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[starrygazers]

fixing what he didn’t break.

˖ ࣪⭑ ⸱ continuation of this previous post with JY n DH

˖ ࣪⭑ ⸱ tags : comfort, established relationship, fluff somewhat implied past trauma (not elaborated/explicitly mentioned).

˖ ࣪⭑ ⸱ featuring : Luocha, Gepard.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

LUOCHA;

He's a travelling merchant — he's seen all kinds of people, broken and battered yet still going on with their lives. He's seen all kinds of shattered hearts and how it can translate to different forms of self-expressions or coping mechanisms. It fascinates him, really, but he was always a bystander to it — a sympathizer. Until he met you.

You were special to him. Luocha doesn't think of your hurt or discomfort as a study case. Though it is in his nature to want to help people, the feeling you ignite in his heart is different. He needs to make sure you're okay lest he loses sleep over the anxiousness that plague his nights. Because when you're in pain, he feels thorns pierce his heart mercilessly, suffocating him. Previously, he was always just a sympathizer to others' pain. But he empathizes with you, because he loves you too much to let you fight your demons alone.

Patience is a virtue Luocha possesses in abundance. He's always researching ways to help alleviate your pain, whether it be physical or emotional. He always speaks to you in a gentle manner, never raising his voice. He practices breathing exercises with you, counting slowly and praising you with sweet words when you succeed. He takes time learning your do's and don't's, reassuring you that healing does not happen overnight. Your wounds and scars are safe with Luocha, your miracle doctor.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

GEPARD;

He believes that he was born to serve a great cause. Without mentioning his duties as captain, he was already plenty swamped with taking care of others. Most of the time voluntarily, because unless it clashes directly with his responsibilities, he can't bring it in himself to say no to anyone in need of his help.

That's not to say he has plenty of experience taking care of other people's feelings. Gepard can help an old woman carry her groceries home, can help Oleg plan a raid to sweep the rest of the Fragmentum monsters, can help Serval pick up some forgotten blueprints on his way back, but toss him a rant and he's stumbling for his words.

He's a protector, through and through. Although his expertise lie in battle and not comfort, his genuine worry is enough to break down your walls, melting you into putty under his concerned gaze. He's not sure what to do, but he offers his support, and you know he means it. Tell him if you need anything, and he'll try to the best of his abilities to make it come true, all for you.

Gepard is a man fueled by love — the love for his home planet, his people, his lover. And he is nothing if not ready to lay down himself to protect and serve what is important to him.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

©2023 starrygazers. do not repost, copy, translate, modify, or use for AI.

[starrygazers]

fixing what he didn’t break.

˖ ࣪⭑ ⸱ I had a convo with a friend about this a few days ago. so these are just small blurbs of them comforting / taking care of you. 

˖ ࣪⭑ ⸱ tags : comfort, established relationship, fluff somewhat implied past trauma (not elaborated/explicitly mentioned).

˖ ࣪⭑ ⸱ featuring : Jing Yuan, Dan Heng.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

JING YUAN; 

Time has not been kind to this man, so he loves like every day is his last. He is as tender to you as he is to the birds that perch on his shoulders, and comforting you comes so naturally that you think he was just born with the ability to take care of others effortlessly.

However, for someone so notoriously carefree, when it comes to you, Jing Yuan doesn't cut corners or does things half-assed. In fact, he does everything within his reach to ensure your well-being. He would walk down the streets of Luofu to get you a cup of Immortal's Delight when you're feeling low on sugar, but he would also be seen running back to your estate to bring you the Steamed Puffergoat Milk before it turns bitter.

Jing Yuan is also a great hugger. One of his methods of calming you down would be to wrap his frame around you, as if trying to shield you from the outside world that's wronged you, while whispering soothing words in your ears. And in his arms, so warm and soft, you allow yourself to be vulnerable. After all, he won't let any of the nightmares get to you for as long as his heart beats.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

DAN HENG;

He handles you like you're porcelain. Steady, unsure, doubtful. At least you can tell he's trying his best — he's just not very used to these situations, and finds himself at a loss of what to do. However, if you would let him stay by your side during your vulnerable moments, he will make sure not to betray your patience and trust.

