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I'm going crazy, please listen to the song Volchya Luna by Melnitsa and tell me it's not Sanemi

It's a Russian song, but I can provide you with a translation without any problems!

Every time I see Sanemi, I want to put some medicinal drops in his eyes.

Everyone is used to Sanemi having a rather rough, low voice (I don't mean it's unpleasant, of course), that no one thinks that the man can sing at all.

And then their software crashes when they hear him humming something in thought or if Genya falls asleep on his lap while his older brother plays with his hair.

HE'S THE ELDDEST OF SEVEN CHILDREN, OF COURSE HE CAN SING LULLABIES OR FOLK SONGS TO CALM HIS SIBLINGS

bonus: Giyu is a great listener of songs, but his singing is the same as his attempts to smile (my silly).

So, I miscalculated a bit with the joints, so the bodies don't fit the heads very well, but that's a minor thing.

Sanemi, who is based on the work @peachdues "Compass"! I am very excited about your fanfics, so I couldn't help but try this image for Shinazugawa!

Giyuu is frozen and dresses like me for work, poor thing.

I don't know if anyone has talked about this, but

The thing that haunts me is that Sanemi is the only one with his hair color in his family. Yes, he could have gotten his white hair from his other ancestors, but what if it's really gray?

Sanemi is a damn gray-haired kid who suffered so much from his father in the past that his hair turned out like that.

Poor kid.

Promise

The first time you meet him, you swear to yourself that this fucking idiot with scars is clearly not himself and that you will stay away from him.

He is loud, rude as hell, mocking, sometimes you think He genuinely enjoys the way his nichirin blade decapitates demons while He bares his fangs in a sadistic grin.

He is secretive, prickly, does not tolerate those he does not know near him, like a fucking wolf who trusts only his pack, and even if the other Hashira speak well of you, He does not look at you.

You learn his story when Rengoku mentions it one day, and you understand. Before you thought He was just a fucking idiot, now you understand why he is like that.

A man who has lost almost everything.

You promise yourself not to pity him.

Sanemi does not need fucking pity.

You promise yourself that your feelings towards him won't change, and you really do, until you start to notice how difficult it really is for him.

You break your promise to yourself when you realize you're in love.

And you're screwed.

SANEMI HAS ARRIVED AND THEY ARE GOING TOGETHER TO EAT SALMON AND OHAGI

Lately my mind has been filled with thoughts about the Demon Slayer AU, but in the setting and atmosphere of the animated films of the Ghilbi studio-

So, don't let my fish brain work, ahaha

Art by my dear friend and artist Neon Naga, thank you very much for drawing my girl!

Her name is Vales, like my nickname among my close friends, and her appearance was based on mine, except that she doesn't have the tattoo on her body that I have. Vales is a half-breed, the offspring of a human woman and a demon father, who in my AU was once the Upper Five, but more on him in a bit.

Vales is not exactly a traditional Japanese name, yes, she has northern origins, her family once came to Japan, looking for a new life. Unfortunately, the relationship with her mother did not work out well, and a few years before coming of age, Vales runs away from her, leaving her family to either die in any ditch or find hope and her place. By chance, during her short wandering in one of the inns in the mountains, she learns about her hidden part when the place is attacked by a demon. She survives, defeating the demon, but this new side of her clearly scares her.

However, as a half-breed, she is not susceptible to the same damage from the sun as normal demons, but she can still feel unwell. She does not need to feed on human flesh to live, at least she believes so, for her, eating a human is an unforgivable act. She is quickly found out by the Corps, and when she appears before Ubuyashiki, she is offered to become a slayer. After all, there really is a reason for this, is it better than having her in their ranks of demons and her potential being revealed in a different direction?

Vales is trained by Urokodaki-san, since she is closest to the Breath of Water, but you can tell by her. Her father was a demon who used demon blood magic, bonding himself with water, and actually looked like a sea oni. She inherited some of his traits, and her haori, mask, and nichirin katana perfectly reflect her connection to water.

