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ilguna · 7 months

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peeta mellark, 89. 💚

☼ castaway (Peeta Mellark) ☼

warnings; swearing.

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prompt; 89. castaway au

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The weather this past week has been nothing short of hot and miserable. No matter where you go, or how many layers you take off, you can’t escape the heat, much less the humidity. After being out here so long, you think you would’ve learned that, but you can’t help hoping this year’s going to be different.

It’s summer again.

You used to like the summertime, and spring too. You liked the way the world around you would slowly come back to life after a particularly harsh winter. The barren trees sudden were full and green, the flowers opening up to blossom, and warm rain on cool nights.

Every summer, you would go somewhere new between school years. You’d take programs to learn during the months you had off from college. They were great opportunities, you could furthen your research, while also learning a new culture and exploring a country you wouldn’t have imagined going to otherwise.

It was hard to like it the first time you did it, but by the time you got back home in Panem, you couldn’t help wanting to go across the ocean again. You missed it, the life you left. So, the following year you reapplied with friends, and you kept doing it until the accident happened.

Well, it’s safe to say you won’t be traveling ever again.

You adjust the handmade bag on your shoulder, swinging it further back to slip through a shortcut you’ve started to imprint off of this path. The original path is nice if you’re trying to go to the other side of the island, but you’re looking for the beach nearby.

It would probably be easier if you ripped up the plants. You don’t have the energy to do that, though. You’d rather they learned naturally after being trampled on a couple hundred times. You have been walking down this area more often, and it’s because there’s been a sudden influx of driftwood, which you’ve been in need of.

You could always try to take down trees, the issue is that it’s time consuming without a useful weapon. You have large rocks that have taken you weeks, if not months, to sharpen to use to descale fish efficiently. You’ll be damned if you dull it—or worse, break it—from swinging it into tree bark.

With the beach in sight, you begin to pull your bag off to set in the shade to keep your water from becoming warm. The second you step foot into the treeline, you stop to stare at what’s on the beach, laying between sand and water.

It’s a person, a man, actually. He’s got blonde hair that’s sticking to the top of his head and his neck. A shredded white shirt, torn black slacks, he’s miraculously still got both his shoes on. He’s pale, his lips are a gentle shade of blue, you watch as his chest rises and falls.

He’s alive.

You move forward, brushing the hair out of your face to get a better look at the boy that’s washed up on the beach. In all your years of being here, you’ve never come across another person, or had one show up at your doorstep.

Just by looking at him, you can see that he’s begun to get sunburnt. There’s no telling how long he could’ve been out here for. The redness on his skin is a pretty telling sign that it’s been a good few hours, as early as this afternoon. Despite this, he’s cold from being in the ocean water.

You reach for his wrists, which are slippery and difficult to get a good hand on, but you squeeze tightly anyway. You try to use the sand as leverage to pull him, because he’s certainly twice your body weight, judging by how tall he is.

It takes several tries to get him through the sand, with it being so resistant against you dragging him. Once he’s in the shade, you don’t care nearly as much. You lay his arms back at his sides, standing over him to get a better look, as if you’ll be able to recognize him.

He could be anyone, from anywhere. There’s a good possibility, he won’t even speak your language, and that’s assuming he’s going to wake up after inhaling that much water. Still, you’re not going to leave his side, not until you’re sure he’s going to be okay.

Besides, he could be someone important for all you know. He’s dressed well, leading you to believe he could have money, or people that care about him. Really, it doesn’t matter to you, as long as he has a chance of getting you out of here. You’ll do anything to leave this island.

You take the bag off your shoulder, setting it down next to a rock. You climb on top of said rock, reaching to grab the fork of a tree, pulling yourself between. You climb a few feet up, until you’re able to reach one of the branches that hold the large leaves.

You fold it in half, placing it between your lips, and carefully make your way back down to solid ground. You’ve gotten fairly good at climbing trees. If you can’t take one down, you’ll sure as hell climb up to snap off a branch you’ve been eyeing. There’s been a few times where you’ve hung from a stubborn branch and almost broke your ankle from the height you’ve fallen from.

