#WHAT DO YOU *MEAN* THEY WERENT X GENDER IN CANON?????

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BLOSSOMKIT IS A GIRL?!?!

SINCE? FUCKING? WHEN?!?!

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yo wsg

Been checkin your account for a while now and your stuff is real damn cool. I was wondering if youd be willing to take an ask abt shinobu and a gn reader who was previously the sisters younger (biological) sibling . Like 2 years younger than shinobu that, when their parents were killed ofc like in canon they got injured and passed out , but inthe shock and shit when himejima came they all thought they were dead (i know himejimas heightened senses so id think their heart was barely beating and it could be confused w another sound? To try and justify) and left . Ibthink what im yk is that when shinobu becomes a hashira she accidentally founds her sibling . Who thought was dead is actually thebsound hashiras tsugoku . I feel like the fact they thought they werent alive and how close in reach they were and didnt notice would be very conflicting .

If you dony wanna tis okay

Hello, hello!

Thank you so much anon! It means to so much to me to have you wandering my page. I’m not entirely sure how I ended up with so many Shinobu requests, but I’m so grateful for each and every ask. I hope as the series is animated, there will be more attention to all of the Hashira. Thank you for entrusting me with this ask—I hope I did it justice.

Within Reach | Shinobu Kocho

Word Count: 2517

Setting: Shinobu Kocho x gn!reader (sibling fic!/reader is a lost Kocho sibling/Sound Hashira’s tsuguko)

Content Warning(s): minor spoilers (training arc + Kocho background), mentions of blood/gore, loss, death

Summary: following the defeat of two upper moons, all available Demon Slayers have been beckoned to training under the care of the Hashiras. The rare opportunity to train the medics of the Butterfly Estate, leads Kocho to memories, and a sibling that she had believed death had claimed.

A/N: I felt that the wielder being a tsuguko of Uzui would indicate a smaller hand to hand knife, and rely upon speed. I also felt that a breath that utilizes music would be a great branch off from Sound Breathing, and I was really, really tempted to do a Breath of Jikata. However, as the reader is gender neutral, I worried that it would lean too far towards a feminine, or fem!reader. Because of this, I have chosen Breath of Hogaku (folksong)—expect to see Breath of Jikata at a later date. [image is not mine! all credit goes to the artist]

Bandages weaved over fingers, and forearms. Touched upon foreheads, and danced across thighs, Shinobu’s own stamina was growing weary from the lack of break. The training bound across the Slayer Corps had waged far and wide, and the retired Sound Hashira had been anything but forgiving. Shinobu had suspected as much, for what little of his background he boasted of, she had been able to deduct that the training inflicted upon the ranks would be brutal, but necessary. Though she lacked the proper strength to engage in the hand-to-hand combat, the Insect Hashira understood that in regards to heightening the battle prowess for the war to come, she was not a likely candidate. The unique aspect to her breathing technique had more than disqualified her as an instructor. The best the needle wielder could hope to do was wage emotional warfare in the hopes to reinforce emotional and mental states, but the reality remained that her tongue could inflict more harm than good. So rather than verbally assault anyone, well at least openly, she had seized the opportunity to reinforce a training of her own sorts amongst the physical strain. The wide variety of abrasions ranging from light scathing to deep wounds, risks of infection, shattered bones, concussions and the likes, ensured an opportunity to increase the capabilities of the young members of the Butterfly Estate; though she would never openly confess to Kanao, Shinobu wanted to ensure her protégés wound remain a pillar after her passing. An inevitable fate that awaited her as the last of her biological line, her parents and youngest sibling having passed in her formative years, followed her older sister in death. Yes, the Insect Pillar had adapted the training to ensure that those she left behind would have the tools to survive. To remain. To live.

