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Kamado Tanjirō
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rui.
Rui had taken his seat rather awkwardly, keeping his hands folded on his lap, and almost staring down at the table rather than Tanjirou himself. Still, as awkward as it felt for him to be in so human an establishment like this, and as sad as he was to be surrounded by happy, chattering families – it was nice to just have someone else there, to be able to listen to someone just… talking to him.
“… hm?”
He’d been so wrapped up in just listening to Tanjirou speaking that when he stops and apologizes to Rui it takes the demon a few beats to mentally catch up with the shift in conversation.
“No, it–you’re fine.”
Rui fidgets in his chair a little bit, all too aware of how miserable and pathetic he must seem especially in comparison to the Demon Moon that had fought against Tanjirou – threatened to slice him to pieces – so fiercely. Even if his rank is nonexistent here, the symbol’s still in his eye, and he knows that from certain angles there’s no way Tanjirou can’t see that Rui still has it. It seems like it’s always going to be there, an ugly reminder of everything he’d done.
He fidgets again.
“I’m used to worse. Not… that your stories are bad. I walk around at night and just – think. So…” So anything other than ‘sitting on a bench in an empty park at night with nothing but his thoughts and his threads’ was an improvement is what he’s saying, but he doesn’t quite know how to vocalize that. Rui tilts his head a little bit.
“I don’t know. I don’t know if anything’s really ‘sudden’ in this city. A lot can happen here. People can come and go. The whole city can shift. So, you… you, coming here… I think asking for me to sit with you in a restaurant is more sudden than you being in the city as a whole.”
There’s a bit of an unstated reverence there, more obvious in tone than Rui realizes – his voice lifts a little, but quickly returns to its usual dull tones.
“It’s nice to have somebody else who knows who I am talking to me just like I’m anybody else. I never got to thank you for – when I was dying, I – your… your hand.” But it still stings too much to be able to explain any of what happened properly. Rui glances away, taking sudden interest in the patterns of the wallpaper. Even if he swears he can hear his parents sometimes, that doesn’t mean it’s anything easy to say, and the thought of crying in front of Tanjirou made Rui feel disgusting. “– you can eat,” he continues, instead. “It won’t make me hungry myself, and you said you are, and I… I owe you that much. As thanks. I don’t mind.”
like the scar on his head, those marks will always serve as a reminder of the past. Likening a simple burn to a brand earned through ruthlessness might be comparing apples to oranges, but in his mind, those things could serve as one’s proof of change. Everyone is capable of a change of it, or so he’d like to believe.
“Ah. You felt it, then?” His hand, that is. In Rui’s dying moments, the weight of his loneliness felt oppressive. How many times has Nezuko saved him from the clutches of depravity, he wondered? Had Muzan taken absolutely everything from him -- everyone -- would he have traveled the same path? It’s a thought even he’s scared to approach. “You don’t need to thank me for something like that. That kind of thing should be natural, shouldn’t it? You did the things that you did out of a desire to build a family. I get it, even if I didn’t agree with your methods, I... I understood.”
In the end, demons get to the point where they are because of solitude, he thinks. They’re as immortal for as long as they allow themselves to be and strong as the numbers they eat, but rarely are they ever in each other’s company. Living alone, dying alone, likely having fed off the very people they cared about before turning -- Tanjiro can’t imagine that kind of hopeless misery. What if he stayed home and was killed that fateful day? If Nezuko turned by herself, where would she be now?
If nobody he knew cared about her or treated her like she was normal, how many friends would he even have? Giyuu-san, Urokodaki-san, Zenitsu, Inosuke? Their compassion saved them time and time again and given them sanctuary when they needed it most. If Rui had people like that, would things have been the same?
“You’ve really changed, Rui. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t surprised, just like I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t hungry, haha.” Alright, then. He’ll order three riceballs to start, with a kettle of green tea. “I already ran into a few people here that came from our world. They were all Demon Slayers. ...Have you encountered any of them? Did they try to harm you?”
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zenitsu.
⚡ Having been in Riku’s and Katarina’s bodies before, which were both girls, was definitely a tad bit worse than being in another boy’s body. Except that they know each other and are great friends, which makes this very very awkward. On hindsight, this is just equally as weird as in Riku’s or Katarina’s bodies.