Dan Heng is nothing if not a fast learner. Meticulous, sharp, eager. The archivist will have an extensive note dedicated to you in his brain. He’s a little clumsy with his words, but his presence, ever constant, is always a welcome one. He will stay by your side, rub small circles on your back. He will lace his fingers with yours while draping a blanket over you. He will offer to watch your favorite movies with you in the small TV he has running in the Archive Room. 

Dan Heng doesn’t mind if your snot and tears wet his clothes. He can just wash them later. If anything, he’s more concerned about you. But he’s all about respecting boundaries - if you need some space, Dan Heng will give you just that. Keep in mind he will always be at arm’s length, though. A simple call of his name and he’ll be by your side in a flash.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

I might make more of these in the future for different characters but this is all I have for now. I might even make some for genshin men lol. 

©2023 starrygazers. do not repost, copy, translate, modify, or use for AI.

[starrygazers]

He's the strongest shaman, the most dangerous man to walk the earth. Everyone knows this, yet people need to be constantly reminded when putting his aloof personality into the equation.

He never lets his guard down — god knows what happened last time he did — except when he's around you.

"Satoru," you whisper. The queen-sized bed seems so small when his face is inches away from yours. His white lashes flutter when you blow a gust of wind to check if he's asleep.

When he doesn't budge, you sigh. It must be the fatigue of not sleeping for days kicking in. Despite constantly performing the reverse technique on his brain, it wasn't like he didn't need to rest.

And for him to share his most vulnerable moments with you ... were you a saint in your last life?

"You're so perfect," you whisper, peppering feather-like touches on his sleeping face. "You're passionate, and so, so strong. You're good-looking, too."

"How did I manage to land a guy like you?" you chuckle, tracing his cheek. "I should try my luck at a lottery."

You sigh again. "Sorry for being selfish, but I really want to love you for the rest of my life."

Satoru flutters an eye open, his mesmerizing, shining blue eye looking up at you. You gasp, not knowing that he was awake the entire time.

"Let's get married, then," he grins.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

found this blurb recently in my notes, but I wrote it years ago lol. this is super self-indulgent. nevertheless I really do love satoru and I hope nothing bad ever happens to him :(

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[starrygazers]

LATE NIGHT VISITS — BLADE.

˖ ࣪⭑ ⸱ this was inspired by the fact that Blade's E1 came home to me at pity 30. I wanted to write about him coming back home again and again even though he does not know who he's coming home to, lol. written with a gender neutral reader in mind.

˖ ࣪⭑ ⸱ tags : angst, sorta unrequited love, somewhat implied jingyuan x reader?? if you really really squint.

˖ ࣪⭑ ⸱ words : 1.2k

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Two soft taps on your door snaps you out of your stupor. You look to the entrance to your humble abode, foot tapping anxiously on the floor, contemplating if you should let the person on the other end in.

Another two soft taps follow. You fight back a groan — at least he now has the courtesy to knock after the nth visit. You suppose you should at least honor that. 

You slowly rise from your chair to creak the door open, just slightly. Moonlight creeps inside, trying to illuminate the inside of your house as much as possible even through the little gap.

His figure is tall and broad. Intimidating, demanding respect from those who cross his path. His amber eye locks with yours, the red irises swirling in what you can only guess is anticipation upon seeing you.

"What do you want now?" you sigh.

There is no answer from the man. He stands as still as a statue.

A few more seconds pass in uncomfortable silence. You sigh again, a sign of defeat. You step away from the door — an unspoken invitation to let the man in. 

You lead him into the dining room. As you sit down, you notice him standing on the entrance of the room, not daring to take another step in. You motion for the empty chair across yours, and he accepts the offer.

The sound of chair scraping against the floor pierces the peace you've cultivated for yourself tonight. You shoot a look at the clock — it's almost midnight — and cast a silent prayer that Jing Yuan isn't feeling silly enough to drop by your place at these ungodly hours, lest he sees a sight to behold.

The uncomfortable silence returns. You tap your fingers on the wooden table, waiting for him to speak. 

( he won't, you think. He's merely a tool now, and tools don't speak. At least not until spoken to first. )

“If you have no reason to be here, you should just leave,” you say sternly. "You can't keep visiting me like this. You're a wanted criminal, you know."

He looks down at the table, hands folded neatly on his lap as if considering whether or not he should answer the question. After a few seconds, he pulls out his blade from thin air without blinking. You pull back slightly, ready to brandish your own weapon. 