                Aoi Kanzaki had more than proven herself capable, the blanched cloth snagged over her adjusted uniform. The sweat of her brow drawn and the height of her blue eyes focused. Her quick response and steadfast nature had only stumbled a few times upon this training endeavor; fair enough, some of the wounds inflicted by Uzui were… creative. His laughter regenerating Aoi in moments of exhaustion, the distant memory of his near abduction of her eliciting her stubborn response. If left to her own devices, she may even be tempted to strangle him should he need medical care. Such moments of befuddled were quickly remedied. She had always been a fast learner, as well as a reliable caretaker. The three youngest members of the estate had noticeably fatigued. Half of Sumi’s hair had been unbound from her ponytails, the blue butterfly clip barely clinging to the frays of her hair. While the green motif of Naho’s hair had remained untouched, the smear of dirt and sweat, muddled against her cheek and the white of her dress from her fumble down the mountain side was in great company with the strain of Kiyo’s pink sash that had been tied to her waste half torn and ragged. The collar had fallen open upon her neck as though she had been shaken. Not that any such subordinates would dare with Shinobu overseeing their efforts. Her hand guiding the practice wrappings of the formative members. Their progress evident, and gaining traction despite their noticeable exhaustion. Uzui had kept them busy, and with the Hashira matches having taken place, they had been more than set up for a variety of inflictions.

                The draw of your blade, noticeably smaller than your opponents drew Kocho’s attention from the wrappings between her fingers. Metal released from its sheath, harmonious as a melody. A distant song from a forgotten memory she could not place. Your voice, loud and bold had drawn her gaze. Muichiro only slightly taller than you, but equally as frail in stature. His long hair flushed in the wind carried the poise of your blade, a match not to be missed from what she could gather from the onlookers humming. Their excitement and eagerness to witness to the scuffle radiating, drawing quite the crowd and spectacle.  To be expected, her information of the ranks had long since indicated your capabilities. Few could draw the attention of the former Sound Hashira, let alone receive the honor of tsuguku. Though this was the first time she had the opportunity to appraise you for herself—long missions had kept introductions from her for quite some time, and admittedly, she had dodged introductions as well. Anyone who could garnish Uzui’s instruction was likely cut from similar material, and in this moment, she could see small resemblances that trembled her resolve.

                Raven hued strains of hair that ruffled in the wind. As though the feathers of a bird, crpped near the ears, and meticulously maintained. Luscious and well cared for in appearance, thick enough to draw the envy of any woman. Piercing lilac eyes that met over long eye lashes crafted from the gods, telling traces of a kokeshi doll. The saturation giving way to peculiar shades of purple. No, not quite violet, nor were they pink in tone. A hushed shade of fuchsia the ends of your bangs, to the traces of your locks that met at your neck reminiscent the petals of tree fuchsia. The draw of your lilac eyes excited and bold as you declared your intentions to meet the Mist Hashira in combat. The offset of age almost humorous in the way you composed yourself, eager as the grin that met your lips. Noticeably older than your opponent, and quickly dismissed by the younger swordsman. “Uzui’s nincompoop,” Muichiro had sighed before the callous of his hand met the ito of his handle. Still against the jostle of the crowd, both of you matched eye to eye. The first to draw none other than the Mist Hashira, quick to dispose of you and move onto the next challenger. The draw of your footing quick in the evade, unable to draw upon an opening as Muichiro’s blade met your own.  Footing crossed, delicate as you weaved through the well trained swordman’s precise grades. Mixed match speed, as the retiree Hashira’s tsuguko drawing the praise of the boisterous man. Shinobu could only fathom the training the man had etched into your bones. Nor did she really wish to inquire. The trio of girls voices gasped and shrilled in the way they leaned forward. The rare slip of their own age drawing a warm smile from the Insect Hashira as she allowed the medic camp to enjoy their time as spectators. More than content to observe her self.

                “Your footing has improved, but your grasp is loose,” Muichiro observed. “You’re predictable, too.”

