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jinkookspencil · 11 months

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i just don't understand | jjk

in which jungkook does not understand how someone could not have a crush on kim namjoon

description/tags: jungkook drabble / fluff / friends to lovers / ~580 words

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“I think this calls for the end of our friendship….”

If Jungkook hadn’t been lying on your couch and hugging your teddy bear with a pout on his face after laughing himself into exhaustion only minutes prior, you’d have been confused at his words, especially when said so seriously.

“It really isn’t that deep,” you laugh beside him, slapping his thigh and hopefully snapping him out of his rant.

“I just don’t know if I can trust you anymore. I definitely can’t trust your opinion, at least.”

“Jungkook…”

“I don’t get it. How the heck are you not attracted to Namjoon?”

Jungkook loved Namjoon. You, and everyone who knew Jungkook knew that fact. Even if it wasn’t in his character to constantly talk about Namjoon in admiration, which it was, his adoring stares said it all. It was, in fact, adorable. To you, that respect and appreciation he’d had for his older friend only attracted you to Jungkook himself, seeing the way he loved and learned with all his heart. But the fact of the matter remained.

Your crush had a boy crush, and once again, he was weirdly trying to convince you to join in.

“I’m just not.”

“Well, have you seen him lately? Wait, you were there when he gave that speech a couple days ago, right?”

“I was.” Namjoon eloquently delivered a very well-written speech, as usual. He did a great job.

“And? How did he look?” Jungkook asks, sitting up to face you.

“Fine? Normal? Like himself?” you shrug.

“Y/N… he bulked up... a lot...He’s huge and handsome. I try so hard at the gym and I’ll never get his build. I've shown you the album photos, right? Oh, and the album itself... You heard it! It’s... genius.”

“Are you trying to set me up with him or something?” you ask, already exhausted from the conversation.

“No,” Jungkook lets out immediately. “No…“ A moment of awkward silence passes until Jungkook finally breaks the tension. “I just figured… you’re so smart, so you must go for a guy like him. You both read.”

It was endearing that Jungkook assumed a shared hobby could be the basis of sheer compatibility. But then again, you remember all the times you’d quietly celebrated whenever you’d discovered that you and he had similar interests, your friendship and crush growing simultaneously. Plus... Jungkook was one of the smart ones himself, though he never seemed to give himself that credit.

“Namjoon looks a bit bigger, I guess. And he is a handsome guy… still not attracted to him, though.”

Jungkook furrows his brows, touching the space between them, before looking at you with wide eyes and that same pout on his face. “I… how can you just say he’s handsome, then say you’re not attracted to him?”

“Jungkook, let me break this down for you, okay? I understand why you and so many others find Namjoon attractive, okay? I get it. He’s handsome, sweet, a very smart guy, and his album is a masterpiece. Oh, and he's artistic. I’ll give you that, those are pretty much facts. But another fact is that I’m still not attracted to him.”

“Then what the hell are you attracted to?” Jungkook laughs. “Ugly, stupid, mean, untalented guys?”

“Of course not, Jungkook,” you sigh. “I like other handsome, smart, kind, respectful guys.”

“Like who?”

“Like YOU!”

This was not how you imagined confessing.

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transsextual · 1 year

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feb 2, elle emerson (@transsextual)

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utah bans gender affirming care for people under 18. / south carolina is following suit and worse. / i'd cry but i can't anymore, not like i used to. / my girlfriend tells me they're so tired but she doesn't know why – / "i wasn't even doing anything today" / our anniversary is this month. / i feel like a puppy when i see her. / i get high and rearrange my friend's fridge magnets / queer sentences cover the freezer door. / "eat the skin and hearts of men it attracts dykes" / "i kiss fags" / "feel it up partner" / "you may do it but use condom" - / we laugh about that one. we watch star trek. / their roommate calls me cool; we grew up on the same books. / another friend of mine is taking a gap year to go to brazil, relearn portugese. / the boy i dated who is now my best friend is coming up with my family in a few weeks. / we're going thrifting together on the weekend, and i / am going to try to get an extension on my paper. / dance rehearsal on sundays. / my roommates want to go to ikea. /

my uber driver mentioned his husband when i asked about his day. / i thanked him for it at the end of the ride, and he laughed and pointed out the trans flag sticker on the dash. / on my way into the clinic i think i saw him crying. / i introduced myself to the lab tech and she asked me to say my real name. / she took six vials of my blood. /

so many of my friends are named after gods. / this has to be for something.