His stance doesn’t change. Instead, he places the short sword on the table, the hilt facing you. 

Your fingers ball into fists. You remember this blade, remember when he’d brought it home with him to proudly show you his greatest creation. You remember the hard work and love he poured into his craft, and it breaks your heart to see it in its current condition –  full of scars and cracks, just like the man in front of you. 

“Is this your name?” are his first words since he entered your house. He motions to the sword on the table. 

You lean in closer. A little above the hilt, behind all the broken marks, there it is: your name, carved into the blade. 

“It is,” you affirm.

He takes the blade and inspects the carefully carved characters of your name, tracing it with his fingers as if trying to memorize them. He repeats your name aloud. Once, twice.

( you fight the urge to cover your ears. )

“Why would your name be on my blade?” he asks again.

You want to curl up into a ball and retreat into a dark corner where he can’t reach you. “I don’t know. It’s not my weapon.”

The red in his amber eyes swirl as he takes in your figure sitting across him. “You are not telling me the truth.”

Burying your face in your palms, you let out a shaky laugh. “You can’t do that. You can’t just barge into my house, not remember me, my name, and still read me like an open book. That’s not fair.”

Once again, you’re met with silence. You blink back the tears that threaten to fall. How cruel was the world? Ever since his arrival at the Xianzhou-Luofu, he hasn’t spared you a glance. But in the dead of night, he would come unannounced. The man who haunted your nightmares time and time again.

If only time was kind to you, if only time delivered on its promise to heal, if only time buried this man under all the passing years you had to endure alone.

( “Why are you here?” you remember asking him the first time you find him standing at your porch. Your fingers reach for your phone, ready to speed-dial Jing Yuan.

“...I do not know,” he answers truthfully. “Something beckoned me here.” 

How could you slam the door on him after he said that? Even if his memories betrayed him, his instincts will never lie to its master. 

Both of you knew. No matter how many eons pass, this was still home. )

“It doesn’t matter anymore,” you look away from him. “You should leave before A-Yuan finds you here."

He ponders for a moment. “What is your relationship with the General?”

You clear your throat, surprised at the sudden question. “We’re just friends. We’ve always been friends, even before – ” and you pause. The unsaid words linger in the air.

( even before I met you. )

“ – before you came to the Luofu.”

He’s silent again. You fight back your nth sigh – even talking to cycranes has to be more productive than this. 

"Is he important to you?"

You shrug. "I suppose so. He's the only one who stayed around when everyone else left."

( you included, you wanted to say. )

“I don’t want to entertain any more of your questions, Stellaron Hunter. I think it’s best that you leave before I report you to the authorities – ”

“What were you to me?"

You blink at his question, like a deer caught in headlights. “What?”

“You were important to me,” he mutters, and for the first time tonight, it was not a question. It's as if he's reassuring himself. “But I cannot remember you.”

"...do you want to?"

He weighs his options carefully. Then, "It is for the best that I do not remember you. You do not have to pay the price of blood."

( ah, figures. He's no longer the man you recognize, after all. He was now Blade, the Stellaron Hunter who lives only to fulfill his revenge. )

"However," he continues slowly. "I want to know the reason why you were important to me."

Lost at his confession, you can no longer fight back the tears. Your lips tremble, and drops upon drops make their way down your cheeks, and you remember the time when the man in front of you would kiss your tears away, would wipe them with his dexterous fingers, would whisper sweet nothings in your ear.

You remember when you called him by his birth name instead of the name he had so cruelly given himself, warmth and humanity be damned for his goal.

( you remember everything he wanted to remember. You remember everything you wished so badly to forget. )

“How ironic is that?” you choke out amidst your sobs.

You remember his stark white hair and lopsided smile when he showed you the unfinished weapon. You remember his lovestruck eyes and sheepish suggestion.

( can I carve your name on this blade? 

So I’ll remember you forever. )

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

©2023 starrygazers. do not repost, copy, translate, modify, or use for AI.

[starrygazers]

before purchasing your tickets,

remember to always be respectful.

you may send in asks, but I don't take requests. I might write your request, but I am also allowed to deny it.

feel free to ask me about almost anything. send in your headcanons or thoughts and I'll see what I can do with it.

things I'm ok with:

character x reader

yandere / gore descriptions

I don't have a specific TW, so go ham, but please if you think your ask has a TW put a TW before asking.

things I'm not ok with:

incest, pedophilia, basic dni's really.

minors / ageless blogs pls dni

enjoy your stay!

