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Seriously you are the kindest please, every one of our interactions is fully cemented in my brain and is something that I hold in my heart forever. (also a separate thank you for putting me in your yeosang reading list I am honoured ;~; <3); I am genuinely so happy that you enjoyed this work and the world that I have written~ I the idea had been floating around for a bit of time, but clicked after the scene was set into a more 'ghibli-esque' feel! I am very fond of the stories and animation of the studio, and often find myself closing my eyes to imagine the world in those colours. Also not you being willing to move to the town please ;~; <33 Actually I am also an urban person through and through, but the unique sense of calm that smaller towns (especially ones in scenic locations) can offer is sometimes so so desirable, just for that lovely, heartwarming escape for a little while~

Aaah I am literally over the moon (the sun? ahah) because of the fact that you liked the weaving of the main themes and motifs! I was interested in trying to make everything sun-soaked, sunkissed, glimmering with the many variations of light and love and am super glad that you found that it delivered <3 me proceeding to scream because you quoted the line that made me personally smile but also you are giving too high praise omg literally just THANK YOU ;~; <3 indeed, the sharing of energy, wanting to support one another in the happiest of times and wanting to be soul to soul, heart to heart and timelessness to timeliness… all that connects to energy <3

PLEASE I AM ABOUT TO TATTOO YOUR WORDS AND THE HIGHLIGHTING ON MYSELF AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA; and not you looking back at the highlighted lines oh my this- I- I- I am honoured. Truly. This is so very meaningful to me and I am so glad that in my work you can find these kinds of quotes and messages you would want to return to <3 nOt SIR WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE PLEASE NOPE- (funny thing just today I was discussing Shakespeare with a friend, I am a great admirer of his masterpieces and his linguistic innovation~). Not me being on the verge of tearing up rn because I just really want to hug you and thank you once again for enjoying how I approach writing and what I express; ahaha a crackfic based around shopping lists now that would be glorious~

Thank you so much ;~; <3 really I am the same, when there is a love story where both characters are there for one another, through everything (even time itself), it makes me feel everything at once. I am bowing to you for who you are, for what you have said, and for your soul <3

AAaaah please again I am MELTING AS IF YEOSANG IS DIRECTLY STARING (aka sun is shining) AT ME. Really Yeosang does have the energy of a marvellous sun, and the summer season is upon us so I am glad that Sangshine helped with the immersion (also don't mind me straight up giggling, kicking my feet at the mention of the Yunho fic too). WE LOVE YEO'S BIRTHMARK AND ITS ANGELIC QUALITIES <33333 happy you liked its incorporation <3

Again, thank you so much for everything, much love <3

Sangshine

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🌅 pairing: sun god!yeosang x gn!baker!reader 🌅 genre: fluff, fantasy, soulmates, studio ghibli-coded 🌅 summary: when yeosang opens the door to your bakery, and a new chapter of your life begins, you cannot help but feel as though you had met before; yeosang is elated to relive every sunrise and sunset, and fall in love with you again. 🌅 wordcount: 5.4k 🌅 warnings/tags: solo edit, food/eating/making food, destiny talk, discussion of time, discussion of deities/olympus, kiki's delivery service-inspired setting, multiple lives, mortal/immortal, summer fantasy, seaside town, baker's assistant yeosang, his precious self, (not quite) strangers to lovers, falling in love again... and again, waiting for love, sun magic, mention of lacking sleep 🌅 a/n: when i say i listened to the playlist on loop, i mean it. this yeosang is dear to me, as is time, the sun, and the cusp of spring and summer, bringing transformation. this fic is also an early celebration of yeosang, our beautiful, talented malberman~ I hope you enjoy, love you, any and all reblogs, comments, asks and notes appreciated!

🌅 playlist: Suzume - RADWIMPS, Toaka ; Time for two - RADWIMPS ; A Town with an Ocean View, The Baker's Assistant, You're in Love - Joe Hisaishi, Path of the Wind (Piano Version) - URE Relaxing, Summer - Joe Hisaishi, Pekka Toivonen

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Once upon a time, on a day when the weather forecast had promised, and the grim steely clouds delivered ceaseless downpours, and you were stuck inside watching rain turn window views into a hazy blur and scare away any potential customers with its ferocity, the sun, cautiously, with a bashful grin on his face, apple cheeks and a boundless kindhearted disposition hinted in every gesture, entered your store.

Raven locks, slightly curled and framing his heaven-sculpted face, inquisitive eyes that were a complex painting, an entrancing shade of grey - one which, much to your surprise, you were fond of, unlike the endless expanse of rain summoners hanging above your shop. You attempted to regard him like you would any other customer, but stopped on your tracks, barely finding the counter with your hands as his form became the sole focus of your vision. It was as though the rain had purposefully passed him by, left an avenue just for him to enter the bakery and keep his leather dress shoes and black outfit pristine, the man crowned by a lucky spotlight. As the young man fumbled for a way to proceed, you wondered if he was a ray of sun himself and that was how he stayed dry in that torrential catastrophe. Forcing your mouth into a more amiable shape than blatant gaping, you returned his shy smile and inquired whether there was anything in particular that he was looking for - after all, if the man was in your store, and managed to expertly dodge what had to be the worst rainfall in a decade, he had to be determined to by something, anything. Silently, you were hoping that even if he were a passing face, that he could keep your business, and you, afloat. 

You left him a moment to ponder and watched him amble towards the counter. This allowed you to study his features at proximity, with bated breath as he leaned towards the glass display and looked at some of the pastries. The drifting of a couple of unruly strands as he lowered his head revealed the hints of a birthmark, a rosy pink blossom on the left side of the beautiful man’s face. Delicate, elegant. You looked away in an effort to appear more professional than usual for the sake of first impressions - you were not sure why this particular man had inspired the urge within you, seeing as you were so used to serving only locals and speaking in an array of neighbourhood inside jokes that you would think any newcomer would instead inspire callousness and aloof behaviour. But the unmistakable warmth emanating from him, the soothing balm of a brighter day that he appeared to carry made you want to grow closer, aim higher, beam instead of scowling.

He caught you as you were smoothing your apron, your break in attentiveness allowing his gaze to travel over you the same way that yours had done when he had crossed the barrier into the delicious safe haven from the atrocious weather that he had to schedule - unbeknownst to the residents of the town, he had actually negotiated to carve a few more sunny days, more days for him to search. It was rare, for someone like him, to stumble across little paradises. After all, for the most part the planet was a blur for him, a daily task and a routine roaming that he had to carry out and maintain. The last thing that the young god needed and had to want was the experience of mortal pleasures - the responsibilities that the deity, in the form of a young man, had were drilled into him again and again, and none of them involved doing what he was doing right this second. But the calls had grown too persistent as he passed by this town, too strong to dismiss, and the sky was curtained by clouds, much to his fortune. It was not that anyone would notice if a blip in the sunlight ever happened. He knew what he needed, and he knew that it was time to achieve it.

“Um, sorry. Do you have melon pan?” the young man addressed you, his deep, dulcet tone like music to your ears. The tilt of his head as the question permeated the air, subconsciously mirrored as you broke into a series of nods, setting off to the bread rack that was located behind the counter, off to the right. Seems it was good to give into your own cravings sometimes and impulsively introduce new items to the menu.

“With cream or without?”

One thing that you would have never expected was that a sun god would make it a habit to visit you in his free time, and be it for a sweet treat or for reasons known only to him, would put on an apron and fall into your beloved routine. What the deity never expected, and remained pleasantly surprised about, was just how readily you had accepted him, and instead of obviously falsified reverence that he had grown accustomed to from mortals who were graced with knowledge of his existence, you treated him as ‘Yeo’. That was the nickname you had given him after he had introduced himself with a human name - Kang Yeosang; a key which, upon turning, made him your new friend, and he would be lying if he said he did not feel elated when you happily shouted out his name from the back of the store, instructing him to move some trays around, or asking him to help you with some bags or dishes. 

If there was another heaven, it would be in the rhythm that he had rediscovered with you. In the cosy space of your bakery, Yeosang was at ease, in a tranquillity that he previously thought existed only in books and in mortal movies, in myths about eternal bliss, a paradise in the palm of one’s hand. Something that belonged to other lifetimes, other avenues that he had traversed. He thought that he was the one to have the better cards, the advantages, but it was you who had him figured out, despite his abilities, immortality and near-invincibility. After a particularly scalding hot day, the first words that you had spoken to Yeosang once he made the chimes that were hanging right above the door ring exactly at sundown, were: “you made the sun shine brilliantly today, Yeo,” leaving him awestruck. To you, it was only a matter of putting two and two together, making the man, or not quite exactly a man, into the legend that he truly was. After that, you simply delivered him a melon pan with cream, and pointed at the little table you had put out at the front of the shop, asking if you could enjoy the last of the rays together. He had happily obliged, stars in his eyes as you guided him out, balancing a jug of freshly made lemonade and a couple of glasses on a board resting 

As the days grew impossibly long with the climb of the spring into the summer season, so did the opening hours of the bakery, right up until you were stretched so thin over the day that you introduced a midday closing time with a break for a few hours, much to the surprise of the locals. At the same time, it turned out to be a welcome one, seeing as with the arrival of Yeosang, the number of people coming through the green-painted door increased considerably. Of course they would never say it, but you could detect a curiosity and admiration in them as they spotted the beauty strolling around in the kitchens, and the dreamy sighs when Yeosang would peek out, and even interact with some of the customers were far too obvious to ignore. If you knew any less, you would probably find yourself jealous, but at the same time, how many people walked under the sun, day in, day out? That was what you tried to tell yourself when the crowds of students would blast past, buying up the stock on one occasion and simply loitering around on another after their gruelling hours of cram school, and the odd brave youngster would try their luck to flirt with the god. His responsive stoicism, however, dispelled any of your itching doubts, and with a couple of polite nods and a step in a direction farther and farther from whoever was his unwanted interlocutor, Yeosang returned to the rhythm. 

