HELLO  !  my name is honie and i write kōkotsu,  the kny oc featured on this blog!  i wanted to pin this post with all info provided,  and inform everyone that this account will be 18+ only!  

KŌKOTSU IS A VERY TRIGGERING CHARACTER,  and I understand not wanting to follow or interact with him.  i wished to write a demon who was truly bad,  inside and out.  kōkotsu is a true evil character,  with his story containing many possible triggers.  this post acts as a content warning for this character,  and this blog in general.  remember that i,  as the mun,  do not support any of my character’s actions.

CONTENT WARNINGS FOR THIS BLOG  include heavy mentions of gore,  blood,  and cannibalism,  alongside a large content  /  trigger warning for stalking,  the  “yandere”  trope,  obsession,  unhealthy relationships,  and heavy abuse and manipulation.

     And while the weight of hopelessness threatened to bear down on her, she persistently refused to let it grip at her heart. If she could keep a level head, the injured slayer held on to hope that there were still options to turn her situation around. Although it wasn’t preferred, she’d even use her blood if it came down to it.

     Shakily, her hands wrapped around the handle of her nagamaki, yet the way she held it was not one of defense. The small woman planted the end into the ground, leaning her weight onto it to pull herself back onto her feet, shifting to hold herself solely on the one that had survived her fall.

     “Ah, it’s true there are no words. Poets may attempt to convey the feeling, but it is like seeing it through a fogged glass, is it not?” She converses, part of her trying to be amicable with the repugnant one before her. Even if the sight of him harkened thoughts of Gashadokuro, the stench was what she believed a Nuppeppo must stink. Pungent enough for her to taste and it made her stomach twist.

     Still, there was another part of her that was insatiably curious as to what this demon meant. What they felt so strongly about. Regardless of that, it didn’t seem like she had much of a choice at present.

     “Y-yes, please…. I’d like for you to show me….”

SLAYERS WERE ALWAYS VIGILANT  this was a fact he couldn’t possibly refute,  but it was true that they never knew when to stop.  walking away wasn’t always something to be ashamed of,  but slayers didn’t know the difference between dying with pride and dying with 

HE APPROACHES THE GIRL,  fingers reaching out to lift her chin to reach his gaze.  a smile stretches across his lips,  breath foul with the stench of decay as he bends to meet her height.  his words are soft,  almost careful as he speaks.  after all,  he doesn’t want any more slayers to come to her rescue  -  he’d had a good meal,  and now he just wants to rest.

  “  AH  -  YOU DON’T MIND  if i pick you up do you  ?  i wouldn’t want you to injure your leg more.  i’d always be open to the idea of you attempting an escape after all.  ”

HE DOESN’T WAIT FOR HER ANSWER,  hands scooping her up from behind and bringing her towards the mausoleum.  he held his most prized possessions there after all,  his whip cracking against the rocks as he props her higher on his shoulder,  strangely careful of her leg.  his plan was to talk,  perhaps even to help her wound before he killed her.  false hope was always the most delicious part of the meal,  after all.

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.   /  ‘  is  this  all  you  can  do?  ’   /   @bonecollected​ 

                            and  he  was  run  down  ––––  exhausted.  even  when  calloused hands  struggle  to  continue  gripping to  his  sword  ––  oh,  does  he  hold  on  for  dear  life.  it  was  as  if  the  sword  were  the  final  thing  tying  him  to  this  place, and  no,  he  will  not  leave.

he  looks  so  oddly  serious  –––  no  pride, no  joy,  nothing. as  an  unwavering gaze  continues  to  settle  to  the  demon, all  he  can  say  is,

“––––i  will…  have  your…  head…”

KŌKOTSU HAS ALWAYS DESIRED  destruction,  the blood of someone on his hands without the waste of the remains to worry about.  now he was exactly what he’d always wished to be,  a collector of treasures,  a lover who held his partner by his side so closely,  and a monster who didn’t worry about humanity’s lows.  exhaustion makes the air frigid around them,  and the demon quickly finds himself behind the slayer.  the way his voice echoes against the stones makes it all the more grim.