“Uhh— I’m okay. But I’m sorry you have to be in my body, Tanjiro. I really am. But this is something that seems to happen to all people here at random these days, and it lasts for a few hours. It really sucks and—”
He then pauses when he heard what Tanjiro just added.
Whatever calm he tried to maintain, is poofing instantly. This is getting more than he can handle. They’re in this awkward situation and all Tanjiro worries about are his earrings?
“— NO, I HAVE NO EARRINGS AND YOU MONSTER DEFINITELY DON’T PUNCH ANY HOLES INTO MY EARS! MY BODY HAS SUFFERED ENOUGH ALREADY! THIS IS ONLY TEMPORARY, YOU HEAR ME?!”
He gets it, they’re important. His haori is very very important to him as well, but he had trusted Tanjiro enough to take good care of it, just as he would to his things. So the thing is, he’s actually a little hurt now.
“I’ll be careful to your body! I’ve been changing bodies with two other people before and both are okay! —maybe they’ve been temporary a bit more emotional than usual due to their time in my body, but they’re back to normal by now. Go figure! UGH! Why was I even so excited to see you?!”
zenitsu misunderstood. He completely misunderstood! For some reason, it makes him a little mad too, even though it’s completely irrational and he knows he should explain! “Alright, alright! Calm down Zenitsu, I’ll keep your body intact. I’m sorry, okay? You’re definitely the best thing about all of this. Really!”
That much is the truth; the best thing about being in Zenitsu’s body is that it meant Zenitsu is here with him, and that’ll be the one thing he’ll hold onto for sanity. “Besides, I can’t see this being too bad. This means I get to practice with Lightning Breath, right? Although I have to warn you, I don’t know if I can even use my abilities anymore. My Nichirin sword is gone, but I’ve been doing my best to do Full Focus breathing, so.”
It should be okay! Even like this, he knows Zenitsu is strong enough to find a way even if the worst happens. Thankfully, he doesn’t sense any looming repercussions. Putting a hand on Zenitsu’s Nichirin handle, he pulls it out from the sheathe just a smidge, enough to give the glimmers of gold a chance to breathe.
“I gotta say though, Zenitsu. Your sword is super cool. I know you’ve pointed it at me countless of times already, but I was always so terrified by it I never thought to actually look at it!” Tanjirou shines with a wide and oblivious smile. “Mine is just a wooden sword. I wonder if I can still use my techniques with it. ...In any case, Zenitsu.” There’s more than just small talk they need to get to. Tanjiro’s been avoiding it, but there have been some concerning memories in his friend’s head that he wants to ask about. “Let’s go somewhere. When was the last time we actually spoke?”
#donneratem#❖ — DONNERATEM o1.#❖ — EMPATHEOREM event.#this will be a back and forth game of 'please feel free to reply with less' until one of us perishes#also your icons finally showed for me so!#thank you for letting me use them
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ubuyashiki-san.
“Tanjirou?” It was so strange to be the one calling out to another. But fully blind as he was, in every way, he could only really find himself grasping for haori and waiting for anyone else to find him.
Or, rather, his haori was grasped and he turned to where the voice had come from. The crowd was still swirling around them, but he focused his gaze entirely on Tanjirou. The nervousness in his voice is palpable, and it worried Kagaya.
“Please, either would be fine here, Tanjirou.” His smile is gentle, forgiving, “Whichever would make you most comfortable. It is difficult to be Oyakata-sama when so many of my children are absent.” There was a sad tinge to it, although his expression remained unchanged.
“Should we move somewhere with less people, Tanjirou? I am happy you are here, and would enjoy hearing from you.”
ah, how the tragedy in his voice seizes tanjiro’s heart. It shreds him up inside, knowing that ever since he passed, so many others have as well. Chaotic memories threaten to surface, but he subdues them, or rather... finds them subdued. It is difficult to feel agonized in his presence.
“Ubuyashiki-san, then. When everyone is reunited, I will join them in calling out your name.” It cannot be forgotten, after all. Titles like that are the gifted crowns of tremendous respect. For now, he’ll provide an arm for support, and from there, they’ll navigate the less-clustered areas until they find themselves in Fox Village.
There, he’ll usher his company onto a nearby stone hedge to sit upon. “I’ve brought you to Cotes. Here, there are a lot of bamboo coves, and foxes that can walk on twos and speak our tongue.” Of all the things he’s seen, they’re still pretty amazing. “Before we start, can I get you tea? Or a snack? I can trade with the foxes.”
