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Mitsuri "I'm not like the other girls, but I wish I was... so bad. It turns out I'm not happy with that either, if it means giving up the things that make me myself. What I truly want is to be seen as one of them, someone worthy of love, despite me being different" Kanroji

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by caheokhokeo

art republished with artist’s permission

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obamitsu dump,, I planned to animate but I’m LAZY.

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“If you and I had met under more peaceful and carefree circumstances, I wonder how well things would’ve gone.”

I love them sm. Nothing could ever make me hate obamitsu.

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Мой тг https://t.me/chimiso_art 🥰

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Omake below the cut

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Obanai spun her around only to pull her back in. Wrapped in his arms, they matched their footwork as they stepped back and to the side. Mitsuri smiled wider as he glided her across the dance floor. It was just the two of them in a crowded room. Her body tingled as he watched her face, never wavering. 

One of his hands went across the middle of her back and leaned her backwards for a dip. Mitsuri held onto his shoulder. Time stilled. Their breaths matched and eyes locked. Her hand reached up to caress his masked cheek. He lowered his face until his yellow and teal eyes were all she could see. This is how it should have been all along. 

Just the two of us. 

“You’re going to make a beautiful bride,” he whispered just a hair above the music. Heat spread over her face as he brought her back to standing. Her brain malfunctioned as she sputtered incoherent noises. She couldn’t find the words to adequately express how his words made her mind float away like a dream. 

It’s always been us.

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cause i dont want to be in love with another

even in another life...

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HE GAVE HER STRIPED SOCKS 😭

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I’m flattered beyond words. I never know how to respond to these sort of things, but I’m so happy to hear my writing inspired you to write a college au of Obamitsu. I look forward to reading it 😊

Do not judge the fact that I paint like a fucking middle schooler. 😭

This is just me formally putting it out there that I'm still taking requests both sfw and nsfw! I'm also working on starting a formal Obamitsu long form fic inspired by my College AU snippets. I've been really reading Reallypleasanttree lately and they are so good. Definitely inspired me to make the college au Obamitsu centric.

I'm working on a sfw Shinobu and Gyomei fic.

Then one nsfw Gyomei!

Let me know what yall want!

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"Wedding Plans" Chapter 27 snippet

“I am going to go check on Akaza and then get ready with Sanemi and Genya,” Obanai said. They stood at the entrance of the venue. Mitsuri glanced at the set of lounge chairs outside of the event coordinator’s office. Last year they had been sitting there when Mitsuri asked for Obanai’s phone number. Her hands were shaking when she handed him her phone. Her lips curled up. They have come a long way since then. 

“Did you hear me?” Obanai asked, angling his head towards her. Mitsuri straightened her posture as if she had been caught doing something she shouldn’t. 

“Sor-” Mitsuri paused when Obanai’s brow furrowed in preparation to tell her there was no need to apologize. “I was just thinking about the last time we were here,” Mitsuri said, pointing to the chairs, “back when I asked for your number.” 

“Back when you joked about Kanae killing Sanemi and we had to get our stories straight?” Obanai raised one brow. Mitsuri nodded and grinned at her fiance. “In all fairness, it could still happen,” Obanai said with a shrug. This made her snort. Obanai’s eyes crinkled at the edges and squeezed her hand. “I should check on Akaza. I’ll see you later,” Obanai said, letting go her hand. He turned and began to walk away. 

“See you soon,” Mitsuri replied before clearing her throat. “I love you,” she said, a bit louder than she anticipated and the near empty hall echoed her words. Her eyes widened and blush crept over her cheeks as she noticed Yushiro, the event coordinator’s assistant, in the main hall, running over his checklist. The man with pale blue and black hair stared disapprovingly at her. 

Obanai glared back at Yushiro, who rolled his eyes and turned his back to the couple. His dual toned eyes drifted over the hall before pulling down his surgical mask under his chin. 

“I love you too,” Obanai said, offering her one of his special smiles. A giddiness filled her before Obanai pulled the mask up again and headed towards the kitchen.

