I Was A Little Bored, So I Tried Playing With Tanjiro's Hair And Eye Color. Flame-clear Is Fine, But

I ordered my first toa mata and am very excited to wait, sorry

obanai being so touch starved and sanemi being so good with his hands, his words. sanemi, who was supposed to just be his best friend, enveloping him in his arms, tangling the sheets around them as his fingers skim over obanai’s face, caressing his cheek and all the while whispering soft, nearly unintelligible praise. his lips ghosting obanai’s clavicle, teeth nipping at his skin as he growls under his breath that, fuck, obanai is so fucking attractive, and he can’t get enough of him, and that he has no reason to feel insecure. and obanai’s laying beneath him, his hair mussed, a rosy blush dusting his cheeks. he’s leaning into sanemi’s hold, allowing himself to crave openly. then they’re just cradling one another, skin pressed against skin, sharp breaths steadying as they gaze at each other, eyes full of so much unspoken infatuation. it feels like safety. it feels like everything either has wanted for so long, but have been too scared to voice. and suddenly, its like there’s something between them that has never been there before. perhaps it had nudged at the edges of their conscious, trying to find its way through. but it didn’t make it in until now, seeping from the warmth they shared. there was a name to it, somewhere. something soft and gentle and reckless and amazing. the title was unsure, for now, but, possibly, one day, they may let it be synonymous to love. perfect, uncertain, beautiful love. all for them.

Relaxing in a better world, hiding in the ruins at the bottom

MY COLLEAGUE GAVE ME A POSTER MY BABY

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

Ponyo (2008)

Sanemi Shinazugawa was born at the end of autumn, on the day when winter leaves.

Sanemi Shinazugawa was born on the day when winter stepped onto the land and kissed him on the top of his head, dyeing his hair the whiteness of snow.

Sanemi was born when the cold enveloped Japan, leaving no room for the weak, and little Sanemi, who did not even cry in his mother's arms when she could not feed him at times, survived. His thirst for life, for light, was stronger than any frost and bone-chilling wind when he was still a baby.

Sanemi Shinazugawa caught snowflakes with his little hands while growing up among the blizzard and cold, he was strong despite the frost.

Sanemi Shinazugawa - a man kissed by winter.

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N.A: Credits to the original author