#is this something im trying to make it something #not posting to instagram because it isnt very polished i just sat and wrote it quickly. but it feels good to have finished something #speak #writes #hall of shame

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martyrbat · 2 months

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rip to bruce but if i fumbled her i would literally kill myself

#wrote this caption before trying to figure out if the artist intended for this to be a qipao or not #settled on the fact that he did (the mandarin collar sealed it) and spent 2 hour reading a brief history of them #and terminology to try and make an accurate ID but my 'ohmygof she's so fucking hot' got QUICKLY replaced with anger #like in 1930 Shanghai there were so many designs that did feature more form fitting fabric & high side slits #theres so many general gorgeous designs with the elaborate pankous and embroidery and beading that you could of taken inspiration from #and you make it more or less a unitard. you go hm close enough just to sexualize her further #like yeah she's gorgeous my caption stands but the disrespect and disregard is so... you know.#anyways. messy little ramble over. if im bruce wayne im killing myself and also thepankou(.)com has really beginner friendly posts talking #about the history of them & different (general) region styles & the use of qipaos in different media and exhibits. also a GORGEOUS wardrobe #crypt's panels #talia al ghul

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shadebloopnik · 11 days

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"There's something else here, I just know it!"

Charlie clutches at her hair, frustration dripping as she stares down the two men before her. The others stand by the bar behind her, waiting to see how this interaction goes down. Vaggie stands by her side, her rock amidst the chaos, because she's just about had it with the two. They've met for barely a week, and yet they acted like they hated each other for decades. Each interaction conveyed a message laced with a bitter venom she could not understand, and she's just SO TIRED of all the secrets, especially ones that threatened to wreck the hotel every few hours!

"So what is it?! Why do you two hate each other so much??? You act like you've known each other for centuries and Im DONE with being kept in the dark!"

Her horns protrude, flames flaring from her hair as she levels the two with a glare. The demonic form has her girlfriend clutching tighter at her arm, and her friends backing up behind the bar.

The objects of her current irritation deflated a bit at her anger, though not without sneaking hate filled gazes at the other.

"Its nothing, Charl-"

"NO.", her voice reverberated across the walls. "Dad, I would normally not interfere with anyone's past, but not if that past hurts the hotel, hurts my people. Angel could have gotten so much more than a broken leg if I didn't step in."

Said spider flinches imperceptibly at the mention of his name. Even when he wasn't the one being scolded, Charlie could be terrifying when she wanted to be.

"You two have a past. What. Is. It."

Lucifer, for the first time since this started, visibly lost his composure, seeming at a lost for words.

"I- we.. W-we were-"

"Lovers..."

Silence, as everyone turned their gazes to the Radio Demon.

They...had to have misheard? Right?

But Alastor continued, turning his head away, smile and eyes unreadable.

"We were lovers."

Lucifer winces ever so slightly at the past tense, hurt(and guilt?) filling his eyes, before an irritated huff breaks out of his lips.

"I already told you, I-"

"It doesn't matter."

"It DOES! If you would just let me-!"

"It was all in the past, it matters not anymore, nor will it ever matter again. Apologies for the undesirable behavior, dear Charlotte, i'll try to keep damages to a minimum for the foreseeable future."

"Wait, Alastor-!"

But Alastor had already melted to the shadows, the King's black tipped claws clutching at thin air where he'd stood. His hands shook, closing into a fist as he tried to even his breathing. A frustrated sigh escaped his lips, dragging a hand down his face. Without another word, he too vanished in a swirl of red, leaving the residents of the hotel gaping at their absence.

Charlie- whose demon form long receded- stood processing what just happened. A hand made it way to her mouth, as she leaned into her girlfriend for support.

This...wasn't what she expected.

Its like she could start to see now; all the hurt buried behind each venomous gaze, all the regret laced with each bitter word. Something was broken, and they kept cutting themselves as they wielded each shard as its deadly weapon.

Oh hells, how was she supposed to fix this??

".......this is so worth getting my leg broken."

Husk turned a baleful, yet fond glare at the spider demon who chose to 'very subtly' break the silence that enveloped the room.

"What???? I live for the drama, sue me!"

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superfluouskeys · 8 months

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ghost of you (2/3ish)

Wheel of Time || Moiraine/Lan

Lan can never sleep when Moiraine’s masked the bond. He’d never admit it. Usually he spends the time standing guard at her door until he can feel her again. He imagines the breaks from their connection are relaxing for her, an indulgence she foregoes primarily for his comfort. Tonight, for example, she wants to see Siuan. She hasn’t told him what transpired during her meeting with the Amyrlin Seat earlier, or any of the other secret meetings she arranged with her sisters, nor does he expect she will. But she has been uncommonly stormy this afternoon, even by her standards. It’s a particular area of her life into which Lan is reluctant to pry, but as the events of the day proceed to wind themselves into knots, he does begin to wish Moiraine were more inclined to accept some small gesture of empathy. “It’s been nearly two years,” she says in the present. “I thought you would welcome the break.” It must be true, for she cannot lie. Even after all this time, Moiraine truly believes that the bond is a burden to him, and not a lifeline.

