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Okay so I would love to know what your favourite quote/ section of the manga is your favourite or something that summarises these two

I maaay be planning an obamitsu centred tattoo and I want to put a quote in their but am struggling for ideas! And I know you're someone as or more obamitsu obsessed as me (unlike my hubby who has only watched the anime and is of no help) 😆🙏

I'm tossing up the line 'so you actually saved me'

Or ' I will protect you for sure'

Thaaaanks!

Obamitsu is my hyper fixation and I’ve had brainrot for almost two years now 🫠 I feel that. My spouse isn’t helpful either cause he doesn’t like Obanai. 😂 That’s so exciting! I’ve thought getting an Obamitsu inspired tattoo too, but I have decision paralysis. 😅 Simplistic tattoos are my favorite, so a snake and Sakura mochi/dango would be super cute. Or a moon and dandelion for Wedding Plans

My favorite quotes from the manga would have to be these.

As for quotes that would summarize them…

”True love stories never have endings.” Richard Bach

"In all the world, there is no heart for me like yours. In all the world, there is no love for you like mine." Maya Angelou

Because to me, you’re the sun. I really do love the “I will protect you for sure” quote though.

Idk if that helps, but thanks for asking!

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hiiiii! It’s been a while since I started reading your fanfic, and I’m literally addicted to Wedding Plans! (My entourage is getting a bit tired of me because I talk about it so much 🥲). I’m currently watching the Bridgerton series, and there’s a scene that kind of reminds me of Obamitsu—it might just be me being overly obsessed with them! It’s in Season 1, Episode 8, around 53 minutes.

I just wanted to tell you that your story is absolutely incredible 🥹

Thank you so much, Taissy! I know the scene you’re talking about where Daphne tells Simon he’s worthy of love.  

Daphne: I am tired of pretending. And I cannot continue acting as if I... As if I do not love you. Because I do. l love all of you. Even the parts that you believe are too dark and too shameful. Every scar. Every flaw. Every imperfection. I love you. You may think you are too damaged and too broken to ever allow yourself to be happy, but you can choose differently, Simon. Nope, you’re not being overly obsessed because these lines definitely fit Obanai and Mitsuri. Obanai’s self loathing and low self esteem make him feel unworthy of love and Mitsuri. If they had had the time she might have been able to convince him, but we’ll never know. That’s what fanfiction is for though

Please enjoy some Obamitsu from the “Wedding Plans” epilogue 🌕 I’m splitting it into two parts and it will mostly be domestic fluff.

“Ah, coming here was such a good idea,” Mitsuri said, looking at the shrine’s intricate details. This shrine was one of the most popular venues for the Tsukimi Festival. There were lantern lights hanging from beams of wood, artificial candles lining the decorative waist height walls, and families walking up on the stone steps.  “I’m surprised you wanted to come though.” She held her fingers to her lips, contemplating her words. 

“You didn’t want to spend the night alone, did you?” He asked. “I don’t like crowds, but I can’t avoid them for forever and having you by my side makes it easier.” Her lips pulled up into a smile making this all worth it. They were seated on a bench a ways off from the main shrine. A plate of tsukimi dango laid by his side on top of two empty plates. Mitsuri wore a white and pink kimono with sakura blossoms on the sleeves and a darker pink obi. He donned a dark grey kimono and stripes on the hemline. 

“Do you remember the last time we celebrated this festival?” She asked. He dipped his head. It was precisely the reason why he wanted to come here tonight. “The moon was beautiful that night, wasn’t it?” Mitsuri asked before she looked up at the full moon. It was a rich amber shade, perfect for the mid autumn festival. 

“Yes, it was,” Obanai answered.

Mitsuri was too enamored with the moon to notice him. He paused for a moment to take in the moment. She’d always been beautiful to him, but right now she looked like a goddess. The glow of the moon reflected in her emerald eyes. There was nothing he wouldn’t give to see the world through her hopefulness and light. 

Obanai reached his hand up and pretended to pinch the moon. Mitsuri looked between his hand and his face before laughing, the corners of her eyes crinkling. I hope we share this night in every lifetime.

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new animatic will be out on thurs!! (earlier for patreon supporters)

flameserpent brothers... animatic centers on the popular hc that obanai and rengoku grew up together and see each other as brothers

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you ever read a fanfic and just sit back and think…someone wrote something THIS good… and then just….published it on the internet….for free…..

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Ever since Kyojuro passed Obanai was diligent and attempted to fill the gap Rengoku left. The Corps felt his loss to their core. Kyojuro brought people together by treating everyone equally and made them feel seen. Despite his over the top, bordering on obnoxious behaviors, Kyojuro was one of Obanai’s closest friends. If Obanai could not make up for his loss, who could?

