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I love Mitsuri Kanroji. 🩷💚

I love how she carries the most represented aspects of feminity like a sweet voice, pink aesthetic, interest in love/marriage, kind-heartedness, elegance, and gentleness. While simultaneously being a total badass, super powerful, physically strong and someone who loves to eat (traits that are usually not considered feminine).

Usually, in fiction, if women are badasses, they're given traits like aloofness, black clothes, cold harsh voice, poor emotional intelligence, etc because apparently strength can only be embodied through rejection of feminity (and embracing stereotypical masculinity). I love how Mitsuri is not created like that.

She's designed like a damsel in distress but she plays the role of a hero instead.

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And then they made pancakes 🥺✨

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may all your favorite fanfic writers never lose their hyperfixation and love for your blorbos so they keep writing fanfics about your blorbos forever

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Me, reading my fic drafts: Damn this is pretty good, when's the author gonna finish it?

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In another life

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Wedding Plans Epilogue part II snippet. Married Domestic Obamitsu

“So what do you want to tell them?” Mitsuri asked, looking up at him. They were still in bed. Obanai was sitting up with his back against the headboard. Mitsuri’s head laid on his lap. 

“I’m not sure,” he said. His hand trailed down to her stomach. She wore a loose thin night shirt along with shorts covered in cats. 

“What would you want to hear?” She asked. His wife pulled up the hem to expose her belly. His fingers trailed over the skin before resting on her waist line. 

“They can’t hear yet,” Obanai said logically. This exercise was for his own anxiety around becoming a father. When he was a child what did he want his father to tell him? At times, he wondered how his life could have been different if Akira decided to stay. He wanted someone to protect him. 

“What about giving them a nickname?” Mitsuri suggested. “Little bean, moon pie, honey, baby-“ he stiffened at the last one. Mitsuri winced. “Sorry, I wasn’t thinking,” she said, rubbing his arm. 

“It’s fine,” he sighed. “It’s a good idea, but nothing conventional. My mother used too many of them.” She nodded and stuck out the tip of her tongue in thought. Obanai watched her face and her eyes seemed to light up. 

“You call me the sun, right? What if you called them sunlight, little ray-“ Mitsuri covered her mouth and let out a squeal. “Sunny!” Her excitement comforted him. His wife leaned her head back in his lap.

“Sunny,” he tested the nickname as he stroked her stomach. It was still smooth and relatively flat. No one would guess she was pregnant. Perhaps it would be easier to talk to them when Mitsuri started to show. 

“I don’t know what to say,” he started, glancing around their bedroom. One hand rested over her stomach. His other hand started tapping the sheets. “You can’t hear me now, but I want you to have what I didn’t. Security, affection, warmth, friends, safe dreams-Fucking Hell, just a dream.”

“Language!” Mitsuri raised one hand up in mock horror before breaking into a smile. His hand moved from her stomach to her sides in order to tickle her. His wife giggled more and tried to push his hand away. 

“Nope, not a chance,” he teased her as he continued tickling her sides. Mitsuri rolled to her side to escape and he snaked his other arm in front of her chest to bring her towards him. 

“Oba! I’m pregnant now, you can’t be mean to me.” She rotated her head and stuck her tongue out in defiance. Obanai paused his attack and held her. He pressed his lips to the nape of her neck and laid his forehead on her shoulder. 

“I hope our kid is as bratty as you are,” he murmured. “I want them to know they can be a kid. Be silly, be bratty, and be ornery. They can just be themselves and know their parents will love them no matter what.” 

Mitsuri settled between his legs as he adjusted his arms around her torso. She crossed her arms over his. A new life rested underneath. 

“They’ll know,” Mitsuri said reassuringly.  🫠🫠🫠

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Came here to tell all my fellow ao3 writers to write that thing you think no one else wants to read. I’ve been writing a fic that I was so sure no one would gaf about and the whole time I was working on it I was internally like “yeah this sucks,” only to get the sweetest compliment on my writing style after posting it. I promise you there is someone out there who will match your freak with whatever it is you’re hesitating to post

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🩷💚🤍🖤

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Reblog to give prev the power to write their fanfiction

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Not to be that person, but do you an idea of when you’ll have chapter 28 out? (>_<)

Hopefully, it’ll be out in the next two weeks. I’m currently writing their wedding scene ☺️ it’s about 8.8 k words so far

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Obanai Iguro and Mitsuri Kanroji falling into the Infinity Castle

Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba Infinity Castle (2025)

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Wedding Plans epilogue blurb.

“You act like you haven’t seen me in years,” she said. The cat meowed and pushed his head into her hand. Mitsuri chuckled before she stood. “Oba?” Her voice echoed down the hall. No response. Maybe he was taking a shower and couldn’t hear her. She walked down the hall towards their bedroom. Obanai laid on the bed still in his work clothes, which made her tilt her head. 

“Hey,” Mitsuri said and sat down beside him. “You didn’t say anything when I called. Are you feeling okay?” She rested her hand over his forehead to check his temperature. No fever. His blue and gold eyes flicked up, but he wasn’t looking at her. “Obanai?” She asked again the fear rising in her voice. 

“No,” Obanai answered. He bit the inside of his cheek. “It’s the anniversary of my family’s deaths. I thought I would be fine. I thought I was done. I thought I was better than this.” His tone lowered as he gestured to himself and the bed. Obanai tried to focus on his fiance’s face, but it was covered by a cloud of fog. 

