.

so after everything that has developed in the recent days, i started to worry about coming forward about this situation. i was concerned that it would only hurt others further or even worse, continue to be used against third parties. this has devolved into a complete spectacle, straying from the actual purpose and that is not correct, nor what the victim(s) deserve.  

however, i owe an apology to a lot of people. or maybe a single person. i don’t know who made the report and i doubt i will ever find out so that’s why making this public my best choice.

that’s why i want to say properly that i’m sorry.

after what was presented to be my the mods my first reaction was “no way, it can’t be” and tried to find some kind of explanation or anything that could prove i wasn’t doing such a thing BUT at the end, the feelings of others matter more than that. i want to do right by the victims in this situation. so,i’m sorry for trying to pull some shitty explanation, i didn’t want it to be seen as me knowing something harmful and still doing it.

anyway, this is not a debate or a character discussion so i will leave that aside. i’m certain everything has been said and done by this point and the conclusion remains -- people were hurt.

i know my ban is of 6 months and i can attempt removing it (up to debate) but that does not feel right. i have decided that i will not return no matter if the ban is lifted or not. mostly, for the comfort of others. i will not retake the character either here or in another group. that’s the best i can do in this situation and offer, besides doing better and stop assuming X or Y about a character. and a whole lot i will work on since that’s life.

once again, thank you for having me and my characters. i loved being here. it was my happiness and joy coming from other activities to write and see so many people together. since the beginning of the last group to here, i was filled with many great memories. everyone here is a wonderful writer, i’m happy that i was offered the opportunity to be around.

hi, I explained it in the anon below and edited the main post so it explains it better. I didn’t do it on purpose and this was v recently thought due to what was presented. due to how ambiguous it is, I thought that maybe canon had more but sadly it didn’t. regardless, thank you for pointing it out.

hi, thank you for coming forward!

this was recently thought and why I put that doc, to show better why I disagreed with the accusation rather than anything. i spent like two days thinking hard on it, but not before. it didn’t cross my mind till now if I’m honest, but i wanted to make my own digging through canon as well and check if there was more concrete stuff because it’s not easy to accept that I could write that kind of stuff. With how early the series ended, there’s little we can work with since demons weren’t explained thoroughly and the author is the only one who can disprove / accept stuff.

I wrote daki under the impression that she was over 100+ and left it at that.

haemoneiron​:

This woman smelled quite toxic herself, the kind of toxicity the hunter was drawn too. 

Confident, arrogant, blunt. How delightful. How delightful. 

“Then what else needs to be said. She’s confessed. She’s unrepentant. Another hungry parasite with no remorse. Just like all the rest.”

“Oh there’s no need to even pretend now, you enjoyed it didn’t you. Each and every one, I’m sure. The old, the infirm and the weak; poor sport for one such as yourself. Well why continue to scrounge around in the dirt, scurrying between scraps? You can smell it, can’t you? I know you can.”

Makoto didn’t want a fight, but Crow did. Makoto came out unarmed, but Crow didn’t. Makoto had asked her question, and Daki had answered.

What else was there. 

Her curved sword was drawn from its sheath slowly and eerily silent, the black blade leaving a lightly glittering trail in its wake. It was good that she could see Makoto from where she stood, otherwise she would have acted already.

“One chance. Prove you’re something other than the unsightly beast I see before me and come quietly. Otherwise I’ll find out what you taste like.”

@bigbangsmasher​

Maybe it was a mistake to ask Crow to come along. Maybe Makoto should’ve come by herself, and then even if there was a fight, she could just run away before any blood was shed. Maybe coming out here at all was a mistake, maybe there was nothing Makoto could do.

Too late to worry about all those maybes now.

Crow’s comments will only enflame the situation, and although deescalation isn’t Makoto’s strong suit, she has to at least try. “Listen, Daki, we don’t want to fight. If you have to eat, uh… people, that can’t be helped. But my partner over there has to drink blood, and she doesn’t kill people to get it. Maybe there’s a sustainable way to do this?”

