If Male Inosuke Has A Beautiful Face That Looks Like A Girl, Shouldn't Female Inosuke Has A Handsome

*Twirls hair around finger* He's stupid 😊

How it started:

How it's currently going:

Based off a book I wrote: 桃色 (𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑲) || 𝗞𝗻𝘆 𝗙𝗮𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗰

spoiler KNY new episode

I THOUGHT IT WAS AKAZA AT FIRST BECAUSE OF THE TATTOOS 😭

my brother said it's a Walmart Akaza 💀💀

WIP Happy Eid Mubarak

the devil is now out from hell

Oh my God

Muichiro and Tanjirou playing paper planes together, with Tanjirou not really good at it.

Mitchikatsu and Yoriichi playing kites together, with Yoriichi getting the strings tangled up around him.

(also someone said the paper planes represent Muichiro going to heaven and Tanjirou having close calls but still won't die)

The only spider variant that matters

Headcanon that Spider cat stroll in one day out of nowhere and just stays. Because.

I have two sides when it comes to Miguel:

1. Oh love, oh sweetheart, marry me --

2. Go rot in hell why would you say those nasty things to a literal child --

@missmungoe you were so right to write fics about Makino joining the Red-Hair crew cause she really has that pirate trait of stealing.

Stealing Shanks' friends and crews that's it.

Bonus Boa Hancock and Makino, in that one shot where Mihawk and Buggy fetch Makino from her bar and she manages to 'stand in' as Red Hair Pirate representative of sorts to make alliance with Hancock.

Love love Makino and Hancock interaction in that fic where Shanks is about to get executed.

Makino unintentionally getting on the good sides of some dangerous pirates is so funny.

Kokushibou is staring into my soul

This is official art I’m crying

Everytime I read a KNY fanfic of certain demon x reader, there will always be Douma that just decided to ruin the relationship.

It's funny how we all look at him and agree that he's such a menace.

[ Demon Slayer × Trollhunters idea ] (3)

" Helping others often ends up helping yourself. "

Angor Rot can't help the scoff that breathes out of him in reply to the boy's response. Tanjirou remains unwavering, his eyes never leave the assassin troll.

Well, the former assassin troll now. The ring containing his soul glistens on his finger.

" That is your answer? " Angor presses on with a hiss. " You managed to persuade the Trollhunter to return the ring because you only want to help? Do you expect me to bow in gratitude, whelp? "

" I didn't persuade Jim, I merely told him my piece. " Tanjirou hums, his dark red hair swaying in the movement of the windy night. " I told him that it was always yours. Nobody has the right to control others through such means. "

This boy holds the same caution in his stance that Angor had seen with the Trollhunter's, but his eyes have no fear nor hesitation in them. He feels unsettled, not knowing what to make of the way this boy looks at him.

Fear keeps you alive and aware. If this boy is afraid of him, he does a flawless job in disguising it in sight and scent. Angor takes a step forward, foot barely grazing the grass of the boy's home property.

Tanjirou remains indifferent. His gaze stays the same and Angor snarls at how it reminds of the untouchable, warmth of the sunlight --

" Did you not think I might have attacked your friend when I got back my soul? "

" I did. Jim thought the same too. But I told him to be prepared for that scenario. You didn't attack Jim, so that's good. "

Angor narrows his eyes. " Such naivety. " Yet his words carry nothing, he's aware, because if anything, this boy doesn't seem idiotic.

" You're here just to ask me questions. Although it would have been nice if you didn't sneak around in the first place. " A displeased tone in his voice as he puffs. " I almost thought you were a robber if not for your scent. "

Scent. This boy has an enhanced scent of smell. Angor's eyes dart to the small axe in the boy's hand, taken when he had emerged out of his house to confront him with the thought that he was an intruder.

" I could've been coming here to attack you. Perhaps as a bit of warning for the Trollhunter, maybe? " The troll mimics a motion of unsheathing his blade.

" Will that be your choice? "

Angor Rot goes still.

" Will you continue to pursue the Trollhunter? " Tanjirou continues, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. " Despite being free from being controlled again? Do you intend to continue your reputation as the Trollhunter's assassin? You can choose what you want now, walk on the path you prefer. It doesn't have to be in a violent one. "

There's a faint sound of inhaling, and Angor notes the way the boy's chest expands and the twitch in his muscles.

For the first time since their talk tonight, he goes into a stance, bringing his arms up and resting his hands in a crossing pose over his shoulders, the axe being tightly gripped in his hold.

" If that is your choice, " Tanjirou says, " then, right here, right now, I will take your life. "

(In the distance later on, where Angor Rot has corrected the boy's assumption and walks away to find another path for his future, he sometimes wonders what would have happened if he had taken another step forward. The boy's eyes glared on his neck back then, but his axe was small, and a troll's skin is thick and hard to cut.

And then Angor remembers the boy's gaze, of how it resembled the gentle warmth of the sun and at the same time, the prickling heat that burns through his skin if made contact. His senses had screamed danger despite not picking up any hostile intention.

Somewhere in the future, Angor finds himself protecting the Trollhunter Jim from Gunmar and aiding him in the battle, and his golden eyes find Tanjirou swinging his blade through the Gumm Gumm soldiers without breaking a sweat.

When the boy notices him and beams, his past words echoing, Angor Rot finds it reasonable to have a sense of wariness and fear for the boy because he resembles the sun; bright, warm and deadly.)