[starrygazers]

intro.

asra. she/her. 18+

likes : stars, ice cream.

dislikes : roaches, spicy food.

talks about : honkai star rail, persona 3, 4, 5, jujutsu kaisen, one piece, hq, stray kids, some anime/manga, some other games, a bit of kpop, genshin sometimes.

p.s. see tag #☆—starrygazers to see my rambles.

[starrygazers]

まもなく, でんしゃがまいります。

Attention, passengers, this is your conductor speaking!

Please mind the gap between the train and the platform edge.

Please mind the train destinations before purchasing your ticket. (coming soon!)

Passengers may request stop at certain locations by contacting the conductor on the train.

Thank you for your cooperation.

おきゃくさまのごきょうりょくをおねがいします。

[starrygazers]

welcome back to I write only what I want to write and this is very very very self indulgent because. I love chifuyu. I love him very much and you guys should check out Tokyo Revengers if you like to read abt gang wars 😳

chifuyu matsuno ; after the beating.

from Tokyo Revengers.

Chifuyu never doubted that Baji is a good person. He would never put suspicion on the captain he followed for so long.

His expectations really didn't betray him. Baji turned a blind eye to your existence, so he won't have to beat you up in front of Valhalla along with Chifuyu. You're lucky that Chifuyu isn't the type to flaunt his partners, either, because you're not sure how many of Baji's punches you can take before you pass out.

"Still," you say, slowly tapping the soaked cotton on Chifuyu's cheek. "That's really messed up."

"Yeah? That's our first division captain for you." Chifuyu gives you a toothy grin before wincing in pain. His cheek had been totally trashed, after all. You frown, dabbing the cotton a little rougher.

"Ouch, ouch! That hurts!"

"You deserve it," you huff, crossing your arms. You take a seat next to him, leaning your head on his shoulder.

"You made me worry sick, idiot." even though you purposely looked away so he wouldn't see your tears, your voice betrayed you as it trembled. "You could've died."

Chifuyu doesn't reply. Instead, he sneaks an arm around you, resting his head above yours. A mere whisper, "I'm sorry."

You quickly wipe your tears. Chifuyu leans in closer, his lips almost touching yours, but you place a hand in-between.

"No. I don't want your bloody lips. No kissing until you're healed!"

Chifuyu lets out a noise of protest, but you ignore it as you tape a bandage on his right eye.

[starrygazers]

I'm hit with a HEADACHE GRRRRR

[starrygazers]

ah hi! I’ve been in a futakuchi mood so i was wondering if u could do futakuchi hc’s for little things he does to show he loves you 👉👈 thank you 🥺-🥡

HELLO I'M BACK I'M SO SO SORRY THIS TOOK LIKE TWO MONTHS

- he acts cool but he's not he's not he's —

- so he slides his hands to yours but you can feel his hands are SWEATY !!!!! he doesn't mean it he's just kinda nervous

- but when he's more comfortable with you he likes to squeeze your hand out of the blue. it's like a constant reminder that he loves you. he likes to hold you hand all the time, and would just give it a squeeze on the most random times (e.g. when you're eating)

- I think he is a big fan of back hugs. you're minding your own business and you feel a pair of arms wrapping around you and a sudden weight on your back — that's him.

- he has an ANNOYING HABIT OF BLOWING IN YOUR EAR like ...... he'll close in. you'll think that he's leaning in for a kiss but NO HE WHISTLES INTO YOUR EAR

- another thing he'd do, I think, is invite you to play games with him and let you win when you're feeling down. he thinks it's kinda pathetic, so he's always bashful when he does ask you, because you're feeling down and all he can think of is mario kart. you think it's nice doe 🥺

[starrygazers]

I haven't been active here for a while but this is important 😡

☞A Message To Non-Black Authors ☜

Do you find yourself using slang in your fics? Or using the BLM movement as plots in your writing or art?

Please, as a black woman who’s kept quiet for way too long, STOP.

Why You Shouldn’t Abuse AAVE In Your Writing

When you overuse AAVE in your writing (using it flippantly or without credit to its actual meaning), you’re contributing to the devaluing of the black experience. And, to be honest, when a lot of you use it in your writing it sounds very awkward or is often misused. 

