#rntnvillage

[murachinchi]

Day 1 - Dragon AU " That Time I Fell Into a Ditch and Almost Died But a Dragon Prince Saved Me, I Offered Him Sweet Potatoes for My Gratitude and Now He Wants to Marry Me?! "

thought it would be nice to join the #rntnwinterfest hehe

#kny #demon slayer #rengoku kyojuro #kamado tanjiro #kyotan #rentan #rntnwinterfest #rntnvillage #me draw

[thischachamaru]

editing credit: @rentanthings

Hi everyone! It's been a while since the last village event! This time, we're giving bigger notice, so people have more time to make things.

Hopefully this will inspire you!

Please see text prompts/rules below the cut!

WHEN: February 23rd - 29th, 2024

PROMPTS:

23/02 - Dragon AU New Year, New Problems

24/02 - Pet AU Boyfriend Sweater

25/02 - Hibernation A Red Present

26/02 - flaming panties Homemade Chocolates

27/02 - Sick Day Scenting Kink

28/02 - Grinch!Rengoku Locked out of the House

29/02 - Swordplay ;) Your Favorite RenTan Fic/Art

Bonus Prompt (any Day): “meet me at the end, when it starts to snow”

❄️

RULES

RenTan WinterFest takes place February 23 - 29.

The prompts are for inspiration; they aren’t required. Use all, one, or none!

Make anything RenTan! Art, fics, edits, headcanons, AUs!

Wait until the WinterFest starts, then share your creation with the tags, #rntnwinterfest and #rntnvillage ! 

If your creation contains #tanren or #rentan dynamics, (Tanjiro top = TanRen, Rengoku top = RenTan), or any other ship, you MUST tag that too!

If your creation contains sensitive content, you MUST warn accordingly!

Allowed: Fic recs! Art recs! Art and fic you’ve made before!

Not allowed: AI fics, AI art, reposting art that isn’t yours, or any other form of theft. 

Not allowed: Ship bashing, bullying or harassment.

If you have a question, please send an ask!

#rentan #tanren #rntnvillage #kmtvillage #rntnwinterfest #kyotan

[mullet-in-space]

My sketch for the first day of #rntnwinterfest for dragon au 🔥🎴

#rntnwinterfest #rntnvillage #rntn #kyojuro rengoku #kyojuro x tanjiro #tanjiro kamado #kimetsu no yaiba #Sketch #art

[maigo-san]

Zenitsu didn't hear sounds like most people with hearing sensitivity do. It was almost hallucinatory. But Zenitsu had always believed that everything had a soul in it. Or at least that was what everyone believed growing up. Even Grandpa thought it, and maybe there was some truth too if even demons exist.

Sometimes he wondered if it was the same way with demons' bodies. The way their arms swing or the scary claws that trickled crimson produced sounds that screeched and pierced his eardrums.

Being a bunch of helpless souls trapped along with a dead heart sounded... not fun at all. No wonder they bemoaned their fate every single time.

At some point, he got used to the noises to the point he could forget about them. Like how the sun would sing a shrilly tune that matched the cicadas but only the crunchy whir of September critters filled his mind.

Inosuke's blade sounded a bit different than Tanjirou's, probably due to the different ore. But it was also because Tanjirou didn't handle it like Inosuke did.

Still, the sound of the clipped wind when Tanjirou tried to reignite his muscle memories was a giveaway for Zenitsu to dodge, clashing back swiftly.

Tanjirou swiveled his hip and charged, cutting the air with speed a bit too early even for Zenitsu.

On reflex, Zenitsu yelped and shoved his sword to Tanjirou's left chest-there was a muffled ding!- and backed off as soon as he realized what he had done.

"Tanjirou!"

His sword slipped from his fingers and clattered as he ran to his friend, face paling. Despite Tanjirou's lack of reaction, he could hear the hiss of breath, like he was swearing internally.

Frankly, the thought of angry Tanjirou frightened Zenitsu even more.

"Oh my god, are you okay?! That must be painful!"

He crouched, whimpering at the torn fabric. What am I going to do?! I used up all my money for Nezuko-chan's flowers! his mind was irked at the thought of the glasses-wearing kakushi seamster who charged him ten yen for every button fix.

"I'm fine, Zenitsu..." Tanjirou gently chided, giving him a reassuring smile while patting his chest. Zenitsu heard Tanjirou's heart calm before he sighed in relief.