It’s odd to talk about eating flesh in such a way. Makoto’s already wracking her brain, trying to figure out if she knows anyone with any kind of regeneration or advanced healing magic that could regrow limbs. Something to say she’d at least tried to find a compromise.

“Look, people like us might come back when we die, but lots of people living here don’t. So, just- I wanna make sure everyone living here’s alright. Something that works for everyone. Even you, Daki.”

Makoto takes a very cautious step forward, hoping to at least give a better alternative than Crow’s threats. “If nothing else, then do it so Crow won’t try to kill you. What do you say?”

@brackenprincess​

“I’m not proving shit.” 

Delivering her reply didn’t require brain power or even a second of consideration, not a mere thought wasted on what was offered before her. The faux sympathy, it was a bit too late to offer such a lazy attempt at salvation. One of the pair didn’t particularly like the idea so why pretend? That sword was certainly not just a nice adornment that the other woman had brought. Her threats weren’t pretty words either, the severity in which they were spoken was likely as sharp as the blade waiting to be used. 

Daki knew that no matter how she bent the rules to ‘live’ in this world, she would not be entirely accepted. It was fine, she never sought forgiveness and she wasn’t about to start now. 

“I don’t care about what do you think I am, who made you two numbskulls the pillar of righteousness anyway? Don’t make me laugh, it’s so pathetic.” Throwing back her head, a clawed hand covering her features as she allowed herself to laugh. It was an honest, hearty cackle that delivered better her feelings-- how amusing others could be, with such sincere anger for what was meant to be right. 

The very epitome of idiocy was before her. It seemed that demon slayers had quite a couple of equally-minded friends scattered in the city, though more willing to give a chance or two. 

“Two ugly freaks can’t lecture a demon. But at least I own it unlike you, shitty rodent.”

Someone dumb had no right to her story and certainly had no business offering pity, or even that cheap excuse of mercy. Agree to their terms or die. It was no different to how she used to live so it was perfectly acceptable to get stubborn.

Besides, she also had a little surprise if things got out of hand. 

“I will also give you a chance, leave and I won’t use your guts to decorate these streets.”

“That was mostly a joke about how I’m a lesbian, but thank you for being so sweet about it.”

you’re right daki i could never get a boyfriend the way you have

@dazaisensei​ get away from my heckin’ lady before I punch ya into the next district ya simp

dazaisensei replied to your post: “I obviously have a boyfriend because I’m way...

@namenayo interesting. tell me more about how you want to beat me up.

why do you need to eat your boyfriend when you can eat me

haemoneiron​:

Despite how deeply she could be gripped by intensity at certain moments, Crow was a patient hunter. Her partially invisible form stood in the shadows still as the ghost of a statue. Her eyes closed as she paid closer attention to her other senses, far off sounds, shifting scents. She waited.

And she waited.

Her eyes opened slightly before she heard the voice, because what curled silently through the fog reached her first. New, yet familiar. Strange, but recognisable. 

And then if we spot someone who looks a little too interested, then we can surround ‘em and… Makoto had paused then. I guess we’ll see.

Crow had not responded then. She’d done this dance countless times before and there had only been one thing on her mind. It was in her mind now, a course of action hammered in through repetition. It wouldn’t be what Makoto wanted, some part of her knew this. Is it what would happen? I guess we’ll see.

Still, before anything they had to be sure. Crow was confident the scent had drawn this one in, she had even commented on it. Like a wraith she drifted through the fog, careful not to disturb it with her movements and draw attention. She was mindful of Makoto’s position, trying to manoeuvre herself so this one was between the two of them. 

One hand held the grip of her sheathed sword, a blade that was as hungry as she was, deeply excited to take part in an old dance. Do it. Do it now. Why waste time. You know what it is. Why wait. Why wait. The sharp gauntlets of her other hand dug into her own arm, releasing more of that sweet scent into the air. 

“Make what harder, exactly.”

