𝑮𝕺𝑫 ╱ 𝑯𝑰𝑴𝑺𝑬𝑳𝑭.
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𝕻rogenitor • 𝕾overeign of 𝕮rimson “𝒦neel … or be made 𝓽𝓸.”
ᴅɪᴍᴇɴꜱɪᴏɴᴀʟ ɪɴꜰɪɴɪᴛʏ ꜰᴏʀᴛʀᴇꜱꜱ
Joined October 2024
i don’t know whether i’m an animal or a god.
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i'm the prettiest poison you've ever seen .
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⠀ 𝘿𝙊𝙉'𝙏 𝙍𝙐𝙉. 𝘿𝙊𝙉'𝙏 𝙍𝙐𝙉. 𝘿𝙊𝙉'𝙏 𝙍𝙐𝙉. ⠀ It can be 𝓰entle. ⠀
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Close your eyes — and 𝓈ee what only I can show 𝔂𝓸𝓾.
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https://t.co/wYQqY1Lk05 For I am currently switching in between fandoms, give my Suguru some love if you decide to join me. </3. @prophetofvenom (Threads/replies aren't ignored, will get back to them with more activity during the weekend.)
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ㅤ Muzan tilted his head, 𝓈mile playing at the corner of his mouth. “Innocent, of course … just to steal a breath of your air, a moment of your heartbeat. But really, Shinobu— did 𝓎ou ever believe a door could keep me away?” ㅤ
ㅤ cynical smile fixed in place, gaze narrowed. demons weren’t exactly known for their honesty . “ you don’t say .ᐣ what could those innocent intentions be ?”
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a weapon? a monster? a child.
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bound by established lore. This portrayal of Muzan is independent (as mentioned in Main Thread). He’s reckless, lawless, far from stoic. If he acts unlike canon, that’s on purpose: your muse can run or resist.
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https://t.co/wYQqY1KMax I’d like to remind my RP partners throughout our threads/interactions that— this version of Muzan diverges from the canon one. He won’t follow the same path or personality as the original. Expect him to be more unpredictable, more chaotic, and far less[+]
⠀ ⠀— ⠀ 𝒫ortrayed Muzan was ripped from the past, during his first years as a demon— still drunk on the rush of immortality, volatile and unshaped by time. Now he finds himself in a world where demons kneel to him without him knowing why.
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ᅠᅠᅠᅠ 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐈𝐍 ᅠᅠᅠᅠ
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀you got a bad reputation in my neighbourhood . you drive me mad with temptation cause it tastes so good .
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letting his bloodied hand rest against Dōma’s cheek like something sacred, “—how much of me you think you can keep … beneath my throne.”
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claiming. A bruise bloomed instantly beneath his bite, violent & intimate. A mark. A warning. A reward. When he pulled back, his mouth smeared red, chest rising with each breath, his voice was hoarse—trembling with desire and fury entwined. “Now show me …” Muzan whispered, [+]
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