"I told you we should just use bamboo swords..." Zenitsu whined and frowned deeper when Tanjirou unbuttoned half of his top, slipping a finger out of the undershirt.

"Using our swords is too dangerous...!" and risky for my wallet!

"But I still need to occasionally train with a real sword, Zenitsu..." Tanjirou lifted Inosuke's handle in a controlled manner, muttering more to himself.

"It's just not the same weight and it keeps putting me off. I can't mess up my form when I'm just getting a hang of it."

Zenitsu couldn't argue with that. The curse of hearing things most people don't was that every learning process felt more complicated than it needed to be and most of the time, Zenitsu's brain was too overwhelmed to focus.

He didn't know if Tanjirou was just naturally diligent or had generally sharper senses with an exceptional nose, but he could be too intense for Zenitsu's liking. Still, Zenitsu was very familiar with someone who was finicky with their technique and constantly trying to improve.

Tanjirou spun Inosuke's sword with one hand, slotting it back into the sheath smoothly.

In the midst of Zenitsu's souring mood, he had to respect Tanjirou's rapid progress. Just this morning he heard Tanjirou giggling with the Butterfly girls about not managing to stretch flat out like before.

"I, uh... I can stitch that for you," Zenitsu glanced to the side.

No, he could not, but Zenitsu was not an asshole. Although deep within, he knew Tanjirou would take pity on him and said he'd do it himself, but Tanjirou didn't need to know that, hihi...

"Sorry..."

"I'll mend it, it's okay," Tanjirou said as the two crouched down next to their water bottles.

"The tsuba's not chipped. I'm glad."

Zenitsu mentally sighed in relief, not saying anything as he watched Tanjirou take out a flame-shaped tsuba.

It then occurred to Zenitsu what that ding noise was and he was glad he didn't prick Tanjirou's skin. Tanjirou seemed as pleasantly surprised, though he was never too worried about hurting himself or tearing his clothes.

One-track mind, that guy. He could hear Tanjirou's steadily beating heart grow its dense thumps.

"Wah..." Tanjirou sighed, "to think it's been years since this has been used, yet not a single scratch or dent," he mumbled in pure adoration.

His index finger glided along the spike-shaped yet blunt side, creating a low pleasant hum vibrating in the dry autumn breeze.

Zenitsu believed there was something special about Rengoku's sword, just like every part of him that seemed to exude eminence. But there were times he felt a sentiment that drew him closer to the Flame Hashira.

After all, he sounded very sweet.

A singular, serene tune similar to a masterful glide of the kokyuu's bow to its flimsy strings. A melody carrier in an ensemble.

Tanjirou was talking about how Rengoku-san must've paid for high-quality iron to last this long and that Kanamori-san said you could ask your swordsmith to upgrade the quality of your sword outside of damage-related issues, such as changing the tsuba design or adding additional detail, but they had to pay for it. All the while cradling the tsuba gingerly in his palms.

Throughout the time, Zenitsu tuned it out, wondering to himself.

Did he carry it everywhere now?

Does he plan to use it? He must be, right?

Won't he worry about damaging it?

But, Rengoku-san probably wanted it to still be useful.

He seemed like that type of person...

That thumping heart blurred to a low hum like Tanjirou was thrumming the bottom string of a koto, reminded Zenitsu of a melodic sob.

Zenitsu was no musician. He had played the shamisen before, knew how to his a taiko just right or shiver a suzu for that one time he helped a shrine near his orphanage so he could get more pocket money, but that was about it. He had no artistic desire or interest. An instrumentalist, he supposed.

"...Zenitsu?"

"That tsuba works like a charm," Zenitsu commented in a flat tone.

Tanjirou's brows twitched, opening his mouth. Zenitsu readied himself for the telling of how he still needed to work hard and that luck could only go so far...

But Zenitsu watched as Tanjirou's expression melted under the ambering sky. His eyes turned into crescents as he smiled wide, voice damp and hoarse.

"If you think about it..." Tanjirou's voice frayed and damped, "the tsuba saved me, huh?"

Zenitsu's heart tightened.

Tanjirou sniffled but only huffed a wet laugh, kicking the dirt under his zori lightly. "Heh, yeah, it's probably nothing."

Zenitsu pouted. I get it! he wanted to say.

