#what other ship names exist for this goddamn

[kinnsporsche]

my lover's body is a map

They're all scarred. All of them. There isn't a single person in the firehouse that's unscarred, it's just the nature of the job. But that doesn't make the process of getting them any easier to deal with.

Buck's drawn to Tommy's scars - and, okay, one time is an incident. Maybe twice is a coincidence. But three times?

Now that's beginning to look a lot like a pattern.

chapter: 1/4

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[lacrimosathedark]

I need the comic book fanfic writers to be made very aware of something:

Roy Harper is the only one to EVER call Jason Todd "Jaybird".

This isn't a family name that he picked up on, or that Roy made and the family has adopted. Roy is literally the only person to call him that. Dick doesn't, Babs doesn't, Bruce doesn't, nobody but Roy does.

The others call him Jay sometimes, in old comics Jace was said a few times (which I actually like and wish people would use literally at all). Bruce has said "Jay, lad" like once and fandom adopted him calling Jason "Jaylad" but that's not horribly egregious so I tolerate it. Dick occasionally calls Jason "little wing". That's about it.

Jaybird is very specifically a Roy Harper thing.

(Honestly yall better appreciate me actually looking back in RHATO 2011 because BOY do I hate this comic. It's not only poorly written, but in my opinion, ugly as fucking sin and I need to burn my retinas now)

That is the first instance of Jason ever being called "Jaybird", and it becomes a lowkey running gag that Roy calls him that and Jason "hates" it.

And then we get this post Heroes In Crisis

This whole thing may have been poorly written because, again, Scott Lobdell sucks, but the intent is to evoke intimacy to make Roy's death hurt. Jason is supposed to have just lost his best friend and was told by Bruce Wayne whose last appearance in his life was beating the shit out of him and, oh yeah, who saved Jason? Roy Fucking Harper.

In addition to the fact that Roy only left Jason to get help for himself. He was supposed to be in rehab/therapy, somewhere safe, and he fucking died because of handwavy Speedforce shenanigans or whatever it's been retconned to now because nobody liked Heroes in Crisis. Roy was supposed to be getting better and he died ostensibly in an accident. Like if that's not the worst fucking bullshit--

This scene of Jason calling himself by what he deems a stupid nickname would mean jack shit if everyone and their goddamn cat called him "Jaybird". But it being a Roy-specific thing makes this scene distinctly about Jason being vulnerable and actively grieving. It's such a cliche trope, and a real coping mechanism, to call a deceased loved one's phone just to hear their voice in their inbox message again. He probably has no thoughts that Roy will ever hear it so this is just for him, but he's letting himself accept this dumb nickname Roy gave him now because it was Roy that gave it to him and Roy is fucking dead.

Like, in fairness it probably frustrates me more because I ship the two and parallel it with Oliver calling Dinah "pretty bird", but like...even as just a cheeky friend nickname, nothing romantic behind it, having everyone else call Jason that feels wrong. Especially his family who he still has so many issues with and, like it or not, he's closer to Roy than literally any of the Bats at this point.

This isn't the only time I've seen the fandom do this (this being giving nicknames between characters that just don't exist); Jason calling Tim "replacement" is absolutely rampant in the fandom and I hate that too because he never calls Tim that, and refers to him as such like once. I have a whole list of actual nicknames and insults these motherfuckers call each other somewhere, but maybe another time.

In short

STOP HAVING EVERYONE CALL HIM JAYBIRD.

Thank you and have a nice day. <3

[a-memory-a-distant-echo]

ok, i'm being so brave and making the rec post that i told anon i would do like three days ago.

the obligatory caveats. this is not comprehensive—i haven't read all the fic in this fandom, and i've barely looked at anything not in english. my reading habits are pretty broad—i'll read almost any pairing, and am generally willing to suspend my disbelief to do so. i am not usually an au person, though this fandom is doing its absolute damndest to prove me wrong on that point.

also i have…more…fics that i felt i should rec somewhere, so probably this is rec post one, but ten felt like enough and also saying things in public where people can hear me is, it turns out, absolutely excruciating. please no one be mean to me about this post, especially if you wrote one of these fics, because if you are i will simply fill my pockets with rocks and take to the sea, ok? ok.

excited to find out what i manage to do that ruins the formatting, links the wrong fics and/or people, or otherwise breaks things in this post. please tell me if i've fucked up, or if your fic is on this list and you would rather i keep your name out of my mouth, or whatever.

first, a very special mention to the mlc reference guide by @yletylyf. this is such an incredibly comprehensive and generous resource. you want a timeline for this show that does an incredibly poor job of maintaining its own timeline? it's here. you want episode summaries? they're here. you want all the people and places? they're here. if you're writing fic, you want this guide, because it's so much easier and faster than scanning episodes or subs files to figure out the name of one specific guy or whatever. it also means that at least occasionally you work on the thing rather than accidentally rewatching the same scene five times, or hypothetically watching two to four episodes without even really thinking about what you're doing. the reference guide is the unsung mvp of fandom.

beyond porch and portal, difanghua, teen, by willowdream. this is the vampire au that i didn't know i wanted? the author posted it and their note was like 'i'm trying to be the change i want to see in the world,' and i was like ok sure, i'm not really convinced that the change i need is vampire aus, but i'll give it a go, and then i did and was like, oh shit, i'm eating fucking glass about this vampire au, i'm chewing on my own fucking fingers, i'm so fucking normal about this, i need another hundred thousand words of this and also seventeen more vampire aus in my inbox by monday morning. i literally finished reading it and scrolled right back to the top to read it again. i have no idea why this fic hits so hard, but it took me out at the knees. the voices are perfect. something about it is just impossibly compelling.

不安的遠離，再无歸期 | restless distance, without return, fang duobing/qiao wanmian, mature and teen, by @difeisheng. this is technically two fics but they're short and you should read both of them because they're such a brutal, perfect encapsulation of grief, and a really beautiful acknowledgement of the ways that fang duobing and qiao wanmian can be read as reflections of each other, separated by a decade, and it just fucking guts me. i dunno. it's about the grief! it's about the yearning! it's about someone who understands parts of you that you wish didn't exist! i think i've reread this like once a week for the last six weeks and i feel like it gets overlooked because it's not A Ship but like. it could be. it should be.

dance the silence down, fanghua and feihua, explicit, by @momosandlemonsoda. this fic. ugh. ok. i'm breaking my own rules. i had two when i started writing this post: no works in progress, and no reccing things that i haven't left a comment on, like a goddamn grownup. this one fic is breaking both of those rules and i feel bad about it and will hopefully spend like, all day tomorrow just commenting on every chapter or something, but i have to do this. this fic is so good. this fic ruins me. this fic is 63k, still a work in progress, and also if i were losing the whole internet tomorrow and i got to keep one fic in all the world and it was the only fic i could have for the rest of time, it might have to be this one, even as a work in progress. i ignored this fic for so long—by which i mean probably two of the four months since i first watched mysterious lotus casebook—because i was like, i don't like aus, and i especially don't like rock star aus. (or sex work aus, and you're never gonna fucking believe what else this author is writing and what else i absolutely cannot get enough of—this is a sneaky bonus rec for all i wanna do is wrong, another fic that i feel so so so normal about!) but then i was like okkkkkkk but. maybe i'll try it. people seem to be nuts for it. and then i read it and i was like OH HOLY SHIT PEOPLE ARE FULLY CORRECT TO BE ABSOLUTELY UNHINGED ABOUT THIS and normally, honestly, i wouldn't bother posting a rec like this because it's like 'oh haha have you read the five most popular fics in this fandom?' and it feels so redundant, but i know for a fact that a friend of mine who finished watching the show yesterday is reading this post, and even if everyone else has read it, she has not! anyhow as a former music person and a former diner cook, this fic like. i don't know. i feel like it broke me but also fixed me? i literally criticise writing professionally and every time i try to talk about this fic i find myself speechless because it's so perfect to me. i am deeply unwell about this fic. every time a new chapter comes out i sit down and read the whole thing again, yes, all sixty-thousand-plus words of it. some nights you go to bed and you're like 'what's the fucking point?' and then you're like 'no wait, there will eventually be more of dance the silence down,' and somehow that makes things suck a tiny bit less. my wife has made me take out like six sentences from this rec because they're too intense and too weird about it but i need you to understand: you have to read this fic.

in this dream, there is a lover to share this life with, fanghua, g, by @lianhuajing. alternative ending for the end of episode 27, in which li lianhua—precious man who has yet to discover a hill he's not willing to die on—apologises to fang duobing the only way he knows how, and it's wildly upsetting for everyone (but it's ok and it doesn't end miserably, no one panic). this is a delightfully angsty treat, and i love how conflicted fang duobing is in it—i feel like it's not something that i've seen explored a lot, but this poor boy really fuckin goes through it—his best friend and his childhood idol are the same person but are lying to him about it, and his dad's not actually his father and has been lying to him about it, and his best friend/childhood idol may have killed his father, and—yeah, is lying to him about it. like? someone give this poor man a hug and a cup of tea and a snack and a blankie. i love that we get to see some of his internal conflict in this.

quintessence of dust, feihua, teen, by justthereforit. this plays with one of my very most favourite tropes in the world, which is the one where the heart is a physical object and a physical form of trust and control and surrender and—like. this is so good. it's set in episode 13, which is, for me, one of the absolute peak angst points, and it absolutely nails it. di feisheng who's upset and vulnerable and frustrated and angry, li lianhua who knows he's going to die and can't bear the thought that he's going to take anyone else down with him, and they're both just so fucked up. chef kiss. i love it when everyone is emotionally wrecked and continually like 'ok no, i can take one more knife in my soul to protect someone else', and this absolutely delivers on that.

under moonlight, we change our futures yet again, feihua, explicit, by @thesilversun. the wedding room! obviously we have to have a wedding room fic, right? i'm not going to lie: i'm willing to suspend a lot of disbelief for wedding room fics, but in this one, it's actually a wonderfully, horrifyingly plausible setup. it walks a really fine line of keeping people in character, and acknowledging the inherent horror and seriousness of the situation, and also providing some desperately hot sex, and also managing to get the emotional beats of it, too. it has a sequel, which imo really has to be read as the conclusion to this fic, and it's just as good. it's possible that some of what i'm saying here is 'i love vulnerable-inside crusty-outside di feisheng' but like. i do. i love it so much.

what's sealed away, feihua, teen, by @bbcphile. AMNESIA FIC yessssss, a-fei my beloved, fics that handle brain damage/memory issues/amnesia well my beloveddddd. i love the a-fei arc, but i also have had a number of brain injuries and some other stuff that means that my own memory is…not so great, so i sometimes really struggle with how often amnesia in fiction is played off either as nothing to worry about or as a funny thing where everyone's in on the joke except the person who has amnesia. this fic is a great and sometimes very visceral exploration of a horrifying experience, and a really fantastic study of a-fei/di feisheng as a character, as well as the relationship that he has with li lianhua. a-fei trying to balance the trust he has in the sense memory of his body with his understanding of his relationship with li lianhua with li lianhua's reaction to—everything, really—is really well done and wonderful/terrible to read.

我只愿面朝大海 | i wish only to face the sea, g, by foreverstudent. ok so you wanna fuck yourself up some more? go read this. this is canon divergence from episode 39, and fang duobing has learned too well the lessons he's been taught, and sees the shape of things before li lianhua ever touches the wangchuan flower—so he sets about making sure that he won't be able to throw it away. this is agonising and gorgeous and maintains the canon relationships while developing the narrative differently. i wept literal tears. i was like 'ok that's it the worst part is over!' and then i remembered that there was another part coming and then i started crying. anyhow, it is—as ever, with me—about the devotion.