As for her personality, gods, that poor girl. She's trying not to let down her new adopted family in the Corps, and is slowly learning to open up to other people, which is difficult, especially considering she's the offspring of a demon. But she'll get along great with Nezuko, believe me. She had a younger sister before she ran away, and Komado's sister reminds her of her, which makes her heart warm.

Well, thanks for listening to my nonsense out of my head about my girl!

Hmm, I'm wondering if I should write about my kny oc here or wait… AHAH, YES, I WAS AWAY FOR A LONG TIME BECAUSE OF WORK, BUT I SURVIVED!

YAPIII

HE SO TINY OMG

MY LITTLE HUSBAND 🫧🌊🫧

So, today I dreamed that Sanemi was training me… Not like tsuguko, but just… a friendly suggestion about what training I could try? It's weird, unexpected but… it was nice. Embarrassingly nice and easy.

THE SANEMI PERIOD CAME TO ME AGAIN…

It's not like they thought it would happen.

Not with their pace of life and the fact that they could die at any moment.

But it happened.

Obanai was just relaxing on the tatami, stroking Kaburamaru's body in his hands, removing old scales, helping his little friend with the molt. It was a rather personal moment, which they usually spent alone, but this time everything happened a little differently.

Sanemi suddenly appears in the space of his room in the Corps, but he doesn't say anything.

In general, he tried, tried to be quieter next to Iguro, knowing that snakes don't like loud sounds, and disturbing Iguro at such a moment would be simply rude.

So with the same silence he approaches, glancing at the place next to Obanai, and, receiving a slight nod, sits down next to him.

The moments pass as Shinazugawa watches the unity between Obanai and his snake without disturbing the peace, and only when Kaburamaru crawls away from his hands does he hand Iguro a bento without looking at him.

"What is this?"

"Lunch. You haven't eaten in almost four days again, idiot. Are you trying to kick back or are you like Kaburamaru and eat once a week?" Wind Hashira grumbles, glancing at Obanai.

He doesn't respond to this reproach, simply accepting the wooden bento and opening it, tilting his head to the side in mild surprise, like a snake. A couple of onigiri, with salmon by the smell, vegetables, and shrimp tempura. Suddenly, his stomach rumbles faintly, only now letting him know that perhaps he really has managed to get hungry during the days when he skipped meals.

"Thank you." Obanai doesn't smile even under his bandages, but he can tell from Sanemi's grin that he's clearly pleased.

They don't speak any further as Iguro eats, bandages loosened and slightly turned away, more out of habit. It's not like there was any point in hiding his scars now, especially from Shinazugawa, who wasn't embarrassed by his own scars, but it made him feel better anyway.

But when he finishes, it's a surprise to him when Sanemi hands him a couple of bluish-colored mochi on parchment.

Obanai starts to say something, but Sanemi simply places the dessert on his lap without looking at him.

"You treated my bugs. Consider it gratitude." he snorts, grinning contentedly as Obanai bites into the mochi, tasting the blueberry filling.

He… He's never been given treats like this, and he's a little confused.

"You're a slob without bandages," Sanemi suddenly mutters softly, using his thumb to wipe away some of the berry filling from Iguro's scars, licking it off immediately, leaving Hashira Snake with wide, surprised eyes.

Damn Iguro, he doesn't even know how adorable he looks right now.

And how adorable and confused he is when Shinazugawa's lips touch his, a light touch, soaking in the taste of blueberries.

It's only then that Sanemi realizes that the damn blueberries leave marks on his skin, and so he pulls away, exhaling.

"Watch your damn diet, Obanai." he curses, standing up and leaving Obanai in shock. It's only when he leaves that Iguro's cheeks burn with realization, and he quickly pulls the bandages back.

So, since you like my thoughts on these two, I'll continue to tease them

You do, right?~

Now, we know that Sanemi likes to breed rhinoceros beetles, and he's clearly delighted by these strong and beautiful insects, and I can understand that.

