“ 𝒟𝑜𝓊𝓂𝒶 - 𝒹𝑜𝓃𝑜 , 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒹𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒹𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓇𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝑜𝒹𝒶𝓎 ? “ . [ INDEPENDENT PORTRAYAL OF A HUMAN OC SET IN THE KNY VERSE, A MAIDEN PURCHASED BY DOUMA AS ENTERTAINMENT FOR HIS CULT ] . { #KNYRP; #DSRP; #DEMONSLAYERRP; #KIMETSUNOYAIBARP; #MVRP }

lord kokushibo ! it’s wonderful to see you 😊.

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RT @TIDALBEAUTI: leaving a basket of bloodied flowers just outside the hashira headquarters .

leaving a basket of bloodied flowers just outside the hashira headquarters .

RT @wavewills:

huh ? oh, you poor thing ! here, let me help you !.

RT @gildedkami:

// me realizing neon’s ocs are either really cute and sweet, or are fucking menaces 😂😂.

was it because I was pulling food behind me ? “ . trying not to overwhelm them either, making sure to speak clearly so they could hear her . it’s rather poetic, considering who her master is . perhaps he taught her to speak this way .

“ well, he doesn’t know I’m out here talking to you, I’m sure . “ . gentle smile covered her facial features, soft hands taking the demon’s ever so carefully . not because she was scared to be hurt, but because she didn’t want to scare them . “ why did you come out here ?.

dancing in front of the temple, bare feet tapping lightly against soft ground . anyone may come to watch, though mind the heavy feeling from within the temple itself .

RT @gildedkami:

RT @idoIatrys:

presence is scary to some demons, but he doesn’t have to know you were here . I don’t plan on telling him anything . “ . trying to see the other’s eyes . demons often has such beautiful ones, so she wanted to at least see her eyes before she ran off .

slowly closing the distance between them, just so she wouldn’t startle the demon in front of her . holding her hands out, as if offering to hold hers . something her mother used to do with her when she was nervous . “ don’t be afraid . I understand lord douma’s.

she recognized this fear . this hesitation . it’s similar to how she used to act before lord douma gave her confidence in her life . but this one was a demon, an immortal being . how interesting that the nervousness still lingered . “ hey . “.

“ my name is asuka . I work under and worship douma, the third highest demon of all demons . does that suffice ? “ body straightened again, though approach was not made again . instead waiting for the other to reply to her question .

pausing again . pieces of her outfit jingling as momentum was ceased . a soft sound, almost soothing in the dead of night . “ me ? “ eyes stayed locked on their uninvited guest, until she felt like she could close them . a gentle smile crossing lips, bow following .

a normal human by any stretch of the imagination . refusing to be afraid of this demon, or any demon in particular, was rather peculiar for a human . “ who are you ? “ turning her whole body around, beginning a slow approach . almost like a human approaching a wounded animal .

upon laying eyes on her stalker, ocean blue eyes widen just a smidge . how . how was another demon near here ? was this area not filled with the scent of her master ? was Muzan’s blood not potent enough to send lower demons running ? . interesting . then again, she wasn’t.

slowly stopping, turning her head to try and see who was nearby .