我住長江頭, 君住長江尾 -- i live upstream, you live downstream, fanghua, teen, by @rimbaudofficial. ok so this is Not a fic that i should like, because i am a massive academic failure and despite being in my forties have regular nightmares about having to re-engage with academia for like. any reason. HOWEVER. as noted, i read indiscriminately, even when i'm like 'reading this is a terrible idea and will be upsetting for me personally!', so i was like 'well, how bad of an idea can it possibly be?' and then instead! it was. incredibly charming? it was so fucking cute? the fang duobing characterisation in this is somehow just perfect to me—he's simultaneously confident and vulnerable, and also just so deeply committed to the weird clueless guy who he's decided is meant for him. di feisheng and li lianhua have a perfect weird-bros friendship. i would read another ten chapters of this and i would love it.

[targaryenrealnessdarling]

Nestled Deep

15/12: Dreams & Dirty Talk - Ettore Word Count: 2.1k~ | Warnings: dirty talk (obvi), fingering, somnophilia, masturbation (m), cumplay, dubcon, ettore is a warning himself, mentions of violence

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In here, sleeping pills were like fucking gold dust.

Having to cosy up to Dr Dibs was bad enough, but not as bad as not being able to sleep at night.

That bitch knew. She knew that they needed them to have a good night's rest, and now knew she held all the cards.

He wanted to cave her fucking face in.

For a moment, he'd actually considered it. Until he thought better.

There was no escape here after all. If he did something as stupid as that, there was nowhere to go and hide like back on Earth. He'd already been caught there once due to his stupidity. It would certainly not be happening again, as much as he wanted to.

Instead, Dibs seemed to be giving the men's share to the women, double drugging them without them realising, so that they'd sleep deeper and for longer at ‘nighttime’.

For what purpose? He didn't know. And frankly, when it came to their wellbeing, didn't care one bit.

He only cared about himself. Something else he'd learned on Earth, especially in their prisons.

His body ached from the mandatory exercise from the day before. Muscles decompressing the moment his back met the mattress, throwing his arms over his eyes to shield them from the harsh blue light that remained even at times of rest.

Across his cell, he heard the little, steady breathing of his cellmate. A woman he barely even knew by name, but had seen almost every day since boarding this goddamn ship.

He couldn't complain, really. She was a quiet cellmate and never bothered him, which is more than could be said for some other women on the ship, acting like they hadn't seen another man with a cock between his legs for years.

Usually he wouldn't mind when women were throwing themselves at him. But there was something about their desperation that for some reason turned him right off.

But she, well, she never spoke to anyone.

He could recall perhaps a few times he'd heard her voice. When she was talking to Dibs and when she mumbled brokenly in her sleep.

Tonight, she was out cold, the double dose of sleeping pills doing their magic. When he looked over, her lips were slightly parted, her chest rising and falling slowly, her eyelashes fluttering as her eyes moved beneath her lids. Her hair was fanned out on the pillow, and the sheets draped around her middle. And with her shirt slightly lifted, he could scarcely see the soft flesh of her stomach.

It was a bit pathetic, how he could get hard from just that alone.

He sighed and slipped a hand down his sweatpants, his eyes slipping shut once he wrapped his fist around his cock, pumping quickly to relieve the ache that had built there. He knows he should really go to the Box, but when did he ever play by the rules?

He only used the Box when he felt like it.

“Mm…”

He froze, eyes flying open to look at her.

Was that a fucking moan?

She moved, inhaling and exhaling as she moved slightly, her hips shifting in micro-movements. And under her pale shirt, he can clearly see her breasts moving, the hardened nipples beading at the top of them.

He felt himself throb in his palm.

And suddenly, he was unable to look away.

It was unmistakable. How her hips moved tiredly, languidly, searching for a friction that didn't exist.

Even beneath the covers, he could see her pressing her thighs together.

How her lips parted wider to let out breathy whines, his name following it in a near-whisper.

It was quiet and broken, but she'd said it.

Ettore's eyes lit up like he couldn't believe his luck, a wide grin splitting across his face.

She was having a fucking wet dream.

About him.

Fucking tease.

He almost hadn’t registered how he got to his feet, his length hard and needing beneath his sweatpants, and padding to the side of her bed. His breathing was quiet but steady, as if aware of not making noise to wake her.

He almost wanted to make sure she was actually asleep, worried this was some cruel trick and her eyes would fly open at any second.

But it didn't happen.

He watched the needy little thing writhe around in bed, the sleeping pills giving her a deeper, more sound sleep, her consciousness pulled so low that her nocturnal movements were confident and unabashed.

He bit his lip, thinking very carefully what he was about to do. Batting around the thought, weighing up both the repercussions and the reward.

But he was too fucking hard to think about the repercussions.

One hand pulled the sheets off her body, watching her legs prickle with chill. Eyes darkened at her figure laid before him. The little tease didn't wear any shorts, just underwear, as if she knew this would happen.

Or at least that's what he reasoned.

He slid into her bed next to her with calculated movements, making sure to not wake her even in her pill-addled sleep.

It had been so, so long since he'd felt the warmth of another woman on his skin, he nearly sighed out in contentment when he felt hers against his bare chest. Laid on his side next to her like this, he could look down her body, seeing the shadow of her cleavage, the soft curves of her hips and her shapely legs, all laid out for him.

If she were awake, she'd definitely feel his breath against her neck. His heart calmed somewhat, when he looked down and saw she was still deep in sleep.

He watched her lips part again, sighing and moving her hips, apparently feeling something warm near her body but also in her gut as well.

“Please…”, she murmured quietly.

His fingers carefully took the hem of her shirt and pulled up, just below her breasts, his hand running softly down her stomach over her underwear. His fingers brushed over her clothed core, finding her moist from whatever pleasant dream she must be having.

She made a breathy moan as his fingers began to tease her clit, a rush of warmth drifting south in waves. And at the sound she made, Ettore screwed his eyes shut, feeling himself throb even harder, daring to apply more pressure in tight little circles, her lips parting even more in more hurried breaths.

His other hand dipped into his sweatpants, wrapping around his length and stroking himself slowly, his grip tightening at the angry red tip with every leisured movement. As if he was edging himself while giving her pleasure.

He watched her fingers twitch, the sensation not quite enough to wake her with the sedatives pulling her deeper. And he felt the way his actions were having the desired effect, moisture leaking out of her against the fabric of her underwear.

“Fuck - you like that? Dirty little slut-”, he breathed against her ear, not caring in the slightest if his words were even reaching her. But judging by the way her thighs tried to shut around his hand and the noises coming from her, a smirk found its way to his lips, that they just might be.

She didn't do much, except simply writhe tiredly and let a few barely breathy moans fall from her lips, and every now and then if he was lucky, his name.

The little slut was dreaming about him.

Emboldened by her reactions, and not at all concerned with the sense that doing this while she was asleep was entirely wrong, his pace on his own length had barely picked up, trying to savour the moment as if he could do it all night.

He almost broke fully, his eyebrows arched almost in pain when he dipped his fingers beneath the waistband of her underwear and felt how soaked she was. His digits slid against her effortlessly, and he had the intrusive thought , that he could easily fuck her right now, with barely any effort, and she might not wake up.

“God, you're fucking soaked for me - all from just playing with you -” he breathed against the shell of her ear. He swears that she shivered from his words.

“Pathetic little cunt - this is nothing -”

The heel of his palm rubbed against her clit as his fingers easily breached her opening, two digits sliding inside her warmth. It was here his pace on his own length was finally too tempting, his thumb swiped over the sensitive tip, spreading precome over his palm and shaft with each languid thrust of his fist.

All the while, his fingers began in earnest fucking her, even the sheer sound of her cunt sucking him in could've finished him off.

Each time he pressed inside, her walls shrank around him, trying to pull him in further.

“You're so fucking tight - can't wait to feel you around my cock-” his words seemed to have her move slightly, her back arching slightly off the bed and into his touch. Her hips chasing the rhythm.

“You'd like that, wouldn't you, dirty bitch - for me to fuck you - you know I wouldn't be able to fucking stop-”

Every wet sound against his fingers, curling up to brush against that rough patch at the top of her walls, had his palm rubbing her clit, rubbing her slick over her thighs.

It was so erotic, it was overwhelming.

“-you'd want it rough, wouldn't you - fuck, I'd have you crying for it - until you beg me to stop-”

His voice was uneven, punctuated by shudders, fisting his cock quickly, stomach clenching and unclenching with his impending release, still infuriatingly out of reach.

“-I wouldn't fucking stop -” he whispered, a growl spilling forth, “-you'd be a good little slut, and take it-”

He felt her walls tighten around his fingers, the loudest moan she'd ever let loose tumbling from her lips, though still quiet. He saw how her thighs trembled in the low, blue light, and the rush of arousal that coated his hand.

“that's it - fucking cum for me-”

He didn't stop. Now that he'd had one, he wanted more.

The air was heavy with the heady stench of sex, only making him want to bury himself between her thighs and never leave.

Even if she woke up.

That was a dangerous thought.

His fingers were moist with her slick as he pulled out of her, hearing a breathy sigh hit his jaw. Uncaring of the consequences, he smeared it over the flesh of her stomach, watching it glisten with her juices.

There was something unapologetically erotic about that.

His fist pumped his cock in earnest, eyes screwing shut as his burning, blissful peak crept up on him, pushing the air out his lungs to make room for pleasure.

Carefully, he pushed himself up slightly, a far too loud moan stuttering past his lips as he released in hot ropes on her bare stomach, mixed with her essence.

He watched with hooded, lustful eyes as he emptied himself onto her smooth flesh, her body now sunken back into the deep lull of sleep, her orgasm having drained her completely. He saw how her eyelashes were still, the lower contours of her breasts moving slightly with breathing.

Once he'd choked himself to utter completion, he sighed and was tempted to touch her again, but something deep within forced him to reconsider.

It felt strange now, to think about touching her outside pulling pleasure from her, and by extension, him too.

With evened breathing, he tucked himself away and haphazardly tugged her shirt back over her stomach, padding back over to his bed. Body feeling significantly more tired now than it had a few moments ago.

He looked at her from where his head lay on the pillow and smirked, the perfume of her womanhood clinging to his fingers. And it was the only thing he could think about as he closed his eyes to sleep, was how he was going to do it again, take little steps to push just that little bit further.

And in the morning, he'd risen before her, watching from the doorframe with a smug smile on his face as she sat up, her eyebrows furrowing at the sticky sensation on her stomach, stuck to her shirt. He felt a sort of swelling of his ego then, shoulders pushed back, standing a little taller, watching her awake and covered in his cum was different entirely, with that dumb look on her face.

Yes. It would certainly not be the last time he'd give her sweet dreams.

Definitely not.

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[random-fandom1984]

PREDACON! READER IN TFA (Platonic)

●You existed long before Cybertronians gained vehicle modes and organics were things to be afraid of. ●You were the heir to the throne; it was only a few Deca-Cycles until your coronation to become the new King of the Predacons was when the Quintessons attacked the planet, and you were put in a stasis pod and sent off planet. ●You woke up to find five strange looking Predacons above you, smaller than average, no features of mighty creatures, nothing that looks like, or anywhere near, a basic Predacon. ●Their medic, named Ratchet, explained everything that happened, that was called the Great Cataclysm, and you were devastated. ●You stayed with them "To show that you were grateful for them awakening you," you say. ●You proved to be useful. Hell, you might as well be second-in-command (parent-figure) because you made sure that everyone has gotten their daily three Energon Cubes, their responsibilities/chores, gotten sleep, took care of members who were sick, scold them (*Cough, cough* Bumblebee pulling pranks, Prowl doing things on his own, Optimus neglecting his own personal needs such as eating sleeping, breaks, etc *Cough, cough*). You basically, unintentionally but not refusing the fact, that you adopted them. You don't care about how old Ratchet is, you're the oldest, and what you say goes!