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zenitsu.
“Oh well. Have a happy new year everyone.”
oh well? “...What’s wrong, Zenitsu? Let’s share some ohagi for the new year. Look, I made some with extra red bean paste!”
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✦ — @deceptionarts
cotes ward had become something of a sanctuary, but after pacing the same streets back and forth every day, he felt it was finally time to graduate from his routine. Fibonacci Ward was the first on his list. Figuring the place was renowned for its grand canyon, he thought it’d appeal more to his nature side, but, of course, he was a fool for thinking it wouldn’t turn him on his head.
Once he got there, the smell of iron and oil coated everything, and he couldn’t get the sound of creaking gears out of his ears. So much that when Yushiro appeared, he immediately flew across the street, failing to notice the horse-pulled carriage that pulled around the corner toward his direction.
#deceptionarts#❖ — DECEPTIONARTS one.#what are streetlights to a nonebeliever#thank you for liking my starter call!#i hope this isn't too absurd for you#if it is lmk and i'll make amends!
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@wisterieyed || [attention] for your muse to touch mine as a way of getting their attention
among the crowd of heads and mangled scents of societal traffic, there is one in particular that stands out to him. Ever since his nose lost its full potency, he’s taken the act of treasuring his memories to near desperate lengths, taking a moment out of every, single day to bring everyone’s scent back to the surface.
Should he ever find himself lost in a sea of unfamiliar faces, he’d like to be able to find a string that will lead him to comfort; Zenitsu, Nezuko, Inosuke, they're all here with him. Knowing it gives him respite and he’s since gotten used to seeing them around.
But, every once in a while...
he’ll pick up a scent that consumes him with grief.
Scents of people long gone, scents of people lost to bloodshed. This one stands out so much to him that he feels he’s been swindled by false hope, but as he pushes through the mass of bodies, it gets stronger. Ever so slightly, but... stronger, until --
“ Ubuyashiki-san!! ”
The sleeve of that familiar haori seizes in Tanjiro’s hand, and he maintains a grasp on it, as gently as he can.
"...no. Oyakata-sama? I...?”
How disgraceful of him. The questions polluting his mind are infinite, but what he’ll manage is a straightforward bow, eyes saturated with sorrow. In a mixture of remorse, guilt, and the conflicting persuasion of the man’s soothing air, his emotions collapse in on themselves and he can but muster tears.
#wisterieyed#❖ — WISTERIEYED one.#❖ — meme response.#he doesn't know if he should refer to him like everybody else does or do what he usually does askgj#but he will most certainly cry
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@doehuntress || [boop] hey lil roomie
radiale is home to an overwhelming selection of citizens. Being placed inside city parameters was already a huge undertaking for the Demon Slayer, but before he could even get used to it, he had to realize that a lot of beings lived here.
It wasn’t like home where everyone was presumably human with the occasional sprinkle of Demon; he soon realized that regarding to everyone as a human by default was sometimes offensive! There were Demons, Kings, Queens, Animorphs, Aliens, Slimes, Mermaids, and sometimes... Gods. For goodness’ sake, none of his roommates even fall under the same category!
It makes Tanjiro feel completely and utterly average in their presence! So naturally, when the great Goddess Artemis ( he asks Zenitsu about these things; he wouldn’t know otherwise ) comes to boop him on the nose, he has no idea how to react.
“--waah! You... you know about me? That’s very surprising! Our apartment’s really diverse, and everyone’s always to themselves, but, um! It’s an honor to meet you! Are you really a Goddess?”
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#i have a starter in my drafts that i'm working on but!#a meme for anyone who'd like to interact!#meme day.
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zenitsu.
@yurusarenai
“Tanjiro! I have a gift for you, too!”
He scurries after him, to hand over a box that’s wrapped in red paper.
The box itself is green and holds a tiny booklet. It has the title ‘100 Things I like About You’. It is all hand-written. Obviously, since on some pages, he had to strike-through the one or other poorly choosen word and it is not as fancily written as a book you could buy in a store. But that’s the charm about it. It is all self-made and he put a lot of thoughts into it.
“I— you know, there were a lot of things unsaid, and a lot of things I wanted to tell you already since a while. It’s all in there now. I hope you have a great time. I would ask if I could stay a bit, but I have to be somewhere else tonight, ehehe.”