What is AAVE?

“AAVE is an acronym for African American Vernacular English. Other terms for it in academia are African American Varieties of English, African American English (AAE), Black English (BE) and Black English Vernacular (BEV). [EDIT: since I wrote this post in 2014, a new term has gained a lot of traction with academics: African American Language (AAL), as in the Oxford Handbook of African American Language edited by Sonja Lanehart (2015), or the Corpus of Regional African American Language (CORAAL). I now use either AAE or AAL exclusively, unless I’m specifically talking about an informal, vernacular variety, however “AAVE” has gained traction in social media just as AAL replaced it among academics]

In popular culture, it is largely misunderstood, and thought of as “bad English,” “ebonics” (originally coined in 1973 by someone with good intentions, from “ebony” and “phonics,” but now starting to become a slur), “ghetto talk” (definitely a slur), and the “blaccent” (a portmanteau word of “black” and “accent”) that NPR seems to like using.” (Languagejones.com)

It is explained more here as well: https://waltdisneyconfessionsrage.tumblr.com/post/116538346824/mod-post-some-basic-things-about-aave

What’s The Big Deal?

This language has long been stigmatized and misused. 

“We have a long cultural history of assuming that whatever black people in America do is defective. Couple this with what seems to be a natural predilection toward thinking that however other people talk is wrong, and you’ve got a recipe for social and linguistic stigma. For instance, in 1996 the Oakland school board took the sensible step of trying to use AAVE as a bridge to teach AAVE-speaking children how to speak and write Standard American English. They also took the less sensible step of declaring AAVE a completely different language. This was wildly misrepresented in the media, leading to a storm of racist, self-congratulatory “ain’t ain’t a word” pedantry from both white people and older middle-class black people who do not speak the dialect.”  (Languagejones.com)

You can’t use our slang then ignore our issues.

Why You Shouldn’t Misuse It (Or Use It At All)

The issue of appropriation of Black cultural expression has been brought to light in recent years. More people have come to understand why a non-Black person wearing cornrows or dreadlocks is problematic, or why blackface and verbalizing the ‘N-word’ in songs is harmful. Appropriation causes harm when it perpetuates stereotypes, turns culture into a commodity, and uses historical traditions as a trend, while the originating group continues to experience discrimination for the very same thing.

Language can act in a similar manner.  Within any culture, language is the basis for communicating ideas, and plays a role in shaping people’s sense of community. Yet, in North American pop culture, Black Vernacular English (BVE) is often used by non-Black people for social capital. Due to its social influence, BVE is often misused out of context in an attempt to be relevant, relatable, or for credibility. (Feminuity.org)

This article sums it up very nicely: https://www.huffpost.com/entry/black-slang-white-people-ruined_n_55ccda07e4b064d5910ac8b3

Key Points

The politics of black slang are tricky. Black slang and AAVE (African-American Vernacular English) have long been considered inferior to so-called “standard” English, and the black people who use it seen as uneducated or unintelligent (forcing many to master the art of code-switching). So when suddenly words and phrases that have strong ties to the black community are adopted and warped by non-black people, it can cause some of us to feel indignant, even insulted.”

“…we live in a society that loves black culture — but doesn’t like black people all too much — and what might look like acceptance is just downright thievery.”

“Listen. The idea here isn’t necessarily to say that white people shouldn’t use certain black slang (although by now we should all be clear on the N-word debate)… But the issue is how the etymology of these words gets lost in the sauce… As a general rule, if you have to ask whether or not it’s OK to use a word, if there’s any hesitation, then don’t. But also, we should all be aware of where these words come from and what they mean without attributing arbitrary definitions to them.”

Please Stop Using BLM In Your Writing (or art for that matter) 

You drawing characters in BLM merch or supporting BLM is not a problem. 

However, when you draw or write about them protesting or rioting or looting, that is a genuine problem. Would you do that in response to the Hong Kong Protests? Would you draw characters protesting against the Terror Bill? Would you draw them with Native peoples trying to advocate for the return of their land? Or, hey, even in the Civil Rights Movement of the 1950s-1960s?

No. Then what makes the Black Lives Matter movement so different?

Is it the fact that this hits so close to home you can’t process it by any other means than fictional?

