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okay, we know this is going to disappoint some people, but we’re going to put this blog on indefinite hiatus. to be completely honest we’re a little uncomfortable with this blog as new information has been released about him and other slayers, and we’re not sure how to approach it. if we come back then we come back, but for now, don’t expect us to. we’re really sorry to people who we regularly interacted with here, but our comfort is the most important.

where to find me:

@uppertwo (high-activity: douma) @upperthird (low-activity: akaza) @asloved (low-activity: multimuse)

#ooc. #psa. #we're gonna pin this

[9thform]

evclved​:

to say that keeping track of the former hashira’s movements had become an interest of his would be an understatement, for the third moon ; there was something about the man he could not shake, even after observing what rengoku had become since their fight. how tragic, how sorrowful, that such a worthy opponent had not merely died after their battle, left instead as a husk that tried so desperately to race a rapidly declining timer … he nearly feels pushed to mourn.                      (if only he had taken akaza’s offer. if only he had died a                        hero of battle. if only he had become anything but this) “kyojuro,” his heart rings with excitement as his presence makes itself known ; akaza does not come without an offering, blood ignited by the rippling effect of being near someone so defiant. lips part, teeth gleaming in the low light of the moon, he can nearly hide to himself that he, too, has become desperate to challenge the other’s racing hourglass. “do you see now, the frustrating limits of what your body can take? it is not too late for you. there is still time to reconsider my offer.”

“become a demon, before your body breaks down and you become something ordinary.”

                            and  the  aftermath  of  the  battle between  could  have  been  less  pleasant  ––––  however,  with  the  support of  those  he  loved,  slowly but  surely,  kyojuro was  able  to  salvage  what  remained  of  his  life.  with  each  passing  day,  he  made  sure  to  be  thankful for  the  breaths he  could  take,  and  the  sights  he  could  see  ––––  even  with  one  lung  and  one  operating eye,  it  was  still  enough –  BEING  ALIVE  WAS  ENOUGH.

however,  he  would  be  lying  if  he  presented it  as  something wholly  good.  when  the  sun  came  to  set,  he  would  always find  himself  peeking  outside  –––  afraid  to  rest,  lest  something  be  waiting.  he’d  always  brushed it  off  as  paranoia  that  would fade; it  would  be  okay,  nothing  waits.

however,  a  voice  comes  for  him  tonight  –––  and  truly,  he  could  not  prepare  for  the  onslaught of  emotions  that  bombarded  him.  fear,  anger, upset  ––  kyojuro freezes,  before  the  sound  of  something  that  had  taken  away  so  much  (and  had  almost taken  away  everything).  there’s a  grit  of  teeth,  he  was  still  recovering  –––  and  if  it  hadn’t been  for  shinobu’s expertise,  perhaps  he’d  be  much  worse  off.

but  he  always  kept  his  sword  nearby,  and  it  was  with  an  instinctive  movement, he  takes  it  and  points it  in  the  direction  of  akaza  (how  did  he  get  inside?).  even  now,  with  little  exercise taken  outside  of  the  occasional  stroll  –  kyojuro had  lost  a  lot  of  endurance  over  the healing process;  his  sword  felt...  heavy.

but  he  still  holds  it  as  firm  as  he  could.

“––––being  alive  is  not  frustrating!”  he  tries  to  sound  so  brave,  “–––being alive  is  a  gift  that  i  will  NEVER  FORSAKE  AGAIN–!!”

“––tell  me  how  you  found  me,”  he  was  not  in  the  position to  be  giving orders,  and  yet,  “––have  you  eaten  anyone within  this  building?!”

emotions  so  high-strung,  and  only  skyrocketing higher  –  kyojuro was  backed  into  a corner; once  again,  he  felt  so...  helpless.

so  weak.

“––––TELL  ME  NOW!!”