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wiser-girl · 1 year

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5 Times Mike Got The Shovel Talk and 1 Time It Was Will

Post Byler get together and everyone finding out, Mike gets the expected shovel talk from Hopper. It actually goes surprisingly well, but it’s almost immediately followed by one from Jonathan which is 10x scarier. He does love Mike but he’s understandably still wary after the s4 of it all. Again, to be expected.

Then El is giving him what is easily the scariest talk of all, because she has enough first-hand experience to hit all his nerves. Lovingly, of course. But if he hurts her brother her powers will be involved, that’s not a threat it’s a promise.

Finally Mike relaxes a bit, it’s not like Joyce is the type to threaten her third son, so the family is finished. Then Lucas and Dustin are suddenly sitting him down and yeah ok, fair enough, it’s not like he hadn’t been protective when Max first joined. Though it is a little different considering they’ve known him for years but whatever. When they finish he jokingly asks if he should go get Will for his turn, and they just laugh. “As if, it’s Will. He’s not gonna hurt you.” Which is... true he guesses. Historically. Mostly. But then why did they need to talk to him? He knows he’s been a bit of a dick the last few years but he was going through some shit ok, he’d never intentionally hurt Will, not now. But maybe they don’t know that for sure, not like they do with Will.

A few days later Nancy knocks on his door when he’s hanging out with Will, and he grins, thinking it’s finally his boyfriend’s turn. But then she asks to talk to Mike. And she sits him down. And very cautiously reminds him that the Byers have been through a lot, more than the rest of them. And that can make things very messy if they don’t communicate. She tells him to be patient, kind, gentle. To Will. As if Mike hasn’t always been his most patient, kind, and gentle with him anyway.

And Mike knows she’s just trying to help, just trying to share her own similar experience dating a Byers boy, just trying to look out for both of them. But she sends him back with a smile, not even asking to talk to Will, and something in Mike breaks, just a little. Why do they think Will needs their protection? Except no, that’s not it, of course he does. But why do they think Mike doesn’t? Even though it’s Will who would never hurt him.

Except he has. Only a few times, and not without reason, but he has. The lies and miscommunication came from both ends. They were both dealing with their own horribly messy feelings, and they both got hurt in the process, even if the outcome was more than worth it. He knows he hides his feelings well, but surely not that well. Surely someone wants to make sure he’s looked after as well.

When Max barges into Will’s room as they lie on the bed together, he just sighs and gets up. He figured this was coming. “Not you Mike. I didn’t realise you were here, sorry,” she looks embarrassed. “I need to talk to Will.” “Is everything ok?” Will asks, looking confused. He and Max are definitely close, but it’s rare they hang out one-on-one. “No actually.” Max looks like she’s debating something, eyes flicking between them before she sighs, resigned. “It’s come to my attention that you are yet to get the shovel talk. So!” she claps, ushering him out the door. “Let’s move, I have some threatening to do.” Will scoffs but allows himself to be pulled away, looking only a little bit terrified. Which is understandable. It’s Max.

Max who turns to look back at Mike before she leaves, where he’s still frozen in shock. “What, Wheeler?” she narrows her eyes. Mike blinks rapidly, ignoring the tears that have suddenly appeared and clears his throat. “Nothing, Mayfield,” he huffs. “I don’t need you to protect me. Especially not from Will.” The tears are still traitorously visible in his eyes. Max just looks at him for a long moment, then shakes her head. “No.” “No?” “No. I don’t care. Someone has to look out for you. Even if your boyfriend is so disgustingly in love with you I think he’d ruin himself if he ever messed up. But that’s not the point. Someone has to look out for the asshole.” she pauses, and smiles. “Someone has to look out for us.” Mike is stunned into silence again. Then he smiles back, just as soft. Before it turns into something wicked and Max groans. “You care about me!” Mike teases gleefully. “Yes I do you dick, repeat it to anyone and your dead.” She calls as she dramatically turns and storms out the room, flipping him off for good measure.

Mike just grins. She’s right, the assholes have to look out for each other. They need protecting too.

Edit: Full fic version!