“Zenitsu... you’re a really great guy, aren’t you?”
of course he is, when has Zenitsu been anything less than outstanding? There’s been several instances where his cowardice seemed to overpower his reasoning, sure, but despite all of that, he’s never once abandoned someone that was in danger, and always held true to his duties.
“I’m sorry for not getting you a gift! I didn’t know about this whole Christmas thing until just this week, and I used all my money on food.” He clutches the book close to his chest, his feelings only spared by the mercy of his own ignorance. If he were to open it, what kind of truths would await him?
“So, I’m going to give you a lecture instead. Listen well, okay? You can’t interrupt me.” Something he loves to do, be it out of moments of spite or just pure insecurity.
“Zenitsu. You’re really strong, you know? You underestimate your own strength a lot and every time I try to tell you, you play it off. It’s kind of cool, to be honest. I admire that about you a lot. You somehow remain humble despite being so strong. But, I wish you could look in the mirror every once in a while and see your reflection for what it is. You’re incredible! Your technique saved me in the battle against Upper Moon Four, but I’ve already told you that.” All of this seems common sense to him, so maybe he just sounds redundant.
“--and I don’t think I’ve ever had the chance to properly thank you for all those times you’ve defended Nezuko, but... thank you. Before you even knew about her, you defended her from Inosuke despite being terrified of what was inside the box. You were so scared of demons, but you chose to protect her because you knew I valued her more than my own life. I’m sure there were other instances too, like that time on the train.”
Rengoku-san’s memory still hurts him. A lot of memories involving the Pillars still hurt him, but he’s so happy that Zenitsu is still here. “I’m... I’m not lying when I say this: I don’t think I would still be here if it weren’t for you. You, Nezuko, Inosuke, the Pillars, Urokodaki-san, Tamayo-san, all of the people who have helped us on our journey... When it all started, I thought I was alone. I figured, it’s okay, because I just need to be strong enough to protect myself and Nezuko.
I didn’t think I’d be wrong about that. But all of these foes we’ve faced? I couldn’t have bought them down by myself. I’m really fortunate to have you as a friend. I’d like to think us meeting was fate, so... thank you, Zenitsu. Thank you for your friendship.”
#donneratem#❖ — DONNERATEM o2.#christmas.#i'm worried i might have self projected my love for zenitsu onto tanjiro but#tanjiro loves his friends so this is FINE#HAVE AN ESSAY IN RESPONSE TO YOUR GIFT THANKS#MERRY CHRISTMAS
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rui.
“… no, I–”
It’s a bit silly, in retrospect, how different he seems to act around Tanjirou. He has no idea if the boy even would like him, even cares about Rui – maybe that warm hand had just been a moment of pity, and as much as it mattered and still matters to Rui he wonders if that was really some kind of fluke. A human had no reason to worry about the well-being of a demon, especially one that was dying. Rui shifts his weight awkwardly.
“… I only learned it here,” he admits, after a moment to gather the words properly. “There are other slayers in this city. You… matter a lot to them.”
And Rui wonders. Wonders what it’s like, being someone that important to so many people. To be that pure-hearted and good and manage to not throw it all away. He frowns before he can stop himself.
“… I understand.”
Rui’s still certain some part of this world has to be Hell, though he’s not sure he believes anymore that one has to die to be here. What sort of land is this, where the dead can walk among the living? He doesn’t blame Tanjirou for being upset with it, for losing any semblance of what he called home only to be dragged to this strange world and have his strength ripped from him. Rui had hated it, too. He still did – still often does – but … it’s hard to look only at the negatives when good starts to crop up. Good that he doesn’t deserve, never would, but good nonetheless.
His head tilts as Tanjirou’s stomach rumbles, but then Rui draws back slightly, obvious surprise painted across his face. A flustered heat rushes to his cheeks.
“… do I – me? Do… I want to go inside with… you?” That. Doesn’t make any sense. And the confusion Rui feels is more than obvious on his face. He’s not exactly a fantastic person to be spending time with, and – “I can’t… I don’t… eat,” he stammers out.
But he doesn’t… he doesn’t want to leave Tanjirou out in the cold, and if the boy genuinely wants to waste his time on Rui, he doesn’t feel like he’s in any place to say no. So Rui just quietly nods, instead.
“If you want.”
tanjirou understood the complications surrounding his invitation when he imposed it, but he definitely didn’t put enough thought into it. He’s been known for insensitive questions ( all those bruises Yushiro gave him still hurts ), but that part of him is still too honest. “...I know. I’m just not sure how else I can give you that experience.”