Ratchet: C/n! Put me down! C/n: No, you are going to take the day off. Ratchet: But I'm *Sneezes* fine! C/n: Ratchet, you are sick. You are going to take a sick day, take a break from your duties, and that's final! And you don't get to pull the age card; I'm far older than you by a millennia's worth of time, maybe more. ●When discovering the Allspark, you were guarding it like it was the only thing holding the universe together. Hell, not even Megatron could get pass you. You were just that good, even when you didn't go all out, or it was because that he didn't know that there was a goddamn ancient Predacon on board and was caught off guard by that. ●When awakening from 50 years' worth of time in stasis, you were the only one who refused to pick a vehicle mode. One of the reasons why is because you're a Predacon, not Cybertronian; the second reason was because you didn't want to physically change your linage just to blend in, especially since you're the last of your kind. ●When they returned to the ship, Prowl was severely damaged that everyone thought he wasn't going to make it. That was until everyone found out that Bumblebee brought in a little stowaway, emphasis on little; it was a tiny human girl named Sari and her keycard got shot at by the Allspark and radiated with Allspark energy. With the newly transformed key, she used it to fix Prowl, which was a huge shocker to everyone. ●Before Starscream attacked Detroit, no person knew what you transformed into, not even Sari; not even when she gave you "puppy eyes", you didn't even crack, just saying a Predacon, like she would know that. But when he did attack, everyone, minus Optimus Prime in his crew, found out what you transformed into.

C/n: STARSCREAM! Starscream: *Turns his helm* Oh? And who are you supposed to be? Surrendering to the almighty Starscream, Leader of the Decepticons? C/n: No. I am C/n, last of the Predacons of the Great Cataclysm, heir to the throne, and I am the one who will help you MEET YOUR END! *Jumps off a roof and transforms, letting out a screech as you flew towards him in rapid speed and start beating and burning the scrap out of him*

Meanwhile

Sari: A dragon?! C/n's been a transforming dragon this whole time?! When did you guys get a dragon?! Autobots: ...What's a dragon? Sari: A giant, flying, fire-breathing lizard!

●After the battle, you had to deal with Sari being angry at you for not telling her that you were a dragon, to which you were also confused about; What the frag is a dragon?

Part 2? (There can be slice of life, getting transported to another Transformers dimension, interactions with other characters, etc.)

[ageravena]

You know what, the Fairly OddParents fandom has been quite tame. Let's spice things up a little bit.

Doesn't anybody else get that silly feeling when you see fanart of Peri being like a father to Dev, like... where's the rest of you 😍? Don't be shy, show us where Dale is. Or are you too scared? (I wouldn't blame you, I was too at first)

Small warning: this post includes slight swearing and many brain-numbing headcanons. I'm not responsible for any mental anguish you may experience

I would like to quickly apologize to the 6 people shipping Peri with Dale. I thought I was the only one but it seems like I've finally found my people. Anyways, back to the topic.

Now that you're here, I may as well show some more art of these two goobers +some silly headcanons. These are my AUed* versions of the two in my odd semi-realistic style that I completely ditch whenever I don't have the patience to draw faces (I often suck at drawing them. No wonder all my OCs are furries)

Note: him being slightly chubby and him having mobility issues are both headcanons I have shamelessly borrowed from others in the fandom. Also am I the only one who thinks Peri WOULDN'T be 6 ft tall? In the series he's like 5 apples tall, so wouldn't it make sense for him to be a bit short?

Note: there's like a bunch of lore explaining the reason why Dale looks so fucked up in my version. I scarred him for life, oopsie! But at least he has Peri now who "forces" him to go to therapy 😍. I may need to make a seperate post where I only talk about him and his past if I have the motivation.

I know a lot of you don't even know the pain of trying to convert a stylized character into a realistic style and still making them look good and kinda recognizable. I envy you who have less realistic art styles.

*And yes, I did say AU. More specifically I'm talking about the "Missionaries of Eden AU" (by me). I'm not gonna go into detail now, but basically it's a semi-biblical and more serious take on FOP, where the fairies are angels, anti-fairies are demons and pixies... I think they can stay as pixies, or maybe they're ghosts, bees? (There's a lot of things I still need to figure out) Their tasks are to work as missionaries on the planets of Eden (planets where life exists). There's a bunch of other lore (some of which I've explained on my casual/personal account on Instagram), but it's best I leave it for another time.

Btw: if you've seen me talk about a "Below the Stars AU", "Bible AU", "Ager DLC" or something else, it's all just the same thing. I just had a hard time coming up with a good name for it lol.

Also speaking of which, I have another post coming up (hopefully) where I explain my reasons for shipping Peri and Dale. It can honestly, out of context, seem like a toxic yaoi crack ship, but believe it or not but I managed to make it the opposite; plausible AND healthy. I want to enlighten you all plus I really want to yap about them.

It feels super funny to ship such a underrated ship. I'm used to shipping semi-popular ships, so to now be all alone feels kinda fun! They have so much potential and so few are seeing the vision?? Though to be fair I'm also glad it's not that famous lmao.

Ps. Ignore the fact I haven't posted anything here for at least half-a-year. All my mutuals are on Instagram, so I don't have a need to post here, though now I've decided to dedicate this account to hyperfixation slop so maybe you'll be hearing from me much sooner.

Ps. Ps. I currently have a 22-page-long google doc filled with lore and info about almost everything I've thought of for the AU, but it's 80% in Finnish so sharing it is useless.

Man, I love writing unnecessary long posts knowing I'm the only one reading them❤️😍 though if you HAVE gotten this far, here's a little treat:

My body refuses to draw Dale in his original outfit. I like to pretend Peri helped him change a bit (most notably taking off his goddamn shoes, though they do have some lore that I've created. GGHHRRAAA EVERYTHING HAS LORE ATTACHED TO IT GRRRR). Also Dev isn't actually grumpy, he just likes to act tough.

My art style looks probably so inconsistent❤️

[justheretoposttrash]

day 12 of the final endhawks: endhawkspocalypse:

the adhd side of my brain has taken over and decided that consistency can No Longer Happen, so i've decided to make this my last day of posting, at least when it comes to sequential daily posts. i'm still unhinged-ly working on endhawks-related things for the foreseeable future though, and always happy to talk about the ship!

here's a final hodgepodge of thoughts!

part 1 - more ch430 positives

the continued use of a ranked *number system* in particular is silly imo (ig the masses do love a catchy numbered list). but at the very least, i gotta appreciate that the main characters didn't get top rankings straight outta school--when i think about how old they are post-timeskip compared to hawks, especially! bbygirl got #2 at 22 but was child-soldiered into it and was absolutely breaking his proverbial back. it's really not an aspirational thing to beat, and it's not something the main characters have to achieve to be "cool" or fulfilled narratively. they focused on their happiness, instead--shoto on finding his own identity and balancing his life thanks to his support system, bakugo on getting his boyfriend/whatever/queerplatonic-died-in-each-others'-arms-on-a-battlefield-in-a-past-life-and-now-they-keep-reincarnating-together soul-partners/rival back at his side so they can keep pushing each other, etc.! mirio's ascent notwithstanding, it's a healthy nugget from the final chap.

another cute thing from 430 is when hawks jokes that nagant is a villain. this joke has layers to it, considering both had to take on the villain label because of the commission, also contributing to their respective traumas under the commission. (they both even had someone cradle them in their arms shouting that they were still a hero despite them being at their low points--and physically very crispy. one of those someones being hawks himself, ofc.)

next, i gotta appreciate how unfettered hawks's facial expressions have become (also, his under-eyes are already thicker and darker, bro needs to sleep 😭) compared to how subdued they were in the twice fight (and to be clear, his expressions still screamed volumes then. i love how they're drawn to convey so much nuance in his emotions). once he was cut free from the commission, he stopped putting on a smile while doing hero work (there wasn't much to smile about post-raid, but pre-raid i'd argue things were bleak for him already, so at least he doesn't feel the need to put on as many airs). he also started actively sweating and showing fear, but without losing more genuine displays of confidence and happiness. (all this makes me very curious if his speech patterns have also changed in the original japanese to any extent compared to how they were at his introduction)

part 2 - dabi=endhawks truther?!?! *not clickbait*

i remember it being kinda hilarious that dabi tossed out hawks's history as an extra "fuck you" to endeavor, but i forgot how direct he is about his intentions.

he's just like, "yeah, i specifically wanted to drag hawks (and reveal his betrayal and hopefully shake your faith in him) to hurt you, dad. even though you two have hung out, like, maybe twice (may he rest in peace) in your whole lives. trust me, i knew this would be devastating for you. don't ask me how i know." like. touya my man. what are you doing. also thank you. almost makes the angst-lover in me wish he'd added a "don't worry about hawks, dad. you'll be joining him soon" right before attacking him with prominence burn to twist the knife, though understandably that would've convoluted the spotlight when the focus was meant to be on family and the touya reveal. but goddamn, just imagine.

he basically did the exact same thing to hawks by telling him his identity. in revealing a name that could only hold any significance to hawks through its relation to endeavor and what touya's existence implies about him, touya wielded a secret from endeavor's past to psychologically hurt hawks and shake his faith. it's just wild that he did it to both of them, pulled off flawlessly and with maximum drama, in rapid succession. legendary.

anyway, ppl tend to portray dabi as an endhawks anti, when funnily he's kinda more on the side of enjoying the fact they have a connection--granted, mainly as a thing to leverage to hurt them, bc he fuckin despises them (and granted, hatred in dabi's eyes is a complicated thing)--but still! he ain't in denial about endeavor's and hawks's relationship, he's an og! he's first in line! this makes his daddy issue allegations so much worse, but he doesn't care! and honestly i owe my life to him for his service in unearthing the truth; he's doing canon, in-text work to forcefeed the public endhawks crumbs that they didn't even want, and he deserves our utmost respect 🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡

part 3 - our hero academia ft. protective enji

my mind was too wrapped up in The Plot to notice the subtleties of when Press Conference Lady yells at endeavor post-raid--for one thing, i realize on a second read that she's actually kinda yelling at hawks. so much of the emphasis is on endeavor's past actions that i didn't pick up on a few key details. for one, when hawks discusses his murder of jin, the visual centers endeavor's reaction, solemn but accepting/calm.

secondly, Press Con Lady speaks up right after hawks is done talking. thirdly, what she describes--not looking sorry, empty-seeming apologies, incompetence in the face of villains--apply as criticisms equally to hawks as they do to endeavor (notably not to jeanist, as he doesn't have a past or scandalous behavior to answer for).

it's also at this time that endeavor looks more angry (just look at his frown in the panel above!) and actually gives some pricklier-sounding pushback, when before he was mainly resolved and remorseful.

notably, he's translated as saying "we" and "our". ofc he's paying respect to his colleagues at large as well, but considering Press Con's criticisms are pointed most specifically and apply most to hawks and himself, he's strongly implying and acknowledging the pain that hawks has been through.

as he goes on to speak, the word choice shifts away from "us" and "we" to "me" as he claims responsibility for what happens next and urges peoples' slings and arrows to aim at him alone--again, for the sake of his colleagues and family at large, but particularly for hawks in this moment.

the undercurrents are so understated in this scene, but the degree to which endeavor shifts the language and focus away from hawks and onto himself is profound. throughout mha, we've got plenty of thought bubbles showing how hawks feels about endeavor in outright terms, but not as many from endeavor about hawks, especially after all their dirty laundry gets aired out. but even without thought bubbles, how he feels about hawks even at the worst of times becomes perfectly clear.