  “  DO YOU THINK  you’ll hold out that long  ?  I give it 2 more minutes  -  tops.  then that lovely haori will hang from the angels watching over me.  i wouldn’t want it to go to waste.  ”

HIS WHIP IS TIGHT  in his pale hands,  fingers perfectly imprinted into the handle as he snakes it across the mud,  it’s form almost serpent  -  like as he prepares to strike the slayer once again.  after all,  he must be so exhausted  -  and those who are exhausted would love nothing more than to be put to rest,  correct  ?

     Ah, of course. It didn’t matter too much how they looked outwardly. A demon was still stronger than most humans regardless of appearances. Hekima might be impressed if she wasn’t in such a precarious position.

     She tried, subtly, to slide herself backwards to put more distance between herself and the demon in question, but she didn’t get too far before a headstone pressed to her back. The pain in her leg throbbed terribly but unless she could get herself away from him there was little she could do about the potentially broken bone.

     “S-someone you love is with you…?” Hekima questions, more meekly than her usually inquisitive self. The pain and fear had drowned much of her enthusiasm, but she was trying not to think about it. Yet, looking at the structure of skeletal lines that decorated most of their visible frame, it was difficult not to.

     “Love is a wonderful thing, isn’t it?”

LOVE WAS A WORD  that kōkotsu was incredibly acquainted with,  an emotion that enraptured him so deeply,  so ravenously,  that he’d given everything he had for it.  he felt it every day,  every night,  every time he laid eyes on the man he loved.  they’d always been destined to be together,  there was no question of it,  and now they would never be separated.  it was almost like being drunk all of the time,  a constant state of ecstasy that crippled the senses,  a never  -  ending life in heaven.

HIS LIPS DRIP WITH BLOOD,  fangs yellowed and dull from their continuous ripping and tearing into flesh.  sharpened claws barely miss his own skin as he clasps his hands together,  bones cracking as he stretches his palms ahead of him.  his tongue stained red,  breath warm in the cold,  dead night,  the scent of a just enjoyed,  fresh meal hot on his lips.  another was in line as well,  right in front of him,  eyes wide as a cow at slaughter.  they were always so beautiful when they were terrified.

BONES WERE FRAGILE,  this was a fact he’d always known,  having broken many at a young age from many stupid tasks.  slayers were resilient however,  even despite their bones breaking and shattering,  they still stood tall.  kōkotsu could always admire such strength,  and he was sure to honor the strongest through his treasures.  the necklace he wears jingles as he moves,  a large number of teeth hanging from the raggedy string  -  the teeth of slayers he’d killed,  slayers who were resilient,  powerful,  delicious.  he knew them all by name,  and those names brought back memories of the meals they’d shared.

  “  LOVE IS MUCH MORE  than just wonderful.  words do it no justice.  perhaps i could show you instead,  i have a very good example inside.  it’s not like you can go too far with that leg anyways,  am i right ?  ”

                                                  BONE TATTOOS  &  INJURY.

KŌKOTSU’S BONE TATTOOS  that litter his entire body are actually reflections of his own bones.  his skin is not see  -  through,  but the tattoos are imbued with some semblance of life.  in the case that kōkotsu is injured enough to break his bones,  you’ll be able to see the fractures on his tattoos.  this is his fatal flaw,  and allows for slayers to identify the injuries they achieve when it comes to slowing him down,  however,  it is very hard to break his bones.

⇝ @9thform​ stated  :  “  i do not intend to die.  ”

KŌKOTSU’S SMILE HAS NEVER  been kind,  and now it drips with torment as he faces the flame hashira.  his fall from grace was hot on his trail,  and the demon intended to be the end to what akaza couldn’t manage to accomplish.  it wasn’t that he thought bad of the other demon,  seeing as the circumstances were less than favorable,  he just felt as if he was being given sloppy seconds,  and not a real fight.