@bigbangsmasher​

Waiting isn’t Makoto’s strong suit. Sure, sometimes her line of work demands hours spent doing nothing but watching, but that doesn’t mean she enjoys it. Thankfully, she doesn’t have to wait too long before someone wanders in. A grin splits her face when she sees who it is.

“I knew it. I knew it,” she whispers to herself, smiling. Of course, it’s not like it’s a good thing she was right.

Makoto drops down from her own hiding spot at the alleyway’s other end, hopefully cutting off any escape routes. It’s possible Daki has some kind of ability that would help her make a hasty retreat, but she doesn’t seem the type to run away. Better to confront this head on and get it over with.

“Hey Daki!” she calls out. “Long time no see, huh? I had a feeling you had some dirty little secrets; not that you were really subtle about it.”

She steps a little closer, holding her hands out to show she’s unarmed. Despite the feelings she holds towards Daki, Makoto doesn’t want a fight. She’d rather talk it out, figure out some kind of middle ground that’s corpse-free. It all depends on Daki. And maybe Crow, by the smell of things.

“I’m not here to beat around the bush like last time,” she says. “I only have one question.”

“What do you know about the bodies that’ve been showing up in the red light district?”

For a moment, Makoto thinks she should’ve asked two questions. Who was this ‘we’ Daki was talking about?

@brackenprincess​

How intoxicating. 

She might be closer to the source than expected. Every whiff numbed her head, inviting her to get closer and closer --....

Till a voice interrupted her. 

“Why are you asking if you already know the answer, idiot?” Tilting her head, a rather ironic smile decorated her lips. It was so absurd to play pretend, denying it will only make the situation more troubling. Eating was her main interest now that her appetite had awoken -- the alluring and lovely smell only deepened her hunger, as if the demon had no tasted flesh in several days. Wasting time did not benefit either party and so, she spoke cynically, 

“Right, I’ll spell it for you. I did it.” It was not a lie but she was also taking more credit than deserved, as she wasn’t the only man-eating monster within the island. Of the few she knew, shoving the blame upon them was quite the cowardly tactic and some deserved more peace than the oiran herself. It was fine to pretend she was scarier and stronger, obtaining complete control of the red-light district was her aim at the end.

This could be of use, for sure. Beating such loving-justice idiots.

“Pfft, I should’ve eaten my leftovers... but it’s really hard for me... they all taste so bad... You know, old men aren’t delicious in the least. Their crummy old bones and elastic flesh, it’s suuuper gross.” Cupping her cheek as she spoke with an obviously fake high-pitched tone, Daki feigned sadness in her situation. “I’ve tried to be good but that’s not enough for ya’, right? What a pityyyy.”

Or not, she didn’t care in the slightest. Not if it concerned someone that she disliked. If they wanted to point fingers at the demon, she will gladly play the part and make it big. 

    His eyes blinked twice or thrice as his expression remained as dull, quiet and relaxed as ever. What a rude woman, imposing her onto others like that. She wondered if she was just having a bad day or something akin. 

    ❝ Oh, I see. My deepest apologies, then. I will take my leave. ❞ He didn’t really seem depressed or just saddened at the comment, just completely indifferent. Was this really the first time he heard something like it? Not at all. But he didn’t want to cause a scene or something. Trivial problems like that weren’t in his schedule and he wasn’t going to teach manners to some random woman in the streets. He has already tried before.

   Guess it’s time to drink tea elsewhere.

His lack of reaction caused great confusion upon Daki. 

“Hey, what’s with that resigned attitude?” A voice often harsh softened, provoked by the mere fact she had no means of understanding his lack of care. She wasn’t intentionally stopping him nor she would push on the issue but it certainly bothered her, staying silent was not an option. 

It wasn’t like she was ignoring the fact he was someone important and terrifying, someone even Muzan feared -- she was merely too much of a child to stay put and let things be for the sake of her own survival. 

“At least pretend you have some spine, even I feel bad when a dog doesn’t barks back.”

“…So, I gotta dropkick some prettyboy with a sword? A’ight.”