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i get so happy when people that are new to fanfic writing, or just writing in general, post their work on ao3. despite their doubts, despite their fear of something so personal and vulnerable being perceived, they still press that button, and i turn into the equivalent to a proud mom cheering on the sidelines. like yes! you did that! your work is worth seeing! you deserve to share your passion for and be part of a community! i’m so proud of you!

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Shes waiting for her date guys

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When someone is wronged they experience a multitude of emotions including guilt and shame and they also seek validation and support, when the people who bear witness to their pain accuse or blame them it becomes harder for them to recover and choose healing or seek out a better life

Obanai was just a child, he was raw and in pieces and the first person to interact with him after the horrifying ordeal blamed and berated him. I still think Obanai would have had guilt nestled deep in his heart because of that night and he might not have been able to recover right away or choose the path of life but had his niece acted a bit differently she could have given him a better chance

The pain of going through a traumatic experience is likely only rivaled by the pain caused by negative reactions to it. Obanai admits that his cousin's words were unfair and cruel but they still affected him and struck a bitter cord in his heart, sitting him on a path of self destruction. If her words or reaction had been different that day, or if she had even helped him through his journey maybe Obanai wouldn't have went through life the way he did

I think Mitsuri could have helped him if they met earlier, but by the time they did, it was already late and he had already molded his life into a quest for atonement rather than healing

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Today I woke up and chose shoujo manga.

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I should be writing the next chapter for Wedding Plans, but I keep working on the epilogue. Spoiler below 😭🫠

“I need to call my family. They’re going to be so excited. Suki will have her first cousin,” said Mitsuri. “Do you think we can go over to your dad’s place now or tonight? I want him to see his first grand baby.” She was nearly bouncing in her seat. He tapped his left foot against the floorboard in thought. 

Obanai wanted to share in her excitement, but he was thinking of everything that could possibly go wrong. Miscarriage, illness, cancer, accidents, deformities, and the list continued on and on. A new type of anxiety he didn’t have experience handling. 

“We can drop by.” Obanai changed directions to Shinjuro’s house. His father’s car was in the driveway. They parked behind the SUV. He took in a deep breath, shutting his eyes to collect himself. Mitsuri’s hand found his as she reached across the console. 

“I want to share this with everyone,” she said, kissing his hand. “This is all I ever wanted, Oba. You, me, and our baby. In our other life, sometimes I would think about a baby with your sweet eyes,” she admitted. He turned to look at her.

“Do you remember the soba shop we went to from before?” He asked and she nodded. “The owner thought we were married and said you’d make a good mother. Back then I told him we were only friends, but I couldn’t shake the image of a dark haired baby with green eyes,” he admitted. “I wish I could go back and tell you-“

“Hey, we’re here now, Oba,” Mitsuri looked intensely into his dual toned eyes. “We can’t change what happened. I’m okay with that and I’m excited to be here with you and our little one. Now, can we please go tell your dad?” 

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Wedding Plans Spoilers for Epilogue. It’s February and I’m in a romantic mood 🫠

Mitsuri saw a bride in the mirror. A woman dressed in a wedding gown stared back. The sweetheart neckline and corset accentuated her hourglass figure. There were no sleeves, so her well defined freckled arms were on display. The ivory shade of the gown complemented her skin tone. Pink cherry blossoms and leaves were embroidered into the sheer white fabric as if they were scattered in the wind. The train flared out behind her as the blossoms and leaves drifted to the ground. Water pricked at her eyes. The flowers matched her green tipped hair as it fell in loose waves and made her eyes seem to sparkle. 

This is the one. Mitsuri flashed a smile at the woman in the mirror. At first she had been worried how her arms would look in a sleeveless gown, but they showed her hard work and determination. She held the skirt up and twirled. The skirt flew up making a perfect circle before it settled back onto the pedestal. 

“So, what do you think of this one?” The dress attendant handed her a tissue. Mitsuri took it and nodded. 

“I love it,” she said with her voice cracking. Mitsuri turned to face her mother, sisters, Kanae, and Gyomei. “This is my wedding dress.”

Fumiko and Kanae’s eyes moistened while Meesha and Hinata rose to hug their sister. Gyomei clapped his hands together, shocking the rest of Mitsuri’s entourage with the volume. Mitsuri laughed lightly and stepped down from the pedestal. She couldn’t wait for Obanai to see her.