What about seeing bnha characters rioting is supposed to feel inspiring? What about reading headcanons on how characters would quit their jobs as cops and protect me from tear gas is supposed to be comforting? These people aren’t real. But this issue is, and it’s serious, and it’s not something trendy or excusable to be filtered through a fictional lens. THIS IS REAL. THIS IS HAPPENING. 

Take a look at this post to see 

A friend on Discord couldn’t have said it better:

Our culture is not for your entertainment. The Black Lives Matter movement is a real, pressing issue. Please, spread information and support your fellow black authors and artists.

FAQ

Does this mean I have to stop using slang/reaction images?

No! Be cautious of how you use it. One article states asking yourself these questions when it comes to AAVE:

Is it being commercialized for financial gain?

Is the usage performative or tokenizing?

Are you in proximity to the culture that originated the terms?

Are you using the language to “level up” or earn yourself credibility?

No one is policing you on saying popular slang, but you need to stay educated on the source of these words and how the overproduction and misuse affects us as a community. Our language is not for show, nor is it for your entertainment or attempts to sound “hip”.

Do I need to feel guilty or apologize for saying/doing these things?

Of course not! I promise, no one wants an apology or for you to sit around and feel guilty. Educate yourselves. Stay vigilant. That’s all I ask. This is not an attack or me shaming you by any means.

What if I’m black and condone this?

I sincerely ask you to look inside yourself and ask why this genuinely makes you happy. Are you doing it for some sort of validation? Fictional characters aren’t real. When your life is on the line, they aren’t going to magically come save you. When we let things like this get romanticized, it makes it easier to view this situation from a distance rather than how bad it really is and how close to home it’s hitting. 

How can I help and/or support the BLM Movement now?

Support black writers and artists!

Be sympathetic towards our issues!

KEEP POSTING ABOUT BLACK LIVES MATTER. USE YOUR PLATFORM. SILENCE IS MOST DEFINITELY VIOLENCE.

This blog contains MANY resources to educate yourself and be active: https://how2helprightnow.tumblr.com/?og=1

Thank you for reading! 

[starrygazers]

“what a bunch of fucking idiots!” I say, delighted, as I click on yet another fanfiction about a bunch of fucking idiots

[starrygazers]

AHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH I WOKE UP TO A 3K SOULMATE AU OF MY FAVOURITE BOY AND IT WAS AMAZING I LOVE IT 😭😭

unexpectedly expected.

oikawa x f!reader ⚘ fluff, angst ⚘ wc: 3.3k ⚘ warnings: language

→ instead of the first thing that your soulmate says to you, a random sentence that they say around you is tattooed on your wrist. you don’t know how much longer you were going to have to wait, but surely your daily fights with a certain someone was bound to result in the words you’ve been waiting to hear all your life. 

a/n: for @wonky-writings​, i hope you like this for the summer fic exchange! i had a lot of fun writing it ahaha. 

your lips curled in confusion as you stared at your wrist. 

“it’s the shrimp.” 

the longer you stared at it, the more confused you got. sure, you were used to the words just being there - as an extension of your body -  but from a young age, you’d always wondered what would compel your soulmate to talk about seafood. 

you didn’t even like seafood.

Keep reading

[starrygazers]

hi im bitter about people not commenting on fics. im sad seeing all these authors get so discouraged because no one comments. it takes like 5 seconds! just do it!! dont know what to type? me neither! heres some handy pre-written comments for you! “I dont know what to comment! That was great! thank you for your hard work!” “That was lovely! I really enjoyed this chapter/fic.” “How dare you?” “AAAAAAAAAAAAA” “Extra kudos because one is not enough!” if you read a fic and dont know what to say, leave the tab open, come back later! see if theres a line you really liked! tell them if it reminded you of something dumb! tell them if your roommate saw you crying while reading it and now your roommate is reading it!!! SHARE WHATEVER. BE INCLUSIVE! everyone wants to hear SOMETHING. silence kills passion. show authors you care! show artists you care!!!! 

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hi Jordan (@aghostwritesforme) I'm your secret summer writer !! Idk you yet but I hope to be friends after this haha, I was conflicted on who to write for so I really hope you like it 🥺🥺

sugawara ; feels like summer.

Koushi never liked to let you drive. If he had to describe the way you drive, reckless is one way to put it. Honestly, he wonders how you earned your driving license in the first place.