Another person cut across his vision, Senjuro sweeping the engawa. He grimaced thinking of the younger Rengoku. Kyojuro trained him, but demon slaying never called to Senjuro as it did for his brothers. He was soft hearted and more likely to tend to the wounded than kill demons. Senjuro was more like Ruka than Shinjuro.  

During this rest period, Obanai decided he would make arrangements to see Senjuro and by default Shinjuro. He exhaled heavily, thinking of the man who saved his life nine years ago. Shinjuro fell into despair after his wife died. An unknown illness wasted her skin, flesh, and bones until she could barely walk or feed herself. Two weeks before her death, Shinjuro carried her from room to room, even going as far as to switch her bedrooms to ensure she could enjoy the sight of the sunrise each morning. 

At the time, Obanai was still terrified of women, so he seldom interacted with her. One morning he rose early and went out to the courtyard to watch the sunrise. The sun and its rays never failed to enchant him. How could he not be when he’d been shut inside his entire life? In the light his family’s wretched hands could not reach him. Kaburamaru hissed sharply and pointed his tail towards the engawa. His stomach tightened as he registered a woman’s dark hair and carmine eyes. Ruka leaned back against the column, covered in blankets and her face was gaunt. He expected to see an overly wide smile like his mother, but her face was neutral, staring at the same sunrise. 

“Good morning,” Ruka greeted him, glancing at the boy in the courtyard. His mouth twisted uncomfortably and his wounds pulled on his cheeks. Obanai tried to control his breaths as he prepared to respond. “You don’t have to speak unless you want to. I suspect you came for the same reason I did.” 

“My sunrises are numbered, but yours are infinite...Let’s enjoy this while we can.” Ruka gave him a weak smile and he nodded unable to find words. Looking back, that moment might have been his first positive interaction with a woman. 

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Demon Slayer Fanart | Mitsuri and Obanai

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the writing process is basically this:

think of a great idea.

convince yourself it’s terrible.

write it anyway because what else are you going to do with your life?

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"Wedding Plans" Kyojuro's POV from Sanemi and Kanae's engagement party. I hope to have Chapter 26 out within two weeks!

“Good afternoon,” Kyojuro greeted them loudly. Sanemi’s mother, Shizu, laughed and embraced him like one of her children while Sanemi’s younger sisters smiled.

“Sanemi said you just got off of work. You didn’t need to come after a long shift, but it’s great to see you, Kyo-chan,” Shizu said, extending her head to squeeze his upper arm affectionately. She had always been a petite woman and barely reached his shoulders. Her hair was grey with a few strands of black and she wore blue tortoiseshell glasses.

What would my mother have looked like now? A stray thought filtered in. Would her hair be greying like Shizu’s? Most likely. It was in the ordinary moments he was caught off guard by the sense of loss. In fact, he was nearly the same age as his mother before she passed. A frog caught in his throat and he shoved it down. Not the time. 

“I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” Kyojuro replied with a wink and Shizu blushed lightly. Sanemi gave his friend a sideway glance. 

“No flirting with my mom, Kyo-chan,” Sanemi warned, narrowing his purple eyes. Shizu shook her head and swatted at the air in front of her son’s face. 

“Don’t be silly, I’ve known him since he was a boy, San-san,” she chided.

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Continuation

“Before we go to lunch, can we make a detour?” Obanai asked, switching topics. Mitsuri was already nodding before he could explain what the detour was. It tugged at his heart the way she wanted to run errands with him. “I need to drop off my haori at the tailor to fix some patches,” he said then pointed at her socks. “Plus, I promised to buy you a replacement pair.” 

“You don’t need to. I think these can last another mission,” Mitsuri said before looking down. Mitsuri’s hand touched the edge of her socks. The green fabric was starting to wear thin in the knees and there were frayed strands over her thighs. She glanced up again, knowing she had been caught in a lie. Obanai nearly laughed at how cute she was acting, but didn’t. She would be more embarrassed if he acknowledged it. 

“Since I’m going to the tailor anyway, doesn’t it make more sense to buy a replacement? Especially if we don’t see each other for another two months. How many missions will you go on before you need a replacement?” He questioned. 

“I suppose you’re right, but I wish it wasn’t going to be so long,” she admitted, fiddling with the edge of her socks. “I like spending time with you. I-” The Love Hashira cleared her throat and stared at the ground. He nearly asked what else she had to say before Kaburamaru bumped his head against Obanai’s calf. He leaned over and the snake coiled himself over his friend’s shoulders. 

“You were saying?” Obanai prompted as he stroked the snake’s ivory scales. She pursed her lips. 

“I was just wondering what restaurant you wanted to go to for lunch,” Mitsuri laughed.