#evclved #main v. #kyo is maximum upset rn #medical ment / #cannibalism ment /

[9thform]

𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃.   /   mitsuri reaches up to cradle kyojuro’s face in her hands and give him a long, sweet kiss for no reason other than she missed him.   /   @nightgaled​​

                            and  he  didn’t  expect the  sudden  kiss  between  the  two  –––  caught  daydreaming, oddly  about  kissing her,  as  he  often  did.  perhaps  dreams really  did  come  true,  but  regardless,  he’s  quick  to  kiss  her  back  –––  resting  a  calloused  hand  to  the  back  of  her  neck,  deepening  the  kiss  between.

as  they  part,  he  laughs.

“––––WOW!!”  he  exclaims, “–––did  you  know  that  you’re  an  amazing  kisser?  perhaps  you  should  teach  me  the  ropes,  mitsuri!!”

#nightgaled #〖 nightgaled / mitsuri. 〗 ––– one day we’ll live in a house / citrus on our lips. #asks. #kyomitsu /

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                            and  he  holds  up  a  hand,  “–––one  moment,  please!”  reaching  behind the  other’s  ear,  carefully,  he  combs  through their  hair,  “–––you  had  something  in  your  hair!”

#open. #main v.

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nightgaled​:

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                            and  as  he  releases against  her,  thrusts grow  to  a  gradual  slow  ––––  part  of  him  wishes  he  could  feel  her  tighten  against  him,  before finally  letting  go.  however,  he  soon  settles for  the  way  her  body  seems  to  tense,  before gradually  coming  to  relax  against him  –––  she  was  beautiful, she  truly  was.  even  when  he  couldn’t see  her  face,  even  when  his  eyes  were  closed –––  her  voice  was  beautiful, her  heart  was  beautiful.

and  he  was  in  love.

as  she  dots  kisses to  his  cheek, he  can’t  help  but  smile  to himself; dazed,  and  adoring. it  wasn’t  like  his  usual  grin,  it  was  something much  more  sweet, and  subtle.  there  was  a  blissful  sigh  out,  as  he  simply takes  a  moment to  rest  with  her  after  a  moment of  passion  –––  it  wasn’t like  kyojuro  to  be  silent, but  he  enjoyed the  air  between them  so  much.

if  he  had  a  choice,  if  his  strength would  not  fade,  perhaps  he  would  choose to  stay  in  this  moment forever  ––––  holding her,  pleasure  only  a  breath away.  but  he  knows  that  the  beauty in  good  things was  their  inability to  last,  that’s what  made  them  so  special.

and  so,  carefully,  he  pulls  out,  slowly  easing her  from  her  previous  position. however,  he  remains ever-ready  to  catch  her  if  she  finds  her  legs  are  wobbly.

“–––i...  love  you,”  he  finally  breaks the  silence  after  her  words, “–––i...  cannot  wait  until  we  do  this  again...!”

his  words  are  a  little  strained, in  an  endearing way.  he’s  obviously  tired,  but  he  tried  so  hard  to  retain  his  volume  –––  he  enjoyed being  energetic,  he  enjoyed  being  passionate,  and  she  made  it  easy  for  him  to  want  to  be  like  that.

“–––was  it  good?  i  mean!  it  was  the  first...”  cheeks suddenly  grow  dark,  and  he’s  a  little bashful,  “–––it  was  the  first  time  i  have  ever  tried  using  a...”

he  laughs some,  quietly.  eyes  avert,  before he  looks  back  to  her.  he  did  not  want  to  be  rude!

“–––it  was  really  good  for  me,  too!!”

#nightgaled #〖 nightgaled / mitsuri. 〗 ––– one day we’ll live in a house / citrus on our lips. #sexual sunday / #nsfw / #explicit / #kyomitsu /

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                            and  he  holds  up  a  hand,  “–––one  moment,  please!”  reaching  behind the  other’s  ear,  carefully,  he  combs  through their  hair,  “–––you  had  something  in  your  hair!”

