Organizational Banners: Part 1 (Light Ver.)

Relationships: (not really there but still somewhat mentioned) Iguro Obanai/Kanroji Mitsuri

Characters: Kanroji Mitsuri, Iguro Obanai, (mentioned) Rengoku Kyoujurou, (mentioned) Kaburamaru (we can't forget our favorite snake!)

Pronouns: Mitsuri (she/her), Iguro (they/them)

Prompts: lovegender!Mitsuri (with agender Iguro!)

Additional: Fluff, small smidge of angst (so much so that i don't think it counts as such)

A/N: my first writing post! i don't really know how tumblr posts work. this is my first small writing project that i have ever finished, yayayay! i hope you enjoy!

DNI: anti xenogender, n$fw blogs, lgbtq phobic, racist, abliest, and all that

Mitsuri never really understood how people talked about their gender. She knew, objectively that she was a girl. But, at the same time, she wasn't. Yes, she felt feminine, yes she liked cutesy and girly things. But she didn't really always feel like a girl.

Iguro-san gets it. Iguro-san told her multiple times when it was just the two of them (well, three, with Kaburamaru), that Iguro-san never really felt like a man. She then asked Iguro-san if they felt like a woman, and they responded that, no, they felt more like neither, or, more specifically, like they did not have a gender.

Ever since that conversation, Mitsuri has been doing her best to gender Iguro-san correctly whenever it was just them. And she also made it clear that when (or if) they came out, she would punch every person who disrespected them, which had then evolved into a small crying session from both parties, and she promised not to tell anyone about it.

But, now that she knew that she wasn't alone, it made her heart feel light and full of love.

She remembered a conversation that she had had with Rengoku-san, before his passing. One about her breathing technique. Love Breathing.

He had asked her why and how she had created her breathing after a feeling. At first, she didn't know how to respond. She simply breathed the way that felt the most natural to her. The way that felt most like her. And, now that she thought about it, she understood.

The way that felt more like her. Her very being was love. She felt love for everyone, (well, except demons. (Nezuko did not count, as she was far more human than any demon she had ever met)). And, what she had always thought was what she was supposed to be, was instead love.

Her very being is love.

She didn't need to be referred to as a girl, woman, or anything like that. Because, whenever Iguro-san referred to her as 'love' she felt content. And nothing else mattered.

ME! RAISES HAND! ME!

who wwants to see my newest art wip

Having internet friends is an experience. Did you eat today? I can’t believe your sister hasn’t apologized yet, what a bitch. Drink a glass of water right now. Want to see a cat picture? I love you. I know you better than your parents. I don’t know your name. I’m having a rough day, can you talk to me about your favorite videogame? I love you. Good morning means good night means good afternoon means go to sleep. Here’s a doodle I made in class. I’m stealing your clothes as we speak, they’re so pretty. I love you. I love your pet. What does your hair look like? I’d love to see that weird leaf. I love you. I’m making you your favorite food. Thank you for holding my secrets for me. I love you. We’re having a coffe date. I love you. I’m giving you a screen-sized hug. I love you. I love you. I love you.

Rose made them bestie bracelets!!!

i redownloaded the sims to make this

inspo from this pic

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

Y’all my favorite headcanon that I saw is that Aizawa is quiet and barely talks when he’s in public, but when he’s at home he just goes to yap town w/ his husband :*)

WHATS THE URL OF YOUR PERCY JACKSON BLOG

@percy-rp-jackson !!

April and her fools UwU

In France April fools is called “poisson d’avril” which translates to “fish of April” ! The French tradition is to cut out paper fish and stick them to peoples backs without them knowing as a small prank.

*whisper* that’s why April has a fish on her screen *wink wink *

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Shinsou Hitoshi

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Shinsou Hitoshi

Pronouns: Katsuki (he/him), Hitoshi (they/them)

Prompts: a nose kiss

Additional: Fluff, nose kiss, FLUFF NO ANGST!!!

Author's Note: RAAAAAAH, I love BakuShin!!! They're so funny to me!! Also,, Apollo?? Posting on its main account?? it's more likely than you think!

Updated note: I am so sorry!! I did not know the original word I had used for this is a slur! So, thanks to an anon who told me, I changed the word! So nothing really changed other than the name of the kiss!

"Hitoshi?" Katsuki grumbled, putting his sweaty palms on his closed eyes, lightly rubbing the tiredness away.

"Hmm?"

"It's nearly midnight, go to sleep."

Hitoshi adjusted themself to be able to look at Katsuki while still being able to play on their console.

"I know." They put one hand on Katsuki's hair. "Go to sleep if you're tired."

Katsuki sighed. "Come on, Eye Bags. I don't want to sleep alone."

"Is the Bakugou Katsuki asking me, an extra, to sleep with him?"

Katsuki 'tch'-ed, before throwing a pillow that had fallen on the floor at them. The bastard smirked.

Hitoshi went to say something, but held themself back at the sight of the other. Katsuki was holding back a yawn, his eyes misty from lack of sleep.

He was right, it was pretty late. And Katsuki usually went to bed at 8:20 pm.

Was he really waiting for them to finish their game? Hitoshi smiled.

"How about this? I finish this part and then I go to sleep."

"You said the same thing thirty minutes ago..."

"I pinky promise?" Hitoshi put their pinky up, and waved their hand that used to be in his hair in front of him, right in his face.

Katsuki rolled his eyes, swatting away their hand from his face. But he still linked his pinky with theirs, finalising their promise.

"Now you better hurry the fuck up, got it Mind Fuck?"

Hitoshi let out a chuckle. They came in close to Katsuki, then rubbed the tips of their noses together.

"What the fuck?!" Katsuki blinked a few times, surprised. "The hell was that?"

"A nose kiss. Never heard of it?"

"No the fuck I didn't? And what the hell even is a nose kiss?"

"It's just rubbing our noses together. To warm up the tip of your nose." They tilted their head to the right. "Your parents never did that with you?"

"Why? Sensei's doing it to you?"

Hitoshi rolled their eyes. "Sensei's not my dad."

"Mhm. Go tell that to Half-N-Half. I bet he'd totally believe you."

"Anyway!" Hitoshi leaned in quickly, before getting back into their initial position, leaned against the bedframe and both hands holding the handheld console.

Katsuki groaned at the small kiss his partner had given him, but went back to his sleeping position still.

"Bastard..." he mumbled as he closed his eyes.