Obamitsu snippet:

“If you see Kanroji-san, send her in,” the Master said, dismissing the Snake Hashira after his latest mission report. He went to village outside of Osaka to exterminate a demon who preyed on children. It played a flute to hypotize children and lure them out of their homes. He gritted his teeth as he recalled the monster’s appearance. It had maroon skin with multiple eyes, mouths, and hands with a lyrical voice. 

“Yes, Master,” he said, bowing his head before standing up. He glanced briefly at the Master’s face. The disease that ravaged his family covered the top half of his face and he mentioned starting to lose his vision. Obanai could empathize and touched the right side of his face. His vision had been impaired ever since he could remember. Who knew if he had been born that way or if it was something his family had done. Another mystery that would not be answered. 

Obanai turned and walked out the door to see Mitsuri at the end of the receiving hall. Instantly, she looked up and her bright eyes shined in recognition. His heart sped up. The last time they saw each other in person was two months ago. They had lunch together at the soba shop where the shopowner insinuated they were a couple. Obanai hated how he had to correct shopowner, but there was nothing between them. There never would be anything between them. 

“Iguro-san!” Mitsuri stood up quickly, nearly tripping over her feet as she rushed towards him. The misstep endeared her ever more to him. She was like this with everyone, he reminded himself as Mitsuri hugged him. He wrapped his arms around her, careful not to touch her bare skin with his filthy hands. She smelled of sakura blossoms. Relief washed over him like water. She was one of the only people to calm his body and mind. 

“I’m so happy to see you! It’s been too long,” she said, squeezing once more before letting go. “We should go out for lunch. Wait, you’re probably busy. I shouldn’t assume you’d have time for me-”

“We can go after your meeting,” Obanai cut her off before she could ramble on, closing his eyes slowly. Whenever she was nervous, she would ramble on and diminish herself. He could not allow her to. She was better than that. Mitsuri bobbed her her and flashed him a smile. “I’ll wait here for you,” he said and sidestepped to allow her to pass by. 

“Alright!” Mitsuri said and walked past him, their shoulders brushing. Looking down, he noticed a few stray threads on her green socks. She had not mentioned needing a replacement, but knowing her she did not want to make herself a nuisance. He made a mental note to stop by the tailor to grab her a new pair.

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WIP that’s taking all the time in the world

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Mitsuri’s expression is wonderful. The manga panel is supposed to be Obanai’s perception of her and you made her so much prettier. 🥹 thank you for this gift. You’re amazing!

art by me,for my fav writer.🤍🖤🐍•💕🍡✨

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awww, thank you so much, anon and mitsurikanrcji! ☺️ Obanai and Mitsuri are truly the best!

wedding plans by fayte2008 on a03! 10/10

yes! yes! i 100% agree with you on this! @reallypleasanttree is such a talented writer! it was their first story that i read - boom, in love!

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Obamitsu snippet:

“If you see Kanroji-san, send her in,” the Master said, dismissing the Snake Hashira after his latest mission report. He went to village outside of Osaka to exterminate a demon who preyed on children. It played a flute to hypotize children and lure them out of their homes. He gritted his teeth as he recalled the monster’s appearance. It had maroon skin with multiple eyes, mouths, and hands with a lyrical voice. 

“Yes, Master,” he said, bowing his head before standing up. He glanced briefly at the Master’s face. The disease that ravaged his family covered the top half of his face and he mentioned starting to lose his vision. Obanai could empathize and touched the right side of his face. His vision had been impaired ever since he could remember. Who knew if he had been born that way or if it was something his family had done. Another mystery that would not be answered. 

Obanai turned and walked out the door to see Mitsuri at the end of the receiving hall. Instantly, she looked up and her bright eyes shined in recognition. His heart sped up. The last time they saw each other in person was two months ago. They had lunch together at the soba shop where the shopowner insinuated they were a couple. Obanai hated how he had to correct shopowner, but there was nothing between them. There never would be anything between them. 

“Iguro-san!” Mitsuri stood up quickly, nearly tripping over her feet as she rushed towards him. The misstep endeared her ever more to him. She was like this with everyone, he reminded himself as Mitsuri hugged him. He wrapped his arms around her, careful not to touch her bare skin with his filthy hands. She smelled of sakura blossoms. Relief washed over him like water. She was one of the only people to calm his body and mind. 

“I’m so happy to see you! It’s been too long,” she said, squeezing once more before letting go. “We should go out for lunch. Wait, you’re probably busy. I shouldn’t assume you’d have time for me-”

“We can go after your meeting,” Obanai cut her off before she could ramble on, closing his eyes slowly. Whenever she was nervous, she would ramble on and diminish herself. He could not allow her to. She was better than that. Mitsuri bobbed her her and flashed him a smile. “I’ll wait here for you,” he said and sidestepped to allow her to pass by. 