But it's your car, whether he liked it or not. So when you rev up the engine, Koushi double-checks his seatbelt.

The coupé convertible of your car brings a nice rush of wind to his face. He glances at your calm form. Your sunglasses smug on the bridge of your nose as you chew on a bubblegum.

You seem to notice his stare and smirk "Like what you see?"

"Yeah, but eyes on the road, please, (y/n)."

You let out a boisterous laugh. Koushi smiles nervously — with the speed you're going at, he hopes that you'll arrive at the beach in one piece.

It's a rather solid plan. Your house isn't that far from the beach — because nothing screams summer more than the beach — just an hour-long ride at most, you had said. And who's Koushi to refuse such an intriguing invitation of seeing you in a swimsuit?

"We're here," you hum, looking around for a nice parking spot under the shade. The beach isn't as crowded as Koushi had pictured — perhaps it's the fact that it's been really hot lately. No one particularly looks forward to getting sunburnt, after all.

"Let's go!" you usher him gleefully. Koushi sighs.

"You need to put on some sunblock first."

You turn around, pouting. "You're just trying to feel me up, aren't you? Can't resist my beauty?"

This time, Koushi laughs. "I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that."

"So you're not denying it?"

"I'm sorry, did you say something?"

"You're no fun, Koushi!"

Koushi makes no effort to resist when you pull his hand towards the sea. The feeling of waves crashing by your feet is cool, contrary to the heat of the sun shining above.

You keep walking until the sand is no longer supporting your weight. Koushi sneaks from underneath, pulling your leg down. You yelp in surprise.

"How could you?!"

Koushi merely sticks out a mocking tongue at you. You respond by splashing water to his face. At the sensation of a salty sting, Koushi spits. You topple over in laughter.

"You're so stupid."

"Look who's talking!"

Koushi swims closer to you and traps you in his arms. You flail desperately, but to no avail — he's carrying you back to land.

For a while, the both of you lie down on the sand, the waves slowly rocking your bodies. You squint at the bright sun above you.

"Let's go find seashells."

"Are there even any?"

"What do you mean? Every beach definitely has its own share of washed up shells."

"Let's get digging, then."

The plan is to split up and meet at the rendezvous point after a while to present the discoveref seashells, but that plan quickly went up in flames when you always run back to Koushi to show off every little thing you discover.

At one point you even pick up a tiny crab. You tell Koushi to lie down and surprise him by putting said crab on his leg.

"(y/n) ... get it off," he whispers, voice strained.

"Nah."

"Get it off, please," he begs.

"Do it yourself!" you tell him before running off to find new things to show off.

Once Koushi manages to shake off the tiny crab, he quickly runs after you. It's not hard for him to catch up to you — kindergarten students these days run faster than you think — and he tackles you. The impact has you both rolling on the sand, laughing.

His body is above yours, ultimately pinning you to the ground. You gasp as you try to catch your breath from laughing. Koushi does the same.

"Are you going to get off of me?" you ask.

"Mm, how about a kiss?" Koushi grins. You roll your eyes.

"Me, kiss you? I'd rather die."

"You don't have to be so mean!"

"Hey, you'd say the same if I was the one asking!"

Koushi rolls over and lies next to you. His hand reaches to yours, and you grasp it tightly.

"This is fun," Koushi starts.

"Yeah."

"Let's do it again sometime."

"Okay, but I want to reapply my sunblock first." you say. He feels your body stir.

You lean in to give him a kiss before quickly walking back to where your parasol stands. Koushi lets out a heartwarming laugh before following after you.

This is a much needed vacation, and nothing screams summer more than the beach.

[starrygazers]

Hey... Long time no see, huh? I've hardly been on Tumblr and other social medias because all that's going on lately has been overwhelming, I'm probably gonna take a longer hiatus from Tumblr, but, have a great day!! -🌻

hi sunflower anon! I have been well, thanks for checking up. I'm also taking a short break ! I hope you're also doing amazing, I know how it feels like to be overwhelmed by the information going around, but I hope that you'll recover soon. praying for you and all the people participating in the blm movement !!! ❤️❤️❤️

[starrygazers]

I FORGOT TO SAY it's abt ballerina chuuya and violinist dazai and it's college au

for those interested I posted the prologue of the soukoku fic ! pls give me criticism or just give me your opinion abt it !!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/24588121/chapters/59388109