#distant-hazc

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Cas!! You're an absolute delight to talk to!! I truly enjoy our conversations and our ability to just yeet music at each other whenever--and what's even more is that I actually enjoy everything you send me!!!! That's rare in and of itself. I'm so very happy to have met you! I must admit that I was a little bit anxious to begin with, but that quickly disappeared after interacting with you more! you were very welcoming and kind in our messages and i really appreciate that <3

Your blog theme is absolutely wonderful. It's rare that I can read a container theme but yours somehow allows that--? I'm just in awe of that, honestly-- let me get into the aesthetics though--I'm a sucker for saturated colors--and yours really stand out against the dark, muted color palette you've chosen. That contrast?? is phenomenal. I can't get enough of it.

And your edits????

You outdo yourself each time I see a new one!!!

Your portrayals (on both your blogs) are absolutely wonderful. When I read your writing from Muichirou, I actually feel like I can see the haze that clouds his thoughts and memories. With Iguro, I can feel the hate and self-loathing that basically emanates from him-- Your portrayals are so realistic emotionally that I am sometimes taken aback. Your portrayals show the hashira as human--and that, above all, seems to be something that's missed. Yes, they're looked up to--but at the end of the day, they're human and have flaws. You show those flaws so beautifully and put them on display like they're a trophy--and I can tell that they're very central to your portrayal. And you have a reason to display them--god, they're so fucking beautiful. Your portrayals are truly a work of art.

Muichirou and Iguro are both very complex characters-- both of which have complex, tragic backstories that you manage to weave into your portrayal while keeping their current situation in mind. I see you. Your portrayal and muse choice are!!! so!! good!!!

                                   more random dialogue prompts , |   accepting! 

what was there not to understand? this struggle to gain strength was all to prove her worth and for her to shine through as someone others could rely on rather then see as a nuisances.     that was what she mentally told herself as the other could really see the struggle the woman was placing upon herself as she tried to train her body under harsh excises that were easily wearing and tearing her down - but, suma refused to give up. she was going to show the others that she was more then JUST the crybaby; even if the muscle pain that throbbed at her legs made her tear up, she looked up towards the mist hashira with a puzzled expression at first. 

‘ - because i need to.’ she soon said. ‘ otherwise i’ll be slowing everyone else down.’ she glanced down at her leg that she was massaging. ‘ and the last thing i want to do is cause trouble for lord tengen..’ 

『☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ』 ── @distant-hazc​ // disassociation starters── 『･ﾟ⋆*･⋆*･ﾟ☽』

“No… I’m not hurt.” /for Astra

『☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ』 ── “....” But the cut on his left hand and the blood dripping down to his fingers surely indicated otherwise. Her eyebrow rose and her gaze flickered up to meet his before falling back to his hand.

She’d figured out that what he dealt with was a type of depersonalization--a response to trauma that protected one’s mind from traumatic memories or situations. She’d seen it in some of her father’s interrogations and her own family members. With a few interactions she’d figured out that this disassociation and depersonalization was what was causing his amnesia.

His was one of the more extreme cases.

“Please look at your hand and tell me where we are... and what we were doing.”

its with ease that breathe is steady against a small presence such as the young boy before him , blade rested far away instead of at the hip . sickened eye moving , all different directions until fixed upon one , like a strike upon a drum . an aura hissed through teeth as a steady wind flows through it . a simple breath born by a twin such as he . ❛    you there ... what is ... your last name , SPEAK ... if you wish to live ...   ❜

snow kisses the ground with a spring bitter wind , locks of black fade red ━ fluttering past between eyes of old . ❛    i do not intend to fight you ... unless you are foolish , like the others before you ...   ❜

ah, hello! i'm also really shy! but physically incapable of biting! i have read a few of your threads when i stalk mobile, and have been meaning to shoot you a dm about maybe plotting / just winging something :>

@distant-hazc​ // -----------

This fight is hard--he barely manages to extract himself from the hashira’s grip as the sun rises, and then he’s back in the infinity castle. It’s easy enough to kill the demon holding Nakime under his control and then rip off the pathetic little magic tag he’s attached to her forehead.

There are only three demons left, from what his reach tells him. It’s only a matter of moments before he finds the other.

A demon slayer--a hashira-- turned demon, like a few others before him.

But for now, he has Nakime send them to the other side of Japan, away from where they were previously. They need to regain their strength--eat, recuperate, rest--and then they need to figure out a course of action. He needs to figure out a course of action.

He hates leaving a wounded enemy. He either outright kills or turns people. Hostages? Definitely not. They would be yet another thing on his list that he has to take care of.

But first--he sighs.

“I can offer you some blood.. or some of the corpses.” They’re probably stiff with rigor by now, but stale food is better than no food, he supposes. “I’m Kibutsuji Muzan.”