(god they drive me insane lmao)

[thepromisethatlovecouldbeeternal]

tvd adjacent so I wanna see if anyone else agrees

If you've read ACOTAR and are active in the fandom, I swear the ship war is veeery familiar to TVD 😂

You've got the "destined" pairing where people want them together because they're fated to be = Stelena / Elucien (of course, Elena actually liked Stefan whereas Elain does NOT like Lucien. AT ALL.)

The one where it doesn't even make sense but people ship it because they read waaaay too much into interactions that aren't even romantic, and somehow keeps coming up with headcanons that are already canon scenes for another ship? = Bamon / Gwynriel

The one that clearly has insane chemistry, and is all "fuck destiny", has many romantic and friendship moments, everyone around them can clearly see SOMETHING between them, to the point that even Stefan/Lucien can tell and it makes them uncomfy because they have to acknowledge that there is something there, they're touch her/him and you die/saved each other, hands them something they wouldn't trust with anyone else, spouts goddamn poetry to the other, etc. etc. = Delena / Elriel

And guess which TVD couple was endgame? 🤭

You have fans who also can't spell Gwyn's name, just like TVD fans.

Stefan = Stephan/Steven

Damon = Demon 💀 (this could be intentional but considering they can't spell Stefan or Elena's names either, I'm not sure.)

Elena = Elaine/Elain

People claiming if you don't like Gwyn it's because you're a victim blamer/haven't been SA'd (WHAT THE FUCK BTW) 😐/people claiming if you don't like Bonnie, you're racist.

Sadly, there may be a few that are, but to blanket statement a whole group of people of something horrible/disgusting because they simply don't like a character is wild.

The fandom bullshit will always happen. Sad.

That being said, the only difference for me personally, is that I actually don't care for Gwyn at all, Bonnie was great. Was she my fave? No. Did I dislike her? No. I wanted her to get her happy ending too.

Gwyn? I forgot she existed after I read ACOSF, if she never appeared again, I would not care.

Anyways, rant done.

[physalian]

#Writer Problems

Meet the 15th character in this series with a name that starts with A! No one will notice hahaha

Going back and deleting the sighs to shake things up a bit because there’s 120 in the manuscript

*checks notes* whoops you died already, Side Character, my bad

*one paragraph* Perfect. Amazing. Poetic. Profound. *the next paragraph* what is words do?

Knocking out a 6k word chapter in an hour/Spending a week on a single transition

*slaps down a shiny new character with zero plan* You don’t know anything about them and neither do I, let’s discover them together

Realistically, there’s gotta be at least one casualty from this fantasy battle so…. *rolls dice* no not you. *rolls dice again* yep. That’ll do. Sorry, pal.

Is this badass or stupid?

Is this hot or cringey?

*checks notes* damn it, plot hole.

Upon this most recent round of edits, you, Cool Side Character, no longer made the cut. Mayhaps you’ll be recycled later.

*checks notes* damn it, I fixed that plot hole by opening another plot hole.

Jesus christ I wrote ‘just’ 308 times across 120k words?

That is definitely not how you spell that

*dreams about my characters in full HD technicolor* awwww yeah, where’s the popcorn? *cannot replicate how cool it was in actual words*

Unes- Unnecs- Unessis- Unnessessarily- Unnecessarily fuck

Do I go with the British grey or the American gray?

*cries* this epic was supposed to be a novella

Well these two were supposed to be having an argument here. But making out is fine. I’d like to see where this goes.

Oops I forgot the straights, here that nameless dude over there isn't confirmed gay, so you can headcanon that he's straight if you want

Oops I forgot that marriage exists uhhh yeah their other parents are all dead or deadbeats

Fuck love triangles here’s a double-helix dodecahedron.

One day my fandom will write so much smut about this guy and I am here for it cause I sure ain’t doing it myself

Oops I forgot people with green eyes exist but brown eyes? I got 20

*describing the writing process* It was the best of times, it was the worst of times it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair.

I. Hate. Chapter. Titles.

Is this profound or pretentious?

*crafts an absolutely banger metaphor* I hope someone notices this. I put a lot of work into it

I didn’t spend 6 months perfecting this masterpiece for you to sass that the curtains are just blue. I’ll write the goddamn essay myself about all the depth behind my color choices, sir.

Picture that Spongebob dehydrated in Sandy’s treehouse meme ‘cause that’s me on round 12 of edits

I gotta be up for work in 4 hours but this monologue is more important

*distills 30 pages of worldbuilding notes into 2 paragraphs of a fluff scene* somebody will appreciate this, won’t they?

*listening to my book playlist* one day when this is adapted I hope this artist is still alive to compose the main theme cause this shit fucks

*cries* this trilogy was supposed to be just one book

If I turn this plot hole into a character flaw, they become the problem while I remain god

*looting themes, monologues, character names, and archetypes off the corpses of my dead WIPs* You won’t miss them anyway.

While it also immortalizes this person’s dickish behavior, yes, I will, in fact, write a whole character’s backstory as a middle-finger to this one bitch from 10 years ago.

*steps back to gaze at all the suffering done unto my deuteragonist* but it was worth it, wasn’t it?

*staring down yet another loathsome action set piece* whyyyyy do I do this to myself?

Nobody’ll notice my author insert if I dice them up and divvy them out in bits to my entire cast, right? Right? It’s like a shell game of what’s author and what’s fiction

These two are going to be a problematic ship one day and I will burn that bridge when I get there

*2am and I am scouring the internet for that one piece of a fort’s defenses because not remembering is the current root of my insomnia*

*Nudging my favorite character who isn’t the protagonist out onto stage* golly I hope the readers like him

Waiting. For. Editors. Takes. So. Long.

Holy butts accidental motif and deep symbolism fucks. I am so pretending I did that on purpose.

To subtext or not to subtext? Nah, to subtext. *laughs maniacally*

Trying to ride that line between so obvious it’s painful but also juuust enough foreshadowing so you slap yourself for not seeing it sooner

TIL that I have been using that word completely wrong for years. How quaint.

No you’re derivative schlock. I’m crowd surfing the books that came before and loving every second of it.

Damn I wasted a really good name on this throwaway character

*checks notes* wait, who's taller? Where does your hair part? Are you left or right-handed?

*musing over a character slated for death* damn, I really like you. Since I am in fact god, you shall live another day. *rewerites the entire finale*

God I hope people like this story

[alexandraisyes]

Confession time? You know what sure.

This fandom terrifies me. I've only been watching for nearly a year now. (I joined just after bloodmoons return)

The only reason I found teams is because of old animations of people in the regular dca / sun/moon fandom.

People that have turned away from tsams because of the harassment. But those animations made me check out the show.

And I as grew to love it more and more. I wanted to make content I grew scared. Because I was in the regular dca fandom and do just ship sun/moon

I have at this point gotten over that and posted two fics for TSAMS, even made artworks for fics I liked. And kept posting regular dca sun/moon stuff as well.

And so far nothing bad has happend but I know that won't last and that terrifies me. I am a fandom oldy. I have been part of fandoms wich were deemed to be some of the worst.

But there i was never so scared of posting my first fic for a fandom. And that is sad ain't it.

But when I posted my first tsams stuff. At least I know what I signed up for and am fully prepared for it. I know were I stand and am hopefully expierenced enough to tell when people will just try and provoke me Into picking a side

i have no desires to do for every singel issue this fandom seems to have (for some i think it's people just finding a reason to put you in a box to hate. So why make it easy on them. If they wanna know where I stand the can read through my blog. I ain't hiding my feeling on things)

I have my block button ready if need be. But I hope not.

I've seen some wonderful things being made in this fandom. And I hope that is something that will continue. But I do wonder how many people there were like me. That are/were to scared to post their work just because of the things going on. But unlike me...didn't find the courage to do so.

Sorry this got long and rambly as I tend to do...I hope it made some sense. And my phone didn't make to many autocorrects my tired brain won't see until it's way to late XD.

-Noffy

Hi Noffy! (Idk who you are, names are hard as fuck, but hi anyways!)

I know a lot of people have those same anxieties. Both in and out of the active fandom. I have a few friends with alt accounts purely for TSAMS because they primarily ship Sun/Moon or other DCA/DCA that don't have anything to do with TSAMS. I know a huge part of the fandom is made up of minors (and just generally younger folks/Gen Z) that just don't understand how fandom works.

If I had a nickel for how many times I've seen people in this fandom complaining about "incest ships and jokes" (oftentimes for things that are just the general DCA Sun/Moon that have NOTHING to do with TSAMS) and the other fans had to tell them how to use the block button I would have half of my phone bill. Because it's constant.

Which is partially why I'm so goddamned insistent on challenging those ideas of what the fandom experience is "supposed to be" in this fandom. We're in a fandom where it is canonically acknowledged that there are dimensions where Sun/Moon exist, and people are still freaking out over non-TSAMS Sun/Moon art. Can anyone else see the irony? Or those who pick and choose what AUs are or are not acceptable. If SolarMoon/SolarNexus can be an acceptable ship in this fandom under the pretense that "They were never brothers" or "They realized that they didn't want to be brothers" then every other "taboo" ship should be on the same level of acceptable since we're not dealing with living, blood-related things, but rather animatronics who decide family based on word of mouth.

So the just general hypocrisy in this fandom is fucking ridiculous and is why I'm constantly pushing onto people "If you see something that you think is interesting and want to make an AU do it!" Make the AUs. This is the AU fandom (other than Undertale but I advise people from going there, that place is getting worse by the day). Make conventional and unconventional AUs. I literally have a fucking fanfiction series about TSAMS with "Unconventional" in the name. (And it's a hit btw). The more people who stop worrying about what other people would think and just have fun the more enjoyable and less hostile this fandom would be.

And I talk about this kind of thing a lot on my page because I think it's important. I think the general hypocrisy is stupid. I think that hiding in fear is stupid too, and pretending to dislike or like things you don't is dishonest. To both others and yourself.

I'm glad that you finally felt comfortable enough to upload fanworks for this fandom, and I'm sorry that it took a gathering of courage to do so. And I hope that eventually, the people who are overwhelmingly positive and sane about fan experiences can outweigh the people who are more worried about fictional morality or canon compliance. I've had to block several people in this fandom already, either for trying to police the fandom or for deliberately breaking my boundaries (squinting at the minors who came in my discord to talk about my nsfw fanworks).

I also got long and rambly (as I also tend to do) so I'll forgive you for your petulance (/light-hearted).

I'm not "of old fandom" but I don't think that anything you do in fandom for the sake of enjoying fandom can be comparable to a real-life crime. I grew up teaching myself the old fandom mentality and I never once fathomed people could harass others over fictional works for the obvious reason that it's fiction and it's not hurting anyone. And if you didn't enjoy the book why were you reading it? These are things that I understood at quite a young age since I was an avid reader of normative fiction (novels). And when people complained about a book to me that they read of their own volition I always would wonder why they kept reading if they didn't enjoy it, for the obvious answer is when you come across a book you don't like seem to be to put it away.

So when I joined Twitter at age 17 one can imagine my shock at the idea that people were getting harassment over things that they made for other people, because one wouldn't publicly harass an author of a published novel for writing something they find distasteful. I think if more people would just treat fanworks the same way they treat solid media that you can turn the pages of we would have severely fewer issues in fandom. Someone spent time making content for others to enjoy (for free) and if you don't find yourself in the group that content is for then you don't have to make it everyone else's issues. Put the metaphorical book back on the shelf and find something else to do.