He did not mind the visitors of the shop, nor the delivery men who brought you fresh produce and ingredients. In fact, he had made some new friends in this way. But it was when he could catch your grin, listen to your melodic laugh and feel a light playful tap on his shoulder that the light was truly brighter. Aside from the laborious maintenance of the glowing orb, patrolling his part of the world before he needed to pass it on, he was now a baker. Technically an assistant at best, but you proudly called him ‘the real deal’ when you applauded him for helping you with the brioche loaves. The coolness of the morning before dawn never felt warmer as his heart swelled with your encouragement, as if the sun really did set and rise in this bakery, home to nature’s magic and the adoration that he held for the world, reflected in your eyes that caught the hints of the rising sun. Nothing could be more beautiful. 

“Good luck for today!” you chirped with excitement evident in your voice, adjusting his shirt absent-mindedly, a habit that he had allowed you to form, the few precious seconds where he could let himself imagine a timelessness with you.

“Good luck to you too, and see you this evening. We have the Summer Solstice event opening!” Yeosang answered, matching your joy. While you adjusted his collar and clapped your hands a couple of times, satisfied with the neat look, Yeosang remained more still than the verdant green trees that cast calming shadows over to the side of the shop in the early hours.

“That’s right, so you better be prepared to work the till until you become the till,” you should have known that your attempt to move the blackboard sign would be intercepted, and the deity’s arms were already guiding themselves between yours to grasp onto the wooden frame. Whispering out an apology, a light blush coating his cheeks when your fingers barely brushed as you detangled yourself from the kind intervention, Yeosang moved the elaborate logographic art onto the street in its rightful place, continuing with his encouraging ponderings:

“First day sales are about to beat all records for this beauty.”

“They better, or the seasonal specials will-”

“I can always call my friends if you’re worried.”

“So I can have Olympus in my shop?”

“Why not? Your treats are heavenly…” he trailed off, partially in disbelief at his own choice of words. Rubbing the back of his neck with his hand, Yeosang decided to let the moment carry itself forward, listening to the trickling of time. 

Again, the gentlest touch of your hand on his chest as a laugh escaped you, and what had struck fear in his heart dispelled to reveal a brilliant sunrise. It was always you behind those sun rays, wasn’t it? The question crept out of a deep slumber, having lied dormant for what had to have been decades, now crawling up the walls of his consciousness, melting away doubts that came with every first meeting.

“You really are too sweet. Now go, can't keep your colleagues and the world waiting.”

As you peered into his eyes, clear, bright, hopeful, you felt as though you were looking at the sky itself, admiring its infinite expanse and omniscience. An odd sensation hinted at its existence as you did not dare look away, letting yourself sink further into ever-changing blues and greys, highlighted with flickers of a mahogany flame right by the pupils. Almost as if you had seen these very eyes before, gazed into the summer sky and caressed the sun itself as though it was an ornate glass marble. Perhaps this was another one of the peculiarities that came with interacting with the divine, you concluded and brushed it off, simply glad that in the now, in the early dawn on what was to be a hot summer day, you could look forward to more than ever before.

Yeosang bit the corner of his lower lip, in nervous contemplation, before tentatively reaching for your hand which had been resting by your side, and giving it a soft squeeze, barely there until you responded, fingers intertwining, answering to his unsaid hopes. Gaze not leaving the unity, thumb running over the edge of your palm repeatedly in an attempt to memorise the presence, he whispered out, half to himself, half to the divinity above and around him in sacred promise:

“I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll hold you to it.”

Even as he departed, and you watched his figure evaporate into the morning mist as he approached the reddening horizon, the feeling of his hand in yours remained as vivid as that feeling that you must have known Yeosang before, or at least the irreplaceable, unique warmth that he shared with you was something akin to the idea of home itself. Supported, quietly cheered on as you continued your daily duties and finalised preparations to open the store for the first half of the day, Yeosang was there in your every thought and movement.

The glints of sun as the trees, having been ushered awake by the earliest hints of warmth that the red tiled roof of the bakery caught, commenced their serene rustling, were ciphers, music to your vision that danced over the concrete of the street outside. The way in which the colours changed as the sun grew more prominent and energetic was a masterpiece in the making, white paint turning into a glowing fantasy. When you closed for the day break, setting off on a daily walk around the neighbourhood in your favourite linen dress and wide-brimmed straw hat, you were embraced by the luminance that ambled across the ultramarine heavens, Yeosang matching your stride.

Running your hand over the top of the stone fencing that lined the hill on which your bakery found its home, you let your gaze rest over the breathtaking scenery of your beloved town, the terracotta roofs, the cream walls that were highlighted with wooden planks that stood the test of decades, the cobbled streets and hustle and bustle of squares and markets, and the glistening ocean that was always the first to wave to Yeosang, all shining thanks to the summer sun. It was fascinating, how with the marvel of the seasons, the town transformed into a fantastical land that you could only hope to spend all your years in. It had always been your home, your calling, and even in the times when you had gone outside of the town’s boundaries, your heart remained right here, come rain or shine. Perhaps this was the true reason why you were so drawn to Yeosang - in his eyes, you saw the same place, the same time, the understanding of a home that was so personal you were convinced he was taking the threads from your very soul, and singing the melodies right back to you. Your own, only sun that you could not believe returned your daring, unwavering gaze. You waved at the midday orb, chuckling to yourself as a flock of birds dashed past, hoping that your cheers would be delivered. 

As you turned to give the bakery a once-over before turning the corner to head down the stone stairs that would lead you to a busier part of the neighbourhood, you gasped as the sign, a dainty metal pretzel right above the entrance rocked back and forth on the rod, as if waving back to you, and caught a sudden sun ray, reflecting the warmth for it to fall at your feet like a thousand stars, decorating the cobble to turn to an illuminated path of glowing marble. Unable to contain your beam, you bowed your head in gratitude and curtsied, wondering just what your neighbours would think if they were to poke their heads out from their bedrooms and shops. But you did not pay it too much mind, instead twirling around, and with a newfound lightness, found yourself on a mission to surprise the precious sunshine.

The longest day of the year, marking the moment when the sun would begin its slow journey to a hibernation for the northern hemisphere, and Yeosang would find himself growing that little bit less busy as a god, busier as your loyal assistant. He rushed down the streets as soon as his feet hit the concrete in a secluded spot that he liked to use for his returns, counting every second that passed and matching it to the start of the event. Seeing the small crowd that gathered by the bakery, waiting for their much adored pastries and cheerfully chatting away, pride swelled within him as he thought back to the wishes you had made, what you had been working towards and what you had now achieved. He glided into the store in efforts to find you, picking up the apron that you left for him behind the counter. You were in the middle of carrying a new tray of buns and motioned for him to take his position by the till - back to his favourite rhythm.

Customers came and went, the event turning into a hit, and by the second hour, your specially decorated melon pan was officially sold out; all except one for a certain someone, tucked away, kept safe. You almost felt guilty for keeping this tiny secret from the god, taking notice of his momentary confusion and barely restrained pout as he caught sight of the empty basket, and his disheartened stance as he picked it up and removed it from the display. You swore you saw what was already the night hour darken, and stifled a giggle, instead tapping Yeosang on the shoulder to give him a thumbs up for his hard work and mouth the words promising a gift. With a re-discovered vigour, the deity hurried off to assist an elderly customer who was trying with all her might to contain a loaf of sourdough and make it past a busy line - your store being the only one in this part of town to sport one in such late evening. As the chimes rang out again, you thought back to the little present you had acquired during your afternoon walk, barely containing yourself, bursting at the seams as you imagined what you wanted Yeosang’s reaction to be over and over again.

With the last of the customers came the quietude, a lulling blanket of deep navy decorated with stars that had been lying in wait outside of the bakery, a moment of rest for the sun god, a cooling serenity that you could share with him as you closed up, cleaned up, and ushered him to the little table outside - previously folded away and hidden behind an antique delivery scooter bike out at the front of the shop, so as to not attract attention, nor occupy the space that had always been set out for idle chatter of the visiting locals. As you let Yeosang finalise the furnishing of your makeshift lounge, you recalled his curiosity of the wheeled machine, and your suggestion that one of these days, he could use it as a chariot, much to his child-like excitement. You turned and made a beeline for the store, almost running into Yeosang in the process, your balance restored only by a pair of strong hands on your upper arms.