Hungry as he is, he would never impede on anyone else’s time if he thought it’d inconvenience them. It was just... the way Rui looked at those people from beyond the glass, it was too sad. He wants to know what it feels like, doesn’t he? He can’t give him a banquet meant for demons, of course he couldn’t! But...
“Um, maybe we can just... share a table? I don’t have to eat anything at all, so you don’t have to watch me or anything! We could just talk!”
And waste everyone’s time by taking up a table? What an idiotic idea! But it’s okay, because he’ll use all the Dust he got coming here as tip! It’ll be fine!
Ushering them both in, he requests a table for two ( one ideally tucked against a wall ) and simply requests a glass of water when they seat themselves. They’ve been given menus, but it’s no more than an afterthought that’s piled into a corner when the waiter walks away. They’re a strange combination, to be sure, but Tanjiro’s going to deflect any stares they get off the top of his rock-hard forehead.
He also knows Rui likely won’t be the first one to initiate conversation, so he’ll keep talking until he finds a comfortable spot to interject. ( Something he’s done time and time again to many victims he labels as ‘friends’. )
It starts with his tales of the Red Light District, and he manages to get to the part where they all had to disguise themselves as girls. “--So then she said to me, ‘I knew you were a boy from the beginning. I was wondering what you were doing here’. As I thought, it would’ve been hard on my family if I was born as a girl! We’re lucky I was born a guy.”
He’s managed to gloss over the incident with the Infinity Train completely, out of consideration for Rengoku-san’s memory. Such stories were too sad to tell so casually, and he wasn’t sure if Rui would empathize with the loss of a fellow Demon Slayer. He doesn’t suspect that he’ll catch it though, he’s been rambling on for so long after all.
“--um, I’m sorry. You’re not bored, are you? I know this is sudden. Then again, me coming here is pretty sudden to begin with, huh?”
#cutwarmth#❖ — CUTWARMTH o1.#me coming into the reply: i'll shorten it to a reasonable length#me now: what am i actually doing here
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small; to be protected.
perhaps she wasn’t the biggest fan of the snow, at least not at the point where it made it difficult for her to properly stand in it. thanks to aizawa-san, she was properly dressed for the season with colorful leggings and a warm jacket to cover her upper body from the cold air. she slowly moved through the snow, careful not to let herself sink down.
today probably was not the day for her to go spending her afternoon wandering in the freezing cold, no matter how beautiful the falling snow were and the wind did not help either. chunks of snow began to fall from the nearby rooftops as well as the swaying trees.
her head felt cold as the ice began to slide off from the top of her head to the tips of her hair, the force being enough to even knock her off balance but because someone was there, eri was able to easily pick herself off her feet, sweeping the remaining snow off the palm of her hands. she did not forget to show him her gratitude after looking up to see his face.
“t-thank you for helping but um… a little. the wind must have made the snow fall from above. i didn’t expect see anyone around.” the first thing she seemed to have notice besides him was the big box he carried on his back. it concerned her because perhaps it looked heavy. “um… doesn’t that feel heavy?” eri had decided to ask, looking at the wooden box.
tanjirou knows just how harsh winter can be; this time of year was something his family used to dread. But because they all worked so earnestly, nobody had the heart to complain about their circumstances. They learned how to be grateful for the sake of keeping a smile on everyone’s faces.
“Yeah, it happens! Sometimes nature plays pranks on you, but they usually aren’t too bad.” ...That’s why his smile grows solemn at the mention of his box. Without Nezuko inside, it feels too light. Where is she? Is she doing alright? Is she being taken care of by someone kind enough to oversee her?
“No, it’s not heavy at all. When I first got it, it felt that way, but after carrying it around for so long, I don’t notice it anymore.” Releasing it from his back, he props it in front of her and gives it a solid knock. “It’s made of some pretty amazing stuff though, and I think it’s waterproof! It’s one of my most treasured items.”
Looking at the child, he knows he shouldn’t disclose anything more beyond that. He doesn’t want to scare her, after all. “...Hey, doesn’t that Santa Claus guy carry around something like this for all his presents? Maybe I could try filling this with gifts for everyone, instead! You could be the first on my list, if you’d like! What’s your name?”
