the great calamxty

calamxty-- a highly selective, private multiverse rp account for Kibutsuji Muzan of Demon Slayer.

Ayo! This is Anu! First off, thank you for visiting and checking out my blog! Please keep in mind I write mature things such as mental illness, gore, abuse, cannibalism, violence, etc. so if you’re easily triggered by any of this, I don’t recommend following. This is not a spoiler-free blog as I tend to mention the ending of the manga & rb things from there fairly often. 18+ preferred for mun interactions, please! This blog is a mature place. <3

❛the monster you’ve made is wearing the crown--i’ll be the king and you’ll be the clown. I’ll take the blame--parade it around--you’ve made me the villain you can’t live without. ❜

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I want to keep writing him, you know?

I’m trying to decide between servers or just one giant one with sections for each person. Probably just one for each person??

HE’S  JUST  SINGING  AS  HE  gracefully moves about the decadent room in what might be some sort of  fan  dance,   don’t mind him.

“  so  give  me  your  fire,   give  me  your  fear,      give  me  your  faith  when  love  gives  you  tears~      &  give  me  your  heart,   give  me  your  fate,      give  me  your  hand  when  love  gives  you  hate~      give  me  your  prayers  up  on  your  feet      &  i’ll  give  you  a  show  —  it  helps  fill  the  seats!      so  give  me  your  sins,   give  me  your  lies :      but  whisper  your  love  &  i’ll  whisper  mine~!  ”

“....” What in the world did he walk in on?

                             “.......”

                                                       “Douma.”

“Have you perhaps thought of studying a few geisha in Gion or the Fujiwara? I’m sure they could give you a few lessons if you’re looking for traditional fan dancing..” He blinked a few times. He really, really, should have expected this from him.

———- How do you treat something like this.

It was almost impossible. As she had to turn to those he had elevated and send them, to all corners of the land. To bring doctors to offer treatment, one’s that held talent and skill….and would not be missed when they didn’t return. Each one, would try something different. A new remedy, a new treatment, each one a complete and utter failure. As they were removed and merely thrown to the growing horde being created out of desperation to go further, to go beyond, to tear this land to pieces, flip it upside down to find someone, to find anything to aid him.

Those that lasted the course, said it would get worse before it got better and in her rage she killed them. Muzan had not come this far just to revert back to how things once were. That was impossible, there were endless promises that were made to one another, that needed to be fulfilled always. They would not grow sick nor weak. As hard as it was, when they treated him, as much as he fought, they were only seeking out his interests, being forced as it may, they were seeking to make things better. As they were burning through medical minds and methods were becoming, more necessary to place trust in the others to try and find something, anything to create there own cure.

Tonight was going to be another difficult night. It would not end well, but he needed to be treated and cared for. As he was before.

Muzan-sama.” Gentle and soft, always when near him. “I am right here.”

His hands reached out for her, as she would take hold of them with one, and wet his head with the cloth with the other. To clean the gathering sweet from him and place it within the basin. None other were permitted to come anywhere near him like this. There were good moments, brief, and then there were the bad, and she could endure it all for him. To see him like this, to dread the thought of what it must feel like, the burns upon him and how, he was not healing. A cut would seal. A limb cut would return within a moment, but this…this was unlike anything she had ever seen.

“I could not trust the others, I did this myself, be angry with me later if you wish, but your well being is my only concern, always.”

Every other choice and option had been exhausted, unless the others found a doctor that held any worth, his research was the only thing to lean into and put it into practice. Against his wishes or not, this was going to happen. “Of course.” As another cloth was raised, to dry her hands as she breathed in for a moment and let go of his hand and pulled the sheet down further and parted ways with his robes to look upon the marks on him. “Before we being, please drink, you will need strength for this.” As the small cup of crimson was lifted, her hand slipping underneath his head to guide it upwards as she placed it upon his lips and with a small lean forward and a tilt of his head, aided him in drinking.

“You are in higher spirits today, your humor has been rare, please forgive me for this.” With the cup placed down and a small nod to him, she would take the lily balm and gently rub it over her hands and breathed for a moment. This was familiar, like before, but so much worse. As children, treatment…at least in there minds, could be carried out through conversation, holding one another and making promises, this was reality now, the truth of the world and there was no one more trusting than them to carry this out.

“If it hurts too much, please let me know and we can stop, but it will be better, to fight through the pain, it will not last long.”

“I would.. rather have you.. than any other,” the pain.. going in and out, sometimes there, sometimes not. Burning through him worse than a wildfire through a patch of dry, dead grass that hadn’t been rained on in at least a year. At least he could breathe. That his wounds were... that his wounds were on the outside. It looked better than what he’d seen before, from what he could tell. But it was healing far too slow for his tastes.

But it still hurt.

Her hands, lifting the blood to his lips. Him drinking it greedily, as he was so very hungry. “Michikatsu-chan.. I’m.. very.. hungry. Humans... bring me humans or take me to them. I’m so hungry, Michikatsu-chan..” He grasped at her hand to keep her from pulling away. “They will help. They will always help. I need.. them. How long has it been since I’ve eaten properly--?” His fangs. His throat burned with the blood that he drank. It wasn’t enough. It was never enough. He could eat a city’s worth. A village’s worth. All on his own. If she would just let him.