“What’s the hurry?” as though electrified by the contact, his hands flew away from you just as suddenly as they had caressed your skin, though, much like the heavenly reassurance of his presence on your wrist, the ghost of him remained around you, seeking an embrace. Retraining your focus on the man before you, you huffed and continued past him repeating “just you wait”, over, over like a mantra, a spell that you wanted to use to keep him in place.

Thankfully, he did not follow, instead stepping closer to the window that was now exposed to the moonlight since he folded the ruby red awning, faded with the years of sunlight and rain storms. Yeosang folded his toned arms, smiling to himself as he watched you throw one item, another onto a wooden tray, and shuffle back outside, not once breaking focus from balancing what had to be priceless treasure, considering how carefully you set it down in front of him.

“Sit.”

“But you’re standing.”

“Yeo, come on, sit down, I am just energetic!”

“After that shift? Are you sure you are not a god or demi-god yourself?” he countered, tilting his head.

“I- hm. Okay so we are standing then?”

“I want to be energetic with you!” the innocent comment made your chest ache, and what had previously been utter conviction that what you were doing was casual, customary for colleagues, friends, passing faces who had grown familiar, shattered into a vulnerable confession.

You stilled, the nervous rocking on the balls of your feet ceasing to bring you comfort, the erratic motions and gesticulations as you struggled for a response disappearing into the night and leaving an entrancing clarity. There was no other way to present this, and you had accidentally pushed yourself over the edge, a stance, a dare that you were no longer able to back out of. Facing the sun, you stepped closer and closer to it, and reached for the first item on the tray.

“Here is a little… thing I kept for you.”

“No… no way, is that melon pan!” he exclaimed, taking the small paper bag from your hands and peering inside, amazed to find his, and your favourite sweet bun. The crisp cookie dough layer solidifying the neat, recogniseable hatching, containing a custard cream inside, another homemade specialty. 

“You know, I recently found out that melon pan has another name,” dropping the bun back into the bag to give you full attention, Yeosang glanced back at you and pushed a stray strand of black hair behind his ear, preventing it from blocking his view. Gesturing for you to continue, he nearly squeezed the custard out of the bread upon hearing your elaboration: “a friend of mine, she works at a bakery in a city down south, and there, they call this sunrise bread. Funny, isn’t it?”

“So you bake suns in your oven?”

“Guess you could say that.”

How was it that you managed to leave him breathless regardless of the time you met was forever going to remain a mystery, but one Yeosang never wanted to solve. Instead, he was waiting with a fluttering heart for the moment you were going to say the words that had imprinted themselves in his eternal being, and travelled across from heaven to earth, from the east to the west, echoing in his mind as he searched for you over and over again until finally, your dawn could greet him. He remained silent, glancing at you and at the last hidden object on the tray, a box leaning against the glass jug, this time filled to the brim with a peach ice tea. 

“I… was at this antique store today. Don’t really know what brought me there but as soon as I saw this, I knew I wanted you to have it. I-... well, I don’t know if gods have birthdays but since it is the Summer Solstice, and you are basically the sun itself, I wanted this to be a little celebration of… you?”

“Of me? But-” never, not a single time could the divine being find rationality in your kindness, only the crossing of stars that tugged the fragile lonely hearts together into an intricate waltz woven in the skies. 

“Check it out!” 

Yeosang counted the seconds that passed once more, this night, this fateful night being so cruelly short, but so full of promise. His hands, trembling ever so slightly as he attempted to remove the lid, a trepidation taking a hold of him. Your infinite pools hurried him on with their anxious darting, and inhaling the sweet scent of the sea and his earthly home, he opened the box to reveal just what he had been anticipating, a relic, centuries-old masterpiece passed on from one you to another. Forever yours, finding its place in the same antique shop to return to him and to you, making another beginning. 

He searched for the ring at the top of the sun chimes, stained glass beauties attached by sturdy strings to a hook that, the next dawn would find purchase at the base of the bakery sign above the light grassy green door, there to remain for a measure of time. Lifting it out of the box, Yeosang admired the stars, the crescent moon, the sun that had been crafted and immortalised just like himself, ready to attract and dissipate every ray that would grace them. A miniature galaxy contained in impossibly intricate artwork, with every sparkle appearing to house a memory and still hold space for the near and far future. Your future, his future. Lost in the relief of meeting the object as though it was a good friend, he barely registered your diffident approach.

“So… what do you-”

“I love it, Y/N.”

“You do?”

“I do. And I think I know just where to hang it. If you do not mind, of course,” upon seeing your nod of approval, he lifted his arm to turn and point at the pretzel, gleeful when he saw your face light up brighter than the sun he was tasked to carry. “Let’s do it now, before it is too late to sleep and before the sun rises. So that I can visit you more while the days are still too long.”

Insisting on saying your morning goodbyes to him, even though barely a few hours had passed between the hanging of the chimes and the palette of the skies gaining lighter blue, lilac and pastel pink hues, you stood under them, huddled in a wool blanket to minimise the contrast of the cosiness of your bed and the breeze travelling down the still, somnolent streets, alive only thanks to the the scattering of lamps and the world surrounding them, watching over them. One blink, another as you tried to rid yourself of sleep to convince Yeosang that you were perfectly fine and ready to start the day. In reality, you simply wanted to catch the first glints on the chimes and follow his journey across the sky, dreaming of his sunset back in your bakery.

Hands concealed by the thick material and unable to smooth his shirt, you could only take a step towards the divinity, the action turning symbolic. What you did not anticipate, however, was that this dawn, he was more than happy to take over your duties and instead of him melting under your softness, your ears were turning red as he pulled the blanket tighter around you, taking its edges that were close to your face, adjusting the ticklish fabric like it was a one of a kind ball gown - unbeknownst to you, that was was exactly how Yeosang saw it, and when he saw you trying to nuzzle into it and away from his amused expression, he could not resist any longer, and with one final pull rested his forehead against yours, noses colliding briefly causing you to let out a feeble yelp.

“I’ll see you in the chimes later, yeah?” he whispered against your skin, the proximity proving intoxicating as you could only just register and make sense of his words, initial shock wearing off to lay down the path for the return of the same feeling from the earlier night, only this time more real, more certain fully reciprocated.

“And later. I’ll make more sunrise bread for you.”

“I think I know something even sweeter. If you will let me indulge, of course.” the last moment before the break of your dawn, a question by which the world was hanging in intimate suspense. 

The past, present and future collided as, in response to Yeosang’s careful request, you boldly closed the already practically nonexistent space between you, finally understanding the true meaning of being sunkissed. It did not take any time at all for the god to return the revealed fondness that you had kept guarded until it only felt natural to bring to light. Like the balmy immersion of the elements, suspended on the cusp of spring becoming summer, Yeosang leaned in with immeasurable affection as if he had been carrying it for all his eternity and kissed you like a long-lost lover who wanted to, through every movement, recollect the memories made, the days spent together, retrace the unity of two beings colliding into one entity, set alight like the brightest star in the universe. 

As he tried to remain more level, gentle in an effort to not expose you to the early dawn’s winds, you grew frustrated from the lack of true warmth, wanting to fly closer to the sun, into it, be consumed by it. Gliding your hands out from under the blanket, you reached for Yeosang’s shirt and pulled him towards you, dragging him impatiently to the open door where you promptly shrugged off the material. Perplexed and worried, Yeosang momentarily broke away from the kiss to ask you whether the action was comfortable.

“Aren’t you going to get cold?”

“Are you saying the sun god cannot keep me warm?” chuckling at the fluttering of his eyelashes, abashedness at your ambiguous choice of words evident on every part of his face, you let your arms rest on his broad shoulders, gleaming back when his own found your waist, playing with the material of your top.

Touching your nose with his own, he was shy in his advances, seeing every wrong turn and prospective hurt unfold in accompaniment to the tragically perfect duet of a mortal and an immortal soul. Knowledge of the lives you had lived, while it was a blessing, at the same time was a series of unbearable lessons that decorated Yeosang's heart like untreatable scars. The mark on the side of his face, your first ever caress, a peppering of butterfly-like kisses on his face, celestial stardust, which has manifested itself as a symbol joyously tying you to him, now emitted that familiar dull burning, having re-encountered its creator. This was an ache that he would give up the sun to experience again and again, the pizzicato thrill warmer than the coming heatwaves, than the surface of the galaxy's centre. 

"I don't want you to ever burn, Y/n." He murmured, understanding that the words would not hold as much weight in your interpretation. You took another step towards him, pressing yourself close, surrounding yourself with his solar flare.

"I trust you. Do you trust me too?"

"More than the skies above us, always."

"Then I know that we will be a beautiful sunrise."