#open. #main v. #gonna try and ease back into this blog uwu #feel free to reply ! i don't have the energy for drafts rn

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going to be taking a semi-hiatus on this blog ! i’ll still get to queued drafts when i’m able, but with uni i’m only really able to fully focus on one blog at a time and i don’t want to turn replying to stuff on this blog into a chore. i’ll be mostly active on @uppertwo

#ooc. #just a reminder !

[9thform]

going to be taking a semi-hiatus on this blog ! i’ll still get to queued drafts when i’m able, but with uni i’m only really able to fully focus on one blog at a time and i don’t want to turn replying to stuff on this blog into a chore. i’ll be mostly active on @uppertwo

#ooc. #not abandoning this blog !! nonono #i'm just posting this to take some pressure off

[9thform]

hizzashii​:

The motion came naturally. He knows, that the man he once called friend, was once like a brother, is probably all but forgotten besides the book that had been left behind, but such a resemblance still–a comforting warmth of fire that allowed Yoriichi to feel comfort, to relax somewhat, as flower was placed in hair almost as soon as the thought had crossed sun-breather’s mind.

“…it suits you. It matches your hair.”

As if he needed to offer explanation for unusually bold behavior.

                            and  there  was  another  blink  of  his  eyes  –––  it  suited him?  such  terminology wasn’t  something  he  would  often  apply  to  himself.  he  didn’t know  what  suited  each  person –––  he  only  knew  of  what  represented their  inner  selves; their  hearts  and  their  souls.

truthfully,  if  it  weren’t for  his  uniform, perhaps  he  would  be  caught  looking  incredibly  silly  in  regular attire.  he  never  knew  what  to  wear,  and  colours often  clashed.  so  to  hear  that  something matched  his  hair  was...  new.  but  not  unappreciated.  

“––––ah,  thank  you!!”  he’s  a  little embarrassed,  which  bleeds into  his  volume. then  comes  his  natural  tendency to  reciprocate,  “–––would you  like  a  flower  for  your  hair,  too?”

#hizzashii #main v.

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slaeyers​:

chills travel up his spine. pleasurable ones. feeling strong arms wrap around his body. he moves closer. bodies flush together. he tucks his head under their chin.

it’s peaceful. like an eye of a storm. the sun peeking out of the clouds. for a little while. just to warm him up. 

his jaw still aches a little from last night. but he does something surprising. he smiles. it’s small. but a smile nonetheless. private. and only meant for the sun. 

“    no.    ”    answers quietly.     “    i’ve never been this warm. it’s… nice.    ”    said like a confession. doesn’t want this fantasy to end just yet. just one more minute. he agrees. 

                            and  while  he  can’t  see  his  smile  as  the  other’s tucked  ‘neath  his  chin,  there’s still  a  sense  of  tenderness that  comes;  something he  holds  onto  with  both  hands,  never  to  let  it  go.  a  finger draws  slow  circles to  the  other’s skin,  a  gentle look  encompassing  kyojuro’s features.  it  was  like  he  belonged  here,  in  his  arms.

and  he  was  glad  to  have  such  an  opportunity,  to  simply  appreciate the  company  of  the  water  pillar.  

“––––you  deserve  to  feel  nice,” is  confessed  from  him,  “––i  am  glad  i  can  bring  that  feeling  to  you.”

and  likewise, he  was  a  little  achy.  however,  he  wears  such  aches  with  pride  –  for  it  was  the  aftermath  of  something  truly  special.

“––––we  do  not  have  to  stop  holding  each  other  yet,”  he  continues, “–––but  when  we  get  up,  would  you  like  me  to  make  you  something to  eat?”

#slaeyers #〖 slaeyers / giyuu. 〗 ––– like waves of sweet fire / you're safe within. #main v. #kyogiyuu / #suggestive / #;__; i'm so soft

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inbox call. 🧡

#ooc. #inbox call. #gonna be doing these shortly !

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                                the idea of divine punishment                                 is a JOKE. wicked people going                                  to hell after death? if humans                                   didn’t think like that, people                                 with weak spirits couldn’t keep                                                going, right?                                               i truly believe…                                     …that humans are pathetic.

