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@kamadebts
Ind. and fairly selective | 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐆𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎 | from Kimetsu no Yaiba — law & order.
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C A C K L E S, " Who would say that Hashiras need so little to be after each other's throats ... "
So he can control the slashes themselves? Blood slashes that keep moving until they hit their target and explode!
Ps ps ps, he also exists nieow.
,, Do I look like someone with any talent? ╱ ༘音 ) ⌗ 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔 -- selective ┊ private ┊ mutuals only・𝑚𝑚 featuring ⇁ (KNY's) 𝐔𝐳𝐮𝐢 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐧. heavy divergency applied ⅋ influenced by own HC ; sparkled for you by 𝐷𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎. ˎˊ˗

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It's such a hecking paradox that according to all standarts Gyutaro was born 'ugly' yet he somehow was / is surrounded by beauty his whole life. His sister (bet his mother, father was too) , his adoptive mentor, his oponent and I can go OFF -- [ ... ]
-smacks table- Both siblings have watermelon eyes!
Gyutaro knows whenever (his pa I mean) Douma's around —- it's HIM AND DAKI dragging him out of his shel(l)ter) for shopping. And he occasionally in return makes sure no one annoys or stares too hard their way or else chop chop --

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" gyutaro-sama. it's rare to see you on your own — can i provide you anything? sake, maybe something to eat... ? i received some lovely wagashi today ... i'd be happy to share ... "
( eiko to gyutaro!! :D )
@moonfelling
Eiko's demeanor was a stark contrast to the brooding sixth's.
Despite her friendly overture, there always happened to be a whiff of heaviness to his presence, the kind that made air around them feel thicker. With a swift motion, Gyutaro raised his hand dismissively, expression remaining impassive, alas, concurrently betraying little interest in her offerings. In the absence of his usual entourage, his brusqueness was quick to abolish the hopeful wish of letting little warmth enter his cold demeanor.
To debt collector -- the idea of sharing consumables seemed trivial; he did not elaborate on emotions, however, those used to be human feelings and those were long buried.
Clipped tone rang beneath the complexity of Gyutaro's hardened exterior that only a few dared to explore, " Same counts for you. I daresay. " - emphasizing that she was well, was around without company. B U T since he could see she seemed resolved to persist on and through his barriers ... with a reluctant sigh, the older of the two relented his defenses.
Wagashi, hm? " Tsch, fine. Just gimme smallest piece ya got there to nip on, " contemplating forehead scratch revealingly co-mingled with an unexpectingly begrudging acceptance, but also appreciation.
— Captain Flint (via letsbeloneytogetherr)
-twirls my hairtip around finger- absolutely horrible of me (not) to think of verses where one bitter basterd survives and comes for vengeance.
VERSES.
tba.
TAGS.
tba.

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"Ugh, now the SIMPs are going to be flocking around our doors since Oni-chan is back...Maybe you should hide in my body for a while..." /// @kamadebts
'' Wish to take charge for once? ''
Hah, good joke. Partial sonority of his cacophonic cackle muffled only by gradual suspension of ironic lull, '' Why prolongly worry about uninvited 'guests' since they are going to get devoured one after another ... ''
“Oni-Chan!! Ive been getting bullied.” Daki comes crying to her brother’s arms! (Demcnsden)
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Hunched frame straightened imperceptibly, lid-brims creased until narrowing into slits. Echo of his sister's sobs long reached his ears in dim light. Ume's tears glistened like jewely spikes against her pale cheeks. Even scarce possibility of those small droplets tugged at strings of Gyutaro's nerves and heart. She ran until her trembling frame found arms providing a fleeting sense of safety, but with palpable turmoil within. He could see how her golden eyes, usually so bright and filled with mischief, were clouded with mist of despair, and it was a feeling he simply could not stand; protective instincts surged to the surface to no end.
Always the older brother, and the problem-solver felt a deep sense of responsibility to shield his sister from the world's cruelty. Their childhood sanctuary used to be fragile, and he would go to any lengths to ensure her safety. In that moment, all he wanted was to erase her tears with his warmth, to help her forget whoever piqued her distress.
With a steadying breath, Gyutaro pulled back slightly to look into Daki's tear-streaked face, his expression shifting from concern to a steely resolve.
" Who--, '' steady ask dropped, confining invisible turbulence brewing inside him as he thumbed her tears away, '' -- who ... did this to you? '' He needed to know, to understand the source of her pain. The question hung in the air, heavy with the promise of retribution for no slight against his sister would ever go unpunished.