I've made that voice before! he thought, remembering his past heartbreaks.

Zenitsu turned when he heard the tsuba's hum as Tanjirou clutched it to his chest as if to coo at his tone.

Zenitsu decided it was best to stay quiet.

If objects had souls, it must explain why Rengoku's tsuba managed to love Tanjirou back.

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for RNTNVillage weekly prompt: haunted.

#rentan #tanren #rntnvillage #kny flashfic #spoiler inspired #I can't wait for s3!!!!

[nayru-wisdom]

A very late but a needed cute feverish Kyo for the Rntnwinterfest! Hope you like it! ❤️‍🔥 🎴 @thischachamaru Day 5 - Sick Day / Scenting kink

#rntnwinterfest #rntnvillage #rentan #kyotan

[muunberry]

❄️Happy RnTn Winterfest!!!❄️

❤️‍🔥🎴❤️‍🔥🎴❤️‍🔥🎴

Day 1 - Dragon Au

Ren and Tan are going to be spending some quality time together~ uwu

CW: NSFW, uncensored dragon-inspired male genitalia

#rntnwinterfest #rntnvillage #rentan #tanren #kyotan #DRAGONS!!!!

[leafiebeanie]

little something for the rentan village prompts!

it's a bit late and rushed though, i apologise 😔😔

feat college student kyo x older ghost bride tan

===============

so far we have kyo getting dared to visit an abandoned shrine and leave something of his there

the gist is that kyo leaves something (his flame tsuba keychain) behind at the shrine, but he doesn't see tan (yet)

he does like feel someone's watching him though he cant see anyone, so he goes back to his friends

its late, and kyo goes home, but he's still feeling like he's being watched

the next day, he wakes up feeling that something is sitting on his chest, but nothing's there when he tries to look

kyo's confused, but chalks it up to the hangover alcohol from last night and pays it no heed (or tries to anyway)

as the week passes, the feeling of being watched gets more intense, and theres' an additional pressure on his right shoulder now

kyo is convinced that something must've followed him home from the shrine, so he finds his feet leading him back to the shrine in the woods

and that's when he sees tan, dressed in a white bridal kimono and adorned with magnolias, sitting on the charred engawa of the little shrine as he fiddles with the item that kyo left behind

tan looks to be older than kyo, and the design on his clothes are old-fashioned but not very worn, a telling sign of the time period he came from

kyo is stunned, yes, but the pressure on his shoulder squeezes tighter, an indicator for him to stop gawking at tan

he offers a greeting, voice youthful and inexperienced but unwavering all the same

at first, tan doesnt seem to acknowledge him, so kyo calls out once more, this time taking a few steps closer despite the insistent pressure on his shoulder that threatens to make his knees buckle

it makes tan look up from the little trinket in his hands

kyo watches as tan's burgundy eyes go wide and round, twinkling in surprise as he locks gazes with him

he glances around furtively before looking at kyo again and pointing to himself. his lips are moving but no sound comes from them

kyo tries to step closer, but the entity on his shoulder keeps him in place, just shy from the broken offering box in front of the engawa

so tan makes his way over to kyo, feet walking but not quite touching the ground, not quite leaving footsteps

kyo keeps his eyes on tan as he approaches, brows furrowing up as tan reaches both hands up to his shoulder, seemingly as if to grab hold of /something/

as soon as tan grabs it, kyo feels as if a heavy weight has been lifted off his shoulder

tan smiles, his eyes crinkling a little as he holds the invisible entity close to his chest, stroking where its head should be

🎴: "sorry, i didnt mean to startle you. there was something on your shoulder"

🔥: "was it you?"

🎴: "?"

🔥: "were you the one watching me?"