#ooc. #sp. #just a reminder that i also have the worst person on the planet #insects /

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@dawnedkissed​

She couldn’t believe it when the crow had told her. Mitsuri had frozen solid and thanked god that he spared Kyojuro’s life, he’d not yet claimed his lovely, peaceful soul. Her mission that she had just completed was discarded entirely and she had practically ran the entire way back to the headquarters, out of breath and tripping up the stairs, around corners and falling in the process. So when she burst the door open to the room he was in, tucked safely in the butterfly mansion, the love hashira felt her eyes burn hotly.

“Rengoku-san-! Y-You’re alive!” Unable to even answer his question, she stumbles and trips her way over to him as best as she can before collapsing onto the floor by his bed, fresh hot tears pouring from her large, bright hues. “I-I was so scared, I-”

Leaning up and onto the bed, she reaches over to ever-so-gently hug his legs through the sheets. “Of course I came to visit! I’m so happy you’re okay! How are you feeling? Is there anything I can do- or anything you need?”

                            and  her  fretting  was  both  a  comfort,  and  a  burden. not  because  he  did  not  appreciate  her  kindness,  but  it  felt  heavy,  because he  had  almost abandoned  her.  he  tells  himself he’ll  be  more  careful  next  time,  but  in  the  end,  will  he  be  able  to  meet  that  promise?  he  hopes  so,  for  her  sake.

but  he  was  always so  stubborn,  in  his  mission to  protect  those  he  loved.

but  he  smiles,  regardless. for  her.  always, always  for  her.

“––––it  really is  good  to  see  you...!”  he  tried  to  think  of  something she  could  do,  for  he  knew  it  helped  him  feel  a  little  better, if  he  could  be  of  use  to  someone  else.  there’s  a  moment  of  silence,  as  he  takes  the  time  to  think.

“–––my  throat is  a  little  dry...  could  you  bring  me  some  water?”

#dawnedkissed #main v. #death ment /

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inbox call. 🧡

#ooc. #inbox call.

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inbox call. 🧡

#ooc. #inbox call. #sorry i haven't been here i've been nyooming on d/ouma #but feel free to like this !!

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floraheart​:

               ❝ kyojuro… ❞  she speaks his name somewhat haltingly, the sound of it gentler than it had been on the lips of other demons.  her fingers are pressed into the earth beneath her, laced between blades of grass as similarly green eyes stare up at the slayer before her.  it’s been ages since the last time she came across a hashira. 

              how many years?  she’s lost track. 

              ❝ are you frightened of me? ❞  as though the concept itself hurts her to her core, her fingers curl as she speaks the words.  grass tears from the dirt, pulled up by the motion and imbedded in her fingernails.  ❝ slayers are scared of demons, even those who would never do them any harm.  even if they won’t admit it. ❞  //  @9thform​

                            and  against a  demon,  it  was  always  difficult  to  smile. sometimes  he  found  reason  to,  like  if  someone  was  watching  –––  however,  it  just  remained him  and  her,  and  thus,  no  smiles  came.  he  listens to  her,  and  even  now,  remains  painstakingly  aware  of  where  his  blade  sat  (it  felt  uncomfortable,  not  having  it  point  at  her  neck).

but  she  does  not  charge.  she  does  not  bare  her  teeth.  it  confuses  him,  but  he  was  raised to  retain  common curtesy  ––––  she  would  make  the  first  move,  if  a  first  move  was  to  be  made  at  all.

“––––it  is  difficult,  knowing your  head  is  still  on  your  shoulders.”

“––––i  do  not  know  if  that  translates  as  fear.”

#floraheart #main v. #decapitation ment /

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rxkishiya​:

     The tension was rather conspicuous, weighing heavily on the air around them. Hekima was used to trying to lighten the mood, tell a story or offer a calming distraction from the unease. She had learned to be cheerful to cover up everything else, and perhaps even to mislead herself. She’s stuck between where to go, but all she wants right now is to support him.

