You Know, She Said, As She Felt A Sinking Feeling In Her Chest, I Feel Like All I Can Ever Do With These

“You know,” she said, as she felt a sinking feeling in her chest, “I feel like all I can ever do with these small hands is carry broken little butterflies. If I cup my hands together, they keep piling and piling up. But you, Tomioka-san… you’re already at your limit, aren’t you? Carrying those two wings on your back.”

- Shinobu to Giyuu, in Hashira First, Spouses Second: The GiyuShino Low-Key Married AU by @demonslayedher

Oh God, what a sentence. Shinobu referring to her situation of her students keep dying and how every time it happened the guilt burden her further, cupping those broken butterflies with her tiny hands. "Carrying those two wings on your back ", referring to Sabito and Tsutako AAGHH GAH OH MY GODD

It's late, I am tired from first exam paper and the flu and I WANT TO DRAW THIS SCENE GRRR GRRR

Wait until I have time to draw properly.

(and it's only the second chapter GOD DAMN yeah I am totally drawing scenes from the fic I love it so much)

Haven't got the free time or anything but I've found this redesign I've made a long time ago from Sun and Moon's dragon forms.

The weekend is around the corner so hopefully I can get the time to draw a bit 👀🎉

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Kanao's hands keep shaking, her fingers repeatedly fail to keep a tight grasp upon the hairpin. She manages to catch the butterfly ornament quick before it hits the ground.

She tries again. Hair strands fisting around the side of her head, the clip is supposed to be slides in -- and she drops it again.

If she could've sob, she probably would have.

A bigger, more calloused and scarred hand catches the pin for her. Kanao watches the Wind Hashira switch glances from her to the ornament before he makes a signal for her to turn around.

She doesn't find it in her voice to apologize for the trouble, opting only to turn around and let him tie up her hair. She feels her breath hitches just slightly at the way he handles the strands of her hair, moving every last one until he finally clips on the Butterfly ornament by the side of Kanao's head.

Kanae had always said that the Wind Hashira is a rather gentle soul.

" Break's over. " He gruffs, his hand moves to rest on the hilt of his sword. " The sun is setting and we've got a demon to kill. "

She knows his gaze lingers on the green and pink butterfly pin on the side of her head.

Everyone grieves in their own way anyway.

I need to catch up on the updates of this fic 🥹💐 Anyway here's some fanart for @demonslayedher (⁠＾⁠∇⁠＾⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♪

A scene that I managed to do, from Chapter 2.

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How much do you want to bet that Ufotable is going to air Obanai's backstory either on Children's Day or Women's Day.

I just realized this is the first time I have ever drawn all the Gramlocks lol

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