#rewindability#❖ — REWINDABILITY o1.#eheh he's something else alright#merry christmas to you by the way if you're celebrating!
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yeul.
✿ For a few moments, the seeress is met with silence from the other and frankly, this is to be expected. Yeul can only imagine how jarring it must be for someone to recognize the face she currently has… Only for her mannerisms and personality to completely betray that which the other must know so well by now.
❝ … I do, yes. He is… My friend, ❞ is he? Yeul honestly has no idea what she should call him now.
❝ I know this sounds strange… But he and I have temporarily switched bodies, ❞ or at least… She hopes it’s temporary. While she does not mind being within Inosuke’s body, she worries constantly for the other potentially enduring the side effects of being a seeress… Or seeing her visions.
❝ My name… Is Yeul. ❞
oh! well then, that’ll make things plenty easier. It would’ve been way more complicated if they didn’t know who Inosuke was, but now that they’re well aware, he doesn’t have to explain his existence!
“Aah, he’s made himself friends here? How nice, how nice.”
Nothing Tanjiro says is ever intended with ill will; no, his truthfulness just comes off as a touch too blunt at times, but he’s really being sincere! Truly!
Grabbing their hand, he shakes it vigorously. “It’s nice to meet you, Yeul! To be honest, I don’t really know what’s going on here. All I’m aware of is that these circumstances don’t feel hostile, so I’m okay with them as long as everyone else is, even if it’s confusing. If I mistake you for Inosuke at any time, please forgive me!
...Although, you seem like a very kind person. If you could, please...? Commit it to his memory that my name is Tanjiro.”
#vidensess#❖ — VIDENSESS o1.#❖ — EMPATHEOREM event.#imagine once he finds out who she really is#to inosuke akghasg
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a strange woman.
They were two of a pair on that wavelength. Despite traveling worlds, realms even her preference between them all would always be to areas that were more woods than anything. The high energy of the bustle was entertaining in it’s own way, but it made it awfully difficult to relax. It was why she had slipped to a corner regardless of the rush to catch her breath, at least till the young one approached her.
Directions? He would be better off asking another really, as she wasn’t the best with. That was, till he specified. And her attitude, lightened up. “Oh yes, that’s about two crosswalks away. If you’re going that way, would you mind grabbing me a serving?” She might have already visited the place a few times, using a flurry of different disguises. It also might’ve gotten to the point where they toss her out of sight, making it too dangerous for her to approach.
“I’ll make it worth your trouble. I have a secret spot nearby we could enjoy the food!”
he wouldn’t ever turn a request from someone else down, but this person seems a little bit... eccentric. A part of him wants to ask her why she can’t just simply tag along, but the other part of him figures she must be fatigued from a long day. “I’m on it! Thank you for helping me! I’ll be right back.”
So begins his arduous journey to cross the pathways until two bowls of udon are within his acquisition. The venture back is unexpectedly harder than he thought; carrying two bowls on the verge of spilling with hot broth is no easy task, but he manages to make it back to a figure wearing an odd hat. ...It’s still very obviously the strange woman, so he’ll free his left hand of her share. “There are chopsticks and a soup ladle in the package right there. Ah, it’s still hot though, so be careful.”
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zenitsu!
⚡ The confusing terror of having his body switched with Katarina two days prior over night caused him to barely get any sleep the following night. But this night he’s been just too tired from staying up and passed out on his bed.
— that’s what he’s still able to remember, anyway.
As he realizes that he has been sleeping through the whole night, Zenitsu is sitting up from bed immediately. And that’s where it begins anew. The realisation that something’s terribly wrong.
First of all, this isn’t his bed and not his room anymore. He’s missing the lovely picture of Katarina on his nightstand. And, there is a weird sensation on his ears. Something is dangling on them. Reaching up, he notices there’s a pair of— earrings? His eyes widen.
Oh no. Oh no. No no no! He’s not in his body anymore. AGAIN.
He jumps out of the bed and stares at the next mirror.
“TANJIRO? WHEN DID YOU GET BACK HERE—?”
No, this is not the time to question that.
Zenitsu has to find him. Because that means, Tanjiro is now in HIS body!
But just as he wants to head out, he ends up stopping himself.
What if he’s already on his way back here?
They might miss each other when he heads out now, too.
Should he wait?
After some thinking, he heads out of the room and the building, but he waits in front of it. To just stay there to be visible from the distance already is painful though. The tension is hard to bear and it is so awfully cold.