#guys this got so out of hand so quickly help #one (1) request and I'll write it #considering I accidentally just wrote half of it anyway #can you tell I have a lot of thoughts about Mike Wheeler that are definitely not me projecting #and a lot of thoughts on MADWHEELER I LOVE THEM SO MUCH OK SAME PERSON DIFFERENT FONT AND ALL THAT ENTAILS #THEY GET EACH OTHER TO A PAINFUL DEGREE #madwheeler #byler #<- Hey best friends ily #mike wheeler #stranger things #my post #my writing #byler ficlet #kinda

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meownotgood · 8 months

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Can I ask what your ✨Aki journey✨ was like? I’m a Aki girlie but you clearly love Aki more than any blog I’ve ever seen (purrr) When did you start becoming interested in him? Was it an aHA moment or did it develop over time? I’m really curious!!! What inspired you to start this blog? I live, laugh, love backstories 🫶🏾❤️‍🔥

YES I would be so happy to answer this!!!!!!!

so before I read chainsaw man, I knew next to nothing about it, I wasn't really a manga reader in general to be honest but I started getting into it because I wanted to get caught up with jujutsu kaisen after finishing the anime. when I did, I really enjoyed jjk, I wanted to read more manga and a friend suggested I read chainsaw man because it's similar. I was like okay... a lot of people are into it... it looks cool... why not.

and when I started reading and I got to that third chapter and I saw aki... I literally said to myself: yeah, he is going to be my favorite. because he's exactly my type — the suit, the hair tied up so it's long and pretty when he takes it down, the SMOKING??? THE PIERCINGS????? I thought his hair was silly but adorable, his personality was stern but quirky and likable, his kon power was so cool. he was just so cute and hot and definitely my type of character.

but really, even though aki was always my favorite character from the start, my obsession truly began when I finished the manga. aki's arc is just so good... I fell in love with him the whole way through but especially after the manga was over... I loved watching him grow as a character, he just feels so real and relatable personality wise and story wise. he's immensely flawed but kindhearted to his core. he's so human. I love how he's emotional and soft and the conclusion to his arc is genuinely my favorite thing in any piece of media ever, it's so bittersweet and compelling. (and I'm a mess for that bittersweet shit okay)

anyway after I read chainsaw man for the first time I was feeling a mix of emotions between "wow that was the greatest thing ever" and "what the fuck did I just read" but more than anything I yearned for more aki, and so I read it a second time almost immediately after, and then the aki brain infection just grew worse and worse.... was screenshotting every panel of him... I read it a third time... a fourth time in the colored version to collect more panels......... I started my blog over a year ago to post fanfic and rant about aki and the rest is history

#I love this question #I also think it's important to say #albeit it's a bit silly #when I read chainsaw man I was going through a pretty hard time in my life #I'd gone through a bad breakup and I felt very lost #I was reading a lot of manga because I needed something to do to get my mind off things #I think that's part of the reason why I got attached to aki so quickly...#but he means a lot to me because of that #aki helped me to become myself again #also I'm sure I've said this before #but I started writing fanfic because I'd read all the fanfic of aki and #I still needed more #I thought it would be fun bc I always enjoyed writing but it'd been years since I did #suddenly on a random night at 3 in the morning I was like #you know what... I can't sleep... I know how to write... I can make my own aki content... let's do it #and I wrote that first fic like there was no tomorrow #(don't read it btw it sucked BAHAHA)#I posted it on ao3 for fun expecting no one to care but when just a handful of people read it and said they liked it I was overjoyed #I'm grateful I started writing again... I'm glad I get to do what I love and write about what makes me happy #and people actually enjoy it?? THAT'S CRAZY #sorry for ranting too much #can't wait to see where this journey will continue to take me #ask mags

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kiwibirb1 · 2 months

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gonna write a fic where i kill anne one sec

#sorry i have an urge #i mean i already kinda did it with ROMS but like technically thats open to interpretation yknow #i want sasha to watch the girl she loves fall to the floor and not get up #i want marcy to watch in horror and tear the helmet off her head so she can hold the girl she loves #the girl she killed lying there on the cold ground and quickly becoming just as cold #for them both to sob into an empty castle as the blue gem splutters and alights; the power returned just as the core thought it might #turns out the core was right after all #well fuck i just went and wrote the whole ding dang fic in the tags #amphibia #writing #anne boonchuy #wait let me turn this into a post one sec yall #kiwi kills anne again

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saintarmand · 4 months

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multiple popular blogs in the iwtv fandom have a documented pattern of behavior of saying anything ranging from "could be interpreted as a bit racist but only if you're looking for it" to now literally "the real racism is actually against white people" and other alt right talking points. LOOK AT THE PATTERN.

you see the same people constantly complaining about how they keep getting called racist by black fans over and over again, and instead of asking yourself "why do so many black fans think these people are racist? could they be onto something?" you zero in on how polite they are about it and go "well, they put some naughty words after the word racist, looks like there really is a woke mob of big bad black bullies terrorizing the fandom, sounds legit!"

