This Is Legit My Most Favorite Page In The Whole Kimetsu No Yaiba Manga, Because Just Look At Them.

Rengoku my beloved

Rengoku doodles for Valentines Day ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

I drew this in squares on my twitter due to the platform’s format, but I like how it comes out in a strip!!  I hope it’s not too long for your screen.  I just wanted to draw the Shinazugawas as kids, but then i got a little carried away.

Thanks so much for 1,000 follows on this KNY Account!!  The fandom has grown so much in the last few months, it’s pretty amazing huh!?!

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yeah some people don’t believe in reality shifting but some people also don’t believe women can orgasm so I stopped trusting other peoples opinions a long time ago

Inosuke looks so breedable here

I WIN——-

Finally happy enough with this one to post it! Just in time to celebrate the Hashira training movie release!! I’m so stoked to go later!!

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

*Licks and bites my lips*

Sensei crossover

Your Warm Embrace

pairing: kyojuro rengoku x black!f!reader

prompt: rengoku wants to show you how perfect you are.

note: inspired by a song but it's not even on tumblr😪 i put 'black' in the title, not bc my other fics aren't made for the Nubian queens🤓(sory) but because that's specifically the target this time so... yeah. i feel like this one is worse than usual🫢 but it’s just for fun n practice anyways. the title has nothing to do with it but it’s a lyric in the song.

kyojuro slid his arms around your waist, sliding his hands over your curves before letting them rest on your hips. he gripped the soft fat and let a low rumble resound in his chest.

“hi, kyo.” you brought a hand up to thread into his hair, scratching his scalp with your freshly manicured nails.

his only reply was a hum as he kissed a line from your cheek to your neck where he nipped and sucked to leave a mark.

you rolled your eyes and shook your head.

“we’re not having another baby.”

“we don’t have to.” you could hear his smile as he said that.

“kyojuro.” your tone was flat and unamused. “..are you sure?”

“what do you mean?” he rubbed your hips which he was previously trying to bruise. don’t tell nobody. “of course i’m sure.”

“i mean,” you sighed. “i just had a baby. i don’t know… i don’t feel pretty.”

“what?!” he genuinely sounded taken aback. you felt his arms leave your waist and fall to his sides.

you turned around to look up at him.

“i don’t feel good about myself, baby. maybe some other time.” you replied honestly.

“why not?” he asked. you felt bad for even telling him because he looked heartbroken.

you shook your head and shrugged.

“don’t worry about-“

kyojuro scooped you up in his arms, eliciting a gasp. you flung your arms around his neck in surprise.

“wait, wait-“

“you’re the most beautiful woman in the world and i’m lucky to be with you.” he says. you watched his face as he walked up the stairs, noting the frown that settled ever since you told him how you were feeling. “and you made our beautiful daughter. that’s something to be proud of.”

he took you to the bedroom and set you down on the bed.

“and if you don’t see that, i’ll show you.”

your brain buffered for a moment before you realized he was taking his shirt off.

“kyo! what if she wakes up?”

“she’s a baby, she won’t know.” he dragged you to the edge of the bed, sliding your oversized shirt(it was really his) over your head. “for now let’s worry about you.”

he placed his hands on your bare waist and grinned at you.

“my perfect girl.”

Bro I need Gyomei so bad it’s not a joke anymore

I think this might actually be my favorite official art they've done for the hashira. They all look so good and all their dragons suit them perfectly (Mitsuri and Muichiro were included in part one a few months ago)

I saw brazillian miku around on twt and as a brazillian I had to give my own shot

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