When you’ve gotten back to the rock, you sit down and fold the leaf to make a fan, which you use on you for the first couple of minutes, before turning it to the man on the ground. The color has already begun to return to his lips, by the time he wakes, he might even be dry and sweating. It’s funny how boiling heat works like that.

You sit there for easily an hour, watching the waves roll onto the beach, retreating, and coming back a couple seconds later. You periodically check on the boy, making sure that he’s still breathing. There’s a few cuts that you’ve noticed, between his chest and his legs, there’s about six. They��re fairly shallow, should be an easy heal. You don’t think any of them need to be stitched, which you’re thankful for, because you definitely don’t have the supplies for that.

You look down to check on him again, and find a wide pair of eyes watching you. You pull the fan back, offering a smile, which vanishes quickly because that’s not exactly the right move. He’s got to be confused and scared, a random girl fanning him with a tree leaf isn’t exactly what you’d like to see after waking up damp and covered in sand.

“Hi,” You murmur, moving back on the rock. “Sorry, I was trying to keep you cool. That sunburn’s going to be a pain.”

His face twists, he moves to sit up. He doesn’t speak to you, reaching to touch his chest, wincing when he sticks his finger in a cut. He eyes the holes in the shirt, glancing at you briefly.

“I didn’t do that, if that’s what you’re thinking.” You tell him. “You showed up like that. All I did was pull you out of the water.”

He ignores you, looking at the trees, then at the beach, and then out to the water, which he doesn’t tear his eyes from for a long minute. “Where—“ his voice is hoarse, he clears his throat. “Where am I?”

“You’re on an island.” You reach for your bag, getting to your feet.

“What time is it?”

You make a face, “I can’t answer that. I don’t know what day, month, or year it even is. It’s been a while since I had access to that type of information.” You open the bag, pulling out your canister of clean drinking water. “Here, drink, you’re probably dehydrated. There’s no telling how long you’ve been out there.”

“No,” his face twists, shaking his head. “No, I don’t know who you are.”

“It’s the only drinkable water on the island.” You tell him, tucking it back into your bag. “But suit yourself, you’ll become thirsty soon enough.”

He doesn’t make any move to get up, you press your lips together. You don’t want to stand here all day, and he’s being resistant. You’ve got other plans, which include checking the traps on the west side of the island before the sun goes down.

You click your tongue, which is partially by accident, as you turn around to head into the trees to go back to base.

“Where are you going?” He calls behind you.

“Home, I came out here for driftwood, and you’re afraid of strangers.” You look at him through the trees. “You can follow, if you want. I don’t bite. Just watch where you step, there’s traps around for the animals.”

This inspires him enough to get up. You lead the way through the narrow path, that you’ll force to grow wider in time. Or maybe the boy behind you will, considering the fact that he’s trampling through the area without a care about noise.

You glance at him over your shoulder, curious to see if he’s purposely stepping on everything that he can, and find that it’s the way he walks. He looks like he doesn’t have a single clue that he’s the loudest living thing in here.

“What’s your name?” He asks, not being able to handle the silence.

“(Y/n).” You murmur, not bothering to tell him your last name.

It has no significance anymore. Hell, your name now doesn’t even mean anything to you. The only time you use it is when you’re talking to yourself condescendingly when you’ve done something stupid that could’ve gotten you killed.

It’s quiet for a couple of minutes. “Aren’t you going to ask who I am?”

Oh, you didn’t think about that. “Sure.”

He sighs, “Peeta Mellark.”

Huh, interesting name. You think you knew someone back at the university that had the same name. It’s unique, you didn’t think you’d run across someone with the same name again.

“Are you someone important, Peeta?” You ask.

“Well—I wouldn’t say that.”

“Do you have people that care about you and happen to be rich that could afford pouring money into finding you?”

