Here is a small piece of chapter two of my fic that i have talked about before,, it might not stay in the final draft, idk, but i like it!
Right now the name of the fic is 'Is It Cold Outside?' but it might change at some point.
Todoroki Enji, most commonly known as the Number Two Hero; Endeavour, was a perfect and beloved hero. To civilians, maybe. To kids whose parents told stories of great heroes, probably. But, if you asked his family, you would get vastly different answers.
Todoroki Touya loved his father. Admired him with all of his being. He wanted to be exactly like him when he grew up. He was the eldest of four, and so, it was his responsibility to look after his siblings. But, in his heart was a dark and cold feeling that screamed at him everyday.
HELLO!!!
So,, today i drew Ace from One Piece (mostly angst,, cuz angst is best)... and I wanted to show you my art! so now there is an Art Tag,, YAY!
anyGAYs,,, I'm not at Marine Ford yet, but i do know what happens,,, so i decided to draw some good and delicious angst
TW! Scars, implied death,, angst
NOW! enjoy your meal my friends
I know, i know,, my art style isn't the best, but i just recently got back into drawing (like a week ago? i think? idk)
also, yes child ace wasn't coloured,, but I'm too lazy to do it lol
and yes,, Ace has top surgery scars cuz i said so
I'll improve my art the more i draw,, so hopefully I'll stay in my drawing phase(??)!
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.
I am currently rewriting chapter one of Is It Cold Outside? for the fourth time,,, even tho my beta reader didn't read take three yet...
But on a good note! I love the new version! It's better! And I really like it, something that I didn't think with take three...
As of today, (the day I started rewriting it), I am at 789 words! I might add a few other words before stopping for the day, but it's a good word count! I am proud of myself!
I can give myself a cookie now! (I'm kidding, I would have eaten a cookie either way!)
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.
MY FRIEND DREW THAT!!
new OC/creepypasta persona, the ribbons were just supposed to be two simple things coming from hxr back :(
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i redownloaded the sims to make this
inspo from this pic
18 y/o ~ Genderfluid ~ Cupioromantic ~ Aceflux ~ Gay/Bi/Pan (depending on my gender) ~ Polyamorous He/They/It/Sun/Sol/That
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