He peered into your gorgeous eyes, looking for anything to stop him, convince him that he needed to step away, knowing full well that he would find nothing except his love returned, amplified by your own. Such was the merry-go-round of life that had been set out for you and Yeosang, an unstoppable turning of the gears that were set in motion by destiny. Now, the light began, soon there will be darkness, and in the future, foreseeable by the god, there will be more light. The sun will peek out from the edge of the planet, crawling across the foaming waters to call the residents of this town awake again and again, whether there was to be a town here, or not. The sun remained, and so did Yeosang's eternal wait for the next turn of the divine clock's hands. As he shut his eyes and kissed you once more, feeling heaven and earth collide, his musings reduced to a simple melody. He was happy that in this lifetime too, the sunshine found you.

[inkykeiji]

hi clari, i was very inspired by your touya-nii series and wrote a lil one-shot fic, would it be alright for me to post? there aren’t similarities plot wise or really much with the character, just touya being reader’s step-brother and also involved w drugs, as well as him getting angry because he saw her walking home with male friends. i absolutely understand if no! i don’t want to steal your work or infringe on your creative content at all!! i’ll credit you obvs but really, no hard feelings if you don’t want me to! i’m just happy with the piece and would like to post it. hope you’re having a great day!

hello anon!! oh my gosh yes, of course you can!! i really, really, really appreciate you asking, thank you so much for that <33 aaaah i’m so happy n honoured that my work inspired you to write something!!! and i’m even more happy to hear that you’re happy with the piece, that’s fantastic sweetpea!! <333 also, thank you so very much for crediting me! if it’s not too much to ask, please tag me, i’d absolutely love to read it omg!!! aw thank u bb i hope you are as well <333

[sk3tch404]

WHAAAT NANA??? YOU'RE DEVELOPING A GAME??? HOW CAN SUCH A WONDERFUL AND TALENTED PERSON BE EVEN GREATER? IT'S INCREDIBLE!

Jokes and dramatic acting aside, you're seriously incredible and you're school life seem very interesting.

What do you think of the 23rd logic path and its essence? While I may not be a big fan of the Helena's logic path skin, I have to admit that it grew on me (AND OMG ANN AAAAAH SHE'S SO PRETTY I'M SO SORRY).

Anyway, remember to take care of yourself and don't overwork <3

- With a lot of love, 🪞

AWWW YOURE TOO MUCH MIRROR NONNIE <33 TYSM ILYT

School life is pretty in the dumps, but it's all good. I'm just gonna ignore it

Tbh Helena's skin is cute, just a little questionable when you really look at the details

AND YES ANN LOOKS SO GOOD. EMMA AND GALETEA LOOK AWESOME TOO <33 I WANT EMMAS BUT THE GACHA SYSTEM IS SOOO BAD I HATE IT

Thanks for always looking out for me anon :) You be careful and take care of yourself too

- With more love, Nana

[80sbear]

Hey just discovered your blog and oh my gosh your art is gorgeous!! So much spirit and a really unique style, love it so much - hope you’re doing well!

hellooo!!!!! 💞💞

aaAAAH THANK YOU so so much omg!!!!!! this means a lot,,,,,,, 💗💗 i really hope youre doing well as well anon, youre too kind,,,,, 💕💓💞

[tellywoodtrash]

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apologies are the laaaaaaast thing on his mind once you did THAAAAAT, anika. 😏😏😏

haaaaaaaaye. 😍😍😍

i swear, shivaay is never more attractive to me than when he’s all puppy-eyed and apologetic. 😚😚😚

… like i get that you two are in the middle of a very deep conversation and all, but i just can’t help but wonder: standing in the middle of a pool in fulllll clothes, it just doesn’t look very comfor… ok never mind. 🤐🤐🤐

OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG 😧😧😧

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE SAID “meriiiiii saanseinnnn ruk rahi haiiiiiii”!!!!!!!!!! 😍😍😍

but also, why won’t this man just say the words I LOVE YOU? like, sab kuch toh keh diya aur kar liya, bas yahannnn pe hi aake kyun atak jaata hai? 😕😕😕

or are we saving that for a later waala “i love you dammnit!!!!!!” type track? 🤔🤔🤔

ok i’ll stop complaining. haaaaaye. meriiii bhiiii saansein abhi ruk rahi haiiiiiii. 😚😚😚

HooOOoOoOOooOLLLLLLYYYYYY MOTHER OF GOD. 😧😧😧😧😧😧😧😧😧

well, it’s been nice knowing you all, but i’m sorry, I’M FUCKING DEAD NOW. ☠☠☠

R.I.P. ME. 

ok seriously, i’m quitting my day job and starting a “marriage/sex counselling for tellywood couples” kinda thing. i see big money in my future. 😣😣😣

the 101 course is for all the tellywood wives, who ask their husbands “yeh aap kyaa kar rahe hai???” when the men dare to make a move towards them. 🙄🙄🙄

“i don’t care.”

what he’s not saying: i haven’t got some in a super long time, possibly ever, and you’re not making it easy on me, prancing around everyday in these backless tops, and especially right now; standing here plastered to me, all wet and sexy. please cut me some slack. 😗😗😗

“room mein chalein?“ 

lmaooooooo now that billu’s made a move, uski self-control ki dhajjiyyan hi udd gayi hai. 😆😆😆

ughhhh he’s sooooooo cute and giddy and excitedd and smileyyyyy. 😍😍😍

girl, why couldn’t you have smiled at HIM, and shown him that you were into it tooo? nahi, uske saamne toh you look like you’re being tortured. 😒😒😒

OHHHHHHH MY GODDDDDD NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. WHY IS MUMMMEHHHHHH HEREEEEEEEEEEE?!?!? DON’T BE KILLING ALL THE LADY BONERS LIKE THIS, SHOW!!!!!!!!! 😩😩😩

OMG FUCK OFF PINKY. 😑😑😑

@ANIKA: CALL SHIVAAY BACK INTO THE POOL AND MAKE OUT WITH HIM IN FRONT OF HER FUCKING FACE JUST TO SPITE HER!!!!!!! 😤😤😤

"humaare beech ki doooriyaan khatam karna” lolololol tellywood and its ridiculoussss euphemisms for sex. 😂😂😂

“kya karoon?” ok girl, i’ll tell you. bang him first, and then use the baaki ke do din to come up with a plan on how to vanquish mummeh. 😇😇😇

with occasional bang breaks during those two days too. 😏😏😏

prinku is a fucking idiot to trust kamini again, if not just ranveer. 🙄🙄🙄

i really dgaf about anyyyyy of these irrelevent losers. where the fuck is my boy mahiiii ve???? he’s the only one i care about in this track. 😫😫😫

arre waah, anika has a new sessssssssky black salwarrrrrr for “sleeping” innnn. 😏😏😏

LMAOOOOOOOOOO IN THOSE 5 MIN, LOOK WHAT HE’S DONE TO THE ROOM. THIRSTY MUCH, SHIVAAY???? 😆😆😆

whyyyy is everything in this house SUCH A PRODUCTION???? baat baat pe ghar sajaaa dete hai. like… calm the fuck down. you know, you caaaaan do things without having the whole place look like a fairy light factory/flower market threw up in here. 🙄🙄🙄

i don’t get it, she came into the room all changed? like… where did she change??? does she keep a whole different wardrobe elsewhere in the house coz she can’t change in her room? 🤔🤔🤔

also does this room have a bathroom or not? when this set was used for beintehaa, we used to see the attached bath all the time, but they never show us that area on this show… 😐😐😐

ok i’ll stop blabbering about bathrooms and the architecture of the room when there’s clearly more important things to focus on. I JUST HAVE A LOT OF NERVOUS ENERGY RIGHT NOW OK?!?!!?? 😖😖😖

bro, at least close the fucking doooor. matlab, itniiiii bhi kya jaldi? 😶😶😶

pffffffffft. this corny ass fucker. 🙄🙄🙄

question: how did he even arrange all this shit??? lord, did this loser have the servants on standby with all this stuff for the past few weeks?? 😟😟😟

*5 minutes earlier* 

sopping wet shivaay running into servants’ quarters yelling “THIS IS NOT A DRILL, THIS IS NOT A DRILL, I’M FINALLY ABOUT TO CLOSE THE DEAL. PLAN: SUHAAG RAAT IS A GO, PEOPLE, 👏🏽 MOVE 👏🏽 MOVE 👏🏽 MOVE 👏🏽 !!!!!” *runs back out*  *servants finally relieved, coz the sexual tension was killing them too*

welp. he said it. no mincing wordssss. 😧😧😧

is she being purposely obtuse??????? 😕😕😕

lmaoooooo, billu’s already beginning to lose his… “excitement”. 😂😂😂

lmao yepppppp, look at her face; she’s definitelyyyy fucking with him. 😂😂😂

and not in the fun way, that he had in mind. 😆😆😆

LOL LOOK AT HIM SHARMAOFYINGGGGGGGGG. GOD, THIS IDIOT BOY. 😂😂😂

pappu toh tum bana rahi ho is bechaare ka, anika. 😐😐😐

lmaooooo, billu ji ka para chad raha hai. and again, not in a funnnn way. in the old, phone-smashy kinda way. 😬😬😬

god knows how many phones are going to get sacrificed to shivaay’s sexual frustration. 🙃🙃🙃

jesus christtttttttttt shivaay, you talk too fucking much, and in the lamestttt, cheesiest fucking way possible. just kiss the goddamn girl. she’ll get all the info she needs from that. 🙄🙄🙄

