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@scrpentes​ asked: “Your hands are too dirty, too tainted to be clean.” /to Akaza

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Oh, Akaza knew, there was no denying it. His hands were coated in a layer of blood from all the men he killed. Nothing but carnage left wherever he went. “I won’t deny that.” He answered, slight grin on his lips. He was used to bad remarks like these. Always being reminded of how horrible he was, what horrible things he had done and would do if he wasn’t slain. 

“Even If I stopped killing all the weaklings, the blood from my hands would never vanish.” Can’t escape his own crimes. “So why bother stopping? When you demon slayers don’t stop coming after me either, when you already know you can’t win.” He was only doing them a favor, ridding the world off weaklings.

'this may be a good time to talk about your sense of humor.'

' or - what i meant to say is - you don't have ONE... and you're .. quite .. dry.'

She wondered how strange it was for demon slayers to work together. From what she’d seen it was rare--it was more effective for them to split up.. but they’d been warned that this demon was a little more than the run-of-the-mill type that they fought. This was one more powerful--not quite part of the upper or lower ranks but certainly stronger than the others.

And Shinjuro had asked her to come along, so she’d agreed. It had been a while since she’d seen him or even got the chance to talk to them between them both working on their respective lives-- Astra, finishing her sword training and his Hashira duties. There were times when she thought that this was just a favor that her father happened to ask for.. but sometimes it was easy to believe they were friends. Even if he was fully an adult. With a child.

The crow gave another set of directions. It was easy to follow.

And what they stumbled into was decidedly horrifying. A child running from a demon--a snake demon, at that--and the two of them jumped into action. Shinjuro ran directly to the demon while Astra positioned herself between the child and it--just in case it decided to come after it’s prey again.

Her hands gripped her sword and as she thought, the demon made another attempt to get at the child. Astra moved through the katas the same as Shinjuro did, her double-edged sword slicing through what she could reach. 

Between the both of them, the demon was slain and it’s blood dissipated into the air the same way that mist burned off underneath the sun. She made sure to wipe the nichirin blade clean on the red part of her haori, sliding it back into it’s sheath before she turned to him.

It was really the first time that she was actually looking at him. The bandages over his face, the snake around his neck. The heterochromatic eyes. It was obvious he’d been in a chase..and maybe worse, looking at the bandages.. but the question was.. ‘is he the last one alive?’ or ‘did the demon single him out first?’ And then-- the snake--perhaps that’s what drew the demon to him?

They would figure that out soon.

She reached out a gloved hand to him, her face relaxed. She heard Shinjuro approach her side--she knew he had his arms folded across his chest and his eyes alert. Finally, she spoke. “It didn’t hurt you, did it? We came as soon as we could.”

The two of them looked a sight. Shinjuro with his flame-Hashira cape and Astra in her red-to-green gradient haori and her thick insulated blood-red gloves. Shinjuro flipped around, walking off in another direction--more than likely going to find where it came from. “Shinjuro’s going to find it’s nest. He can handle it on his own. For now we’ll just wait here. It’s safer that way.” He was easier to protect, she meant.

“I have some water.. and I made some rice balls before we left. They’re not the greatest, but they taste okay! And by that I mean they look like I smashed ‘em together-- because I did.” Truly, the rice balls looked more like squares--some patches missing and crumbled away. They sat in a box wrapped in rice paper.

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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!!!

It had been a year since the Ōtsutsuki Clan had killed her parents; it was a year of her simmering in rage and grief. She had never stopped her search, following every lead that came her way — a task that came infinitely easier when she had finally become a demon slayer. There were two black dogs within her heart named rage and grief that jumped and howled at the opportunity to join Iguro on this mission. There were rumors that the Ōtsutsuki Clan and Muzan had joined forces for some sinister reason. Perhaps it was selfish for her to say that she would come along, but her savage companions demanded justice for that tragedy all those years ago. 

❝ I am coming with you! ❞ She proclaimed her words more demand than a request — something she had no right doing to a Hashira. There was no reason for her not to tag along; that was what she believed. She needed this in order to find some semblance of closure to find some reason to swallow her rage and grief. Though it had only been a year since tragedy struck in her life, it felt like centuries — she remains stagnant even as father time changed the days into years into months. With each passing season, she only grew more bitter towards demons. 

        ❝ .. You don’t ever worry about Kaburamaru eatin’ your crow, do you? Is that out of discipline or just.. trust? ❞