                Blade against dagger. Seized opportunities to attempt to slide as close to the swordsman as the chances arose. Almost tactless in the way you attempted to seize the opportunity, allowing him the opportunity to parry your blade quickly and efficiently.  Practically toyed into the palm of his hand, guided across the layout. Your speed the only warrant that kept the swordsman on his toes, having underestimated the pace you had mastered. Sigh of annoyance, nor hint of sweat touched upon Muichiro’s features. “First Form: Teru-Teru-Bozu, Teru Bozu.” Caught by surprise, the unfamiliar tone shift. The caught of the swordsman gaze only active at the melodious press of your lips. “ashita tenki ni shite o-kure,” a smile delicate and weaved, slip of a tongue as enchanting as the words tumbled from your lips, and shattered her heart. “Itsuka no yume no sora no yo ni,” distant memories. Some touchable, no faint. “Haretara kin no suzu ageyo,” rain dolls weaved as your parents soothed your small frame. The touch of fuchsia painted upon a small child’s features. “teru-teru-bozu, teru bozu,” The flip of your frame, the sight of your back to her now. The small child who had eagerly reached for Kanae, the small whelp of tears that clung to the ends of your long eyelashes. Her warm giggle as she brushed your hair from your eyes, the same hands that desperately sought her comfort now wielding a blade. “watashi no negai wo kilta nara.” Your movements swift as a song, as longing for sunlight on a rainy day. Fluid as a dance, oh how you used to dance to mother’s songs as she hung the laundering. “Amai O-sake wo tanto nomasho,” fingers that gripped your dagger toes that tipped around the taller swordsman fluid as a melody. How your fingers had clutched the edges of her sleeves, tugged upon them in the dead of a winter night before slipping into the bedding. “teru-teru-bozu, teru bozu,” the resolve undeniable weaved into the tint of your eyes, the once sweet touch of beni imo. How you had looked to her when the children in the neighborhood had teased you.  No more capable of fending for yourself, she had elicited justice in her rage. Evidence of that same child bleached from your essence, grounded and capable. “teru-teru-bozu, teru bozu,” the blood had stained the earth. Shattered her existence, ripped her from her home, and the peaceful world she had known. H-her mother’s scream. “ashita tenki ni shite o-kure,” no, no your father had relinquished his life. Tried his best to shield his family, slaughtered in a moment. Horror, how your mother had clutched your small form to her breast, the blood that had radiated from you flesh. The sickening crunch of bonest, your wailing silenced and lsot to the earth. “sore de mo kumotte naitetara,” K-Kanae had checked, soothed your lifeless body to her chest. Himejima- Himejima had evaluated your vital signs. The Stone Hashira had prayed over your corpse, had entrusted your burial to the villagers. H-How had—Lazarus Syndrome. Echoed across her thoughts, practically robbed her of her senses. A term she had come across in a foreign medical book. Rattled her bones. “Sonata no kubi wo chan to kiru zo.”

                Metal screeched, fended and blocked. The dance of mist that had met song, elusive as a siren’s wail.  Shattered against a dagger before finding a solid mark into your arm. Not enough to inflict permeant damage, nor retire you from duty, but as the first to draw blood, Muichiro had succeeded in the match. The victor sheathing his blade, turquoise eyes that had once been listless and bored, now interested to meet your lilac gaze. The shuffle of bows, the plop of your bottom before the medical tint as your eyes appraised the depth of damage the Mist Hashira had inflicted. The knot that had formed in her throat as you sat before her, oblivious to the way her eyes traced you. Traced out memories, etched out childhood fondness. How she had sworn you annoyed her to no end, the small scuffles Kanae had been left to sort out when your parents were immersed in work.  The small scuff of a scar, that scar. She had gifted you so many years ago, carved it into your cheek. Marred your delicate face, in a tussle over a simple pinwheel toy. [YN]. Fought her senses and decorum. Understood duty, defined its necessities in the way the Insect Hashira’s quivering fingers found the bandages at her side.  Trembled at the grasp of your sliced training clothing. Delicate, and tremoring as she peeled back the layers. Blood, your blood. Forced the purse of air as she steeled herself. Demanded her attention. To disinfect. To bind the bleeding. It wasn’t fatal—she understood it was nothing more than the casualty of sparing. Yet, she could not cease the quiver of her frail fingers, nor silence the unceremonious way she near choked upon her own spit as her plum eyes met your own, curious. So, unaware. Trembled her resolve in the tilt of your head, gauged her reaction. So. Fucking. Stupid. As younger siblings often were, no, no. she reprimanded herself, you were a child. A small child. D-did you even remember her? K-Kanae, h-had you forgotten her? “Lady Kocho, are you alright?”