He doesn’t answer right away. “No, not really.”

You grind your teeth. The first person you’ve seen in years, and he’s not even someone important. You’re never going to get off of this stupid island, are you? You’re going to be stuck here till the day you die, and now you have someone else to take care of.

This could’ve been it. He could’ve been the one thing that got you out of here and back to normal life. You could see your family again, be able to celebrate the holidays. You’d reunite with your boyfriend, even if he did move on from you. You could be with your friends again!

You could really scream right now.

“Why?”

“What?” You snap back, impatient.

“Why were you asking?” He asks, not paying any mind to your tone.

“You’re stuck here with me.”

“What?” He asks.

“You’re never getting off of this island. The sooner you accept that, the better. I can’t believe I just got my own hopes up. I should know better.” You mutter, shaking your head.

When you don’t hear him walking behind you, you stop to turn around. Peeta’s face is screwed, the corners of his mouth turned downward. “That’s not true.”

“I’m not going to lie to you, Peeta.”

“We can light a fire on the beach, they’ll see the smoke. They’ll come looking for us.”

“You don’t think I haven’t tried that?” You ask him. “I’ve done all of it. I didn’t get rescued, why should I think that it’ll be any different for you?”

His lips part, “How long have you been out here?”

You shrug, “Three years, possibly more. I’m not sure. I don’t have a calendar or a cellphone. I go by the seasons.”

Peeta takes a breath. “(Y/n), it’s July, in the year twenty twenty-three.”

Your face smooths over, eyes drifting away from his face while you think back. Your lips are moving, but there are no words coming out, counting silently. When did you get here? What year was it?

“Four years.” You murmur to yourself, turning around to keep walking to your home. “Has it really been that long?”

“What’d you say?” Peeta asks.

“April… no, it was March. It was the end of March going into April, we had an early summer that year because the school year started the beginning of July. They wanted to do construction on the academic buildings before we started getting rain.” You let out a breath. “Four years.”

Peeta’s caught up to your side. “(Y/n), where are you from?”

“I was a university student at Sacred Heart in Capitol City. I was going abroad for a spring program to study in Spain with…” You trail off, pouting.

With your boyfriend and your friends. The ones you told that they had nothing to worry about when they expressed how much they hate flying over open water like this each time you go in the summer. You promised them that dramatic crashes like that only happen in movies or once in a blue moon. It’s not common for planes to malfunction.

You remember being with your boyfriend when one of your friends got stuck in her seat. He told you to get off the plane and he’s find you outside. When you got out there, the current was too strong, the flight attendant couldn’t bring you inside of the boat.

If it weren’t for your life jacket, you would’ve drowned. You’d be dead, there wouldn’t be any life on this island. You still have it, you’ve kept it safe, using it when you fantasize about building a boat and drifting into the ocean, where someone finds you and rescues you.

“You were part of flight 147, weren’t you?” Peeta asks, his enthusiasm showing through. “(Y/n) (L/n).” You blink in surprise at the mention of your full name. When you jerk your head to look at him, he realizes how odd that was of him. “Sorry, I just did a report on you to the company I work for. We went to Sacred Heart together. I knew Gloss.”

“That’s nice.” You swallow. You try not to think about your boyfriends name if you can help it. Peeta does look to be about your age, it’s crazy how you went to school at the same place and now you’ve ended up here together.

“I’m an aeronautical engineer. The plane you were on is still a mystery—“

“Thank you, Peeta.” Your tone is harsh. “I think that’s enough.”

“I’m sorry.” He says. “Really, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—I reached out to your family while I was doing my research. If it helps any, they’ve still got hope that you’re alive. They just don’t know where to look.”

“And Gloss?” You ask.

“I have no idea.”

You hum, not saying anything else to him for the rest of the walk, which isn’t that far. You can see the shack that’s taken you months to build properly, through the trees. You have a fire pit, but it’s several feet away to keep from accidentally lighting it on fire. It’s happened to you before, and it was devastating.

