Hi

Bro kyojuro is a WOLF 😭

(via Shadow Breath | Get a Fan-Made Breathing Style)

This is legit my most favorite page in the whole Kimetsu no Yaiba Manga, because just look at them.

Sanemi and Giyuu who seems to be able to burry their own demons and in peace with themselves, looking with a smile into their future.

The Uzui's just happily spending time together.

And Shinjuro finally able to grief and forgive himself and holding Senjuro's hands as father and son should do.

Jinx having a gf who’s touchy and affectionate

requested. @luc1dw0rld

Jinx’s hideout was always filled with chaos, half-finished inventions strewn across every surface, faint scorch marks on the walls, and the constant hum of machinery that never quite worked the way she wanted. But today, it felt different. Calmer, almost peaceful. It wasn’t because she’d finally decided to clean up the mess. She hadn’t. It was because of you.

You were sprawled out on her couch, an old, tattered thing she’d salvaged from a junkyard, but it felt like a throne whenever you were on it. Jinx sat cross-legged on the floor in front of you, tinkering with a grenade she’d been working on for days. Your legs dangled over the edge of the couch, and every so often, your foot brushed against her shoulder. Each touch, light as it was, sent a warmth through her that she didn’t know how to handle.

“Y’know, I think I’ve got this one right this time,” Jinx muttered, her tongue poking out as she focused on the tiny screws and wires in her hands. Her usual frenetic energy was dulled and her movements slower.

“I don’t doubt it for a second,” you said from above her. Your voice was soft, laced with the kind of unwavering confidence in her abilities that always made her stomach twist in unfamiliar ways.

She glanced up at you, her eyes wide and unguarded for a split second before she remembered herself and looked away. “Pfft. Don’t go jinxin’ it, babe,” she said, forcing a smirk as she set the grenade down. But her voice lacked its usual sharp edge, softened by the way you were looking at her.

You slid off the couch and onto the floor beside her, your legs folding neatly under you. “Need help?” you asked, even though you both knew your technical skills couldn’t match hers. It didn’t matter. The question wasn’t really about the grenade.

Jinx tensed for a moment, her fingers twitching against her thighs. She wasn’t used to this. To someone just…being there. It was a different kind of tension, though. Not the kind that made her fingers itch for a trigger or her mind spiral into chaos. It was much softer.

“Nah, I’m good,” she said, her voice quieter than usual. But she didn’t move away when your hand rested lightly on her knee.

You smiled at her, that small, knowing smile that always made her feel like you could see straight through her defenses. “Alright,” you said, leaning back on your hands.

Jinx’s gaze flicked to your hand on her knee, then to your face. She could feel the weight of your affection in the smallest gestures. The way your fingers curled slightly, as if anchoring her in place. It was overwhelming and comforting all at once, a contradiction she couldn’t quite wrap her head around.

“You’re all…touchy, y’know that?” she said, trying for a teasing tone, but it came out softer than she intended.

“Does it bother you?” you asked, tilting your head.

Jinx hesitated, her fingers drumming against her leg in a rapid rhythm. “Nah. It’s just…weird. Not bad weird. Just…weird weird.”

You chuckled, the sound light and easy. “I’ll take weird weird.”

She watched as you leaned closer, your fingers brushing a stray strand of blue hair out of her face. The gesture was so gentle, so casual, it made her heart stutter. She wasn’t used to people touching her like this. As if she was something fragile, something worth handling with care.

“Why’re you always doing that?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Doing what?”

“Touching me. Like…like that.”

You tilted your head, your expression soft but serious. “Because I love you, Jinx.”

The words hit her like a punch to the gut, and for a moment, she didn’t know what to do with them. Love wasn’t something she was good at. It was messy and complicated and full of things she didn’t understand. Whenever she was with you, her entire world felt simpler.

She looked away, her cheeks flushing a faint pink. “You’re such a sap,” she muttered, but there was no bite in her words.

“That means you like it,” you said, your voice teasing but warm.

She rolled her eyes, but the faint smile tugging at her lips gave her away. “Yeah, yeah, don’t let it go to your head.”

You didn’t respond, just leaned closer until your forehead was resting against hers. Jinx froze, her breath catching in her throat. She could feel the heat of your skin, the steady rhythm of your breathing, and it was…nice.

“You okay?” you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah,” she said, her voice shaky but sincere. “Just…not used to this. Feels…weird.”

“Weird weird?”

“Yeah. But, like…good weird.”

You smiled, your hand slipping into hers. Her fingers twitched, hesitant at first, but then they tightened around yours. She didn’t say anything, but the way her grip lingered said more than words ever could. For a while, the two of you just sat there, her hand in yours, her forehead still pressed against yours. The chaos of the hideout faded into the background, replaced by a quiet that was rare for her. It wasn’t the kind of quiet that came with loneliness. It was the kind of quiet that felt safe. Jinx absolutely loved the time she would spend with you. You are her world.

banner. @anitalenia

AYO what have you done to my three favorite Hashiras? 👀

Y'all are amazing. Reblog to hug the person you’re reblogging from.

I did it twice to see if I would get the same but- (thanks for the tag)

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What is your Demon Slayer Breathing Style?

A short quiz with semi-long answers. Please don't take this too seriously as I'm still not that good at making quizzes. Thank you and enjoy

No pressure tags: @desi-the-blue-eyed-kakushi @ziuxliey @ahashiraswife

Bro this gives me a story idea 😱

Little hc, Kyojuro NEEDS to hold onto something for comfort

When he was a baby/toddler, he always went up and down with a blanket or plushie, clinging onto it like if it was his life. As he grew up he started to cling onto his mother's clothing, oftenly grabbing onto Ruka's kimono or hands, and sometimes he would cling onto Shinjuro's haori

As Ruka passed away and his father grew cold and distant, he didnt have anything to hold onto so he took in the habit of crossing his arms. On his adulthood, Kyojuro oftenly crosses his arms, he clings onto himself for comfort, a unconscious response to the loss and search of the warmth he once had as a child

oh my god you’re about to make me cry anon 😭 i can totally see this and my heart hurts so much for him. imagine his relief when you let him hold onto you 🥹

It’s getting a little spicy in here

what is rengoku's fav position for giving you oral?

Depends which Rengoku 😏 both Kyojuro and Shinjuro live for eating their partners out, but they have different faves.

Kyojuro loves when you're propped up, comfortably reclining with pillows beneath you. He lies on his belly between your thighs so you can reach down and stroke your fingers through his hair or run your fingernails across his shoulders. Alternatively, you could be sat on a chair or the end of the bed. He just loves the sight of you gazing down at him and telling him how good he's making you feel, and the way you throw your head back when he's doing well for you.

Shinjuro, on the other hand, goes absolutely feral when eating it from the back, growling against your slick folds as he fucks you with his tongue, or teasing your entrance with the tip of his nose as he laps at your clit. And yes, he will lick your ass too if you ask him to. Gladly, in fact. The man worships the ground you walk on and will do anything to get you off.