THEY WERE IN HIS DOMAIN,  a place that kōkotsu knew front and back,  and a place where the sun never touched,  forgotten by time and loved by rot.  the smell hung in the air like fog,  decorated with sorrow.  he wasn’t intending to go down in this fight,  but to come out with a new treasure  -  the stunning haori that adorned the slayer.

  “  NO ONE INTENDS TO DIE,  you hot  -  head.  death isn’t kind,  it isn’t forgiving,  it’s a brutal creature that intends to rip you apart,  one way or the other.  and if you don’t believe you’re above it,  it may just act kinder.  if you act as you are,  however,  i’m afraid it plots the worst for you.  ”

BONES CRACK WRETCHEDLY  as he pulls his weapon from his pocket,  mud caking the surfaces in which it dragged behind him so frequently.  a whip is drawn,  held together by thick wire and amalgamated from fractions of spinal cords,  ending with the rattle of a deadly snake.  some bones still stain with the blood of his victims,  cracked and mangled to make the deadly arm.  the handle fits perfect in slender hands,  curated from a split tibia bone.  the demon proudly bares his drawn weapon,  teeth bared and claws sharp with the desire to tear him open.

⇝  @rxkishiya​ stated  :  “  A H O T  ~  ”

𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐌: 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒.   /     “  sometimes you just can’t afford to wait around for someone else to notice ”   /   @bonecollected​

                            and  a  stern  expression rests  on  akaza’s features  –––  always holding  a  bitter taste  on  his  tongue  when  coming  face-to-face with  other  demons, this  one  in  particular  seemed to  disturb  him.  something  seems  twisted  about  them;  something wrong  –  something that  clashed  against his  very  make-up.

why  did  muzan  choose them?  while  akaza  was  often  not  one  to  outright question  his  master, during  moments  like  this,  it  could  not  be  helped.

“–––what  do  you  mean?” he  finally  asks,  “–––who  were  you  waiting for?”

KŌKOTSU HOLDS HIS GROUND  with fierce resilience,  a grin that would make the devil shiver cracked across his lips.  bared tusks highlight the blood red of his lips,  forever stained by his glutton.  he was never one to make people comfortable,  even his parents ashamed of the child they’d raised,  despite loving him to his very bones.  he was inside out,  all of the darkest crevices of his mind exposed for the world to see. 

  “  I WAITED FOR A LOVER,  but I couldn’t wait forever.  I had to make the first move,  and it turned out just as gorgeously as i’d hoped.  don’t you just want to take everything for yourself sometimes?  no expectations,  just you and your desires,  indulging with all the freedom in the world.  sounds delicious,  doesn’t it?  ”

⇝ @rxkishiya​  stated:  “ you’re surprisingly strong for how slender you appear. ”

THE DEMON GRINS  stretching his arms over his head,  flexing the muscles that rippled below such a slender figure.  his height was what made him appear so slender,  but he was surely stronger than you would believe him to be.  demon blood rushed through his veins,  the blood of one stronger than anyone,  gifting him just a fraction of that strength.  however,  he attributed most of his strength to the sharing of his body with hotaru,  one who he believed gave him all the strength he needed through his love.

  “  I’M A DEMON  after all,  and it only helps that I practically carry the two of us in here.  he helps me more than i could even display  -  trust me.  he’s always been so loving in that way,  such a kind,  kind person.  i’m very glad i have the opportunity to love him.  ”

THE WAY HE SPEAKS  of hotaru is like he’s still alive,  despite what remained of the other neatly kept in his own place of rest.  kōkotsu knows he’s gone,  but he instead chooses to think of it as a bond between the two,  a marriage in death rather than in life.  vile,  it was,  but it fulfilled him in a way that hotaru never would have allowed in life.