                The formality that tore the final blow. Seared her, branded her distance. Revealed the horrors of that fateful day when your family had been torn asunder. Shreds of the Kocho clan left danced upon the wind. Oh, gods above, they had left your corpse—no, left you to be raised by strangers. By Uzui.  The wide of her eyes, and tears that threatened to fall from her bottom lashes, the confusion touched upon your face. How could she ever explain, no did she even have the right to? W-where you happy as you were? Unaware. The small sniffle that found her slender nose, and the compulsion that found her soft smile despite the aching knot of her heart. The way her fingers slipped between the folds of your hair, patted and soothed. K-Kanae had told her how to do this once, a life time ago. When Shinobu had mistakenly snatched your ginger root. Your older sister had guided her, demonstrated how to sooth the end of your hairs in the way you favored. Offered a dumpling to substitute your stolen bite, now reflected in the way she touched upon your head. The wrinkle of your brow, “Miss Kocho?”

                “Y-yes,” The Insect Hashira lamented. Distant memories sweet as they were bitter. Familiar as they were distant, as the child who she had mourned unlike the adult before her. Unexpected, and yet, anticipated in the way life trudges forward. Contemplated the verge of death, and edged upon her heart. To be allowed the opportunity to sooth you as once loved. The ease of your shoulders, and the small blushed that caught your cheeks. Muddled in your thoughts and her actions, there is the child I know. The tease of her smile, in one that only an older sister could provide a younger sibling.

“Yes, I’m alright now.”

[exocynraku]

hiii breezepelt for the take game?

i love this guy also hi june

sexuality headcanon - he hasnt figured it out yet (unlabeled)

gender/pronouns headcanon - he/it

rate them out of ten - 9/10

favorite thing about them - his evilness and the funny dynamics i can come up with him and other characters like lionblaze and harestar and tigerheartstar and ivypool

least favorite thing about them - the fact they unevilled him. what the hell ERINS. also i dont like when he beat up jayfeather that was dumb

why i first started liking/disliking them - i thought he was so funny when i read the books he started being important in he is so. stupid. i love my son

do i relate/project onto/kin them? - yes a little bit

favorite quote/moment - "I know very well what you might think about me. But in my opinion, some warriors in other Clans are just looking for a reason to fight. Doesn't that make them just as much of a threat to our day-to-day lives as the cats who once trained with — or even fought for — the Dark Forest?"

my fav ship - breezepelt x harestar x tigerheart

my fav platonic friendship - breezepelt & ivypool i KNOW they werent friends in the dark forest but i like to imagine theyre friends now

a ship i hate - breeze x ivy

do i prefer canon or fanon? FAAANONNNN! 100%!

random headcanon - him & dovewing were friends before she moved away

what color do i picture them as - yellow and very very dark redish black

cat breed headcanon - hes kinda just a normal guy i dont have a cat breed for him

unpopular opinion - stop hating on him he is my son do not be mean to him hes going to cry ... stop it...

things i associate with them - fangs & claws and yellow eyed black cats (boring i know sorry)

song i associate with them - final girl by graveyardguy and slayyyter

favorite MAP/PMV/AMV with them - ameila bothes don't do sadness part. not the whole map just that one part

[wheel-deal]

Wheel !!! Hello!!!! :D Odd numbered questions, plus 2 and 16?

2. what are your pronouns? They/Them! but i understand people will call me she/her. im not that dysphoric about it it, but being called gender neutral stuff makes me <3

3. what is your gender presentation like?

I appear very woman like. I have big breasts and long hair. but i love dressing more masc. Super loud button up shirts are my new fav!!

5. what makes you feel validated?

When my boyfriend calls me his partner. >x< 

7. favorite trans meme/bit of trans humor?

uuuuh idk. Thanks i chose my name myself or just owning things with trans in it. we own all transportation.

8. how did you pick your name? (answering this one bc i want to) i am just.... a name collector. i go by wheel, wheels here on tumblr. i have another username i use more than wheels but want to keep that separate from and off tumbr. at home i go by my birthname, but i have a name ive preferred since i was very little. Also when im given a name tag i often write BOB. Bob was my grandfathers name and i just like it. When i go to summer camp im always BOB. Also a name ive been fond of for a long time is Atlas. I think if i was a little more brave id go by Atlas, but for now i go by all the other ones.