Which is why he gets even more excited when he sees a yellow haori (HIS haori) from the distance. He starts running towards it.
“TANJIROOOOOOOO!!”
Even though he has a bit of experience now with this weird phenomena, it is still weird to call out his friends name while seeing them in his own body. Hopefully he doesn’t have to get used to this.
the experience is every bit as weird and disturbing as he thought it would be. He’s gotten used to Zenitsu’s high-pitched wails over the course of their many battles, but hearing them come from his body ( his voice shouldn’t be climbing that high! ) with his face is... it’s something, alright!
“ZenitSSUU!!!”
Still, the oddity of it all doesn’t stop him from being overjoyed. After all, he’d been acting so distant lately. The last time they ever really spoke was during their training sessions with the Pillars. When they got swept up in the fortress, what happened to him?
His head hurts if he tries to delve any deeper into the thought, so for now, he’ll just mark their reunion with an embrace as mighty as the one he gave Inosuke. “You’re okay! You’re okay? ...Are you okay, Zenitsu?” Used to enforcing damage control, he starts to examine his body for any signs of wear or tear. Stress is clearly there, but at least he doesn’t see any dried up tears on his face. Good!
“You did great toughing it out, Zenitsu! Good job! I’m so proud of you! My heart’s beating really fast right now, but, it doesn’t feel too bad! ...What exactly is going on here?!”
If it weren’t for the fact that he ( somewhat ) knew of the island’s discourse, he’d probably be freaking out like Zenitsu. It doesn’t help this heart of his is a lot more finicky and reactive. It’s taking every ounce of control not to cry!
“Maybe all of that doesn’t matter for now! I’m just glad to see you’re okay! I need my earrings and my haori though... I can’t let go of those no matter what. Zenitsu. Are your ears pierced?”
#donneratem#❖ — DONNERATEM o1.#❖ — EMPATHEOREM event.#i clearly can't control myself when it comes to length so i leave it to you to cut this down friend
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Rui.
It isn’t as if Rui means to stare like he does. He’s gotten better, having been here for the couple of months he has, or he’d like to think he has – it isn’t as if anyone’s confirmed it for him, and even if they had he wouldn’t believe him. It stings a little less with each day, knowing his parents aren’t here, but a little doesn’t add up to much if that’s all it ever is with each passing hour.
He really hadn’t meant to stare as he passed the restaurant, but the warm lights from within and the happy chattering he could hear as the door briefly swung open as a small group left was enough to have him pausing. And staring.
They all look so happy. He can see them all talking, and smiling, even if he can’t hear them anymore. Rui wonders if, in some form, at some time, that could have been him, if he just hadn’t been so stupid.
He’s thought of him before – of Tanjirou. He’d only learned the boy’s name here, in the city, but he can’t stop himself from wondering what would he do? Tanjirou had been too good, had had too big a heart considering it all – so Rui isn’t surprised when he sees the boy’s reflection beside him in the restaurant window, and passes it off instead as his mind wandering too much again, like it does when he swears he can hear his parents or when he tries to act more like Tanjirou would, even though he never does it quite successfully.
So Rui jumps when the reflection actually speaks to him, instead of just being imagined what-ifs. Like he’s real. Rui’s head turns.
“T–”
“–Tan…jirou?”
It takes – a bit to sink in. Not only that he’s here, but that he seems to have cared enough to have committed Rui’s name to heart. All Rui can do is stare for a time before slowly tilting his head.
“You… had it right. It’s… it’s Rui, yes.” At the very least, his attention is away from the window. “I… think I ruined the exchange, I’m–” He still doesn’t know how to apologize well, so he gives a stiff half-bow instead. “–I–didn’t think you would… be here.”
“--oh! You remembered mine, too? People rarely do!”
blithely, he asks the obvious. What transpired between them lasted but a night, but Tanjiro had a hand in determining the boy’s fate. Even if he wasn’t the one to deliver the finishing blow, it isn’t easy to forget the sensation of a blade that came close to severing one’s neck, or the face behind it.
In all honesty, he thought that Rui would hate him. Detest him, even. Though his final moments resonated with an emotion that he could only discern as immense grief, his feelings could have changed once he arrived here. Something tells him that isn’t the case though; his smell has significantly taken a change of course-- strangely enough, it’s shaped itself after Tamayo-san’s. What kind of experiences has he overcome here, he wonders?