                         002.  LOVE ME, LOVE ME ;  MORE THAN YOU POSSIBLY CAN.

                                                                PRE  -  DEMON  ;  HUMAN VERSE.

KŌKOTSU WAS KNOWN AS  naoyuki  (  meaning truth and happiness  )  miyake  (  meaning three houses  )  when he was a human,  a notably troubled boy.  despite having a very good home life,  naoyuki struggled with his own mental battles.  naoyuki’s key developmental years were spent without many friends,  his morbid interests often scaring off probable bonds.  he enjoyed taxidermy,  a practice that his father,  as a butcher,  didn’t quite mind indulging him in.  naoyuki was allowed to bring home weird findings to taxidermize,  such as two  -  headed chickens or a calf with two pupils.  these strange items often scared his mother,  but she simply ignored the practice,  building him a shed out back to practice and store his works in.

HIS TEENAGE YEARS  were when naoyuki began to branch out,  noting that his interests scared his peers and opting to create an entirely new persona in order to attract friendships.  the task had been a success,  and though he was by no means popular,  naoyuki had amassed a good group of friends from his involvement in local events.  naoyuki was notably close with a girl named utano,  the girl who lived next door to his family.  though they were a year apart,  they spent a number of days together.  at a point,  utano had expressed her feelings for naoyuki,  only to be turned down,  leaving a large gap in their once close relationship.

NAOYUKI ONLY HAD INTEREST IN  a boy named hotaru who lived about five houses down,  who’d just moved in to pursue an apprenticeship of swordsmithing.  hotaru took his job as a swordsmith’s apprentice incredibly seriously,  and was particularly unsociable.  hotaru was the same age as him,  and naoyuki made a strong effort to befriend the boy.  the efforts mostly failed,  only worming his way into hotaru’s personal life on one or two occasions.  on one occasion,  hotaru had invited naoyuki to his house to complete a task,  and he took this to his full advantage.  for the few minutes that naoyuki was left in hotaru’s room alone as he used the restroom,  he took a number of small items from the room,  most notably some clothing items and an unfinished sword.

NAOYUKI HID A LOT  from all of the people around him,  his dark interests,  his sexuality,  and the fact that he didn’t quite feel much anymore.  maybe he had never felt anything at all,  but he was sure of one thing,  and that was that he felt nothing but love for hotaru.  though they didn’t interact often,  naoyuki knew nothing would be complete without the boy being his.  though,  suspicions quickly arose.

WHAT BEGAN AS INTEREST  plummeted into obsession,  and naoyuki’s friends began to distance themselves as hotaru began to become the only thing he would talk about.  his free time was consumed tracking the others every move,  and even when hotaru had moved to a swordsmith village,  naoyuki had followed.  over the years,  he’d amassed a number of items that hotaru had touched  ;  empty wrappers,  chewed gum,  even pieces of clothing,  and that unfinished sword that he held close by his side,  day by day.

                                         001.  I AM PERVERTED ; SICK & SADISTIC.

                                                                                  MAIN VERSE.

                              (  CW FOR IMPLIED STALKING,  GORE,  CANNIBALISM,  AND BLOOD.  )

KŌKOTSU WAS TRANSFORMED  quite a number of years ago,  now having lived about 63 years as a demon.  through the years,  he’s resisted joining the twelve kizuki,  instead preferring to help on the sidelines here and there,  but primarily indulging himself in eating and taking treasures of those he’s killed.  he claimed a space of his own,  a now run  -  down cemetery long forgotten in the woods,  complete with a large mausoleum in the middle in which he now resides.

HIS TRANSFORMATION BEGAN  with the meeting of a dark haired demon who called himself muzan,  a king amongst creatures.  for once,  his human form felt true fear,  a chill creeping down his spine as he begged to be spared,  as he had to finally get to the one he loved before he died.  interested in his intent,  muzan struck a deal with the human,  agreeing to turn him into a demon and allow him to turn this  “loved one”  so they would be together,  as long as they aided muzan in his efforts to rid the world of the hashira,  and discovered the blue spider lily.  naoyuki obliged wholeheartedly,  and suffered the transformation from human to demon to finally be with his love,  forever.