What's hard to understand is that you can't just eat all the beetles, yes, Kaburamaru.

Shinazugawa was clearly shocked when he returned to his room in the Corps one day and saw a white snake, Iguro, brazenly lying in his insectarium, scaring his poor beetles, who had huddled under a snag in their glass shelter.

There was clearly a lot of shouting and cursing as the Hashira of the Wind and the Snakes argued with each other while holding their pets (Obanai never calls Kaburamaru a pet, and never allows others to call him one). The two of them will continue to ignore each other for the rest of the day, but, but, Obanai will be the first to give in, simply not wanting to see Sanemi in this state for even a moment longer.

It's not like it's an apology or any other form of smoothing things over, no, he simply brings Sanemi some fruit, not looking him in the eye, holding it out in a small handkerchief, telling him to feed his bugs. He mentions that he talked to Kaburamaru, and that his little insects are no longer in danger.

In the end, they both end up sitting by the glass of Sanemi's insectarium, watching the bugs fussing as they eat sliced ​​peaches with almost stars in their eyes.

I can't get over the fact that Obanai is almost blind in his right eye, and he relies heavily on Kaburamaru to navigate his surroundings. True, I can almost always see that the snake's head is on his left shoulder.

But there are times when his snake friend isn't around… And his right side is a little vulnerable.

Did Sanemi know about this?

Oh, I'm sure he found out about it in the most horrible and stupid way!

Simply bumping into or accidentally touching Obanai, exploding in a light curse about how inattentive he is, especially for a Hashira. But seeing, or rather, not hearing the response tirade, Sanemi falls silent, tilting his head to the side, trying to understand what's going on.

And only after learning about the blindness, he barely snorts in irritation, folding his arms over his chest.

"Is that the case? Your right side needs work."

Obanai himself would not notice at what point after that, Wind Hashira began to stay to his right, in meetings, in battle, just nearby.

His golden eye always caught the vague figure of his friend nearby, but Iguro himself never said anything about it.

Perhaps he was comforted by this presence, even if he would never admit it. Not even to himself.

I was a little bored, so I tried playing with Tanjiro's hair and eye color. Flame-clear is fine, but what about sky-clear? Oh, my favorite bright baby

Trying to draw again after a few years… Oh, I really haven't done it in almost four years? Phew, well, a sketch of my oc for kny, a mess of scales, fins and my tattoo. No one forbids half-breeds to have tattoos, right?

I can't help but think about the connection between the elements in the Breathing styles.

I just often observe and participate in how strong and solid the connection between water and air is, how they intertwine with each other, it's an undeniable power and beauty.

I'm tormented by thoughts about… What if neither Sanemi nor Giyu had suffered so much from their past, if everything had turned out differently?

Their pain and loss exposed the dangerous and wild sides of their elements. Wind can be a monstrous destructive force, just as Water can be indifferent to any life. Sanemi is prickly and furious like a damn hurricane. Giyu is like a dark rain, washing away your soul and any feelings.

But…

Their connection could have been different.

Not just joint sparring, during which Shinazugawa would try in every way to hurt, wound and injure the Hashira of Water, no, it could have been warm smiles. Tenderness and affection from both sides. Like a gentle breeze, giving comfort after the heat and pushing you forward from behind. A gentle touch of life-giving moisture that washes away any worries from you.

I cry, imagining Sanemi smiling that same sincere childish smile, laughing softly, while Giyu looks at him with his dark blue eyes, in which life has not faded, which sparkle like sunbeams on the surface of water…

SORRY, I'M TOO STUCK IN THISSSS

I can't help but think about how the Hashira elements affect them and reflect them.

For example, what if Sanemi was called Breeze? Despite his defensive aggression, I feel like he's like the Wind, playful and active, and can provide a slight calm, like a cool breeze after a hot day.

Okay, okay, maybe I'm crazy, but I can't let go of this thought.

