「 ゼファー肺 」 — ♯ ZEFAHAI ∫ sanemi shinazugawa from ʺ kimetsu no yaiba ʺ . manga centric with some influence from the anime , inspiration also hailing from personal headcanons + other sources . SELECTIVE + PRIVATE : operating under mutual exclusivity . minors ' ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ ! RULES NEED TO BE READ BEFORE ANY FORM OF INTERACTION . triggering genres & content will be present . written by ford ( 24 . she / her . cst )

specializing in — shrapnel from the heart lodged in the chest : learning how to breathe again after death carves into your foundation . ( DEATH MAKING ITSELF COMFORTABLE NEXT TO YOU ) , familiarizing yourself with her face . holding your guilt and grief together in the hilt of your sword : brutal , harsh winds . self harm in the form of memory . NEVER LETTING GO .

𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 [ . . . ] @mizukokyu . ( TOMIOKA GIYU . ) @moonsmourning ( KANROJI MITSURI ) . @hanakokyu ( KANAE KOCHO . ) [ . . . ] 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮

ERRATIC : a hurried heart , stricken by a touch that ' s barely there . A PHANTOM HAUNTS YOU ; are you dead yet ? no . a defibrillator made in the form of a man , CURRENTS ACROSS THE SKIN . [ . . . ] can you breathe ? NO OF COURSE NOT . there he is , drowning you with his attention ; an old habit of pushing away : THE WAY THE WIND SNAPS THE TREE , AGGRESSIVE & SWIFT . for once , it ' s a shy thing , for once it hides beneath the sleeve of your skin ; right where the pulse rushes HOT in the wake of a loving man .

// from obanai!

fighting demons is easy , SLASHING , SLICING , KILLING . all in a days work [ . . . ] nights if you want to get technical. crimson , scarlet , slick and sticky ; blood . if you put your hand in a fire , you ' ll burn . same goes for demon hunting , for slaying beasts ; you put your hand in , you ' ll surely get hurt somehow .

private sanemi shinazugawa . ( ᵉˣᵖˡᵒʳᶤᶰᵍ ᵗʰᵉᵐᵉˢ ᵒᶠ — A LOYAL DOG BECOMING STRAY , how the pressures of protection can turn you into atlas , 𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖇𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖇𝖔𝖙𝖍 𝖆 𝖜𝖊𝖆𝖕𝖔𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖆 𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖊𝖑𝖉 . and BURYING YOURSELF IN YOUR GRIEF . ) manga centric with influence from headcanons and various other sources . written by ford + ²⁴ ˑ ˢʰᵉ / ᵗʰᵉʸ ˑ ᶜˢᵗˑ [ . . . ] triggering + upsetting content will be present . 𝙵𝙾𝙻𝙻𝙾𝚆 𝙰𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙲𝚁𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽. minors ! 🇩​🇴​ 🇳​🇴​🇹​ 🇮​🇳​🇹​🇪​🇷​🇦​🇨​🇹​ .

petals are pressed into fine pink lips , HE ' S CERTAIN , a perfect mixture of pink . pigments made from camellias , glossed over and OH - SO TEMPTING . always , it's like an obsession . not only over her lips though , no , she is his grand obsession . ( FUNNY WHAT THE HEART DEMANDS ) . his favorite person , found in beauty and grace . vaguely he remembers the fairytales his mother used to tell him and his siblings ; KANAE REMINDS HIM OF A FAIRY , graceful in her movements and confident .

❛ easy now ❜ it's like a warning ; voice gravel , saturated with a special kind of NEED . reserved for the flower Hashira ; reserved for her beauty . blessed by gods ; wise and beautiful , his eyes of orchids and lavender deepen into amethyst [ . . . ] gaze settles through his eyelashes . scarred hands rise and follow her movement ; manuevering to where her knees drop on either side of him , touch starting just above the knee EXTENDING UP to the thighs . soft , plush . he gives a squeeze . HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN STARVED ? he's never been great with touch , never known how to react . sadly , that doesn't just fade away , still he gets SURPRISED by her direct approach. he nuzzles into her collarbone , a light nip to the skin and then a kiss over to soothe.

HAPPINESS ; borne from good fortune , foreign concept to the wind hashira . ( sanemi has no hand in lady luck ' s pocket ) if anything were truer , lady luck has abandoned him . LEFT FOR DEAD ; hope . his record littered with nothing but bad luck , death clings to him [ . . . ] FOLLOWS . what hasn ' t changed ? the sun shines , light pooled and distributed over the land . the trees catch it in their dance , swaying against the horizon . PEACE , a terrible haunting concept . ghosts in the walls .

ORCHIDS , gaze tracks to her . girl of aphrodite ; LOVE . she always seems like she ' s in her own bubble of sorts , and well [ . . . ] ditzy = annoying . strength means nothing to him , nor kindness . HE ' S HERE TO KILL DEMONS ; not to form bonds , not to become close to people he 's just going to mourn anyway . his gaze is not direct , slipping through the corners of his eyes . ❛ ain't a reason to ❜