THE SECOND HE BECAME CONCIOUS  once more,  he was in a daze,  only faint memories of someone he knew he needed to find and a ravenous hunger overtaking him.  the demon,  fatefully named kōkotsu escaped from the sun into some dark woods,  finding the cemetery and taking refuge in the mausoleum overnight.  the daylight hours were spent with kōkotsu ravaging the tombs,  removing leftover items and using them as decoration for the walls inside and out of the place of rest.  he’d found countless treasured items,  keeping them for himself and using the three tombs inside the mausoleum as a place to store the items he didn’t now wear.  

NIGHT FALLS UPON THE VILLAGE  again,  and kōkotsu sets out onto the path he’d travelled thousands of times before,  following it to the home of hotaru,  the boy that naoyuki had fallen in love with years prior.  he knew the boy was alone,  and snuck into the house with ease,  finding the boy sleeping soundly and crawling atop of him,  covering the mouth of the human before he’d have a chance to scream.  the demon offered a smile,  one that was vile and unforgiving.  words escaped his lips with no remorse,  and the smell of the human he loved filled the room so graciously. 

“  WE’RE FINALLY GOING TO BE TOGETHER.  CAN YOU BELIEVE IT  ?  JUST YOU AND                           ME,  FOREVER.  AND NO ONE WILL TAKE THIS FROM US.  ”

KŌKOTSU WAS ENRAPTURED  by the taste of his beloved as he bit deep into the shoulder of the boy,  feeling teeth in his skin as the boy tried with no avail to escape the demon.  originally intending to just turn the human into a creature of his own,  kōkotsu’s hunger took him over,  and he ripped the chunk from the shoulder he bit into,  pulling his hand from the humans mouth and watching the shock of being eaten alive.  the demon no longer cared,  because his beloved would now be a part of him forever,  and no one would take that from him.

HIS HUNGER NEVER FADED,  and he wore the teeth of his favorite meals around his neck like a prize as he continued to gather trophies from every notable kill demons would make,  even aside from himself.  he’d eaten hundreds,  and never once did he regret it,  as he spent his life lounging and enjoying himself and his glutton.  his weapon of choice was one of his own making,  a whip formed from a number of spinal cords he’d pulled together with wire,  thunderously cracking as he hit the bones of demon slayers,  bringing them to their knees instantly.  his tattoos covered his body,  a representation of his own bone structure that he prided as being exceptionally beautiful,  and fused with the bones of hotaru,  whose bones he kept in the tomb he slept in.

KŌKOTSU WAS NEVER FOND of the twelve kizuki,  a lone wolf of a demon who preferred to do his own personal bidding.  though he was still tied to muzan through their blood,  his lust for blood and domination only fueled him to hoard his food and prizes from the many corpses he’d devoured.  he was holding off the slayers,  even distracting hashira from the goal of muzan,  therefore his obedience didn’t matter,  as long as he wasn’t defying the king of demons,  what difference did it make?

HE’D MET THE UPPER RANKS before,  only once,  called to muzan against his will to inform of a possible development related to the blue spider lily,  one that had only raised a number of additional questions.  his intelligence in the field of the search was lacking,  but his dealing with the cloud pillar earned him the right to live freely,  without the responsibility of kizuki being set upon his name.

TO BE VISITING WAS UNUSUAL of him,  but information travelled fast between demons,  especially those like himself who could never seem to keep their mouth shut.  his congratulations were in order,  a thing very unusual of the demon,  but he wasn’t just here for niceties,  he was here for a request.

  “  AH,  DOUMA  -  SAN  !  i heard about your success, and i must give you my dearest congratulations.  it may not be much for you,  but any killing of a hashira must be celebrated,  yes  ?  ”