Ask Game - Send Me Confessions

[imperatorcaesaraugustus]

and now we are come to this, for the last time in a long time. ThoughtD: thoughts on HotD. this was season 2 episode 8, the season finale. let us begin

i'm enjoying seeing Tyland Lanister having a terrible time in the free cities

oh my god it's Abigail Thorn

"Aegon, the Realm's Delight" pick any other name, man. that one is taken

finally someone remembered that Dreamfyre exists

it's really nice that he named his ship "the queen that never was"

Broom (or is it Brune?) you piece of shit, this is the exact opposite of your job

between Larys/Aegon and Alicent/Helaena, not a single person wants to be here

there's a very petty part of me that takes great satisfaction in the fact that one of Aemond's few redeeming qualities - the fact that he treats Helaena better than Aegon does - is taken away from him this episode

Gwayne should have fucking killed that man

i did not anticipate the mud wrestling

Baella please get through to this man he is clearly having a bad time and he's taking it out on others

so is anyone, like, looking for Rhaena? she just ran off to spend several days in the fucking wilderness

Tyland up there singing

"I wish to have children by you" i gotta admit, i had to pause the episode for a few minutes while i reeled from hearing that line

man, Ulf is really settling into his new position quite rapidly

it's rude, but i have to admit "a knight should comport himself with more dignity" "best make me a knight then" is a hell of a comeback

was that a Green Man standing by the weirwood?!

the three-eyed Daemon

i love that Daemon goes into the weirwood and Helaena is just already in there

geez, Helaena, give us a fucking spoiler warning next time

i like how Rhaenyra lands on the causeway leading up to Harrenhal in a similar way to her landing on the causeway at Dragonstone to confront Daemon season 1

Alyn telling off Corlys for the way he had to grow up is spectacular

what in the goddamn hell is Alicent doing here? this is the nun thing all over again!

interesting that they decided to make the taking of King's Landing Alicent's doing

"choose" jesus, Rhaenyra. that's fucking brutal

i like how, at the very end of this scene, the freedom vs duty dynamic that Rhaenyra and Alicent have is reversed

TESSARION!

i love that the Rains of Castamere plays every time we see the Lannister army

why is Otto in a cage? what is happening to Otto? as someone who read Fire and Blood, even i have no idea

after all that buildup to both the battle for the gullet and the taking of King's Landing, that's how they're ending the season? right there?

i've generally really enjoyed this season. it definitely had its flaws (this episode being no exception), but i've had a good time. i wish we'd gotten a bit more, hate to end it right there, but i'm really looking forward to season 3 (and also to Dunk and Egg which i believe is coming next year)

[chntfessions]

Okay, fuck, we need a serious heart-to-heart here.

Hi, my name is Sydney, I am the original creator of this blog. This blog has only been up for a few weeks, and I should've established this sooner.

First things first: EVERYONE has opinions, whether we like those opinions or not shouldn't matter and we all need to learn to mind our own. If a confession is something YOU don't like, then just shut up and hate privately. We try our best to filter asks and keep hate out of this community but the people posting asks aren't letting this happen and I am TIRED of being blamed for fucking discourse.

When this blog was first made me and the mods fought TOOTH AND NAIL to defend ourselves and reassure everyone that we weren't chntangrytimes reincarnated, the only people causing discourse is the people who can't respect opinions. Corvids Sydney opinion? You think I fucking agree with that? You think I don't take it personally as a Sydney fictionkin? No I don't agree with it but I'm not gonna harass them for it. Do you think I agree with any of these wack ass ships you people come up with?? I don't agree with most of them but you don't see me reblogging posts and telling you to your faces that the ship sucks.

I'm really sick and tired of opening my phone every single goddamn week to see that numb nuts is fighting with a mod because the mod said that water is wet.

If you aren't mature enough to respect other people's opinions you can get the fuck out and go cry in your room alone about how someone said something you didn't like on the Internet. I don't fucking care if "that's just how you are" because that's not a fuckin explanation or reason, if being a dick to people is what you like doing then go to a fucking american public highschool and you'll fit right in

I've noticed you guys only target corvid too, leave them ALONEEEE for fucks sake dude they've been through and are going through enough without someone crying and whining over the fact they think Sydney should be kicked in the non-existent nuts.

This is the end of my rant, if you have a problem with something one of the mods is saying or doing just DM me on my main ( @museofthearcitect ) and I will sort it out. The next person who starts an argument with one of the mods can consider themselves unwelcome in this space, go find someone else who will tolerate your childish ass.

[citrinitxs]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. REPOST, DO NOT REBLOG!

NAME: Navina! However, people call me by different nicknames and alias/es, such as Navi, Nav, menace (/aff), and even by my anon alias, ✨!

PRONOUNS: they/them!

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: tumblr asks & dms, but if we're friends/mutuals and we can vibe, then discord <3

NAME OF MUSE(s): main muses are albedo, kaedehara kazuha, alice! The rest that arent my mains are on my carrd, which you can check because Im too lazy to list them all out

BEST EXPERIENCE: personally, I think my best has been w/ meeting new people and discovering what they like from our muse dynamics. I absolutely love talking abt how they may act and how, in certain verse/s and plot points, their relationship develops. I have a particular fondness for those who are doomed by narratives to only say "fuck you" and REWRITE the damn thing themselves... or just be tragic for the sake of the majority <3

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS:

- no communication. I refuse to tolerate people who can't communicate how they feel with me, especially if I did something they don't like. got an issue? talk to me! I promise you, I will be more supportive and willing than me finding out you talked shit about my style, muses, or me in general.

- acting/proclaiming we're exclusives WITHOUT my prior knowledge NOR consent. I personally am not interested in being exclusive with people unless we're genuinely close friends (and there's chemistry for our muses to the point I can see it), and even then, I would prefer if we talked about it and we're both FINE with the idea. However, if you say that I'm ONLY allowed to speak/interact with your muse and NO ONE ELSE'S? That's a hard block. This is an auto block if we are not mutuals and you proclaim I am exclusive with your muse.

- romanticizing dark themes and/or glorifying it. Enough said. I have some issues that I refuse to talk about and I am also sensitive with certain topics, and I refuse to glorify anything that can be considered dark. I may tackle on it sometimes (be it by muses, myself, etc.), but if you romanticize or glorify themes like sexual assault/harassment, incest, and the sort? Instant deal breaker. "Don't speak to me again" type of deal breaker. Don't test my patience. (bonus is if you try to defend it. You will be blocked the moment you try, so don't bother.)

MUSE PREFERENCES: characters that have genuine potential and dynamic where you can just see how fucked they can be, how you can make each other worse, how they can be each others' star-crossed lovers and forever in tragedy. They can literally be the most normal couple to exist or something, just so as long there's chemistry & where we can channel our inner conflict together for them to conquer! (Bonus points if they're ALSO a doomed by the narrative character. dw bestie, we'll redeem them ourselves...... after they go through hell and back ofc LMAO)

PLOTS OR MEMES:  BOTH AND I'LL DIE ON THIS HILL. Listen, plots fit a LOT for me because then, we can plan out how our characters may act + make it easier. It's also long-term for me, esp for ships and muses I'm interested depending on the fandom. Memes, however, are good pick me ups because I will send them en masse. Woe, meme be upon ye, y'know?

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: Ok, both (for my rp partners), BUT not 1 sentence short. Please add depth. If you need the minimum, 3 to 5 sentences is good! Just go wild! I personally write a lot because ranting abt things have me hyped, so expect like. maybe? 3 paras? probably 4 or 5? Just medium length rlly, but if I am EXTREMELY hyperfixated on a verse/muse/plot/dynamic...... yeah gl LMAOOOOO

BEST TIME TO WRITE: goddamn, it's when my brain can focus. it can be late as fuck and I would be too into writing to sleep, and sometimes, its IN THE MORNING. LIKE. HELLO? so yeah what's time actually. (/silly)

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): In my personal opinion? Not really (esp not Albedo lmao??) but. apparently my friends think. that I do?? honestly ask thea and a few of my mutuals, they'll answer this better than I can tbh

TAGGED BY STOLEN FROM: @glacialswordsman & @poswiecenia (lmao hi I live in ur notif walls <3) TAGGING: @vagrantshiraeth ; @amemoire ; @constarellations @lorendiel ; @livingakasha ; @bloodied-bets ; @ anyone else (hi I will live in ur walls soon, move over /j)

[dtmsrpfcringe]

You really are a dumb fuck, aren't you? You repeated exactly what I said, then told me I was wrong for saying what you parroted back to me. Living in your brain must be fucking insufferable.

Your own words were that they did not know each other ten years ago. Incorrect.

They have both said that they have known each other socially (i.e., friends) since 2001. They did not become close until they were in Good Omens. Yes, that is what I said. That's what you agreed to after I corrected your initial false statement. My god, little wonder you think this blog is a good idea when these are your thought processes.

Nothing else you said makes the slightest bit of sense. I can't even decipher the point of that word salad, and I am a teacher. Why would Michael use the names of the characters when he is talking about the show that the characters are in? What? You are reaching so hard that it is comical.

You are a class act making jokes about a congenital defect that kills newborn infants. Is that the kind of thing the mother of a newborn infant who claims to be a nurse would do? We have established that you are lying about both of those things. You are just an awful person. When it comes down to the real point of this blog, you don't care about the greater good of the fandom. You only want attention. You are shouting about a tiny corner of Tumblr that draws no attention to itself. You bring attention to it. You make it loud. Even when it disappears, you keep bringing it back. What's the real point here? You want attention for yourself. You want to be the hero in a war that doesn't exist.

Maybe you don't ship the hairband. Maybe you just have bad taste in music? I don't care. Either way, you have no place calling out anyone when you support those losers. They are the epitome of the scum of society. Actual misogynists. One of them even murdered someone while driving drunk. That is just the tip of the iceberg. But someone no one knows said something mean about Georgia Tennant on Tumblr? Someone suggests that two men who keep talking about having sex and being in love might be in love. Better clutch your pearls over that! Pathetic.

bae that isn’t what you said. You said they’ve been friends for almost 25 years. Do you write things and just fucking forget them? Or can you just not stop lying?

I can’t imagine being a teacher and just constantly being so goddamn wrong, I bet your students can’t stand you.

also saying you don’t have a brain isn’t making fun of a congenital defect babe. I’m neither lying about being a mom or healthcare professional. Most people I talk to pretty regularly here have seen my baby, and it would be pretty hard work to have an entire baby to…fake being a mom??? I’m not going to put my baby’s face on here to prove to someone like you that she’s real, and frankly I think it’s a little strange you wanna see that bad babe. Like? Your obsession with an internet stranger’s newborn (i guess infant now omfg) is kinda creepy.

As for my health certification, you don’t know shit actually. I busted my ass in high school to be licensed because of the people who helped me as a kid. Also I’m not a nurse😉 you are right about that. There’s more to healthcare than your RN and MDs lol. You seem like you’d yell at underpaid healthcare workers in the worst way possible.

you obviously did understand, but didn’t want to lick your wounds and slink into the corner.

btw this group absolutely does draw attention to yourself. I found these people by looking for cute Georgia and Anna stuff and finding hate and misogyny spread about them. As for Motley Crue, I hardly listen to them anymore, if literally ever. I haven’t posted anything about them in over a year and that is why I removed 2000 of my followers on instagram and made it private to have a personal acc. I just never bothered changing the username lol. So try again I guess.

Anyways here’s my daily reminder to you that David and Michael would be disgusted with you. Hope you have the day you deserve!