the thing is, something like about a year ago, i actually posted an absolute garbage take i can't believe i ever thought was acceptable, and got rightfully called out for it. i had some other white people agreeing with me, but THANK GOD someone i followed reblogged a post talking some sense. i freaked out at first of course. "someone is vagueing about me? that's not exactly what i said verbatim. i'm being misinterpreted unfairly! what if everyone finds out and starts hating me?" i got defensive, though i avoided throwing the classic huge public tantrum by simply logging off until i cooled down a little, so i managed not to draw that much attention. it's probably only because it was people that i already thought seemed really smart who were saying it, that made the voice at the back of my mind go, "what if they're right and i'm wrong?" so i really thought about it. at first i thought it was just my phrasing that was bad and if i explained it better it would be fine. but now that i've had over a year to think about it and listen and learn, i've come to realize just how stupid that was. and it's probably not the only dumb racist post i made, just the one that i saw called out. i've since deleted the whole blog so i can't check. which i admit i did in large part so other people couldn't check anymore either.

and what were the only consequences i faced? there are users that i think are really cool, and even some i was following, who have me blocked. i go :( about it for a second when i can't reblog a post. iirc like 3 anon asks i've gotten in total, only one of which was even mean at all. oh the horror, someone called me a racist bitch. i literally WAS. and even if i wasn't, so what? it made me feel a little bad, yeah. it would probably actually feel LESS bad if i thought it didn't apply. it would just be confusing and a little funny. it did apply, and it probably still does, i got a lot of shit to unlearn. in my book, me feeling bad is absolutely worth it if it brought whoever sent it even a smidgen of satisfaction. them having to witness my bullshit was undoubtedly worse.

the only reason i'm able to be as polite as i am is because as a white person this does not affect me personally. this fandom has been racist since before the show even started. if i saw popular blogs in my fandom being, say, lesbophobic for more than two years, constantly, and getting away with it, still being popular, receiving praise, and every time i said anything about it i had their followers come after me, while consoling them, i'd be pretty fucking pissed. i'd get tired of being nice so fast. and that's not even mentioning the trauma from a lifetime of racism in real life and online that black people have to deal with. i can't even imagine.

"racist" is not a goddamn slur. anyone who tries to tell you that it is has an agenda, and it's not that hard to figure out what that agenda is.

OPEN YOUR EYES AND LOOK AROUND YOU. really look. and when you see it, STAND UP AND SAY SOMETHING. i'm ashamed it's taken me this long to do that.

#iwtv #amc iwtv #amc interview with the vampire #see im tagging literally everything just like you nalyra #did you unblock me yet so i can say it to your face like you want me to?#go to /tagged/s on my blog to see the receipts i posted earlier. tip of the iceberg and doesn't even touch most of the people involved #s #<- see that right there go on my blog and click on the s #i gotta post this quickly cause what usually happens is overanalyze every word i wrote decide it sucks and never end up posting #so this just an “unhinged rant” or whatever you wanna call it #iwtv fandom racism #interview with the vampire #vampterview #vampyyrit

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ifyougoillfollow · 1 year

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as we sink into the open sea

M/F, Gen | QPR MicNight | 1720 words | Selkie AU CW: Depiction of Suicide Attempt (non-graphic)

On the eve of his nineteenth birthday, Yamada Hizashi walks into the ocean and comes back with a wife.

Please understand, that wasn't his intention. Yamada Hizashi is not the kind of man to believe in tales of sirens and sea wives, and he is especially not the kind of man with dreams of snaring one for himself. He is, in point of fact, not a man of any dreams at all. Not anymore.

So he walks into the ocean, figuring that if he can't find the will to keep dreaming, then he can at least find some peace at last. He finds a wife, instead.

Or rather, she finds him.

She finds him as his body hits the sea floor, at the very moment the first wave of doubt rolls over him in one fell, unrelenting swoop, much too late for him to do anything about it. He's so overcome with it he doesn't think much of the figure that glides out of the ocean murk and sidles right up to him. Wide, shark-bright eyes peer at him, so close they fill up his entire swimming, pin-pricking vision, and all Hizashi can think about is how soon he's going to die, and how he’s not so sure he wants to die after all, and how little what he wants matters in this final moment, as in all the rest before it, and then the figure places one cold hand on his colder cheek and kisses him. She's all Hizashi can think of, then.

She's dark-haired and beautiful. And strong. And a good swimmer, too, but that's to be expected. She drags him back to shore, lips locked tight over his the whole way, and she doesn't let go until his lungs are clear of ocean brine.

Hizashi lies there, alive and silent on the cold, wet sand for a good while after. Long enough for the first hint of morning blue to blush over the horizon. The sea maiden lies with him, just as alive, just as silent, and infinitely more at ease. Cozied right up to his side, as if she belongs there, seemingly content to remain there for however long Hizashi has left on this Earth now that she's saved him. Try as he might, he can't figure out whether he's grateful or not. He does, however, remember his manners, on occasion, so when he finally finds his voice again, he uses it to thank her.