Needless to say, in the winter it’s brutal. This is why you like the summer,

“This is it.” You tell him, “I have clothes, the luggage showed up before you did. I didn’t think anything of it, it happens once in a while.” You enter the shack, brushing the dried hanging vines out of the way to hang up on a hook by the door. “And I can clean those wounds. If you want to wash yourself of the saltwater first, I understand. I can bring you to the stream. I don’t have soap, of course.”

You turn around, expecting for Peeta to be right behind you, but he’s standing outside of the doorway. Your eyebrows twitch, “What are you, a vampire? You can come inside.”

He lets out a laugh, stepping inside, “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Your generosity. You don’t know me and yet—“

You wave your hand. “Don’t think about it too much. It’s taken me a long time to get to this point. These are the things I wish I had when I got here.”

Peeta’s quiet for a moment. “Do you really think we’re stuck here?”

“I’d like to hope not.” You tell him. “Even if we are, we can make it work. I’ve gotten fairly good at this.”

He smiles.

this is part of my 3k celebration!!

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envy-of-the-apple · 2 years

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Mutual Fascination

I do have in mind a part two for this if enough ppl like it. Enjoy for now~

Naga AU! Highly inspired by the world building of the bakudeku fic in the eye of the storm it stopped updating back in 2019 tho:((((

(Warnings: Naga au, monsters, imprisonment, non con touching)

(Naga AU! Izuku Midoriya, Bakugou Katsuki, Shouto Todoroki, Eijirou Kirishima x human!reader, poly)

Four weeks ago, if someone had told you nagas existed, you would have laughed.

But now, four weeks later, still a castaway, still seeing remnants of the boat you were once on floating in the sea, you don’t have the luxury to laugh, not anymore.

You still don’t remember what it was. The boat looked fine during the storm, but there was a crack, a blast.

Next thing you know, you were waking up ashore, with someone inhuman hovering over you.

Izuku. The first naga you met on the island, staring down at you as though you were something to be admired. You remembered screaming, scuttling away, startling him because of your quickness. He couldn’t speak your tongue that well-none of them could. His mouth wasn’t human enough, his vocal cords were strained, tempted to hiss. He was coherent enough for you to learn that he wasn’t the only one on the island.

Shouto was Izuku’s mate. At least, you think they were mates. Izuku was more lenient on him than the others, softer. The naga was bigger than the green serpentine, a longer tail, just slightly smaller than a minivan. He was quieter, didn’t bother trying to speak human, no matter how many times you coaxed him to. He spoke in clicks and hisses, turning to Izuku when you didn’t understand. He was more aloof, but sometimes you’d wake up to him and Izuku curled up around you, lavishing in your natural body head.

Eijirou was boisterous, friendly. You liked him a lot. He was the second smallest, barely longer than Izuku. You like his coloring the most. A bright red, easy to spot. He was a bit too curious for your liking, constantly hovering, constantly touching. His greatest fascination was in your legs, moving them, watching them bend. Sometimes he goes too far up for your comfort as you have to snap your legs back. His apologetic look makes you forgive him instantly.

The leader of them all was Katsuki. His scales were a fiery orange, it matched his personality. They all listened to him, even Shouto, when he hissed and spat in mostly anger. You think he didn’t like you at first, with all the scowling, but now it’s more like he doesn’t like it when you don’t exist around him. He isn't as touchy as Eijirou, but he lacks personal space like the others. He’s rougher, too. Constantly wrapping a clawed hand on your arm, dragging you wherever he pleased.

You’re surprised it’s Izuku who challenges him the most, mostly about you. They squabble and bicker constantly, hissing in a tongue you don’t understand. Shouto mainly watches in amusement, Eijirou often looks worried when they start fighting with you near the vicinity. Then, one of the males will drag the other deeper into the island. They come back hours later with cuts and bruises around their body, both equally huffy. You don’t think there’s ever a clear victor.