9. what does your name mean? kinda hard to answer this one without giving my other names. but wheel-deal came from a particularly punny group chat. and i wanted to be the real-deal and im in a wheelchair :> I explained why i like BOB. I remember in my elementary school library they had this GIANT set of Atlases which is where i first saw the word, and i relate to the character Atlas holding the world on his shoulders... My other user name is my dads old college nickname. my mom passed it on to be when i was little trying to come up with a username for webkins or something xD. As for my preferred name i use irl now... i just always liked the sound of it. when my best friend and i would play make believe i would always use this name.  

11. recent happy trans moment?

not really other than my boyfriend calling me partner unprompted. normally i have to remind him or prompt him to call me partner so that really made me cry 

13. favorite canon trans character? (alt: 2nd favorite trans headcanon?) I dont think i watch many things with cannon trans characters unfortunately. The only one i can think of is Naomi? from Sense8 on netflix. But i love the headcannons of danny fenton (danny phantom), Jim Hawkins (treasure planet, fav movie), and Lars (steven universe)

15. favorite trans celebrity? All of the ones in POSE ?!

16. song that gives you Big Trans Feels? prob Im still here from treasure planet. 

I am a question to the world, Not an answer to be heard Or a moment that's held in your arms. And what do you think you'd ever say? I won't listen anyway… You don't know me, And I'll never be what you want me to be. And what do you think you'd understand? I'm a boy, no, I'm a man. You can't take me and throw me away.

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And I want a moment to be real, Wanna touch things I don't feel, Wanna hold on and feel I belong. And how can the world want me to change? They're the ones that stay the same. They don't know me, 'Cause I'm not here. And you see the things they never see All you wanted, I could be Now you know me, and I'm not afraid And I wanna tell you who I am Can you help me be a man? They can't break me As long as I know who I am

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They can't tell me who to be, ‘Cause I'm not what they see. Yeah, the world is still sleepin', While I keep on dreamin' for me. And their words are just whispers And lies that I'll never believe.

17. something you wish you could tell your younger self?

gosh. idk. all those feelings of maybe i should be a boy werent quite accurate, but all those feelings of not being a girl 100% were. and that being a tomboy will hurt later on when all your other tomboy friends hit puberty and go super femme. And HEY DUMMY YOU ARE ASEXUAL. you are not broken, its okay to not have crushes. hang in there. you will figure yourself out eventually. Oh and yeah when you first wanted a binder, dont let mom talk you out of it. 

19. (how) does your gender relate to your sexuality?

AHAHAHAHAHA lets not open that can of worms bc thinking about this makes me cry a lot and question everything. Simply im here, im queer. i have a lot of love in my heart and polyamory is nice.

21. what makes you feel euphoric?

idk if i have felt real euphoria. but the feeling when i dress more masculine while still enjoying my long hair is pretty nice. makes me smile and feel more confident

23. claim something as trans culture.

uuuh baking? transformers? embroidered patches? idk my thude

25. what's your favorite part of being trans?

the same thing i love about being ace, the PUNS!!!

[groundramon]

For the send a character... Pidge?

First impressionMy first experience with Pidge was seeing her on the front page of Wysp.  I liked the art and the character looked cool, but I had no idea who she were (nor what her gender was because…well, that’s an entire plot point in the series lmfao) and I honestly just assumed she was an OC.  But then I saw someone else draw her and I was like “wait a minute…who is this character and what are they from bc I wanna see it” (still didnt know their gender)

