Sanemi Doesn't See Color.

Reblog to make prev fall asleep feeling loved and wanted

So, I had a pretty interesting dream today, but a little backstory.

I'm a big fan of Stardew Valley and Demon Slayer, so sometimes in my dreams my stupid fish brain mixes the two into one, and two or three months ago that's what happened.

That time, I dreamed that I started a new game on a farm, sowing radishes, and with me was… Obanai.

This is very unexpected. Obanai is one of my favorite characters, without a doubt, I like his design, history and personality, I understand him and his arc in many ways, although I don't interact with him or mention him that often. So, I dream that I am gardening with the Serpent Pillar, having a nice and warm discussion about what we should do in the fall season so that we have enough resources for the winter for us and the animals… No one has ever looked at me with such warmth and understanding as in that dream.

And so, today I dreamed again that I was walking down the streets of Pelican City, and I met him. I think he said that he went out to buy something for our farm, and he felt embarrassed that I caught him doing it.

*covers his face in embarrassment*

I don't want to wake up.

I think Genya hates his demon eating ability.

He wants to fight fair and square, with his own strength, and he hates every time he has to take demon flesh just to survive and keep fighting.

He hates the taste of demon flesh, he would rather drink poison, but that's the only way he can survive and heal his wounds.

Genya hates it.

I thought for a while and decided to count the facts of my life…

I was baptized as a child, so in theory I am Orthodox. But I literally swallowed my cross. My mother was in Krishnaism for most of my childhood, so she pulled me in too. But, despite everything, I developed my own vision of the world.

And… it mixes Shintoism, shamanism, cosmicism and the theory of reincarnation…

WELL, APPARENTLY THERE WILL NEVER BE ORDER IN MY FISH BRAIN

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.

KAPOW!!!!!

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.

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.

In connection with my new job, an interesting thought occurred to me.

Enjoy the mess of my head!

Tahu - rooibos with strawberries, pomegranate and red cornflower.

In fact, it is more of a tea drink than tea itself; there is no base for that.

Rooibos comes from Africa, like Tahu - from the hottest heat.

Despite this, it has not only a bright taste, but also the sweet delicate notes of Ta-Vahi before the fire.

Gali - Milk Oolong.

Few people can immediately understand it, but if they succeed, then it’s like tea when brewed correctly - a delicate and soft taste that refreshes, without the wrong impurities. You don't soak oolong in milk, you fools.

Lewa - Herbal green collection with mango and pineapple. It seems like there are anchan leaves flashing in it?

A complete cacophony at first glance, but the taste is a bright tropical juicy taste that takes you into dreams of parrots and jungles.

Onua is Pu-erh, in which some buds of the tree itself have been added.

It seems strange to many and seems primitive in its origin, but if you try it, you can get hooked. It has the smell of spicy earth and herbs, and the buds give off a delicate sweetness.

Pohatu - buckwheat tea.

An absolute madman in an absolutely harsh environment. It smells like honey and is invigorating.

Kopaka - Earl Grey.

A follower of the classics who finds it difficult to accept something new, but if you choose the right blend, it reveals itself from new unexpected sides.

Oh, FUCK, I'M NOT SLEEPING, AM I?-