"You're welcome," the sea maiden replies. There's laughter in her voice. Hizashi doesn't know what there is to laugh about, though he finds himself wishing she'd actually done so, just so he could hear it. He used to love laughter. Impossibly, he still does.

Yamada Hizashi had a knack for making people laugh, once. It was all he knew how to do, really. He doesn't know much of anything now, least of all how to make the sea maiden in his arms laugh, so he says nothing.

The sea maiden in his arms says nothing either, at first, for just long enough Hizashi startles when she does speak: "Is that it?"

"Pardon?"

"Is that all you're going to say?"

"... Is there more I should be saying?"

"There must be." There it is again – the laugh in her voice. "You don't strike me as the quiet type in the least."

That's what it is – she's teasing him. It's much too familiar to do anything but rankle. "Listen, Miss –”

She snorts. "Nemuri."

"Listen –” his face burns as he realizes that's her given name, and he refuses to say it "– listen, I'm grateful to you for saving me and all, but you don't know anything about me."

She peels away from his side. "Liar."

"Pardon?"

"You're not grateful at all," she grunts through an impressive stretch, current-strong arms flung upward and out towards the heavens. She's wearing a sealskin cape and nothing else, and is so unembarrassed by it Hizashi can't muster up any on her behalf. She winks at him. "But you will be," she adds. Then: "Take off your clothes."

"Pardon?"

This time she does laugh – seagull-like – loud and sharp and to the point. "Well, I don't know much about land folk, but it's my understanding you don't handle being wet all that well."

Hizashi wraps his arms around himself, scowling. "I'll be fine."

"Suit yourself."

The sea maiden stands – or at least tries to. She heaves herself upward in a motion that would probably be fluid underwater, then loses her balance, toppling backwards onto the sand, rump first. The sight of her glaring down at her legs is almost enough to pull a laugh out of Hizashi.

"Stupid things," she grumbles, kicking up sand.

Hizashi does laugh, then, which is a mistake. The sea maiden stands, suddenly sure-footed in her indignation, and uses her newfound mastery over her lower appendages to kick sand in his direction.

Hizashi cannot stop laughing. He laughs until his new companion loses interest in burying him under sand. He laughs until the sun finally frees itself from under the weight of the horizon. He laughs until he almost forgets he just tried to kill himself.

When he's all laughed out, the sea maiden is still there. Sitting across from him, hands and feet planted firmly in the sand, peering at him with a smile so dry it's a wonder she doesn't hail from land herself.

Without a word, she stands again, solid and steady, all remaining traces of sea legs gone, and hauls Hizashi to his own significantly less steady feet. While he's still reeling from... all of it – the strength of her hands around his, the seafoam-salt smell of her filling his impossibly pumping lungs, the laughter still clanging through every hollow part of him – the sea maiden takes her sealskin cape and drapes it over Hizashi's shoulders.

It's soft and musky and so warm it feels more alive than he does, but, most of all, it's heavy.

Hizashi tries to shrug it off. "Thanks," he says stiffly, "but I said I'm fine."

"I heard you," says the sea maiden, rearranging the cape around him.

"I don't need it."

"I know."

She fastens the cape closed around his neck, patting his chest firmly. It's so long it covers Hizashi all the way down to his shins. On her, it must have just brushed over the sand at her feet. The uncanny warmth of it doesn't seep even as the seafront breeze hits it, makes it flap and flutter around him in a heavy, even bump-bump, bump-bump beat. Nothing could ever hope to reach him past that beat and that warmth.

"I don't want it, either," he lies, because he has to, because he's never known what to do in the face of so much want, because he's always wanted too many things, and he's wanted them too much.

"Neither do I," says the sea maiden, breezy as the morning. "Maybe we should leave it here, lying around. I'm sure no one else would find it, if we hid it well enough."

Hizashi blanches at the thought. He may not be the kind of man to believe in tales of sea wives, but he has heard enough of them to be wary of the kind of man who does. He fumbles for the clasp at the base of his throat. "Just take it back. Go home."

"Hm, I don't think so." She sidesteps his attempts to foist the cape back onto her, walking away backwards, hands clasped behind her head. "I think I'll stick around here for awhile. Explore the land realm. It seems exciting."

Hizashi chases after her, cape held out like a net. "It isn't."

She twirls away again. "Liar."

"It's too exciting, then. Dangerous."

"So is the ocean – didn't stop you from walking into it."

"That was –" Hizashi falters, loses his footing "– different," he finishes lamely, hands fisted in the sand-soiled cape caught under his knees.

The sea maiden stands over him. "You're right," she says, "that was different – I'm not going into this trying to die. I'd say that alone makes my odds of survival look pretty swell, don't you think?"