“Alright!” Mitsuri said and walked past him, their shoulders brushing. Looking down, he noticed a few stray threads on her green socks. She had not mentioned needing a replacement, but knowing her she did not want to make herself a nuisance. He made a mental note to stop by the tailor to grab her a new pair.

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Okay, I found my writing rhythm and reconstructed the last few chapters of "Wedding Plans". I was trying to jump directly into the wedding scene, but I'm going to do an intermediary/interlude chapter. Enjoy some Obamitsu fluff.

“Mitsuri,” Obanai said and kissed her temple. She snuggled into his arms. “We have to get up now,” he said and rubbed her upper arms. His lover grumbled lightly before opening her eyes. 

“Why can’t we have five more minutes?” Mitsuri asked sleepily. 

“Because you said that five minutes ago,” Obanai reminded her. She pouted like a child being told she couldn’t have sprinkles on her ice cream. 

Mornings like these were his favorite. Lying in bed with Mitsuri until one of them had to leave for work and other errands. Watching the gentle rise and fall of her chest while he looked at the constellation of freckles over her cheeks. “Come on, we can’t be late and it’s already-“ he glanced at her white clock on the nightstand “-5:30. I agreed to pick up Genya.”

She kissed him lightly before separating. The morning light reflected in her eyes. He stroked her cheek. Maybe one day he would get used to the bubbling sense of love and admiration whenever she looked at him. 

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“Wedding Plans” Giyuu POV:

Something hit the back of his head. Giyuu twisted his neck to see a peach haired man standing two meters away. He was in a dark blue apron and white smocks.

“You’re in my spot,” the man said, giving Giyuu a crooked smile. Giyuu felt his lips curl up finally recognizing the man. 

“Just Sabito,” Giyuu greeted him like an old friend. Sabito had been to break through his barriers as a teenager. They knew each other for a few days, but his brief encounter meant more than words could ever express. 

“Just Giyuu,” Sabito replied and came closer. “It looks like we made it.” 

“Yeah, I guess we did,” Giyuu said. Something stirred inside seeing Sabito. Would they be two ships passing in the night again? “You’re one of the caterers?” 

“What gave it away?” Sabito picked up his apron and curtsied. Giyuu laughed lightly. “I’m helping out a friend.”

“You moonlight as a chef. Then what is your day job?” Giyuu asked. 

“It may shock you,” Sabito paused for effect, “but I sunlight as a cook.” Giyuu looked at him trying to determine if it was another joke. He still wasn’t the best at reading people. Amusement sparked in Sabito’s eyes and Giyuu found himself chuckling. 

“Is there a difference?” Giyuu asked. Sabito raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, three letters.” Sabito elbowed Giyuu’s shoulder. 

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“Wedding Plans” Spoilers under the cut.

“How long have you known?” Obanai asked. Kyojuro’s face softened. The embodiment of fire smiled plainly, but it failed to light his eyes. The usual bonfire nothing more than embers.

“Since we adopted you,” Kyojuro confessed. “Before mom died, I started having the dreams. I thought they were fun at first. I was a superhero killing demons, what boy wouldn’t be thrilled about that?” Kyojuro ran a hand through his hair and the smile fell. “Then I dreamt of mom dying and two days later she passed away. The night of her death, I dreamt of her last words to me, ‘Take care of your father and brothers.’” Obanai’s brows narrowed. 

“Before you ask she didn’t say brother, she said ‘brothers’. I told Dad about my dream and he brushed it off as a coping mechanism and a mistake. It wasn’t. I realized that when Dad brought you home. In our past life, you were rescued before mom died. She adopted you.” Kyojuro breathed in deeply.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Obanai asked. His brother covered his mouth and laughed lightly. 

“I did. Flame Boy was my way of saying something, but no one realized it,” Kyojuro explained. “I never hid who Flame Boy was. If you had had the dreams starting when we met, you would have known…I waited for years for someone to recognize me. You, Sanemi, Tengen, Kanae, and then Mitsuri. None of you remembered our lives.” He shut his eyes and clenched his fist. 

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Mitsuri looks so cute! I can’t wait to see the full image! Thank you! I’m excited for you to meet him and going to the con! You deserve to treat yourself! 🥰

in approximately 13 days,I will be meeting Obanai’s English V/A at an anime con and honestly,I don’t have the words to describe how excited I am. This experience-just being able to attend is such a blessing because I FINALLY am doing something for me🥹being surrounded by cool people who enjoy the same things I like.🙂 I just can’t wait lol 😅

But.. Here’s a Mitsuri snippet,I made this for @reallypleasanttree but I promised myself I’d show the finished result after the con👀🤍🖤🐍💕🍡✨