Impression nowPIDGE IS EVEN BETTER WITH CONTEXT I love pidge…a lot…precious pidgeon child.  Giving a more formulated response, Pidge is in my opinion one of the two best characters from Voltron (tied with Shiro, with Allura somewhere nearby behind and Keith behind that) because she has an established motivation, backstory, and distinct flaws and good personality traits despite being a genius who isn’t a dick.  She also has quite a few personality quirks, which can do wonders to make a character more relatable even if they arent a great character (which Pidge is, but you know what I mean).  Lance and Hunk, ‘least in my opinion, dont have much in the way of motivations nor backstory.  Keith was given the barebones of a backstory in season 2, but it should’ve been established in season 1 how much he knew about his home life if they wanted to play that card.  Because right now, I dont know how much he knows/remembers.  Am I supposed to assume he has some kind of amnesia?  WHY WERENT THESE THINGS ESTABLISHED??  But this isn’t the place for my grips with 3/5ths of the voltron team lmao, so I’ll leave it at that.  I have tons more I could say, but yeah-  Pidge has the best of Lance and Hunk (can take a joke, can make a joke, has a likeable/relatable personality), the best of Shiro and Keith (one hell of a backstory, a lot of mystery and potential surrounding it, can call out Lance on his shit when need be), and the best of Allura and Coran (proper motivations, plus I’d say Allura’s a decently well-rounded character as well.  Her personality just doesnt pop as much as the paladins’.  Coran falls into the same role as Lance and Hunk, but he does have an excuse since he’s clearly a comic relief.  But Sokka was also a comic relief so that’s not a very good excuse.)

Favorite momentThat one time in the season 1 episode where she was playing with a robot while all the other paladins were talking about something important.  She seemed so happy, I love

Idea for a storyMmmmmmMMMM I’d love for Pidge’s relationships with the other paladins to be explored.  I dont really know what Pidge thinks of Keith or Lance, and the most I can do is assume her opinions of Coran, Shiro, and Hunk.  (Her opinions of Coran and Shiro are clear enough I suppose, but I’d love to see more development.  Any development of Coran is greatly welcomed, and I love Shiro and Pidge’s brother-sister relationship ;-; but the most I’ve seen of Hunk and Pidge is hanging out without any establishment of how much they like each other.  Since they’re both engineers, I can assume that they like one another, but whether they’re good friends or just kinda acquaintances is beyond me.)  I dont really have any ideas for Pidge and Keith or Pidge and Lance, since I know nothing about their opinions of one another other than Pidge likes to yell at Lance for being a flirt.  But I dont know, send them off on a mission together, make them bond damn it.  A scene developed to establishing Pidge’s relationship with Coran and/or Hunk would be pretty easy, though; maybe the three of them are working on a machine together and they have a heart-to-heart?  I dunno, something like that.  I cant think of any ideas for Shiro and Pidge’s relationship being developed either, but it’d probably have something to do with her father and brother.

Unpopular opinion…Does my opinion on Lance/Hunk/Keith that I expressed earlier in this writing count? //shot// because everyone loves Pidge and I do too so I dont think I have any unpopular opinions about her lmao

Favorite relationshipPidge and Shiro!!  Like I said, I love the brother-sister relationship that they have.  Unless this meme is referring to romantic relationship, in which case nnnnnnnnoooooonnnnneeee Pidge is 14 and everyone else is over 16 (or…I’m assuming Allura is) so no thanks (I feel sick every time I see Pidge x Shiro shipart, god, why would you taint their relationship like that-)

Favorite headcanonHonestly playing into the last one slightly, I’d have to say ace/aro-pidge |D totally a biased choice, but whatever, isnt that what headcanons are for?  But yeah, I’d be beyond happy if the series ended with Pidge not showing a lick of interest in romance.  I’m really hesitant to call a character that hasn’t flat-out said “I’m not interested in getting married or dating” ace/aro, because a character can still be straight, gay, bi, or pan without it being shown in the show.  Like 90% of my characters show no interest in romance because there’s just no room for it in my stories, but they aren’t all ace/aro (I have too many characters that I’ve decided are ace/aro or ace-spec as it stands haha, I dont need to assume more of them are just because I havent decided on a sexuality).  But even if it’s just not explored with Pidge, I’d be beyond happy with that.  But like, if they wanna explore romance with Pidge, that’s fine, who cares?  It’s just a headcanon, and you can still have a headcanon that conflicts with canon so long as you dont force it onto people (and dont force the canon onto people too).  Just…please dont make her date any of the current Voltron team?  Please?