Keep sending these I think we’re falling in love boo🚨🔵🚨🔵

[gramarye]

really really long post where i just talk about johan from yugioh gx thank you

im thinking about johan tonight bc i was drawing him and i wanna talk abt him. bear with me. I REALLY LIKE JOHAN . TO START THIS OFF WITH i have an official licensed johan "WHERE AM I" shirt and i adore it its really funny also i used to have like a johan pin i bought from a german anime store and it was like 8 euros but i shipped it off to my friend who is really really crazy about johan

^johan where am i shirt

anyway johan. jessejohan. i like johan so much believe me he is my nordic scandinavian brethen i just think his writing has issues mainly that he has like no real relationships outside judai and like. i know as a gay person -- i am literally a lesbian In A Lesbian Relationship In Real Life -- that characters will become more likeable when they're queer coded bcuz its Different and its relatable. however i think his writing is kind of really weak and i quote this thing my friend said in 2022 like a lot

HARD TRUTHS TO SWALLOW jesse is a beautiful damsel in distress and his personality outside jaden and crystal beasts is kind of nothing. i love him tho

but the most offensive thing abt it writing wise is like in season 4 when they duel against trueman sorry it was fujiwara. okay i was rewatching gx ages ago and my ex was watching it with me and it was her first time seeing it and shes a literature major and when the whole. "what is the darkness in johan's heart" scene, AFTER IT WAS ESTABLISHED EVERYONE, EVERY STUDENT INCLUDING MANJOUME SHO ASUKA O'BRIEN ETCETC has darkness in their hearts,

my ex goes "if they reveal that he has no darkness in his heart because hes such a special boy im going to be so fucking mad because hes already a mary sue" (HER WORDS NOT MINE she was so mad about johan its funny.) AND THEN THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT THEY DO

like he is literally too perfect. his only flaw is his one (1) time thing about getting lost which is never really brought up again (also its more of an endearing haha funny thing and yes i like it i have a shirt referencing that scene.) and the fact that.. he gets taken over i guess.

i do think the switch around where they bamboozle fujiwara is really funny. it is a funny scene i just wish they literally didn't do it at the cost of "johan is a perfect person without any mental weaknesses when literally every single other character has some flaws" I DONT GET IT!!!

maybe he can just photosynthesize his worries into strength i dont know. does anyone remember that meme

but really like WHAT IS JOHAN WITHOUT JUDAI!!!! why is he literally perfect and above other characters also. why could they not give him any darkness like What possible reason does that serve except me think he is BORING!!!! i do like johan btw as i said i really do. i just think his writing kinda sucks and people are way too nice on johan because he is queer coded but the fact is his writing is really weak. this isnt exclusive to johan ok i also dislike some aspects of jadens writing and asukas and so forth (naming characters i really like to prove my point) I AM CRITICAL this is just. about johan. ok.

and this brings me to the weirdo youtube essayists who only care about s3 and think its the peak of gx and yugioh in general and also. ONE SUCH YOUTUBER. WHO SAID IT IS "HOMOPHOBIC" THAT JESSE IS SOUTHERN IN THE DUB WHICH. WHAT?

you think all southern people all homophobic??? im sorry but i know so many goddamn queer people in thhe south. are you out of your mind. please blow up. LET HIM BE A GAY TEXAN you are just showing your own prejudice literally why did so many gx fans eat up "umm it was homophobic of 4kids to make him southern" they give like everyone accents. he has cowboy boots in his design. its not homophobia hes just southern and southern gay people exist. watch brokeback mountain or something

anway

i think johan is a much more interesting character if you incorporate his manga counterpart into it. like combine him with his anime self and it'd be really fun. his bug enthusiasm in the manga is fun like he has an actual hobby and personality. ADHD bug king

also i think personally they should lean into him being scandinavian more. ITS FUNNY. i think he should try to feed manjoume blodplättar because he looks anemic. he should open a can of surströmming around asuka (canonically very much hates food with strong smells) and she gets so upset she has to like leave the building entirely. she should get into a cultural dispute with o'brien because he thinks carola's swedish cover of mickey is better than toni basil's original

i think this and like. septembers mikrofonkåt is what he should listen to. swedish pop baby

anyway. i like johan i just think Some of his fans are insane and thats why i need to take him down a peg every now and then . in a loving bully way. also hes very gender to me dont worry about it. also TWO different people have said some variation of the "fuck danganronpa and its fans i hope komaeda marries a woman" post about him to me in different years which is so funny.

anyway yes i love jessejohan. send post

[animeyanderelover]

Tags: @flaming-vulpix

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, delusion, stalking, clinginess, guilt-tripping, abduction, death

The Little Merman Pt.2

Part 1

"I-Ikuya."

His voice was so soft and quiet, if you wouldn't have been so close to him you were sure you would have missed the delicate statement of what you assumed to be his name.

"Ikuya?" you repeated with a slightly questioning tone, somehow still unsure if you'd heard correctly. He nodded slightly, brilliant amber eyes never once leaving your face. This stranger looked at you with such fascination and amazement, you felt almost inclined to be flattered if it wouldn't have been for the fact that a random man had just appeared on the beach where normally only you were since the harbour was built in the village further in the west of this island.

"Alright then, Ikuya. From where do you come from? It isn't everyday that a naked stranger just lays on this beach after all."

...Crap. He hadn't given this much thought. What was he supposed to say right now? Seconds of silence stretched infinitely as his brain was busily rumbling with thoughts and excuses to the point where he nearly suffered from an overload. Panic took over as he noticed how you raised your brow, expecting an answer from him. Instinctively one of his arms stretched out, index finger pointing at the ocean. His home. Unfortunately he realized a milisecond later that he wasn't allowed to tell you that. You had already seen though. Your gaze was focused on where his index finger was pointing. You furrowed your forehead, staring at the sea.

"Are you by any chance from overseas?"

"Yes!" Ikuya instantly replied, jumping at the chance to smooth his mistake out. He cringed when hearing his own voice, far too loud for his own liking as he had been too relieved that you'd come up with an explanation for him by accident.

"Then where is your boat? And your clothes, if we're already at that topic."

"...It sank."

"It what?!" you nearly shouted, in disbelief. Yesterday the whole sky and ocean had been gentle and calm, the image of someone still managing to sink with such perfect conditions was ludicrous. How could he have sunken his goddamn boat.

"How is that even possible? The weather yesterday was the whole day so nice." you ranted, not able to hold in your disbelief which was puffing out of you. You couldn't even wrap your head around how anyone with a little bit of experience could have sunken their boat, maybe because your parents had shown you how to navigate a ship and sail across the ocean from when you'd been only a delicate 4 or 5 years old. The techniques were etched into your brain and body, you'd never known anything else besides sailing. If the ocean would have been a bit uneasy, you'd have had more understanding but even a toddler could have sailed with such conditions.

Ikuya on the other hand had noticed that he had said something that had set you off as you were still talking. He'd clearly chosen the wrong answer but all he had been able to think about to explain the disappearance of a boat that had never existed in the first place had been this. Your own boat after all had also become part of the ocean on the fateful day where he had first seen you. That had been during a bad storm though whilst in his case, there had only been a clear sky and calm waves of the ocean but he hadn't considered that when giving his answer. You as an experienced fisher would obviously have troubles believing him. Maybe a bit of honesty would be the best weapon now.

"I...I never sailed a boat before that actually."

His statement, nearly drowning under your voice, silenced you as you stared at him, mouth still hanging half-open. Now words failed you as a new kind of ridiculousness settled in. What had he just said? He had never set foot in a boat before but had still decided to sail? That was just stupid!

"You sailed all the way from a foreign land to here all by yourself despite the fact that you had no experience on how to sail?" you asked slowly, not even sure if you should be angry or buffled by this strange guy. When Ikuya nodded, confirming your question, you couldn't help but let out a long and almost exasperated sigh. "You are an idiot. That is very reckless, you know? Why didn't you just ask someone to help you. Your family or anyone else for that matter with a bit more experience?"

"I haven't seen my family in years."

Oh. Oh god. Had you just said something very insensitive?

"What do you mean?

"My family does travel a lot around but I never joined them so I haven't seen them in years. I've lived alone all this time and had no one I could have asked to help me travel with me. The only person who was willing to help me somehow told me that I should do it all alone."

Great. You had just been very insensitive.

"Do you have to tell me that now? Now I feel like a jerk for having scolded you like this."

Ikuya shook his head softly, indicating that he wasn't mad.

"So you left your home because you were lonely then?"

Once again, he nodded, making you groan a bit. He had just presented you with a sob story, you couldn't be angry with him now.

"Alright, but that still doesn't explain what happened with your clothes, or rather the absence of any."

Ikuya blinked at you before looking down on his body and you felt a strain in your eyes as you forced yourself not to drop your gaze too in order to remain respectful.

"I don't know what happened with them."

"Ugh. Forget it, just cover yourself up with this for now." you groaned, removing your jacket and giving it to him. His hands grasped the still warm material softly and for a short moment you swore that his blush intensified before he put it on. Amber eyes turned to you again, such innocence held in them that you almost had to look away. What were you supposed to do now with him? You couldn't let him just remain here, naked and without anything. Especially not since you had a soft spot for people with sad stories, not that that was good or anything like this.

"What were your plans when you left your home?" was what you ultimately decided to ask in hopes of navigating based on your answer on what you should do next.

"I wanted to find love."

"...Huh?!" From all answers you had expected, this had not been it. You had expected to hear something along the lines of "earning money" or even "finding my family again", but love? Really? You really had found a strange one, hadn't you.

"Love? You want to find love?" you asked as if thinking he'd give you another more reasonable answer than love. Instead he confirmed your answer with a nod of his head.

"Why love from all things?"

"Because I won't have to feel so lonely anymore then."

Instantly he managed to make you feel bad again for doubting and not taking his answer seriously. He was very pure, you weren't sure if you could handle someone like that.

"Why not trying to find your family again and just traveling with them?"

"Because I'm not someone very keen on traveling constantly around. My family on the other hand loves it and I don't want to be a burden for them. I'm more comfortable just staying in one place to feel safe. So I want to create a comfortable and safe home somewhere with the person I adore." He sounded confident even with his soft voice and you almost wanted to coo when hearing his answer. This one was dangerous for your heart with his pure-hearted ambitions. You kept your face intact though. It was almost admirable now in your eyes, considering that he had gotten out of his shell only to find someone he could love and who would be willing to stay with him. Sadly that still didn't help you on deciding your next course of action. You were still as clueless as before.

"That's one of the sweetest things I've heard in my life but it doesn't help me to decide what I should do with you." you muttered out. That's when Ikuya's facial expression changed, staring at you slightly puzzled. "Aren't you going to take me with you?"

"...H-huh?"

It was probably less his statement and more the sheer sincerity and confusion in his voice, indicating very strongly that he had expected you to pick him up and take him with you, that managed to confuse you and shock you that much. It wasn't even in an entitled way, not from the puppy-like way his amber eyes looked at you.

"Hold on there. You want me to take you with me? To my house?"

"Y-yes?" His previous false confidence melted away as he gauged your clearly shocked, maybe even slightly mad, reaction to his expectations. Had he done something wrong? He had, but with his clear lack of social skills, he probably just hadn't considered that taking in someone who came all the way for you wasn't the norm. Although he would have done it in a heartbeat if the situation would have been gone to his initial plans of taking you with him. It hadn't though due to the sea wizard forcing him to follow his plans.

"You plan on staying in my house? For-for an extended period of time until you've found your love or what?"

Even you stuttered a bit as this situation only grew more ridiculous. You'd been living alone for years too but differently fromm Ikuya you had enjoyed your solidary life as of now. Providing for yourself and being financially stable.