     “I’m glad, too, because I got to meet many wonderful people like you,” she offers with a gentle laugh.

     Her hand twitches and there’s a moment of hesitation, hand reaching out and hovering over his own in a questioning manner. Waiting before she allowed herself to touch. 

     “I’m sorry, Rengoku-san,” comes the words, falling clumsily out of her mouth. It was clear to her that he was in pain and it made her heart ache. “Would you… like to talk about it? I’m here for you, always, if you ever want to talk or… just tell someone what’s on your mind.”

     His last question causes her to falter. It makes her throat feel tight and she wants to lie, but how could she ask him to be honest if she’s not with him?

     “It’s… complicated, I suppose. I was never what she wanted from me. Too ugly, too unruly… she always used to tell me since I was so unfortunate looking that the only way to make me appealable to suitors is if I was smart and talented enough to distract away from my features….” She says with a bitter scoff, fixing her eyes down at her feet as the swayed idly.

     “Even then… nothing I ever did was good enough. Trying to live up to what she wanted from me was… seemingly impossible. So, I decided to do what I wanted to do and I think that made her hate me even more. She tried arranging marriages for me and I chose to do this instead. I’d rather fight demons. Why marry some wealthy noble that I don’t even like? To carry on some stupid lineage that I don’t even care about? To wind up just like them?”

     At last, she bites down on her lip, realizing that she was trembling, her face flushed with anger.

     “S-sorry, that was… too much to burden you with….”

                            and  sometimes  parents  could  be  so  ugly  ––––  not  in  the  sense  that  hekima  described, but  in  the  sense  that  their  hearts seemed  so  rotted. her  explanation  was  enough  to  stir  within him,  and  it  is  only  then,  that  his  smile  disappears.

“––––i  hate  her,  then,” and  perhaps  it  was  a  childish  answer. he  quickly  catches onto  it,  and  straightens  up  –––  looking to  hekima  apologetically,  “–––ah, i  apologise!!  i  hope  my  own  feelings are  not  too  burdensome!!”

and  then,  he  quietens.

“–––it  is  just...  frustrating.  i  find  reason to  forgive  many  –  no  matter  how  much  they  hurt  me,  no  matter how  much  they  break  me  –  i  even  find  it  difficult to  be  angry  with  akaza, for  nearly  robbing me  of  so  much.”

and  it  was  the  truth;  one  working  eye  and  one  lung  left,  kyojuro  was  lucky  to  survive.  however, he  still  couldn’t find  hatred  in  his  heart  for  akaza  ––––  not  when  he  was  the  one  who  was  injured. however,  when  hekima described  misery  at  the  hands  of  her  mother,  it  fostered  something... unforgiving.

so,  so  unforgiving.

“––––i  hate  parents  who  cannot  give  their  child  unconditional  love,” he  decides  to  expand  on  his  previous statement,  “––––i  think  it  is  cruel,  when  they  are  the  ones  who  chose  to  bring  them  into  the  world. the  child  had  no  say  –  they  were  forced  to  exist,  no  matter  how  you  frame  it.”

“––––it  is  not  fair,  when  the  parent  turns  on  them,” and  perhaps,  this  came  directly from  his  heart. his  hands  ball  to  fists,  shaking  under  the  pressure,  “–––children  are  not  meant  to  worry  about  if  their  parents will  love  them.  they  are  not  meant  to  worry  about  if  they  will  feed  them,  clothe  them,  house  them  –––  they  are  meant  to  worry  about  scrapes on  their  knees, and  knots  in  their  hair.”

he  thinks of  senjuro.

“–––it  is  not  fair.”

#rxkishiya #〖 rxkishiya. 〗 ––– heal the hurt / behind your eyes. #abuse ment / #neglect ment / #parental abuse ment / #parental neglect ment / #starvation ment / #ask to tag / #i put this under a readmore bc it got really heavy