#fcxblossom

@fcxblossom​ asked;

“now, before i say anything, promise me you’ll stay calm.”

     Too late for that. The diminutive slayer was already practically trembling with dread. What foreboding! How could she possibly stay calm when the Lady Ubuyashiki greets her with this prerequisite?

     Pulling herself up hastily from her bow, her eyes go wide behind the thick lenses of her glasses. Hands cupping both sides of her face as a bemoaning sound clambers up from her throat.

@fcxblossom​ asked:                  “ aren’t you tired? “ @ Kimetsu no Yaiba ver.   ||     ✎

The demon they just fought, one that promised a rather challenging fight, disappeared into ash as Yuuji stands back up. He rubs his face of blood, the demon had gotten him with one of it’s attacks, but he was able to get close enough to disarm it while Youko gave the finishing blow. He huffs, inserting the fiery red blade back into the sheath on his hip. 

@fcxblossom​ asked ; 🍫 w/ Mitsuri !

pocky day | no longer accepting

@fcxblossom​ said:

5'4" !!

@fcxblossom​ 🖤’d~

The young demon slayer was currently practicing her forms in the courtyard of the Butterfly Estate. She enjoyed the peace and quite that the setting brought, especially since it was far from the loud Inosuke and Zenitsu. It brought a peace that she required for this kind of training, trying to learn to breathe deeper and learn about her strange new breathing style. 

Nezuko slowly breathed in and out as she tightly gripped the hilt of her blade. In...out...in...out... She began to slowly recite the dance she remembered seeing her father perform, not at all fast like she would have to do in battle, but just to try and remember what it is that he did. 

@fcxblossom​​​ 🖤’d~ 

Tamayo didn’t know the Ubuyashiki family well at all, but she knew the leader of the Demon Slayer Corps well enough. At least, enough to be able to write to him to inform him about Nezuko and her strange condition. But the rest of the family? She didn’t know any of them.

That’s why she didn’t realize she was among one of them while she was doing something as mundane as shopping. 

her words freeze the time around him—and for a couple of seconds all he can do is stare at her and blink; sinking in the feeling that starts gleaming in his claret eyes. a wonder. his smile grows broad and blissful and free of what has happened to him until now. every little episode in his story that could have made him think otherwise.

“ AH! ubuyashiki-san truly is that kind! thank you so much! “ the kid exclaims before turning to the sky; quiet. the burning colors of a day gone by. “ i… honestly, i don’t know if there’s something i want more than that. other than... making sure nezuko goes back to who she was, of course! but—in ten years, OR EVEN MORE! in twenty, THIRTY years from now, i still want to feel this happy about the friends and ALL the things i’ve seen and learned in these last months. hopefully—while still having them around me, that is! “ 

and as his dream fades into the air, tanjiro thinks of his family and what’d they say if they heard him now. would they approve? how proud they’d be of him? if anything, wherever they were, he hoped they were smiling right now. peacefully. 

adamant gaze refuses to take a distance from the sight beyond his window. he is thinking, or—less than that, maybe only traveling over the different shapes that such a long journey can offer, fixing on the way the trees turn to nothing turn to mountains he has never seen from up close; never wanted to either. and—while her company in the cabin is not entirely undesired ( if anything, concerning. less to do with what she can do and more with who she is related to, if that offered some understanding on the situation ) sanemi can’t entirely distance himself from what she said and everything that that implied. he is not more positive about it either, not with the reports that they received concerning the threat that their target represents. still—

“ there’s always that, isn’t it? “. not a lot more of emotion or remorse attached to his words. not absolutely happy about it either, it was just how things worked for them. and yet—there’s something that doesn’t feel good about this, something... that doesn’t quite fit in how he understands their positions. he turns, crossed arms over his chest and a visible frown that always seemed to be there. a pause. “ which makes me wonder—why send you if that would be the case? “ and he means it—when he refers to himself as something that could be replaced ( lay his life for a cause he deeply believes in, he wouldn’t mind that to be honest ), and even more, when he thinks of her as something too important to be risked.