Giyu, if his injury hadn't overwhelmed him so much, would clearly be very accommodating and understanding, someone who would keep his comrades from doing anything too reckless. He's generally soft and gentle, like a light rain during a sunny period.

Maybe I should write more of these headcanons!

I'm a little nervous about posting my work here for the first time, but I hope you enjoy it! This is a short essay about my character and my friend's character in the Demon Slayer setting, so don't be surprised by the weird names. Both are adults! Enjoy reading~

Warnings: nsfw, modified clitoris, some roughness, girl dominance, anal sex, mention of oral sex. Minors do not read further! Miyamoto feels like he's just suffocating from the frantic pace, like his thighs or head are about to give out on him, while his groin is so wet from the huge amount of lube dripping down it, making the futon underneath them wet.

Under him… And her. *****

"Vales-chan, are you okay?" the Gyomei student asks with slight concern, visiting his friend in the room reserved for her at the Corps headquarters, where the half-demon was currently resting, but did not come out to train.

But Giyu-san wanted to practice the technique with her again…

"I'm okay…" the girl quietly responds, shaking her head while scratching her pointed ears with her claws, like an animal, not wanting to leave the blanket.

Miyamoto frowns sadly, worried by such an answer and behavior.

Have demonic fits in her behavior overtaken her now? "I can help if you tell me what's bothering you, - he assures with a soft smile, to which she turns her "flattened" pupils to his figure."

"…" *****

Vales growls and chokes on saliva, mercilessly moving on the flesh of the former nichirin bladesmith, drool dripping from her bared fangs and flowing from her lips, while she again and again rises and falls on Miya's hot cock, pressing the man's hips into her poor futon, holding him under her without effort.

His eyelashes flutter, his mouth and lips are wet with her juices, because she literally fucked his lips and tongue with her hips, not letting him breathe until he thoroughly licks her pussy, making her see stars.

Miyamoto is lost in how many orgasms they both experienced, he lost count.

He simply prayed to all the gods and training from Lord Gyomei and Rengoku, still breathing under the onslaught of the half-demon.

He doesn't even know if she's so hungry herself or if it's her nature from her father… ***** "Miyamoto-kun, I have a problem…"

She doesn't hold back her animalistic, wild moans and growls of delight and pleasure, her long tongue sticks out of her mouth, also opening a small fanged mouth at the end, testifying to her pleasure.

Her demonic essence is now expressed especially brightly, reflecting on her body, her hips are completely blue and have changed into her beautiful paws, behind such a juicy ass, not hidden now by the pants of her fighter uniform, her tail with a membrane is visible, with which she hits his legs, while she tortures his hips and penis with her pace, while her pussy seems to be trying to devour the poor blacksmith, milking him dry.

Without feeling the power of authority that a Hashira or a male demon would have, she takes full control, fucking Miyamoto until he loses his pulse, leaving bites and scratches on his body, growling and snarling, a real fiend of the night. ***** "What can I do for you, Vales-Chan?" *****

The growl in her throat grows even after the orgasm that they both just experienced again, her modified clitoris, now large and similar to some kind of sea creature, still leaking and pulsating, until she does not take her eyes off Miya. "On your knees." *****

The poor man just cries and whines, feeling the demoness holding his hair, leaning on top of him, pulling his poor disheveled tail, growling and literally screaming with pleasure, while her hips are madly pounding into him, while she is ripping him from behind with her… Cock.

Gods, she can use it as a cock, and she does not spare it, taking everything she can.

His ass is red from the slaps of her hips, the stripes of her claws on his skin are stinging, making him whine, he does not know how much more he can take.

It seems like she's going to fuck him to death- *****

"You're so sweet, Miyamoto, I could eat you whole~ You helped me so much, I'll have enough for the morning~" a hoarse but gentle voice coos in his ear as he lies on the futon torn by claws, feeling himself leaking after her, while Urokodaki's student licks her lips, then gently kisses his temple, making him sigh in embarrassment."

"Good boy~"