The balm on her hands. 

He looked between her and it.

And then he shuddered as she pressed her hands to his chest.

The worse pain he’d ever felt radiated from her hands. He shuddered as he forced his body to remain still under them. No wonder he’d fought back when he was out of it--! A single touch was all it took to send him into a pained, writhing mass.

“Gods, let it END--!”

Was that him, begging like a pathetic human--?

“Don’t touch--me!”

And then he felt her push him down and all he could do was rasp out his pain from a glass-laden throat. He understood why she didn’t give him humans, now. To keep him weak so he couldn’t kill her while she did that to him. He just wanted her off--why wouldn’t she stop? Why did she keep doing this to him? All he wanted to do was to stand and eat and then lay next to her-- but instead all he got was this pain, this harsh, burning touch that burned him from the outside in.

He was fighting to stay conscious. 

“P-please.. ask me.. before.. you do.. that..”

But he became lost to it. The pain.. he wasn’t even him anymore. Torture. All of it was torture. He couldn’t even see her. He didn’t even know what was going on, only knowing pain. Only knowing that she was bringing him pain instead of comfort. He could barely grasp onto the fact that it was her, and that was the only reason why he tried to keep himself from fighting back as much as he could. But he could only do so much.

“Mi-chika-tsu--” So weak, now. His eyes closed. “Why? Why--do you torture me--? I.. tried.. to be a good Lord for you. If I was unworthy, you--should have told me. You can stop this, now. I swear, I’ll do better.. I don’t even hate you. I deserve it.”

His hand grasped hers. He deserved this. He’d killed and eaten his own family, villages worth of humans. He shook. All he wanted was to live. Were they right after all? Were they right to tell him to do so? 

“Please.” His eyes were clouded--it was obvious he wasn’t seeing her--he wasn’t seeing anything he was in so much pain. He yanked at her. The only reason why he thought he was dying was because he was in so much pain that it was the only conclusion that he could come to. He wasn’t suffocating but it sure as hell felt like he was dying. As if ashamed, his head tilted down, his hair flopping over his eyes, and halfway over his face. “I--I’m sorry. Please--don’t leave me t-o die alone--”

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It was one of those days. When touches failed to hold the amount of meaning she has for this man. This ‘calamity’ (she doesn't like when he says it. So much hatred and pride put into it) that she decided was hers. Hers to love and adore.

The touches that he's familiar with and the song he can so readily sing wasn't enough for her. But she can't deprive him. So he gets what he needs, wants.

After it all she can bask in the afterglow of it all. Praise him. Offer him sweet words while he breaths.

A hand finds his cheek, caressing him and Onyx smiles. A small, soft thing.

“Mine. My darling. So pretty, amazing, gorgeous.” The words are paired with a loving tone and a even softer touch.

The touch to his face makes him look down. Draws him out of his thoughts. Brings a half-smile to his face.

“Do continue,” he murmurs, soft and deep.

He threads his fingers through her hair, moving it away, out of her eyes so he can look at her--look in her. There’s rarely a time when he doesn’t like doing that. “Keep going. I haven’t had an easy day.”

More failure. More annoyances. Each day that the hanafuda boy spends alive is another day that he lives in fear. In terror.

Not that he’d ever admit it aloud. No, that’s something that will stay close to his chest, the same as how many hearts and brains he had. That would be something that he wouldn’t even admit if he died.

But Onyx is making it a little better.

For a moment, under her fingers, he can pretend he’s truly cared for. Not because of his blood, or because of his power, or because of the things he can do. But because of him as a person. 

But no one’s ever chosen him. Not his parents. Not the demons. Not even the sun, which would never shine on him again. He was always... the second choice. If one couldn’t live a normal life as a human, they became a demon. His parents wanted him to die. The sun chose humans to shine on, and them only.

His eyes closed.

Another touch on his cheek.

『 ┍━━━━━━━━»•»    @incinxrate​   «•«━━━━━━┑ 』

And those lithe digits ghosting now, heavily catching upon supple cheeks. Gently tilting the other's head up, to reverently gaze upon those ambrosial hues of sweltering rubies. Akin to luminescent crimson stars hung upon a jet black sky. And absently brushing those windswept raven locks. Leaning in closer still, long lashes slipping closed. Heated lips crashing together in a tender kiss.

The soft kiss isn’t something he’s expecting. Even now, seeing the other’s face come close to his own, that expressionless gaze. He knows the other is broke. He cares for him now in one of the most twisted ways. But..

“Mmph--”

He’ll still lose himself to him.

He’ll kiss him back and pull him close--perhaps close enough to drag him into hell with him, if their bodies become one.

“Yoriichi,” he bites at his jaw, at his throat, and presses him back against the table that he’s working at. In some places, he can see blood drip down his face and he bends and licks it off, making a most indecent noise-- “You know by now that interrupting me leads to you over my table or you on your knees.”

“But I was needing a break.”

The nuzzle into his throat, the affection. Harsh touches soothed by soft touches afterwards, as if he were apologizing without saying such. He bites at his lips, next, and then pulls their lips together again. This kiss is slow, and warm and wanting, and everything that Yoriichi was searching for.