#𝚅 𝟶𝟸 ⟅ god didn't bring you this far to leave you ⟆

[cryopathiic-a]

( From @deathly-toxins )

"Look, I screwed up, ok?" ( Maybe some survival verse angst? :3 )

The main issue with giving a pinky promise, is that you're supposed to keep it.

Towering form hovers over the crumbled remains of Upper Sixth's main defender. Daki is still recovering in the next room, dunked in an iceblood pool to heal her charred skin and repair the severed limbs. Feeding her from his own life force was something Dōma could simply afford to do; but it did not mean he extended that helping hand with a light heart.

They had embarrassed him in master's eyes. Those same siblings he had brought into the Kizuki circle were now an indellible mark of shame, tainting his good name; not to mention Muzan-sama would rather take a picnic on a sunny summer morning than let Gyutaro have another waking moment. It was with that realization in mind that Upper Two took a menacing step forth, cornering his subordinate without so much as a speckle of sympathy in those polychromatic eyes. In other times, they would have been filled with joy to spend time with this little one; tending to his needs, visiting him even as they decided to venture away from the 'nest' that was their temple and return to their homeplace...

The iceblooded oni had never thought such an ending would come about though. And Gyutaro's presence in these holy walls placed Dōma in a tough spot.

❝ I had so much hope for you, my precious one. ❞ Their cadence was still silky soft, devoid of emotion. But the former Upper Six would know, from the way the ever-shifting hues in their eyes had completely stilled, that the prophet was serious, for once. An accusatory finger pointed the younger one's way, Dōma's glare bright and unyielding.❝ When I picked you up from the gutter and brought you to my home; fed you, cleansed you, I nurtured you so that you would become a powerful Kizuki, like me. ❞

❝ But you lost to the weakest pillar and some child. You have disappointed me deeply, Gyutaro. ❞

@deathly-toxins

#((YES. PERFECT. THANK YOU.)) #deathly toxins #𝚅 𝟶𝟸 ⟅ god didn't bring you this far to leave you ⟆

[cryopathiic-a]

❛  innocence died screaming. ask me, i should know. ❜ (Gyutaro)

Clouds of smoke float into the ceiling, steaming the painted face of their overlord that always watches over those who venture into the audience chamber. An unmoving crimson gaze that settles on the youngest oni as he faces the Lord Founder after some time apart. Gyutaro has his own life now, as Upper Six. They only meet when the circumstances allow for it; as bonds are not encouraged among their kin. Yet, Dōma has been allowed to pursue them.

Almost as if Master has made a deliberate exception, just for him.

It's not exactly a blessing.

The frozen lotus sinks deeper into his plush throne with another sip of poison from the ivory mouthpiece. For a moment, they simply sit there with the hookah's bubbling between them, before Dōma lets out the puff with a long sigh.

❝ There you go again with those sorrowful words. You're really depressing me, you know? ❞ A small shake of the head, before he leans forth and pale skin is painted paper white under the room's dim light. He had been expecting to hear more from Gyutaro; about their joined achievements. But it would seem his sister has found new fervor in rekindling her old profession; and so they've remained stagnant. 'Gathering intel'. That's an insult for a demon. It's an insult for a demon to be little more than a spying eye, like Nakime, who wears no kanji in her eye.

He had given much more to these two than any other of them had been offered. So why were they not with him at the top already? Claiming the third spot, in Akaza's stead, earning him Master's favor and a powerful confidant directly underneath him to further secure his spot?

At least Gyutaro felt a little indebted. At least with Gyutaro, he could reason. With the other one, it was a lost cause.

❝ Let's change the subject. Tell me some pleasant news you have, instead. Have you been eating well? ❞ The mouthpiece is offered unto the other. Wisteria reeks from the blend he's been puffing away at. It's almost a rite of passage for an uppermoon at this rate.

#𝚅 𝟶𝟸 ⟅ god didn't bring you this far to leave you ⟆ #deathly toxins #(( douma the equivalent of parents when u didnt bring straight As home )) #(( he's that toxic dad like 'y u got a b minus :// ' )) #♛ ¦ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇꜱ༺ answered

[cryopathiic-a]

[From @deathly-toxins

Let's see how a certain 'Prince' reacts to getting a 💋 from Dad, eh? ]

RECEIVE HIS BLESSING // source || accepting a couple more uwu

I go for refuge until am enlightened...