You had successfully silenced him now that it slowly dawned on him that already you didn't want him with you, so differently from his own feelings. If only, he thought, if only you would know who he was, maybe you'd change your opinion. But he couldn't. The sea wizard had forbidden him to do so and whilst he hadn't explicitly stated what would happen otherwise, Ikuya was still a bit worried to find out.

Tears started wetting his eyes and the sight made you flinch slightly. You looked panicked and slightly awkward around as if hoping help would magically pop up but obviously it wouldn't.

"Please. I don't have anyone besides you."

You pursed your lips as you stood up, towering over the boy and just gazed down at him. He by all accounts was a fully grown adult yet his behavior and even the way he looked at you right now reminded you of a small child. Maybe it was because you had been the oldest of your siblings back then but it did pull at your heartstrings ever so slightly. You knew some pretty crude and mean people living in the village, once who would leave a helpless and begging young man like this one alone without a second thought. You were more compassionate though.

"Aghh! Alright, alright. You can come with me. But only under certain conditions!"

Ikuya nodded quickly, face lighting up when hearing that you'd take him with you. He grabbed your hands when you offered him yours and helped him to stand up. He had practiced hours how to walk and even if he was still slightly wobbly on his feet, by now he managed to stand.

"If you want to live in my house, I expect you to be of some help because I won't let you stay for free. I'm not that nice. Help with the household chores, help me to catch fish and learn how to sail a goddamn boat if you're already at it. A quick warning ahead. Work can be quite taxing at times so I hope for you that your physical strength isn't as terrible as your skilly to sail with a boat are. Do we have a deal?"

Once again you offered him your hand for a handshake to seal everything and Ikuya shook it eagerly, basking in the warmth of your hand in his. He had a small but happy smile on his face. "Deal. Also, could you tell me your name?"

He sounded slightly shy when asking you that question but you didn't hesitate at all to answer him. "Ah, my bad, I forgot that almost. The name's (y/n) (l/n)."

(y/n). It was such a beautiful sound.

~~~

True to his suspicions your house wasn't that far away from the little hidden beach. Placed near the forest, a huge cliff closeby. It was a bit more isolated from the village at the other side of the forest but it made Ikuya feel more at ease, happy that he had you for himself because of it. The walk there was already tiring though, his new legs unprepared for the walk there. The small and rocky path up the beach was steep and slippery and the forest was located on an almost tall hill-like ground, making the walk up your house all the more exhausting. So whilst you were walking up the path with ease, your legs and muscles used to everything, he was genuinely out of breath after the first few minutes, gravity he hadn't experienced underwater quickly giving him a taste of hell.

He had to stop after a while, painfully aware of your eyes on his tired form and heat washed over him, although not the comfortable and soothing kind. No, this one was a prickling heat that made his head spin with thoughts. God, what were you thinking about him right now? You were probably already regretting taking him with you if he was already that out of breath. That wouldn't have happened if the sea wizard would have just given him something to enable you to breathe underwater...

"You alright?"

He snapped out of his spinning mind fast when hearing your voice, amber eyes startled looking up to stare into your own face which gazed at him slightly concerned.

"I'm fine." he uttered out under his breath before continuing his way up, even if he was still out of breath. He just didn't want to look incompetent in front of you. You slowed down with your steps, walking behind him and with a deep rush of shame and embarrassment Ikuya realized you did that because you were worried about him potentially fainting.

~~~

"Here is your room, mate. It should be enough for one person." you said whilst opening the door to his new room, gesturing him to head inside before following him. You hadn't entered this room for a while so you could see the dust in the air, revealed by the rays of sunshine falling in the room through the window. The bed was placed right next to it and you quickly opened it to let in some fresh air. Your eyes fell on the bedclothes.

"You might want to beat your blanket and your pillow unless you like your bed dusty."

You turned around to look at him, to see what he was thinking of the room. You were slightly startled when noticing that his eyes were still focused on you as if you were the most interesting thing in the world.

"What do you think of the room?" you still asked him, mainly to have him snap out of his daydream. His eyes briefly flew across everything inside before returning to you. "It's very nice."

"Glad to hear that. Then just wait for a moment here. I'll fetch you some clothes to wear."

You headed out of the room with large steps, entering through another door a new room. Another bedroom, a bit larger than the one Ikuya would have from now on. You opened the closet, revealing piles of clothes which hadn't been worn in years, evident by the dust covering them. You grabbed a few of them before shaking them, pulling your head slightly back to not breathe in any of the dust before folding them neatly together again. Unnecessary, considering that Ikuya would wear them at any moment but old habits died hard. For a short moment you stared thoughtfully at the clothes swung over your arms, eyes zoning out.

"(y/n)?" Your head turned around surprised when hearing his gentle voice, Ikuya's head peeking through the doorframe as if unsure whether to enter nor not. "I told you to wait." you spoke a tad bit confused, wondering if you'd gotten so lost in your own thoughts that you had lost track of time.

"I know. I just wanted to see where you were." came back his careful reply which made you shake your head gently. "Whatever. Here, wear this." you replied, dropping the clothes in his arms. Ikuya seemed to check them out for a moment before suddenly tugging at the hem of your jacket, about to undress in front of you and put on the new clothes. You stopped him.

"Don't you want to do that in your own room?"

"Am I supposed to?" he asked back with a hint of nervousness in his tone, quickly dropping his hand which had moments about been about to remove the jacket. "I mean, I wouldn't make much of a fuss about it like some would and just turn around. I've seen you already naked after all. I just thought you'd do it in your own room now that you have the option." you replied casually, surprised by his nonchalant behavior about undressing in front of you. Honestly, he looked so delicate that you had expected him to be shy about such things.

"Oh. I see."

He quickly rushed back to his new room, shutting the door gently behind him. Had he messed up again? Were humans more private when it came to undressing? Ikuya wouldn't know, his kind never wore any kind of clothes. Speaking of them, it was a bit of a hassle to figure out how to put them on. Luckily they looked similar to the outfit that you had been wearing since this morning so with most articles he knew where to put them, the rest was a bit of a guessing game. Separating himself from the jacket you'd given him was a bit harder though, covered in your scent. If both of you would have been part of his kind, that would have almost counted as marking and making him your mate. It wasn't the ritual with humans though, something Ikuya would have kind of guessed but sort of didn't acknowledge to drown in the delusion of you really taking him as your mate.

"How long are you taking?"

Luckily you did not enter the room or otherwise you would have seen him hugging your jacket close to him, nose buried in the material covered in your scent. Maybe you should have entered without any respect for privacy though, it might have told you early on just what his feelings were for you.

~~~

Ikuya had lived under a rock. That was the conclusion after having lived with him only a few weeks, although it should have been painfully obvious from the very first day. He knew nothing, nothing, about anything. You literally had started teaching him from zero, wondering and asking him what the hell his parents had taught him. From his vague and careful answers you could only assume that his family had only lived with whatever nature had given them because apparently he hadn't lived in a village. You'd heard from other sailors stories about folks who didn't have the same technologies and equipments your island had so you could only assume that Ikuya's family was one of them.

~~~

"What are you doing?"

Ikuya nearly choked on the fish both of you had recently caught out in the sea. The chunk of meat got stuck in his throat, causing him to erupt in a fit of coughing. In an attempt to help him, you patted his back roughly.

"Am I not supposed to eat it?" he asked slightly anxiously, dropping the bitten fish and looking at you with scared eyes, as if afraid that you'd lash out on him. "I mean, some of them are supposed to stay in my house instead of being sold at the market so that isn't the problem. But why are you eating it raw? You're supposed to cook it before consuming it."

Now it was Ikuya who looked at you as if you'd just told him something ridiculous. "Cook it?" he repeated after you, glancing down at the dead animal. Obviously he had eaten cooked fish before but hearing from you that you were only supposed to eat it when cooked was new to him. In fact he had always wondered why you'd never eaten it raw straight away but had kept quiet out of worries to mess up even more than he'd don already in his recent past. "Yeah, cook it! You know, with fire?" you told him, gesturing around with your hands out of utter disbelief. He winced when you mentioned fire becaue fire was bad as far as he knew. He'd burnt himself just recently on those hot dancing things when you had cooked something, curious about this strange things shining in colours of red and orange, almost reminding him of the tail of his brother Natsuya.

"Well, I-I've eaten fish always this way." he confessed insecurely, glancing nervously at your face. You tilted your head. "Sh-shouldn't I have done that?" His voice had a slight tremor to it, you had come to realize over the last couple of weeks that he was quickly insecure due to his lack of knowledge regarding the majority of things you had known for your entire life. "To be fair, I know people who do eat fish raw but the concept just never sounded very appealing to me. Especially not since I've heard of one or two times where people got a bad stomach bug whilst consuming it raw."

"That only happens when the fish is off in which case you shouldn't eat it at all."

His reply was confident and quick this time, catching you a bit off guard. It wasn't often that you heard him sounding so sure about something but your surprised look only triggered his worries again as he made himself a bit smaller.

"How do you know that?"

"My family told me about it. They always made sure that the fish we ate was fresh and healthy."

You hummed, still not fully convinced as you stared at the fish. "Is it really doable?"

Ikuya nodded, amber eyes shimmering with excitement with the thought of introducing something of his own world to you which wasn't common in your own.

"It tastes really good. Especially if it's freshly caught like those ones."

He picked up the fish he had dropped and offered him to you, apparently wanting you to try right now.

You declined politely but did promise him to make a plate of raw fish for dinner which you would try. To your mild surprise it didn't taste as bad as you had expected. Obviously some parts were chewy and fishy, others on the other hand almost sweet and succulent. You could tell that Ikuya was happy when you decided to consume raw fish more often from that day on.

~~~

Riding a horse for the first time, an animal he had never seen before, was a pure nightmare for him. He was sat high off the ground, his only hold your back to which he clung the entire ride for his dear ride, bumping up and down with every step the animal took. His fear of horses was almost laughable, the fact that he'd never seen one even more. Out of fun you told him about a couple of accidents with horses you'd heard about in town. His face had gone a few shades paler as he imagined your skull cracking whilst being hit by one of those deadly things hooves, had pleaded for you to never ride one again. Considering that it was easiest to ride to the city though, he could only pray and hold on every time you rode your horse.

The city was almost worse of an experience for him and clarified for you just how sheltered he'd been his entire life. He had zero social skills, walking closely behind you, flinching as soon as someone talked to him, hiding behind your back as soon as someone looked at him. Cowering, shaking, breathing quicker. One time you had lost him shortly in the crowd of people at the busiest hours of a market and even if you'd only fetched him back to your side only minutes later, he'd been close to crying. From that day on he had been too anxious to go back again and you'd almost considered just leaving him in your house if it wouldn't have been for his even greater fear to be left alone. Instead you just decided to never let him leave your sight. Something he gladly obeyed by, sticking close to you the entire time.

~~~

"So your brother's name is Natsuya? And he loves traveling around and meeting new people?"

The only response you got from Ikuya who was very intently staring at your face, the lasts rays of sunshine illuminating your features beautifully as both of you sat on the beach, watching the sun slowly disappearing from the sky.

"Wow, you two really are the complete opposites from each other. It's kind of interesting. Have you two always been like that? I mean, being so different from each other?"

"I...guess so. I've never been the type who liked leaving his home or getting to know other people. Natsuya always had to drag me along and encourage me every time my parents forced me to leave my home. All of them loved exploring the world around them, I was the only one who didn't..."

"Do you sometimes regret not joining them?"

"Sometimes when the loneliness gets worse, yes. On the other hand I also think that it's better this way. Neither my parents nor my brother would be nearly as free as they would want to be if I were to accompany them. I'd just slow them down."