Hizashi stares up at her, looming tall against the dawn sky, so tall she dwarves the rising sun itself, and has no doubt she'd survive even the drying of all seven seas if it meant she got to live.

"You're naked," he says, because he's running out of arguments, and the will to keep making them.

"I wouldn't be if you gave me your clothes,” she shoots back, “I gave you mine, didn't I? It would only be fair."

The cape is velvet-smooth as Hizashi slides it out from under himself, warmer still from the heat of his body and the sun-washed sand, which slides off of it like ocean spray from mossy seaside cliffs. His sea maiden – Nemuri – takes it from him and helps him back to his feet. She folds it over her arm, as if merely holding on to it for the moment, and arches an expectant eyebrow at him.

Sighing, Hizashi shrugs off his coat. "Yes,” he relents, “I suppose it would only be fair."

On the dawn of his nineteenth birthday, Yamada Hizashi walks into town with nothing but a sealskin cape on his back and a wife.

Or so the townsfolk like to tell it, because the townsfolk love a good fairy tale romance almost as much as they love to pity him. In time, they will come to pity him even this moment and his sea-wild wife, as outrageous as she is beautiful, as the very ocean itself, and Yamada Hizashi will do what he has always done in the face of undue pity, which is to laugh in it and continue loving whoever and whatever he loves, in whichever way he sees fit.

But that will come later. For now, in the rosy light of a dawn he never planned to see, Hizashi walks into town beside Nemuri, the sea maiden who saved his life – the woman who will be called his wife and be so much more – and is content enough to have finally figured out he’s grateful, even if he has yet to figure out much else. The rest will follow, he’s sure, in good time and – even better – good company.

#yamada hizashi #present mic #kayama nemuri #midnight #micnight #qpr micnight #i wrote a thing #mermay #cw: suicide #it feels weird adding such a heavy content warning given that this is not a heavy story overall but better safe than sorry #anyway surprise mermay fic everyone!#it's me i'm everyone #this fic blindsided me ngl but i quickly grew obsessed with it and needless to say i got Lore #lore that i refused to even hint at in the fic because i Do Not need any more long form wips and i do love me a good one-shot #but who knows maybe one day i'll revisit this au i do so love it #also decided to post the whole fic here instead of just doing my usual ao3 link thingy because i recently locked my fics to registered user #-only because of the whole ai fuckery going around lately which y'know sucks #but this way anyone who wants to read it but doesn't have an ao3 account can do so through here so hopefully that helps #anyway #enjoy loves <3

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fezwearingjellybananas · 3 months

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Here is a reason to put even your short prompt fills on AO3 if you've been questioning whether you should or not:

This is my most kudosed fic on AO3

And these are the notes of the Tumblr post where the same fic was first posted

One of those reblogs is the person who sent the prompt.

The other is me

Edit: I read the fics the wrong way around. The tumblr notes are from my third most kudosed fic (it's the same pairing). There are currently 3 comments, 164 kudos, 14 bookmarks, and 1915 hits on a 510 word fic. The tumblr post for the most kudosed fic has 3 notes.

#one of those comments is also me replying to the one person who left a comment but that's not the point #the point is i am thinking about that poll from the other day about whether it's worth putting drabbles on ao3 again #and i guess my answer is what's the point in putting the on just tumblr #it's a fic i wrote in 2020 it's not a new fic and it still pops up in ao3 kudos emails when people find it #pretty sure i only found the post on here because i knew who prompted it and knew i tagged it with their username #like i am fully aware the reason this is my most kudosed fic is it's a ship with two white guys and it's tagged misunderstandings #it's not even close to my best work #so it's not like i expected notes (i never expect notes posting fic on here)#but it does make for a good example of why if you're just posting on tumblr it might get disheartening quickly #*

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brainrotdotorg · 11 months

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hey was anyone going to tell me there is a 258,000 word slowburn glentitus fic on ao3 or was i just supposed to find that out for myself

#posting for anyone who may be interested or maybe this is old news #this was finished in 2021 god damn. not even that long ago #but it amazes me how quickly fandom moves #i shouldnt regard a fic like this as 'old'. bc its not #wow like ...... now im just thinking how many amazing fics are there out there that i havent read bc they werent mega recent #anyway. havent read this whole thing. OBVIOUSLY #so i cant attest to its quality but jesus christ. i have so much respect for the people that wrote this #what an incredible delve into a minor characters backstory #i want to show that kind of dedication #i want to have that kind of commitment and drive #258000 words!!!!!!!! my longest ever fic was barely half that amount!!!!!!!#good lord. good fucking lore

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kindlythevoid · 1 month

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So anyway I did a thing today.