These eyes of crystal have yet to meet something more repulsive than this here creature. It is like his head has been doused with a bucket of ecumenical muck from the world's sewers; and the filth runs through oily strands and onto his face. Marks where skin should be clear; scars where the skin should be pristine. Its posture; frail and famished, disturbingly skinny and malformed, as if the bones never quite had enough to grow into their full shape. And the stench of rot was an assault to his nostrils. This child was disgusting.

Picture now this; the holy one, knelt on the floor before this abomination. Large palms cup the child's sides as it stares, wide eyed, into kaleidoscopic hues. A stark juxtaposition; thick, luscious platinum and spotless porcelain skin. Seraphic features wear compassion well. A cool thumb comes to brush some matted hair away from the child's features, hands moving to cup their chin and tilt it up lightly whilst holding their face. Such an ugly face, that was.

Who could ever love something so revolting?

Something that had devoured seven full humans already, leaving nothing behind?

By the merits of my virtuous actions...

The audience chamber awaited beyond these sliding doors. Though they would be stuck here until Nakime was given word to open. And after that... him and his sister would have to answer to that man. Naturally, Dōma had come for support.

❝ Mochi? You remember what otousan said, right? ❞ He would repeat it, just to be sure. The kid was unruly, without manners, still. ❝ We kneel, in front of this man, and we don't look him in the eye. ❞ That was as big of a headstart as he could give; but he was willing to add something more.

By my practice of giving and other perfections...

There was a small pause, with Dōma merely looking into his face and smiling. This pitiful creature, may forever change his fate in that room; from a nothing, a nobody, to a powerful member of the Twelve Kizuki. What bigger kindness could he have been afforded?

An unloved, discarded child, forgotten by the world and left to die at this side of the road like sickly cattle. Frigid touch grew tighter, then, and Upper Two pulled the little one closer. Pale lips pressed on his forehead, right over where his third eye should be. And it smelled really bad, and if he were honest, Dōma was a little repulsed by that, but if he did not love the unlovable, who would? He embraced the child, who had never before felt a warm loving touch. Maybe the cold would not be felt as harshly on thick skin.

❝ I know you will do very well, because you have been practicing with me. I believe in you, little one. ❞

May I become a Buddha to benefit all sentient beings.

Children perform better when they feel loved, after all.

#♛ ¦ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇꜱ༺ answered #deathly toxins #(( the bar is SO low and yet doma somehow manages- )) #𝚅 𝟶𝟸 ⟅ god didn't bring you this far to leave you ⟆

[cryopathiic-a]

"Otousan?" A groggy sounding voice from a young demon. The brother of the siblings the elder had rescued only a few short months ago. A blink of the eye for a demon.. Though often the more cautious of the siblings, this time he seemed a bit more.. open? Perhaps was the word.

But seemed like he was holding something in his hands. A book?

"One of your humans gave this to me, they interrupted my nap. I don't know why." Indeed, it was a children's book. The young demon couldn't.. quite read. Yet at least. Still settling into their new life took a bit more priority.

"I almost threw it at them, but.. They give you things all the time, so maybe it was meant for you?" ( Have some more young/freshly turned Gyutaro for the new years! @deathly-toxins )

In the near century of his demonhood, Dōma had not shut his eyes once. Even watching the younglings nap seemed odd at times; so rigid and stiff, like dead. Then, their little eyes would crack open and there would be noise again. Daki's incessant whining and the persistent gnashing of Gyutaro's bottomless pit of a maw. As peculiar as the experience of having them around was, though, what stuck out to Dōma the most ought to be the way these two had begun to react to his presence. Daki flocking to his robes for comfort when her still forming feral visage was revealed to passing strangers, or Gyutaro walking up to him with requests like this...

It was different from when humans asked for things. Although Upper Two couldn't explain how it differed.

Hair laden with ornaments bounces gracefully with the Lord's abrupt turn on heel. Dōma's palm almost instictively comes to cup the child's head, his hand large and heavy as it ruffles through unruly tufts of black and green. A saccharine cant of the head later, the book is being held up in his direction and Dōma himself seems a little dazed by the sight.

Fingers idly reach to trace the cover before prying it from those little hands. And he holds it up to read out the title. There's that brief recollection of being read to, as a child. But a mere flip through the pages would reveal that this is something much more colorful than the monotonous sutras and chants he had been brought up with.

