#thunderbrecthing

I TRUSTED you . You told me you could HELP me, you told me you could make me strong. You told me that I had a place with you all. But it was NOTHING more than lies. You just wanted BODIES to throw into a ditch somewhere. You just wanted people to join your ranks and use their numbers. Throwing DOZENS and DOZENS of us at UNSTOPPABLE MONSTERS and letting us all die POINTLESS and idiotic DEATHS. I have always been a SURVIVOR, I have always known what it takes to live.

I am ANGRY that I wasted all my life walking this path. Each time you held something out to me and I reached forward towards it you snatched it away from me and time and time again you DENIED me what was mine. You PROMISED me the world and delivered NOTHING, but the demons. After years of FIGHTING them, after the years of thinking them the ENEMY. It was NOT you, it was NOT the PILLARS, it was not my SO-CALLED FRIENDS that reached out to me when I needed them the most…it was KOKUSHIBO.

Who SAW me. Who SAW the real me. For the first time in my life someone had NOTICED me. Do you have any idea what that FEELS like? To walk ALONE for so long, to be always SCARED and AFRAID and to finally find SOMEONE that LOOKED at you…and saw EVERYTHING that you can become. You can think whatever you wish, KOKUSHIBO saved my life. He saw my INNER STRENGTH and he PULLED it out of me. I finally have a MASTER who SEES me, I finally have SOMEONE WHO cares for me, I FINALLY have a HOME.”

space?

no. no no. it's cold out today, and nezuko wants nothing more than a little warmth. zenitsu is always so close that the question shocks her. she's used to his closeness now. it doesn't bother her one bit. so when he starts to pull away, she claps her hands around his and keeps him in place, flopping her head onto his shoulder.

" i'm okay! "

chimes the demon, and smiles widely, contently, as they huddle by the fire.

Yamamoto Ayame & Agatsuma Zenitsu

@thunderbrecthing ~Requested a starter~

The former Thunder Hashira had stuck around in the moral realm as her spirit was trapped within this place. She was not sure why, as she died being consumed by Hantengu, her battle lasted all throughout the night, but she was still human. The Upper Rank devoured the female demon slayer, believing she was worthy of being consumed, holding off all the clones to the point they had to bring out their hatred counterpart.

Decades had passed since then, and she wondered if anyone knew her name or if she was just another fallen Hashira throughout the centuries. Sighing heavily, she walked through the training fields until she paused, coming across the thunder-breathing demon slayer. Very few of them were left who used this breathing style. Sometimes, a fellow slayer had been able to sense her spirit when they were stuck in a rut. She always did her best to help them out of it and trained them, sharing the knowledge she learned and honed.