“You are,” Mitsuri reminded him, “but today is different. You’re allowed to have your down days.  It’s part of being human. As long as they are not everyday. If they are, we can figure it out together.” Her hand moved to his cheek and she caressed his scars. “Do you want to talk about it?” Mitsuri asked. He was quiet before shaking his head. 

“Can you just lay here with me?” He nearly pleaded.

“Of course,” Mitsuri replied as she leaned down to lay beside him. Until Obanai was ready to talk, she could be present as Dr. Ubuyashiki suggested. “I’m not going anywhere,” she whispered. She scooted closer so their noses almost touched.

“Thank you,” Obanai breathed and pulled her closer. 

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Not me no scoping this last year /sort of/

Obamitsu drabble post finale

The calm before the storm. Obanai told Sanemi all of the training they endured was the calm before the storm. A harbinger of the times ahead. Why did he have to be right? The sensation of impending doom as he dashed towards the Ubuyashiki Manor. The smell of gunpowder, fire, smoke, blood, and human flesh burning filled his nostrils. His eyes widened as he was met with the sight of Muzan, the Demon King. 

All of the other Hashira were here and everyone made their move at the same time. Everyone was in sync and ready to strike the demon. His grip tightened over the hilt as he prepared his first form. Kaburamaru hissed in response. 

Out of nowhere the strings of a biwa were struck and a trapdoor appeared beneath his feet. He fell just like he had inside the castle Sanemi and he visited months ago. Lanterns illuminated the hallways, columns, floors, landings, and other structures that crafted the castle. His head turned to the side as he took in the sight. Hundreds of demons peered out of the doors and windows. Their beady eyes were predatory and waiting for him and the rest of the Hashira to drop to the floor. The fall would kill them if they were not prepared. If this demon filled castle was to be his end he would welcome it. 

Now he felt himself weightless, suspended in the air. His pinstripe haori flew around him. Kaburamaru coiled tighter around his neck to ensure they stayed together. All of this would have been fine except when he looked upward he saw Mitsuri falling above him. 

No.

Obanai understood the type of future he was entitled to. None. But Mitsuri? She had the whole world before her. A family waiting at home. Those who loved her dearly and would miss her if she perished. His insides twisted painfully. 

Not her. 

He reached up with a trembling hand as if he could grab hold of her haori. They were falling indefinitely, unable to stop what was to come. There was no way to protect her. Who knew it would happen like this?

The storm was here and the end was near.

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Demon Slayer Infinity Castle Spoilers! Do not look below if you don’t want it spoiled.

😭 They’re reaching for each other. The desperation in their eyes and the hands grasping the air. I can’t. I can’t wait to see this in person. I am dragging my partner to the movies wearing my Obamitsu shirt or maybe my Shinobu outfit.

Blurbo based on scene:

Obanai suspended in the air. His haori flapped around him and Kaburamaru clung tighter around his neck. A door trap sprung from nothing and the string of a biwa pinged. It was an endless night. The evening sky disappeared as he descended to Hell. Columns, rooms, bridges, windows, and displaced buildings rose and fell indiscriminately. There was no sense or reasoning to this place. It was infinite. 

He turned his head to the left. Beady black eyes peered beyond the open windows and doors. Monstrous creatures with six arms and distorted features. They all seemed to merge into one as he couldn’t focus on one before losing sight. If the fall did not kill him then the demons would. He could accept his fate if he took out as many demons as possible.

Looking up, Obanai bit the inside of his cheek as another person came into view. A white haori floated around the person like a halo. 

Kanroji-San. 

She screamed into the void. Her fear was palpable as she spun in the air. Why did it have to be her? There was only certain death here. She didn’t deserve it. None of this. The Snake Hashira spread his arms out hoping to slow his fall.

“Kanroji-San!” He yelled over her screams. “Calm down!” She paused and flipped to face him letting her instincts take over. 

“Iguro-San!” Mitsuri yelled. Wind whipped past them. He extended his left arm towards her as she reached for him. Her eyes were watery, but there was determination beneath the surface. They reached for each other again, missing by centimeters. 

Please. Obanai pleaded with whatever gods that may exist to let him protect her. To keep her safe for as long as he could. Please. 

He reached again and this time grasped onto her forearm. Her hand found his arm a second later. Their eyes locked and he could have swore he saw a flicker of light behind her green eyes. She still had hope.

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Obamitsu fluff

“We should move in together,” Mitsuri blurted out. She laid back in the bed to stare at her ceiling. “I mean, we’re spending every weekend at your place. When I come back to my house it doesn’t feel right because you’re not here. I like waking up beside you. I like making a grocery list with you. I like playing rock, paper, scissors to decide who is going to vacuum or clean the bathroom. I like knowing when I come home you’ll be there waiting for me with a delicious meal. Tonkatsu, ramen, curry, soba, mochi, yakitori-” Now her mouth was watering. 

“So, you want to move in because I cook for you?” Obanai teased her. She shook her head even though he could not see her. 

“No, that’s not what I mean,” Mitsuri denied, her voice rising slightly. “I do like when you make me food, but it’s the meaning behind it. It shows how you pay attention to my preferences and care enough to remember them. You’ve always been thoughtful and I love that about you.” She fiddled with the tips of her hair.