One thing is evident, however, and that is the fact that he failed to reunite with his family postmortem.
“I didn’t think I’d be here either. It’s...” Tanjiro can’t bring himself to express the dissatisfaction he feels in this world. It is too ungrateful of a thought; to have met with companions here as well as his sister, all safe and free from harm despite the terrors that shook his final moments in reality, is it not a blessing in disguise?
Likewise, the stench of human decay is not so ingrained on the one before him anymore. A part of it is certainly his nose, but the other part is a suspicion that he hasn’t eaten anyone in a while. Even if he won’t say it out loud, there’s still a fraction of himself that holds the belief that his sins cannot be forgiven. But... people, even the ones that become demons, can still have a change of heart, can’t they?
“Maybe we shouldn’t discuss this here. I’m actually a little cold, and um--” His stomach growls on cue, consequently spreading a sheepish expression on his face. “Kind of hungry, to be honest. ...Do you want to go inside with me?”
#cutwarmth#❖ — CUTWARMTH o1.#❖ — WINTERFES.#me: apologizes for length#you: beats my length#me: matches it anyway#I HAVE TO WARN YOU I RAMBLE A LOT so this is my last assurance that you can always cut it down to like 1 sentence and i'd still probably#be like cool#great#also i threw shade at everyone who's said his name wrong right off the bat#askgh;#nice to meet you in any case i'm emi#here's to a fruitful encounter between these two
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✦ — @firebonds
imagination itself is not expansive enough to contain the colors of chaotic discourse splayed haphazardly in his mind. flashes of pink and red appear in every crook and nanny, but none that capture the familiarity of that kimono and haori combination that he so desperately seeks. How long has he been running, now?
why was he brought here?
where was nezuko?
what happened to muzan?
where was nezuko?
what was this place?
where is nezuko?!
Tanjiro’s thoughts are his own worst enemy at this moment, especially since he can’t easily pick up her scent anymore. Still, still... that doesn’t stop him from trying, and when he finally traces that path that leads him to her, not even exhaustion can deny his legs from carrying him the distance. “Nezuko!!” When she turns, his eyes widen, and a solitary thought occurs: Tamayo-san’s cure didn’t work.
But he’ll be damned if he lets that stop him in his tracks! Arms broaden until they open just wide enough for her, and when the distance between them closes, he holds his most important person as close to him as possible.
“Nezuko! Nezuko...!” And all he can manage to do is choke out is her name.
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Inosuke...?
@yurusarenai
✿ Oh, this feeling…
Yes, it’s one she felt before in this body… When she met that somewhat strange girl who seemed to know Inosuke. This feeling… It’s of great trust and friendship, that she’s sure, and with Inosuke, the seeress knows that friendship and comradery do not come so easily to him. Which means that this boy, who is now staring at her with a sort of awe…
This is also someone Yeul can trust.
As she parts her lips to speak, the girl within the warrior’s body pauses for a moment. A few different names begin to cycle through her head; all of which have a similar sound to them. Are these… All nicknames for this boy? Or is Inosuke just continuously forgetting a close friend’s name, somehow…?
❝ You’re… Mon… Jiro? ❞ she finally says after some silence, her tone quiet as per the norm, even in a different body.
❝ Monjiro… Inosuke’s friend? ❞
there was a fair level of expectancy coming into this conversation, and yet, not. Discourse polluted the brief peace he experienced here and, out of seemingly nowhere, everybody started claiming to be someone they weren’t. It made matters worse considering Tanjiro’s disdain for urban environments, and when he finally found a familiar face in the crowd, it turned out to be anything but.
“ . . . . . . ”
Inosuke, what are you getting at?
It was as if his train of thought violently crashed into a dead end, leaving behind nothing but a stupefied face. Picking through the wreckage for the right words feels hard, but the more he thinks logically, the more it begins to make sense. There’s no doubt about it; this isn’t his scent, but alternatively... there’s absolutely nobody else out there that would willingly butcher his name so disrespectfully!!! “You know him? Does that mean he’s here? Who-- who are you?”
#vidensess#❖ — VIDENSESS o1.#❖ — EMPATHEOREM event.#my brain just immediately made a string of button mashed letters when i saw this#asjgasjgl bless this thread#first ganpachiro now monjiro#tanjiro: is my name really that difficult#asgaskg; thank you so much for making me a starter!
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