"...You're quite a self-sacrificing person, you know?"

"Is that bad?"

"Hmm. It depends, I think. If you're too selfless though, I think you'll only make yourself suffer. It isn't wrong to do something for your own joy at times, that's at least how I'd do it."

You gazed at the setting sun whilst Ikuya continued looking at you, unable to turn his gaze away from you. Even after all the time he had spent with you, you were still as ethereal and enchanting as ever. You were tough at times but also very gentle and caring, experienced and strong and patient with him and his apparent clumsiness. A beautiful human. You were a beautiful human.

"What are you looking at?"

Your face turned very abruptly around to look at him as he had been staring at you for a while now. You'd noticed that he did this quite often, falling into a trance-like state whenever he would look at you only to be snapped out of it as soon as you'd call him out for it. It wasn't any different this time. He blinked as if he had just woken up from something only to avert his eyes bashfully, gazing at his feet.

"Can I ask you something too?"

"Sure."

"What about your family? I never really hear you talk about them."

For a short second you looked taken aback, almost startled by the question only for your face to mellow into a soft and nostalgic expression.

"That's true, I guess. I asked you a lot about your family so it's only fair that I tell you something about mine. Well, where do I start?"

"Do you have siblings?"

"You bet I have. Three of 'em. I'm the oldest, then there's my younger brother and my two twin sisters. Real troublemakers but damn adorable at times too."

"I've never seen them here before. Did they move away?"

"They did. Moved to the main land and ever since we haven't seen each other that much. They didn't really like this small island. Pretty sure they hated it."

"Why?"

That's when Ikuya saw it. A rare vulnerability crawling across your face as the answer went through your mind. It lasted for a couple of seconds where you stared off into the glowing sun only to let out a deep sigh, a sigh of resignation and acceptance.

"Because of the death of my parents."

Dead? Your parents were dead?

You'd never told him!

"I-I'm sorry for asking you-"

"Hey, don't panic. It's been years and I never told you so it's not your fault. It's been so long since I've talked to someone about it too."

Ikuya, still horrified for having reminded you of such a sensitive and tragic topic, had stilled next to you. What had happened? Thinking about it, you'd never done as much as utter a word about your family before to him. Had it been because of the tragic death of your parents?

"You're curious, aren't you?"

Amber eyes looked at you shocked and he shook his head quickly.

"No! I'd never force you to tell me something that would only hurt your feelings! I'd never want to hurt you."

You couldn't hear the last sentence that he mumbled out but you could tell that he felt clearly guilty for having pried open the topic of your family.

"I'd actually like to share it with you if you don't mind. I think I could need someone to talk to about it."

"Why me then?"

"I don't know. Maybe because I trust you."

Words that, unbeknownst to you, made his heart flatter. You trusted him? "If it helps you..."

"My parents were both fisher like me, in fact I learned everything I know today from them. You should have met them. They loved the sea. I'm sure in their previous lives they must have been fish in the sea."

Everything instantly came flowing out of you as you realized how much you had needed someone to talk to about your parents, about memories that were now bittersweet as you knew that there wouldn't be anymore of them.

"Always took me out on the sea to help them with their catch and as soon as my younger siblings were old enough, they took them out too. I think they wanted us to take over their business after their death, above all they just wanted us to see how beautiful the ocean is though..."

You trailed off, eyes hazy as you recalled old times where your family had been complete, a light grin on your face. So you had learned everything from your parents then. They had done a good job in raising you, Ikuya was sure that they must have been very proud of you.

"It's ironic that the ocean that they loved so much was in the end their death though."

You noticed only from the corner of your eyes how his previously hunched over form straightened, amber eyes filled with shock.

"What?"

"They were late on that day, had sailed out a bit too far and were unprepared for the storm that came on that day. It was terrific, even from or house me and my siblings were scared, the waves large enough to swallow all of us whole. They never returned, their bodies were found only a couple of days later, drifting around in the water. It was a miracle that they had been found at all. Since then my siblings have hated the ocean and just wanted to get away from this island surrounded by beaches and harbours. And as soon as they were old enough, they did. Only I stayed, inherited the house of my family and have continued being a fisher ever since."

Your siblings hated the sea. But what about you? What were you thinking about the ocean? Did you...did you hate his beloved home in reality too? Ikuya felt a tightening feeling of fear in his chest. Right now he was technically a human too but still, he wanted to show you so much of his home. His beautiful home.

"W-what about you?" he asked with a slightly shaky voice, fingers digging in his biceps to suppress the light shaking of his hands. "Do you hate the ocean too?"

For the first time you didn't reply, instead giving him a thoughtful gaze as you were thinking about it. Neither of you broke eye contact but the silence was oppressing Ikuya as the trembling of his hands intensified. If you hated his home, what would you think about him if you would find out that he was in reality a merman?

"I don't think that I hate the ocean. It could have happened to anyone and my parents were aware of the risks of sailing out. That may sound cruel but that's nature and it happens everywhere, it can even happen inland with earthquakes or terrible storms. You're nowhere fully safe in my opinion, my parents knew that and accepted that. Honestly, in hindsight that was the most fitting way for them to leave in my opinion. I'm sure they would have thought the same."

A bittersweet grimace was on your face as you spoke so, lips pursed and hands balled into fists. A slight wetness was covering your eyes, although not enough to produce any tears as you most likely had already cried back then enough before making peace with what had happened. You gave him a weak chuckle when seeing his distraught face before patting his back friendly. "I'm the one who lost their parents. Why do you look so horrified? I'm alright, really."

"Are you never afraid that the same could happen to you one day?"

The words were out before he could even register them fully as he leaned closer, spilling out in a worried and frightened tone as his mind recalled the day you had sunken with your small boat, only still alive because he had saved you that day. He flinched and quickly pulled back when he understood his actions only a second later, ducking his head lower when seeing your eyes widening with shock as you remembered the same thing he had had in mind only seconds before. Just as fast as the surprise had come though, it left again as you mustered him thoughtfully as if considering something. Ikuya sat there awkwardly and scared, berating himself for his inability to hold his words back. What were you thinking about right now?

"If I were to tell you a little secret, would you promise me to keep it?"

Your sincere expression of trust in him almost overwhelmed him as he instantly understood what you wanted to tell him. At the same time he felt a tiny bit conflicted though. So far he had thought that his encounter with you in his real form was your treasured secret and even if he was the same person, he couldn't help but feel let down that you were willing to tell someone else without knowing that he and the merman back then were one and the same person. He couldn't find it in his heart to reject you though.

"S-sure."

"I actually almost drowned a while ago whilst I was out for fishing."

You said it with such a calm voice which was quite worrying as if you hadn't been terrified but perhaps this wasn't the first time this had happened. Something that quickly filled him with even more dread.

"How can you say that in such a calm voice? Weren't you scared for your life?"

"Oh, I definitely was. Believe me that. But...there was someone who saved me back then."

You looked shortly, only shortly, away as if feeling bashful when thinking about it, something Ikuya noticed. His heart picked up whilst thinking about the possibilities of you harboring feelings for him too. Did you?

"Who?" he pressed out with a slightly trembling tone, barely able to contain his anticipation of what you would answer him now. Would you give away what you had seen that day? Would you admit to longing to see him again?

"I don't know. I just remember that they saved me on that day and I'm eternally grateful for that."

You hadn't told him about the sight you'd seen and Ikuya was thankful for that, you were sold on keeping the merman a secret. Obviously it also meant that you did not trust him right now enough but that would surely change once you knew about who he really was. Mostly he was fixated on the warm feelings blossoming across your face as you recalled your savior. Him.

"H-have you ever met h-them again?"

"Unfortunately I haven't. It's a real pity, you know? I would have loved to get to know them better."

His breath hitched when your eyes turned to look at the ocean almost longingly, his fingers twitching with excitement. You had feelings! You must have been feeling the same as he had all along!

What if he would tell you right now? He shortly paused when that thought popped up in his head but within his lingering joy, he felt less and less scared of the consequences of his actions. The sea wizard wasn't even here. What could he possibly do to him if he would tell you?

You were surprised when feeling his hand resting on your shoulder and turned to look at him. He had a very excited glimmer in his amber-coloured eyes, something that you hadn't seen much in the nearly three months you'd known him.

"(y/n)...I-I am actually..."

He never continued with his sentence as he suddenly pulled back as if your skin was fire. You tilted your hand confused before noticing his whole body starting to tremble. You crawled a bit closer, observing him carefully.

"Ikuya?"

He said nothing, his hands suddenly clutching his head as his soft face twisted into a pained mask and a low whimper escaped his lips. Now you definitely were worried, quickly moving your hand to touch his forehead. He was burning all of a sudden, something that hadn't been just a few moments ago which shocked you and made you equally as worried.

"Ikuya, what's wrong?" you asked, standing up from the sand and jolting forward when he suddenly leaned back, all strength visibly leaving his muscles. He didn't answer, or more precisely couldn't, as you heard the hoarse and croaked sounds escaping his throat, realizing that he probably couldn't speak properly anymore. You could feel the heat radiating through his clothes, eyes fluttering as if he fought to stay conscious. You looked around in panic, wondering if something had bitten or stung him which would have been easier to explain than him so suddenly falling ill. Another painful whimper snapped you out of your search for something you didn't even know yourself.

"Do you think that you have enough strength to climb on my back?" you questioned him worriedly, kneeling down again with your back facing him. When you felt weak arms wrapping themselves around your neck, you grabbed his legs and carefully stood up, swaying a bit with the new weight before gaining your stability again. You cursed silently under your breath as you hurried back to your home, freaking slightly out when you felt his head dropping and his panting breath against your shoulders, not to mention the almost unbearable heat that made your body break out in sweat, not as if you were worried about that in that moment.

~~~

He was sure that he must have lost his consciousness at one point because the next time Ikuya opened his eyelids slowly, he was staring at the ceiling of your house, a wet rag placed on his forehead. His whole body felt heavy and hot and the blanket drapped across his frame made the heat even worse. He struggled to kick the thick fabric off his body, his limbs gravid and aching with every move he did as he struggled to gather the strength and energy to even move his muscles.

His doing was interrupted when you slammed the door open, a bowl filled with water in your hand.

"What are you doing? Oh my god, don't move!" you exclaimed before rushing to him, some water sloshing out of the bowl and onto the ground. You forced him back inside the blanket, grabbing his hands and pulling them back as they attempted to pull it away from him once again. He was incredibly weak so you had to use almost no strength at all to hold his hands, noticing with another pang of worries just how much his skin was burning with heat.

"Just lay down and rest." you mumbled in a lower tone before taking the rag off his foreheaf, wringing it out before dipping it into the bowl of water and putting it back onto his forehead. Ikuya let out an audible sigh of slight relief when feeling the cooler material against his head, bleary eyes looking at you as you stood fully up again, glancing over his bed bedridden frame concerned.

"Try to get some sleep. I'm downstairs for now but I'll come back later to see how you're doing."

Fear shot through his body with the aspect of being left alone whilst feeling as miserable as he did right now, he hadn't been sick since he had been a child where his parents and Natsuya had looked after him. But neither his weak attempts to grab you nor his hoarse attempts to call after you worked, his voice nearly gone. The moment you shut the door behind you and left him all alone, he felt the tears stinging his eyes. His whole body was burning, his head was pounding, his throat felt dry and scratchy and he felt almost immobilized as every movement, no matter how small it was, sucked out the little bit of energy he had left. He could only cry quietly, shoulders shaking lightly with his mute sobs as he felt lonely, vulnerable and helpness. Was this the punishment for breaking the agreement he had made with the sea wizard?

Part 3