GIRL, THAT’S NOT THE KIND OF JAGRAATA HE HAD IN MIND!!!!!!!! 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

a reminder for our viewers at home, that this is a 33 year old man that you’re watching, who can’t seem to tell his own damn wife that he wants to have sex with her. yes, you heard that right. 33 YEARS OLD. 😒😒😒

“woh waala. dusre type ka.” LMAO CHEAPDA. 😆😆😆

“dealllll hi toh sign nahi ho rahi hai yahan par. 😒" 

LMAOOOOOOO. 😂😂😂😂 also, return that Businessman of the Year award please. we’re giving it to a man who’s not THIS terrible in the bedroom. 😋😋😋

FUCKING FINALLY. AWAIIII KE 5 MINUTE BAATON MEIN BARBAAD KAR DIYE. 😒😒😒

ugh fuck off kamini. i hope for their sakes, that prinku/ranveer are scamming her. 😑😑😑

not that i particularly care. you three could die tomorrow and idgaf. 🙄🙄🙄

OK THE SCENE CHANGES ARE SO DAMN ABRUPT. COULD THE EDITING TEAM PLEASE WORK ON THEIR TRANSITIONS PLEASE????? FOR A SECOND I WAS LIKE EW I DON’T CARE ABOUT RANVEER/PRINKU’S SUHAAG RAAT. 🤢🤢🤢

if both his hands are on her face, why’s she still holding her hand behind her back? 🤔🤔🤔

… was she NOT fucking with him? i was absolutely positive she was??? DON’T TELL ME SHE REALLY DID NOT KNOW WHAT WAS HAPPENING? 😱😱😱

godddddd. this guy really TALKS too much. just get to it, you chatty cathyyyy. 😑😑😑

again, how long has he been holding on to this lingerie that he bought for her???? this thirsty ass fucker. 🙄🙄🙄

"TUMHE sharam aa rahi hai toh MAIN (mooh) kyun ghumaaoon??” hahahahahahahahahaha 😂😂😂😂😂

ouffffff, pooo baniiiii parvatiiiii. matlab jaise 20 years of sanskaari star plus bahus’ bhoot ek saath ghus gayi ho iske andar. 🙄🙄🙄

lmaooooo his face at being called a “2 rs cheapda husband” 😂😂😂

“pehenti ho ya… pehnaoon main?”/“khud pehenogi ya mujhe pehnana padega?”

oh hot dayuuuuummmmm. 😧😧😧

such a bittersweet callback to the last time he said this - the day they got married, when he forced her into tia’s joda. how far they’ve come since then. 😌😌😌

also, a reminder that the more things change, the more they stay the same. 😂😂😂

I’M SORRY I JUST CAN’T STOP LAUGHING AT HOW HAPPY/EXCITED HE LOOKS. THIS STUPID ADORABLE BOYYYYYYYY. 😚😚😚

god this ridiculous comedyyyy musicccc. we get it, it’s funny. no need to go SO over the top with the audio cues. 🙄🙄🙄

also lord, that… thing… is so ugly. 😟😟😟

maybe next time, just get her a voucher shivaay. you clearly can’t be trusted to shop for anything but 10 crore ke kangan. 😕😕😕

LMAO BILLU, LIKE, IS *THIS* THE HILL YOU WANNA DIE ON? GETTING HER TO WEAR THIS STUPIDASS THING? PEHENEGI BHI TOH WAISE BHI 5 MINUTE MEIN NIKAAL KE PHENKNA HI TOH HAI. FOCUS ON THE ACTUAL GOAL, YOU FUCKING IDIOT.  😂😂😂

did she just… run OUT OF THE ROOM, looking like that???? lord above.😣😣😣

billu doesn’t look too displeased though. aaaaah love. 😌😌😌

ouffff, justttt send the pics to whoeverrr you’re going to, aur khatam karo siyaapa. awaiiiii ka time waste. 😒😒😒

also this is soooo clearly anika’s old house. matlab, do they just have this one set for all non-oberoi mansion locations???? 😕😕😕

note: she’s back to their first meeting waala outfit. the last time she wore this was the morning after daksh tried to murder her, and these two made a fresh start to their marriage. interesttttttting. meaning today marks another new phase to their marriage as well. will it be a good phase, or is it the beginning of the endddd???? 🤔🤔🤔

good vibes only, lord. i can’t stand more sadness in my life rn. 😞😞😞

“kal raat ki apni embarrassment calculate kar rahi ho?” lmaooooooooooo this snarky little shit. 😂😂😂

also, did she not come back to the room after running away??? where did she sleep??? 🤔🤔🤔

an image of her sleeping between gauri and omkara just came to me and now i can’t stop lol-ing. 😂😂😂😂😂

he’s soooooo fucking cute whenever he asks her what she’s up to. genuinely interested/amused by this crazyass girl and her daily antics. 😚😚😚

“raja bete, bibbe munde, sundar bachche” 😂😂😂

why is there a half abandoned mehendi pattern on her hand? it looks really weird. 😬😬😬

ok i never thought there’d be someone more awful than me at math, but thank god for anika. she makes me feel so much better about myself. 😌😌😌

… is this a thing for world environmental day or something? like… what’s the point of this randomass conversation about water consumption? 😑😑😑

“aur tum, jo mujhpe paani phenk phenk kar kitnaaa paani waste karti ho." 

lololol. way to turn the tables, billu. 😆😆😆

ughhhhhhhh, he’s too cute. just too fucking adorable.  💖💖💖💖💖

ughhhhhh, fuckkkkkk offfff pinkyyy, you fucking dementor. 😡😡😡

stop it anika. you’re scaring my bechaara billu. 😭😭😭😭😭

oh, this idiot is back home. 🙄🙄🙄

not that anyone particularly cares. ab toh shaadi bhi ho gayi, paraya dhan and all that. oberois have washed their hands of her, mentally. 😐😐😐

oh gooood, billu knows something’s bothering anika. 😌😌😌

god the outfits for tomorrow fill me with such intense rage, ke kya bataaaon. not only are they eye-bleedingly ugly, it reminds me of the whole nakuul’s shitty insta caption BS. don’t even wanna watch tomorrow’s ep. 😡😡😡

also, why is everyone shocked? do i even want to know? 😕😕😕

i bet she went and brought mahi ve. 😐😐😐

[inkykeiji]

THE ENDING OH MY GOD. I just had a freaking latent realization omg. Dabi is going to fuck Keigo up. Oh no. Oh my fucking god. I am still reeling over "poison" and am still freaking out about it. And I haven't even said anything about Daddy Dabi like??? Hello?? You did FANTASTIC? The way he said daddy that first time, with such derision, ahaha oh man. Mmmm and the way he's like, not super nice but still soft. Or the GREASER VIBES. I def got those feelings, especially with the movies and car 🥺🥺

ehehehehehehehehehehe 😈😈😈 HE’S COMIN!!!!!!!! i actually just finished writing the beginning of part two 🙊🙊 v excited for u all to read it aaaaah idk when part two will be like, COMPLETE tho :((

YES i said this in another ask but 50s/60s american car culture + classical hollywood played a big role in the look/feel of this piece, if that makes sense????? some fun film history trivia for u: most people wrongly think drive-ins in the 50s were a response to the rise of television, but that isn’t entirely true!! it played a small part, but the driving force was actually the fact that 1. car culture had become HUGE in the 50s and 2. everyone had moved from the cities into suburbs and had started families. so drive-ins played to both of those; obv you drive in with ur car hahaha but they had family rates, and playgrounds etc to cater to the families, and were built on vacant plots of land just outside the suburbs!

ah WOW thank you so much, i can’t even express how much the compliments in the second ask mean to me in particular, because eeeee my ultimate dream is to write scripts (and maybe even make films, but that’s waaaaaay in the future ehehe) so any time anyone talks about my work feeling ‘cinematic’ in a way i get SOOOOOOO fucking giddy aaaaaaaaah ehehehehehe oh my goddd thank you thank you thank you i love u so much <333 but yeah i’ve been studying films for a very long time so i’m sure that has something to do with it ehehe