🎴: "?????"

tan looks confused, so kyo sighs

🔥: "sorry, ive just been on edge recently"

🎴: "oh dear, you look too young to be weighed down by so much anxiety. you dropped this, by the way"

tan lets go of the thing in his arms and fishes kyo's keychain from his kimono sleeve

ehhhh my brains out of juice again

so just imagine that tan sends kyo on his way after this, but kyo keeps coming back bc he thinks tan is pretty and wants to befriend him

at first, kyo thinks tan lives nearby or something—didn't think he was a ghost bc he could see him in the daylight—but it soon becomes apparent that tan gets a little... transparent sometimes

and there's also how his footsteps are always silent, muted despite stepping on crunchy fallen leaves

but yeah, college student kyo falling for older ghost bride tan

eventually kyo discovers that tan's a ghost, and also dressed in incomplete bridalwear

tan opens up about it and kyo learns that tan died at the shrine in a terrible fire

he was a shrine maiden betrothed to /some dude/, but he died while getting ready for their wedding, hence the incomplete kimono

*insert plot filler here where kyo tries to pursues tan, but tan is like "no, i can't, i shouldn't. kyo is a living person who has his entire future ahead of him. i can't upset that balance. and how would we even get married? I'm dead... *

anyway, they fall in love <3 and happy rentan ending!

#rentan #brainrotting hours strikes again #kyotan #leafierambles #leafiewrites #rntnvillage

[murachinchi]

Day 3 - A Red Present red cause newborn babies are red.. lol im sorry im late next day coming soon..

#kny #demon slayer #rentan #kyotan #rengoku kyojuro #kamado tanjiro #me draw #rntnwinterfest #rntnvillage

[murachinchi]

Day 2 - Boyfriend Sweater

i noticed that Tan's sweater look a bit baggy so i thought if they switch it would fit nicely on him 🤣

#kny #demon slayer #rentan #kyotan #kamado tanjiro #rengoku kyojuro #me draw #rntnwinterfest #rntnvillage

[murachinchi]

a day at the spa (?)

#rntnvillage #rntn #rentan #kyotan #kny #me draw

[murachinchi]

rntnvillage - Wearing Masks

"I found this mask and i think it suits you!"

for my rntn followers.. im sorry i neglected u guys 😔😔

#kny #demon slayer #kamado tanjiro #rengoku kyojuro #kyotan #rentan #me draw #rntnvillage

[murachinchi]

Eyepatch

post war rntn with eyepatches \o/

with cute drawings

#rntnvillage #kyotan #rentan #me draw

[thischachamaru]

AU where Tanjiro pushed Rengoku aside and took Akaza’s final blow, distracting him long enough for the sun to rise, and dying in Rengoku’s place. In his dying breath, he asks Rengoku to look after his sister.

“There is a fire in your heart, Mr Rengoku. Please… hold onto it. For me.”

#rentan #KyoTan #TanRen #rntnvillage #oops #sad thots hour #thischachablahblah #chachacha

[thischachamaru]

Dripping Wax

Summary: A knight and a peasant fight in an arena… there is a punchline. Some mild extortion takes place. In the end, Tanjiro ends up as an apprentice to a knight who doesn’t know what a joke is.

For rntnvillage prompts: chivalry / “yes, my lord”

AO3

Chainmail rattled as Tanjiro leapt sideways, dodging a blood-red axe. He scrambled to his feet, black axe in hand, as the crowd roared around the jousting arena.

His opponent laughed. "Excellent hustle, my boy!" he crowed, amusement clear in his voice. In the shadows of his helmet was a hint of gold, and two burning embers where the eyes would normally be— less of a knight and more of a demon.

Tanjiro gripped his axe tighter. "Thank you very much!" He paused, and added, as an afterthought, "um. Sir."

"You are very welcome!" The knight boomed. "Though, there's no need for such formalities. You may address me as Kyojuro Rengoku!"

"Sir Rengoku," corrected Tanjiro. He shifted back, taking a wide stance, pretending his heart wasn’t shaking. It was one thing, to chop wood. It was another to chop flesh- even if that flesh was covered in armor. “I… wish we had met under different circumstances,” he admitted.

“Hm.” Rengoku tilted his head. His eyes gleamed inside his helmet. “But I rather like this. Don’t you?”

Tanjiro didn’t know what to say to that.

Without warning, Rengoku spun on his heel, axe flashing. Metal connected— screeching past Tanjiro’s chest-plate, sparks flying, before whipping away, just missing the gap in his armor.

Before Tanjiro could so much as gasp, Rengoku pursued him, axe whirling, flashing, slicing— Tanjiro ducking, stumbling, slipping, backwards— until Rengoku slammed him into the fence. The crowd cheered.

A drop of blood plopped onto the mud. Then another. Then another.

“Got you,” huffed Rengoku. He tried pulling away, only to find his weapon embedded in Tanjiro’s axe handle. “Interesting.”