#felt guilty. checked the story. ended up finishing the chapter.#anyway that's six out of like a projected 21 chapters #plus a side story that I need to flesh out #that used to be one actual chapter but I wrote too much and is now a side story I need to finish #anyway i love y'all #just wanted to let you know #hopefully the next chapters should go by a bit smoother since one is just a fun chapter and the next few already have a few scenes written #and stick pretty closely to canon which means I can get through it quickly (in theory)#lol might end up posting before I finish the story and post slower than usual #might wait until I have a few more chapters and the side story fleshed out to post #will see will see #stay tuned for more #anyway anyone who follows me for #rewind series #there's the update I love y'all stay safe out there <3 #kiki writes #just yelling into the void #meme time

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owen-not-carvour · 1 year

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ok i want to talk about bluey for a minute. won’t be my new focus ofc but. i want to talk about it.

specifically what makes it So fascinating and legitimately Good to pretty much All age ranges. both overall and for me personally. therefore,, long post. buckle up :)

also i just want to say that liking bluey when you’re older is only weird if you/people Make it weird. if you’re just enjoying it for what it is (ie the things that i’m gonna talk abt in this post !!) then there’s no reason you can’t like it!! ((basically i’m very afraid of being judged for this so i have to keep telling myself that it’s just like liking any other piece of really well done media. bc like. bluey Is well done. on so many levels))

that being said. bluey. it’s fuckin Incredible across the board. here’s why:

first things first: the Content of bluey. it doesn’t treat kids like they don’t know anything. in fact, pretty much everything in bluey is shown through things most kids already Do. like 99% of the time bluey episodes are just about kids Existing and doing kid stuff like playing games (which bluey and bingo do a LOT of) and interacting with their friends, parents and community as a whole! and the way it Does that is so realistic to how kids actually act (trust me. summer camp counselor here).. it’s got all the randomness and creativity that kids always have when they express what’s in their heads!!

so then bluey Takes that and puts it into something that is enjoyable to watch for virtually anyone.. bc for kids, that’s what they Do so it’s relatable to them…

but for other age groups it’s nostalgic. like i watch bluey and i’m reminded of a) my kids at camp :) and b) myself when i was younger… and it’s just a cool way to get some of those memories back.. like the barky boats ep!! my school did the “buddies” thing too :) that one is one of my favorite eps in the whole show for that reason!!

and that’s also why watching bluey can legitimately be so Healing too.. (or on the other hand can make you realize you have more Issues than you thought. also speaking abt myself here lol) because the heeler family is So healthy (like holy shit their communication is incredible) while still being realistic (they Aren’t perfect!!) so it’s like. you watch it and it’s like. woah. this is something that Could’ve happened. it is possible. and even when you’re older you can watch bluey and take stuff out of it, parent or not..

(also i want to mention chili and bandits marriage, too. not just the way they parent but how they also just genuinely have a good marriage!! and seeing that is so nice bc like. they may be cartoon dogs but i still want what they have yknow)

i think bluey can also make people more… empathetic?? i guess,, towards kids. like i like kids just fine. don’t want to Have any when i’m older but.. bluey provides a better understanding as to how they Work. it shows their thought processes through the games and decisions the heeler sisters and co make so anyone older who watches (parents or otherwise) can interact with them and Understand them better. the whole show is really good abt tackling generational gaps like that too. it goes back to the communication the heeler family has. like seriously. it shows it makes a difference!

also i love how it shows that bluey has this Habit she does to process events.. she’ll basically make whatever Happened into a game to help her understand better and she’ll just do it all exactly how it happened in her actual life. she does it in daddy putdown (the ep where chili had to leave for a night to go to a baby shower) and copycat (bluey starts out just copying bandit but then they find a hurt bird, they took it to the vet, but it still died) and i just think that’s rlly cool that bluey Does that..

last Content thing i want to talk abt is just how amazing the way bluey covers heavier topics like death, even if it’s just an animal (copycat) and infertility (onesies) is. it doesn’t go Too deep, but still deep enough for kids to understand that it’s important to Know about more real life stuff too yknow.. camping kind of does this with the whole language barrier between bluey and jean luv too.. it just kinda Touches on things so kids can understand that other situations exist (i guess that’s the best way to say it??) without getting Too heavy! and i think that’s just really cool.

(not to mention that the storylines of so many bluey episodes are so fucking beautiful and heart wrenching in the best way. the story telling across the whole show is just Gorgeous!!)

anyway. there’s gonna be a part 2 to this where i talk abt the Aesthtic aspects of bluey,, but for now. here’s this :)

#this was originally gonna be one post.#then i wrote half and Looked at it.#and very quickly realized it should Not be one post :)#it’s just a pretty show ok ):#lovely lovely lil kid show #bluey

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