[inkykeiji]

part 3 of touya-nii was so good like ofc this fucker has a branding pen lying around in his bedroom ofc he does lol. anyways! i loved creepy lil virgin shig :) he’s so diff from “break my bones” shig, but in like the best way. the way he wanted to cuddle and keep touching the mc was just ahhhhhhh. his love language is physical touch and i loved the way that was written! esp the part where he’s scratching at his neck and the mc takes his hand away and either kisses his neck or kisses his hand (i have terrible memory). that was so sweet and tender in a not very romantic moment. i also feel so so bad for the mc bc she’s gonna be locked up every more tho and i’ve been thinking more about this since part 2, but like what does she do without touya. like she’s pretty much been cut off from the rest of her social life, so how is she gonna work or go to school u kno. how does her life proceed without her being wholly dependent on touya. idk i just feel bad for her a lil. esp bc i think that she’ll grow to resent touya. i rlly think that touya will hold shig over her head for ages like they could be having the most romantic moment a year after she “cheated” and he’ll just bring up her and shig and ruin the vibes. as much as she brought touya back to her, i think she relinquished the last bit of freedom she had in order to do so. i wonder if she thinks it’s worth it. i also wonder how shig behaves after all of this. like there’s gotta be some way he can sneak into the house and see the mc (bc i do think he’ll be a lil attached like cmon he’s the other man and he lost his virginity to her) but idk how their relationship will move forward. shig seems too clingy to just let her roll off his shoulders like some random fuck.

but yeah :) lots of thots are being thunk and i just wanted to say that i loved part 3 and the whole series. i loved how even after thousands of words of smut u still managed to twist our stomachs into knots in the final sentences of part 3. very bittersweet. -star anon

so sorry star anon i wanted to answer this earlier but then my boyfriend came over and he is uhhh very distracting so!

he is so different from break my bones shig!!!! break my bones shig would be like,, 8 years older than him???? like in my mind he’s about 28 tho i should really mention this in the actual story somewhere huh but yeah it was super fun to explore tomura in such a different context & i’m so so so happy you guys like him 🥺

she’s absolutely helpless without touya and that’s how he likes it. he brings her to and from school (after the incident in part 1 he never wants her walking home again) and firmly believes she has no need or reason to work, not when he can more than adequately provide for her. BUT i’m glad ur feeling a lil sympathy for her!!! atm she seems more than content with being touya’s perfect little doll but in the future, who knows????

oh he’d definitely be the type to bring it up in an argument too!!!! they’d be fighting and then he’d pull the ‘yeah well you fucked my best friend, so’ even though he is not nor has he ever been best friends with tomura, and even tho it would be random and literally not make any sense in the context of the argument, it would still get reader to stop, pause just for a minute, enough for touya to metaphorically lunge for that kill n probably gaslight her a lil etc

I TOO HAVE BEEN THINKING A LOT ABOUT HOW TOMURA WOULD BEHAVE AFTER THIS INCIDENT.

aw thank you so so much for that lovely compliment 🥺 <33 and as always thank u so much for your fantastic feedback!! i truly look forward to it so much, you always ask such intriguing questions and i love hearing what affected you most!!!!

[inkykeiji]

hello, bby💞💞 i absolutely ADORE everything u write, ur insanely talented!! I wanted to ask, you’ve mentioned several pieces of art, precisely songs and films, that have inspired ur work; could u give us some music and movie recommendations that have similar vibe to some of ur fics??? Thank u in advance, I hope u have an incredible day/evening, lysm💓💞💖

THIS QUESTION OOOOOOOH YES ANON YES okay okay first of all, thank you so much!!!! i appreciate that a lot <333 YES i love film so much hehehe <3 my music recommendations are pretty much the same as they always are. the films i’m recommending here; i’m not exactly sure if they have a similar vibe to my fics as i’ve found it difficult to find many films that fit that criteria, but here’s a nice huge list of films that have influenced my main series’, and how!!

beware!! very long post under the cut hehehe AND POTENTIAL SPOILERS FOR BMB IF YOU KNOW THE FILMS HEHEHEHEHE

𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬

the godfather, part 1 + part 2

AAAAAAAAH okay, literally one of my favourite films of all time, the godfather (+ the godfather pt 2) is a fucking masterpiece. tomura’s close relationship with his father was both inspired by bnha itself as well as michael corleone’s relationship with his father, vito. michael is the golden child even though he’s the youngest, and i love love love how cold and ruthless he can be!!! he’s also super smart.

goodfellas

listen. if henry hill from goodfellas and michael corleone from the godfather had a baby, it would be tomura. he’s slightly more henry than he is michael, but his characterization pulls from both of these characters!! henry is fun, he’s reckless, he’s young, he feels like a god and he loves cocaine. henry also becomes very paranoid, a path with tomura is currently speeding down (albeit much more intensely, with legitimate mental health issues, but you get it). i also love the subtle ‘mafia princess’ trope goodfellas has going on with henry’s wife, karen (that scene where she says she’s going shopping and asks him for money, and he takes out that massive wad of cash?????? brilliant, one of my faves hehehe). henry also has some difficulty dealing with his emotions!!

narcos season 1 + 2

k, i can’t say too much about how this incredible show inspired bmb; i kind of feel like listing it is already giving away too much hehehe BUT i love the pure POWER pablo exudes, and i love his relationship with his wife and how family oriented he is.

scarface (both the original 1932 version and the 1983 version)

WOOOOOOOOOO OKAY. for the 1983 film: cocaine my friends. cocaine and violence and toxic relationships!!!!!!!  i kind of love elvira hancock more than anything else; she’s so glamorous and fun and just aaaaah she’s definitely not as ‘baby’ or ‘good girl’ as bmb!reader is, but her sheer class and cute dresses and just how SPOILED she is reminds me a lot of bmb! for both 1932 + 1983: tony’s relationship with his sister, gina (which tbh borders on incest). gina’s another one of those ‘mafia princess’ types, and tony is extremely overprotective of her and spoils her like mad, too. she’s also fits that ‘good girl’ archetype a lot more!!

reservoir dogs

purely the violence. the violence the violence the violence, the crude and crass way the men talk to each other, and the fact that they’re like a lil organized crime group put together by a boss. i am IN LOVE (IN LOVEEEEEEEE) with mr blonde (aka vic vega <333). mr blonde’s extreme sadism reminds me quite a bit of both dabi and tomura, and he’s even referenced in the lil torture piece i wrote!! also, you literally cannot tell me that vic wouldn’t spoil the absolute HELL out of his good lil princess if he had one <3

(not a film, but!!!!!) hamlet

break my bones is very very very loosely based on hamlet (which is my favourite story of all time. literally. i love hamlet so much i can’t even put it into words); with tomura as hamlet, dabi as a mixture of horatio and laertes, and reader as ophelia. hamlet, my precious baby, is a spoiled fucking brat, who loved his father and was loved by his father. he’s also very intelligent, but falls prey to his indecisiveness and his inability to make decisions, in addition to the rapid decay of his mental health. that’s all i’ll say hehehe

baby driver

the relationship between baby + debora reminds me of the relationship between dabi and reader a lot <333 i also just love the aesthetic of this film, and the undercurrents of organized crime!!

the shining

just a teeny tiny bit; i cannot say anything about this or i think it’ll give something away!!!!!

burning

trios!!!!! trios!!!!!!!!!!!!and the relationship dynamic between jong-su, hae-mi and ben??????? absolutely incredible and reminds me quite a bit of the dynamic between tomura, dabi + reader!!

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐀𝐔 (𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞) + 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐲𝐚-𝐧𝐢𝐢

i’m grouping these two together, because a lot of their influences overlap in terms of dabi + reader’s relationship!!! (i’m pretty sure we can all agree that touya-nii is so fucking Daddy, too <3)

true romance

i fucking love this movie, so so so much. i’d go as far to say that clarence and alabama’s relationship has without a doubt inspired or influenced every single romantic relationship i’ve written in at least some way, shape, or form. i LOVE them. i love their co-dependency on each other, i love their whole ‘it’s you and me against the world’ vibe, and i love how far they’re willing to go for each other. also, again, organized crime (no surprise), and alabama is just the cutest fucking thing i swear to god. that scene of her + virgil in the hotel room will forever be one of my absolute FAVOURITE scenes in cinematic history. i would die for this woman i love her more than anything. she’s so cute yet so strong, so brave, so IN LOVE, and aaaah that is just one of my favourite characteristics ever ever ever. i love women who are soft and strong at the same time, even if that strength isn’t physical.

sid and nancy

hello to one of the most famous toxic relationships ever!!! honestly, i don’t think i have to explain this one much LMAO. obviously my readers aren’t as hardcore as nancy and almost always fall into the ‘innocent good girl’ category, but their RELATIONSHIP itself reminds me quite a bit of the relationship between touya-nii and his princess <3

bonnie and clyde (1967)

ahahaha yet again, another very toxic, very co-dependent type of love. like clarence and alabama, i love how these two are literally willing to die for each other—they’d go straight to the ends of the earth for one another, no questions asked. this type of love is extremely unhealthy, obviously, but it’s something i am extremely fascinated with and love exploring in my work! also, that whole ‘fuck the world let’s commit crimes together’????? very tag you’re it dabi x reader!!!