Their eyes locked. Tanjiro bared his teeth.

He wasn’t going to lose.

Tanjiro jerked away, yanking Rengoku with him— then he firmly planted his feet, whipping his head towards Rengoku.

BANG!

Both axes splashed to the ground, splattering mud over their armored boots.

“Got you,” wheezed Tanjiro.

As Rengoku stared, a crack split through his helmet. Bit-by-bit, the crack snapped over the faceplate and the helmet shattered— clanging as it clattered against his armor, to the muddied ground. In the sun, Rengoku’s ember-eyes shimmered like halos. Tanjiro recalled, then, why some men worshipped angels.

The rest of his features were equally bizarre. He had a delicate face with strong brows and bright, sweaty hair, that clung to his features like magma. The air swam around him, bubbling and popping and swaying— the sort of heat Icarus felt when he flew too close to the sun. One second, one moment of happiness.

Then he fell.

Rengoku made a choked noise.

After a long moment, he gathered himself, and shoved Tanjiro over the fence. “A very good fight!” he announced. “Though, being disarmed so easily, I am quite ashamed! Perhaps I should retire, and become a jester, hmm?” The hushed crowd burst into laughter. Rengoku picked up his axe, and twirled it elegantly, before tossing it to a page.

The nobles clapped politely as Rengoku bowed to them, and the crowd again cheered when he made his rounds, showing off an impressive display of archery as Tanjiro dazedly soaked in a puddle. Then, on dismissal, as the next competitors trotted into the arena, he hopped over the fence and squatted next to Tanjiro.

“That was impressive.” He poked Tanjiro in the forehead. “I’ve been training all my life for this. To think, I was defeated by a charcoal farmer… it’s very mortifying, you know!” he poked Tanjiro again, harder. “Regardless. It’s decided! You’ll become my apprentice.”

“Decided… “ Tanjiro blinked, trying to gain his bearings. The world tilted around him, swaying in doubles, “Decided… by who? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Decided by me! Right now.”

“Just like that?”

“Just like that!”

Rengoku abruptly stood, hauling Tanjiro up, and slamming him into his chest-plate headfirst— denting it.

“Haha! You’ve quite the talent for destruction, don’t you?” teased Rengoku. “Shall I send you the repair bill?”

Tanjiro looked at the ruined armor and nearly sobbed. “I… don’t think I can afford it,” he dourly replied. “I’m sorry.”

“All the more reason to join me!” Rengoku then said. “You’re Tanjiro, are you not? I shall accept your blood, sweat and tears as payment. My word is my bond.”

This seemed more like blackmail than chivalry, but Tanjiro didn’t know enough about chivalry to disagree. “Yes, Sir Rengoku. Okay. But…”

I don’t want to fight, he silently pleaded. Rengoku watched him expectantly. I want to live with my sister. I want to live in peace. But…

In a world like this, that was impossible.

Knowing that, Tanjiro nodded, smiling weakly as Rengoku beamed.

“Very good!” Rengoku clapped a hand on Tanjiro’s back, nearly bowling him over. “To start— I’d like to use your head as a battering ram.”

“E-excuse me?!”

“That was a joke!” Rengoku yanked him closer, pinching Tanjiro between his arm and chest plates. “I hear you commoners like those sorts of things,” he added conspiratorially.

“Sorts of thi—,” Tanjiro stammered. “Do you— not know what a joke is?”

“Hm?” Rengoku did not blink. He did not look at Tanjiro. “Ah, yes. I’m quite familiar!”

“Ah,” nodded Tanjiro, as if he understood. He didn’t. Why would someone lie about that? “I’m just not used to your sense of humor, Sir. You’ll have to tell me more,” he instead offered, as Rengoku cheerily called for some ale.

Just what had he gotten himself into?

#RenTan #KyoTan #TanRen #Tanjiro #kyojuro rengoku #rntnvillage #thischachafics #you can read it as platonic I don’t care

[maigo-san]

Day 3 | Hibernation

#rntnwinterfest #rntnvillage #rentan #konpon au

[thischachamaru]

#rntnwinterfest day 3: 🎁💤✨

Hibernation / A red present

#rntnvillage #rentan #tanren

More info

#rntnwinterfest #rntnvillage #kyotan #rentan #tanren #day 3 let’s gooo!!!! #everyone is doing great so far!!!