❝ It's a book, mochi. I think they meant to gift it to y— ❞ Threw it back at them? The elder demon lets out a scandalized gasp, his fingertips gracefully hovering over pale lips. ❝ Oh, little Gyutaro... You probably do not know this, as you were raised on the street. But when someone gives you a present, you should say —❞ At which point the demon gives an accurate depiction of the act, palms pressed under his chin and all. ❝ — 'thank you very much!' And accept it. Even if you don't like it, it's better to accept it and say thank you first and then eat them for displeasing you. ❞

The finger held up as Upper Two offers his wisdom is promptly lowered then, just as Dōma himself kneels closer to the freshly turned demon-child.

❝ Now, since you also can't read, this gift is a little useless for you. So, how about we go back to your room and I'll read this story to you until you fall asleep? My parents used to do that all the time for me and it always worked, especially because all their stories were stupid and boring. ❞ He holds up the book with a smirk. ❝ If one of my humans gave you this, I bet this one is going to be even more stupid. Humans only tell their children stories to get them to behave, after all. Can you imagine? Hey, let's grab a bite and laugh at this together afterwards. How does that sound? ❞

#𝚅 𝟶𝟸 ⟅ god didn't bring you this far to leave you ⟆ #(( LITERALLY FATHER SON MOMENT <3 )) #(( a lil monster ;~; )) #deathly toxins #♛ ¦ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇꜱ༺ answered

[cryopathiic-a]

[ rainfall ] - from Gyutaro ( @deathly-toxins )

best meme || accepting ALWAYS!!

[ rainfall ] sender finds receiver out alone in the rain

The droplets create an aura of color around alabaster skin as they fall and deflect off of the demon. Standing solemnly amidst the puddles being nourished, his form towers over a slowly rising mist. And there's something somber about the silence, in a place that is usually so full of life and sound.

But tonight there's only the pitter patter of the rain. And the waning moon hiding behind thick clouds. And Dōma's beautiful reflection on the still waters.

A trickle of red blends into the arrangement and runs down his jaw. Someone's life essence joining with the rain to return from whence they came; a promised deliverance coming to fruition. Slowly, his boney index rises to swipe the smear off and lavish it clean. Only then does he seem to notice the intrusion — prismatic eyes glistening in the dark serenity of this gentle rainstorm.

❝ Mochi. ❞ This is no longer their territory. Muzan has willed it so. As unbearable as the silence has been getting, it would be better for Upper Six to stick to the directions offered. Because they come scarcely. And that man is quick to anger. ❝ You shouldn't be here. ❞

—- ugh, it's so strange, watching out for someone else.

#♛ ¦ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇꜱ༺ answered #𝚅 𝟶𝟸 ⟅ god didn't bring you this far to leave you ⟆ #deathly toxins #(( he better say 'dad i missed u' in response or i will riot ))

[cryopathiic-a]

Why can't you see I'm just as worthy of my position as he is?! I've worked hard, even harder than you have to get where I am..!!

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ANONYMOUSLY TELL HIM YOUR THOUGHTS :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ || source

❝ Daki, my little lotus; why would you conceal your beautiful face to confess that to me? Do you not trust me, your own creator? Or... ❞ A pause, his frantic tone mellowing to a hushed, disillusioned mumble; ❝ No... it couldn't... you certainly could not bring yourself to believe that I would ever say something hurtful in turn? Daki, my sweetest baby girl... Did you forget? How I tended to you every night when your terrors resurfaced; or how I gifted you this sash to adorn your delicate waist? ❞ Yet there was no color to pale cheeks; only crystalline tears rolling down alabaster. A step closer would have the smaller oni locked within his arms; and there was no question about it. Otou-san clearly wanted to make his point, only releasing her to grab her face between cold, large palms.

❝ My blood, have my words made you feel unworthy? Oh, I am such a horrible father to you, aren't I? I am so sorry that you misunderstood my intentions... ❞ A pause, he leaned in so they could see eye to eye; press their foreheads together whilst slender fingers tenderly caressed the flowers decorating her spotless complexion. ❝ My love? What I meant was... you are just as worthy of your title, because you stand out in other ways. And is it not befitting, for a princess to let her acolytes perform chores for her; such as hunting, or getting rid of insufferable pillars? Besides... you know Gyutaro gets a lot of validation from assuming the role of your protector. So, I just think it would be kinder towards your brother if you stepped back a little bit sometimes and just... allowed him to do the work and feel important in what he does. You want him to feel good about himself, don't you, my sweet flower? ❞ And, they would be more effective as Upper Six in that way; which in turn would garner Upper Two more favor for bringing such a powerful creature to the Kizuki circle.

#(( father of the year everyone )) #♛ ¦ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇꜱ༺ answered #𝚅 𝟶𝟸 ⟅ god didn't bring you this far to leave you ⟆ #fruitanddarkness