pulp fiction

more specifically, the relationship between mia and vincent. the sexual tension there is fucking crazy, and i love how mia is yet again one of those ‘mafia princess’ types. really, this film applies to bmb as well, but i’m putting it here because the way vincent gets so so SO soft for mia reminds me of the way touya-nii and dabi in these two series in particular get soft for their readers. also, to a lesser extent, the relationship between butch and fabienne. i know a lot of people don’t like fabienne and get annoyed with her, but i think she’s just the cutest thing and i heavily relate to her and her babie/crybaby nature <3 and of course, the relationship between pumpkin and honeybunny (for tag you’re it especially!) <33

breathless (a bout de souffle)

there’s just something about michel that reminds me of touya-nii SO much. i think it’s a combination of his attitude as well as his petty life of crime, and the way patricia hides him in her apartment...i don’t know, it’s difficult for me to put into words, but i love him a lot <3

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the joker + harley quinn: i feel like this is so obvious LMAO but i’m obsessed with the idea of that all consuming voracious love that borders on serious obsession. extremely possessive socio/psychopath and his dumb lil baby????? yes <3 (**i also wanna make a note to say that harley isn’t dumb AT ALL, but J will often insult her in such a way, and sometimes the men who write her portray her as such as well >.> but harley is one of my favourite female characters ever. i LOVE how girly and fun she is while still being extremely strong and (sometimes, depending on the version) independent. she isn’t without flaws, and i love how her mr j is basically her kryptonite <3)

speaking of batman, bruce wayne: what can i say, i just love spoiled rich men who have serious issues dealing with their emotions and walk the line of good and evil <33333

anakin skywalker/darth vader: listen, anakin was seriously slighted by those prequel films. but underneath all of that bad writing, at his core, anakin is a fantastic character. he is SO strongly governed by his emotions and is extremely selfish, and his love for his wife and family is ultimately what leads him down the path to the dark side <3 his emotionally charged motivations remind me a lot of CANON dabi!!!

thelma and louise: i just love their relationship, like, a lot hehehe. their relationship and the ending of this film reminds me a lot of my snowman & me; just yet again that whole ‘it’s you and me or it’s death’ type thing.

the darjeeling limited: it should be obvious at this point that i love trios, and i love complex characters and the relationships that come along with them. the relationship between the whitman brothers, the dysfunctional family, the truama and sadness...i love it all. this film is absolutely beautiful and really doesn’t connect much to my work other than the character dynamics, but i love it so dearly.

mad men: again, those misogynistic toxic relationships and the dependency betty has on don for the first few seasons!! also my god, the aesthetic, i am obsessed.

twin peaks: this hasn’t shown up too much in the work i’ve posted on my blog just yet, but i’m head over heels in love with the dreamy unsettling feeling that saturates this entire series, as well as the drugs and crime. also dale is my baby, protect him with everything <3

blade runner (both films): for city aesthetic

suckerpunch: an absolutely awful film but also one of my guilty pleasures, purely because i love babydoll so so so so so much <33 again, more for aesthetic than story.

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honestly, my music recommendations are exactly the same as they are in this post right here. lana del rey, lil peep, chase atlantic + the neighbourhood are the four that i’d say influence my work the most tho, and have the most similar vibe to my stuff!! also, nicole dollanganger is an incredible artist and lyricist, and i’ve been told more than once that my work and her work are quite similar (which i agree!!!). her stuff is hauntingly beautiful, but i have a lot of difficulty listening to it because it hits a little too close to home and makes me cry literally every single time. so please be wary of that, i’m giving a general trigger warning for her because she can get quite dark. but her work is absolutely fantastic, i highly recommend as long as you feel that you can handle it!!! <33

AAAAAH I KNOW I’M MISSING LIKE A MILLION THINGS I SWEAR but these are the films (and tv shows) + artists that readily come to mind!! thank you again for your question anon, i love stuff like this so much and i love discussing films and art hehehe <33

[inkykeiji]

CLARI hi omg!!! I just saw what you were saying about tomura from the touyanii universe and I just wanted to say firstly everything you write is literal magic (seriously.. it plays like a movie in my head rather than words I’m reading and whenever I stop reading I feel like I’m getting snapped back to the real world) BUT ANYWAYS, I just wanted to tell you if you ever made a new reader for tomura in that universe I woudl probably keel over and die because that would be SO PERFECT and I can’t even imagine how beautifully you would write tomura actually falling in love with a new reader who I can only imagine will be as perfect as all your other reader inserts <3333 literally your fics inspire me to be a better writer and im just so in love with your writing style too so I just wanted to say all this but I hope you’re doing well and taking care of yourself !!!! 🤍

WAAAAH HELLO!!!! <333

oh my gosh i hope you’ve been well!! <333 i’m so happy to see you in my inbox again!!! waaaaah my sweet friend thank you so much for that magnificent compliment, i appreciate it a lot!!! <33 i’m always so so so flattered whenever anyone compares my work to cinema/a movie in any way, because i love film so much and just aaaaah it’s truly an honour to hear, so thank you for that <3

HEHEHEHE yessss i really, really want to write tomura again soon. i do have the bmb christmas series to finish + post of course, and i have another bmb tomura work (a prequel), but tnii tomura is so vastly different from bmb tomura and i miss him a lot :( i’ve been thinking about him a lot lately and i jotted down a few more ideas for a spin off series with him, so that’s very exciting!! they’re just concepts, though :/ it’s still lacking a plot at the moment. i always feel guilty when i work on other things when i have so many other series’ to finish (especially when some people have been patiently waiting for over a year now for specific pieces) so i definitely have to just put it aside for now while i finish my tag you’re it series. i feel like once that’s done, then i can finally start concentrating on starting a new series, even through i have a million and one oneshots to write for my other AUs hahaha <3 anyway now i’m just rambling hahaha i’m sorry!!

oh my gosh, seriously, that is one of the best compliments any creator can get, in my opinion. it’s so special to hear that your work inspires others to create as well, or to continue creating and further working on their craft!!! thank you for sharing that with me <3 aw hehehe i am trying my best!! i hope you are as well <3 and i’m sorry it took me forever and a day to get to this!! <333

[inkykeiji]

Hi Clari!!!! Me again 🥺 I really hope I’m not annoying you but it’s just so nice to come and talk to you so I really hope you don’t mind 🥺 firstly your hawks piece was so wonderful, as usual!! I read the whole thing and was very obsessed, despite how I still have not started the show 😭😭 and of course my usual weekly reread of bmb because I just cannot get it out of my head 🤕 seriously did you put crack in that fic because I just constantly find myself thinking about it or going to your master list to read it and it’s just wow. I also saw that you said you’re posting a second part to that fic where reader is hawks’ sister and I am so so excited for that!!!!! that first part was so incredible, despite how I keep thinking the first part of bmb is my favorite thing you’ve written I always start changing that whenever I read something new of yours.

I also wanted to say how wonderful it is just talking to you through these asks, I was so nervous and intimidated to send the first one but you are a literal angel and it just makes me 🥺 I actually just wrote and published my first really long fic yesterday and I’m so proud of it and I just wanted to tell you because I was able to get through writing it from how inspired I was by you, which I know I keep saying but I just feel like I have to give you some of the credit. but regardless, I hope you have a fantastic day and thank you again for responding to these asks 🥺🤍

hello my sweet friend!!!!! no no no you’re not annoying me at all, pinky promise!! waaaaah that’s SO lovely thank you so much!!! <33 i don’t mind one bit, and i’ll tell you and reassure you as many times as you need to hear it!

i literally love talking to all of you so much, so please please never feel like you’re bothering me!! never!!! i may take a few days to answer sometimes, but rest assured that you are never ever bothering me! ALSO I FORGOT TO RESPOND TO YOUR BEAUTIFUL COMMENT YOU LEFT ON YOUR LAST ASK oh my god truly that brought tears to my eyes, i can’t even tell you how much the sentiment means to me <333

AAAAAH hehehe thank you so much!!! i’m so glad to hear that you enjoyed it!! <33333 waaaahhhh that is still like the most magnificent compliment you could give me, thank you thank you thank you!!!

WEEKLY REREAD EH?????? please ur so cute aaaah hehehehe i’m surprised part one is your favourite!! so far, i think part three is my favourite! and YES!! that series will be three parts in total!!! those two (bmb and the tag you’re it series) are my two favourites i literally cannot decide which one i like better hehehe. i like them each for different reasons, and their each so important to me and personal to me but personal to me in two very very different ways you know???

