Part 5, Let's Go (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠) [Masterlist]

The red flag is glowing bright and y'all still get on your knees for them (me too lol).

I think I am getting better in drawing Miguel, I just need to fix the nose and eyes next time and makes him look more depressed.

Thought I'd draw more of Izure and Ratchet

Typo in the last pic, *she often covers them with her hair

I just randomly thinking of Shinobu beside Belle and...

Shinobu, don't worry we still love you, our short queen 🥺💖👑

Why can't I post any pictures in here anymore :(

It always says ' oops there seem to be an error, try again later '

A scenario I imagined from the concept idea where Zenitsu & Obanai are related.

"...You're a lucky one. "

Zenitsu went still, stopping just right behind the Hashira. The older man had stopped as well, but he didn't turn around to face the younger one.

His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat. He felt as if the muscles in his lungs tightened enough to lessen the oxygen from flowing in, with how hard he found it to breathe properly now. Lucky? Lucky?

" How? " Zenitsu managed to choke out after an uncomfortable moment of silence. " I told you of my early life, how I roamed around the street like some sort of dirty rat and you told me I was the lucky one? "

The blond boy felt dread swirling inside him -- he was offended, yes, but there was something off with the way Obanai worded his sentence just now that made him consider having a second thought. Lucky. Zenitsu was the lucky one. Lucky for being taken away from his -- their family. Lucky for not being able to be with his blood relatives.

There was no mocking in the Hashira's tone, nor any sound vibrating from him that indicated any sense of superiority nor arrogance.

On the contrary, it was absolutely baffling for Zenitsu to hear that those words were spoken with an echo of relief.

Obanai shuffled in his spot, turning around just a bit enough for the two to lock eyes. If there was any resemblance between them for being relatives, perhaps it would be the shade of their golden eyes, albeit with the Hashira having heterochromia.

He always looked so stern and scary, for Zenitsu, that is. Eyebrows furrowing, glaring and arms crossing over his chest. No sense of friendliness, especially with the white snake curling around his shoulders.

But then Zenitsu looked at the bandage wrapped around Obanai's lower face, never being taken off. Not a fashion taste, not when he kept bringing his sleeve up to cover his mouth area. In a way, Zenitsu found a distant familiarity whenever he saw Obanai tilt his head down, eyes glancing away.

He watched him slowly bring his sleeve up like he often did, always stopping right when it covered his lower face. Bits of his fingers peeked out, brushing lightly against the wrapped fabric. Zenitsu was again thrown off by another sound coming from the Hashira -- as sound that he found himself could relate to.

Self loathing.

The dread sense doubled inside him when another thought came to him. A thought of his blood relatives. People who Obanai was with. People who he didn't know, where they are and what had happened for the Hashira to avoid talking about them.

" Did -- " Zenitsu felt his blood run cold. " -- Did they do that to you? What happened? "

And as always, from the beginning of the discovery of their blood connection, Obanai turned away from Zenitsu.

" Some things are better left unknown. "

IT'S THE SWEETEST BOY'S BIRTHDAY

Nothing makes him happier than being surrounded with his family and friends ❤

Akaza : *killed himself in infinity castle arc*

Me : Like father like son.

I am so sorry

*sobs*

I did not just got a request to make a fanfic of Muzan x Nezuko -- what the hell

Me, when people fighting over the training between Muichiro, Sanemi and Obanai on who's stronger, when it's very much clear that they're just training and each have their own strength, weakness, advantage and disadvantage:

Just remembered about my OPM OC

Sometimes a family is a prodigy boy hero, a sixth sense seeing detective and an undead hero.