AWWWW PLEASE YOU’RE SOOOOOO PRECIOUS <33333 no no oh my god!!! i’ve gotten that a few times and it always makes me giggle a little because i’m literally the least intimidating lil kitty on the planet i swear to god ehehe <3 AAAAAAAAAAH CONGRATULATIONS SWEETPEA THAT’S SO INCREDIBLE, I’M SO PROUD OF YOU!!!!!!!!!! <333333333 oh thank you so much for sharing that with me, that’s so lovely and special and i am truly honoured to have played a role in your inspiration <33 hehe thank you i hope you have (or had!) a fantastic day as well!! thank YOU for stopping by to chat with me and sending me such incredibly thoughtful asks <3 i really appreciate it so much, seriously, thank you <3

[inkykeiji]

I really love tomura and i really love dabi. I hope tomura doesn't get hurt in the end but then dabi????? how does a girl choose between the 2?? this might sound weird but i like tomura's personality because i like guys that are possessive but i bet dabi can be the same exact way. Ahhhhh I am SO so excited about your third part of break my bones!! have a safe and happy new year <3 <3 <3

SAME ANON, SAME!!! it’s a very, very tough choice 😔😔

no ehehe it doesn’t sound weird, i like guys who are (consensually) possessive too!!! dabi could definitely be the same way, although bmb!dabi is, in a lot of ways, much softer than tomura—like reader would totally be able to get out of punishments etc just by being extra sweet to dabi n batting her eyes n all that <33 (and this is already evident in part two!) he just isn’t as strict as tomura, yk??? he’d still be so fucking jealous n possessive tho!!!

aaaaah yay me too!!!!! i actually uhhhhhhh have been v bad and started writing the freaking prequel to bmb last night (this morning???) at 6am lmaooooo i need to be STOPPED seriously i have to get my writing schedule together n stop impulsively starting more pieces and then overwhelming myself istg i just miss daddy tomura SO MUCH i’m gonna fucking cry

eeeee thank you sweetpea i hope you have a safe & happy new year too!!! <333333

[inkykeiji]

O.o I just finished part three for the 3rd time and can finally try to properlyrespond. Omg. So let me preface this by saying I grew up in a household with a very insane and unstable person, they should definitely be in a padded room but their S/o refuses to do anything about it. To this day they are still that way because they refuse to put themselves back together. This hits in such a hard and amazing way. Your writing is so well thought out. The depth of emotions and portrayal of such. The inability to properly explain what is going on from that characters point of view. Holy cumbs. That just hits feels. The need to fix them and to keep trying and make everything better in anyway even if it is by accepting them pushing you away or hurting you. As a people pleaser that hit my core because I get that, it is so hard to walk away from and recognize that you can't fix it for them. Thank you for working so hard on this. Your passion and ability is amazing as well as your understanding of emotional experiences and portrayal of them in an honest way that is not disrespectful. Thank you. Not sure if that makes sense but I can't wait to see what else you write! Please take care ❤

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TW: mental illness and drug addiction

THIRD TIME!!! my goodness rabbit, that’s INCREDIBLE!!!! oh my gosh, seriously, thank you SO much, from the very bottom of heart, for sharing this with me. thank you thank you thank you. i’m so so so glad to hear that you felt that my portrayal was realistic and authentic, and that you could, in one way or another, relate!!! i pulled from my own struggles and experiences with mental illness while writing tomura’s parts in this piece (as both i and several of my family members suffer from mental illness) and i know that mental illness can be such a personal experience and differs in the way it manifests in each person, so to hear that you (and others!!) have felt such a way makes me so happy.

it’s very difficult, and many people get torn between (exactly what you said) caring for the person they love and getting hurt or harming themselves by staying with this person. i have watched family members do this. but you really, really cannot help them if they don’t genuinely WANT that help, if they don’t genuinely want to get better and are willing to try.

but, at the same time, i understand just how difficult it is to GET that help, how painful and exhausting it can be even though it is ultimately very rewarding in the end; sometimes the path to getting better or learning how to deal with your symptoms in a better and healthier way is just too much for some people. and that’s why mental illness sucks SO fucking bad. because there are a lot of people who wish to get better in some capacity (i’m not like, super into the term ‘get better’ because tbh for those of us with chemical imbalances in our brains...it isn’t going away, you know??? you just learn how to manage it better, but it never fully leaves) but end up giving up because it’s so difficult and so much work. it’s truly a paradox and something you have to put so much work into, so i have sympathy for those who struggle with sticking with treatment because good GOD is it ever extremely exhausting.

i hope that makes sense; i believe everyone’s mental illness is their own responsibility, all i’m saying is that i can sympathize with those who feel they aren’t strong enough for treatment (though, just in case there’s anyone in this position struggling with this: i promise you, you ARE, and it is so so so worth all of the pain and exhaustion in the end <3).

but yeah!!!! a lot of people CAN’T walk away because of that guilt or love or sense of duty they feel towards their suffering loved one.

ah thank you so much for your kind words my lil white rabbit!!! i appreciate them, and you sharing your thoughts with me, so much!!! i admire your dedication, my gosh, and i am truly so happy you enjoyed part three!!! <33333

AAAAAH RABBIT THAT HURT SO MUCH?????? THAT HURT SO SO SO MUCH LIKE OUCH but that art is sooooo beautiful!!!! he looks so pretty i’m 🥺🥺🥺 thank YOU for being amazing bb!!! and that’s totally fine, don’t worry about it!!! <33

[inkykeiji]

hii🥺 ok ive never really talked to any blog whatsoever but you, you’re just... wow i don’t knowww, your writing has blown me away and inspired me so so much—from your touya-nii series to bmb i’m so IN LOVE with your writing and have started getting back into writing just because of your work. plss keep doing what you’re doing and thank you for providing us with so much detail and content and the smut😫 GOD TIER. i love you so much, thank you!!!!!

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OMG BB I’M UR FIRST!? LIKE UR FIRST ANON EVER????? stop that’s SO cute aaaaah omg omg hi <33

aw sweetpea, thank you from the bottom of my heart. it always makes me feel super warm n fuzzy inside when someone tells me that my work has inspired them to start creating again, that’s seriously such an incredible compliment, so thank you so much for that!!! ehehehe i will anon bb i promise (I plan to write for a living, so!!)

I LOVE YOU TOO ANON AAAAAH SO VERY MUCH <33333 i’m so lucky n thankful to have you here with me!!! ALSO welcome to the emoji club!!! <3 🥳

[inkykeiji]

clariii hello:)) anyway j wanted to say my best friend and i rly rly love ur writing and she made me write a thingy vaguely inspired by it and uhh if u wanna read it 👉🏽👈🏽 lol i send it via dm first and thEn saw that u don’t usually respond oopsies

hello!!! aaaaah that is such a wonderful compliment, thank you so much!!! being told that my work inspired someone else to create something of their own is just so incredible to me and i’m very flattered, thank you for sharing 🥺

ahahahaha oooooooh the bathroom, yes yes i think i know what inspired this ehehehehe

also, thank you for reading through my rules and respecting them!!! most people don’t, so that really means a lot to me 🥺 i seriously appreciate it, thank you <33

[inkykeiji]

Your Keigo fic had me crying tears of joy at how wonderfully angsty it was. Can I just say I love how you write the tug of toxic/arguably unrequited love? I completely recognize the feeling and it hurts soooo badly, but I understand it and feel your writing on such a level. The sadness is unbearable but it's allowing me to kind of heal from that last toxic love I felt. Of course my partner helps too! I'm so thankful to him as well as your writing for helping me feel and cope in a healthy place🎀

bow bb!!!!!!! ah i am so incredibly sad to hear that you recognize the feeling and that reading my work sometimes hurts you, but so incredibly honoured to hear that my work also helps you cope in a healthy way <333 thank you so much for sharing that with me <33 at the same time, please please please promise me you’ll be safe when navigating my writing, and won’t read something that you know for a fact is going to be damaging to you and your recovery!!! also, please let me know at any time if there’s anything you’d like me to tag/add to the warnings list!!! i care about you and i want you to be safe <33 (responding to your other ask under the cut!)

my day has been okay so far, i’ve been stupidly busy these past few days which has been a lil stressful but other than that i’m okay 🥰

aaaaah sorry about your cramps!!!!!! cramps are seriously the worst 😠😠 i hope with all my heart that you continue to feel better and that your cramps subside soon!! <33

aw that sounds so, so lovely bow <33333 i know no one can do much because of covid, but do you two have any plans?? I TOO SEE TOUYA AS SOMEONE WHO WOULD ENJOY DRINKING FOR NEW YEARS ehehehe i could see him going to a party n just chillin with friends, not like blackout drunk but like sufficiently buzzed ehehehe 🥰🥰

[inkykeiji]

AH! I JUST FINISHED THE NEW BREAK MY BONES PART AND I AM SO ATTACHED TO EVERYONE!!

Hun, your writing is so amazing!! You really get the reader so involved and invested in all the characters and YES I love love love this version of shiggy, I know it's rather a toxic relationship but I am so so ATTACHED and in love with him oof he has my heart

Like I just want reader to give him kisses and love him to death omg

But also with dabi, THAT ANGST!!! It's so heart breaking and oof the fear of them getting caught together is INSANE!!

You invoke such an emotional response in all your readers and you're just so talented!!!

I'm SO EXCITED FOR MORE!!!

HAVE A GREAT DAY!!!

thank you SO much for this, oh my god <33

OKAY BUT SAME!!!!!!! i feel crazy attached to this version of tomura and idk why???? like he’s v special to me, i’m really really really excited to write this next part, because i’d like to seriously delve into him and his feelings throughout this all. there’s so much to explore there and i haven’t had a chance to touch it yet!!!

aaaaah please this message made me smile like an idiot, thank you <33 i truly do think that being able to trigger such emotional reactions in readers is one of the best feelings/compliments ever, and i love it when you guys share them with me <33

YOU HAVE A GREAT DAY TOO BB <333333