But they loved eachother. You could tell in the secret smiles Katsuki gives solely to Izuku when he thinks no one is watching. Shouto and Eijirou sunbathing together on a warm rock, hands shyly touching. The concern Shouto gives to Katsuki every time the naga comes back from a hunt, covered in bruises and scars. Eijirou half-listened to Izuku’s hisses, languidly cuddling beside him. You wonder if you were the only outsider in the world who knew of their love. You are the only one they’ve ever given an insight to.

But that’s all you were, an outsider, and soon enough, you’d have to return to your own world.

Today’s the same, as it always was. It’s Eijirou who’s curled up to you, this time, snoring softly in his coils. His claws lie just beside you, close to touching. Even in his sleep, he’s careful, quick to treat you gently, carefully.

But gentle doesn’t mean he isn’t practically sprawled on top of you, practically shielding you from whatever intruder that could come. You don’t know why he still does it, nothing could ever come into this cave they call home. Why would anything? Four territorial nagas is scarier than anything.

You think they consider you harmless, at least for now. Why else would they be so giving to you, always making sure you’re the first to eat, careful of their claws, their tails. Your best theory was that they saw you as a lesser being, something that needed to be cared for. Maybe they think you’re a runt of their kind? A glorified pet? You’re just grateful they haven’t considered you as food, yet.

You wiggle a bit, Eijirou doesn’t budge, still deep into his slumber. You think for the first few days you tried to reclaim your dignity, refusing to curl up with them when the sun dipped into the water. You were still wary of them, worried they might gnaw on you in your sleep. You decided to huddle in a place far from the cave, under the night sky.

Somehow, you always woke up in one of their arms. So now, you just stop bothering.

You look around. There’s no one else to help you. Izuku, Katsuki, and Shouto must’ve woken up early. You don’t know what they do, maybe hunting, but you can’t be sure. As of right now, you don’t care, not when Eijirou is practically making you sink into stone.

“Wake up,” You whisper insistently into Eijirou’s inhuman ear, “Eijirou wake up!”

You pat his cheeks repeatedly, that seems to be the trick, because he’s hissing, cracking a slitted eye in mild annoyance before realizing it’s you.

“Oh,” He hums, sleepily, “Hello.”

“Hi,” You say back, “Could you get off me, please?”

Eijirou’s frowning, but in the end, he relents, hoisting himself up, away from you. You stretch as well, folding your knees. Eijirou watches in interest.

“Where are the others?” You ask him.

Eijirou looks around, finally seeming to realize you’re the only one there.

“Gone,” He finally says, “Water.”

You hum, transfixed on him. The sudden attention seems to fluster him. He shuffles his tail a bit.

“I didn’t know you guys could go into water.”

“Me no could long time,” Eijirou struggles with his words, and you feel bad that they have to strain their vocal cords to talk to you, “Izuku no could long time. Katsuki yes. Shouto yes.”

You hum. Izuku and Eijirou must be close to land snakes then, while Katsuki and Shouto were more affiliated with water. It made sense. Both of them were longer, slender, loosely resembling eels, while Izuku and Eijirou were stockier, sturdy. You wish you could ask if that meant they both had gills, but you don’t think Eijirou would be able to answer.

Instead, you sit up, turning to walk outside of the cave. Eijirou follows, like an overgrown puppy.

The sun is already high in the sky, when you exit the cavern. If you listened closely, you could probably hear the ocean crashing into the rocks.

“What are you planning on doing?” You ask the naga.

He points at you, “Watch.”

Right, he needs to keep an eye on you, at least until the others get back. Him waking up later than the others was a silent sign that he had to hold back for babysitting duty. You give him an apologetic smile, before trekking off into the far side of the camp.

It used to be an abandoned clearing. Something natural, but ever since you arrived, that’s slowly been changing. A campfire site was added. Grass and other soft material was gathered when it was discovered you had a hard time sleeping on a cold stone floor. Another list of things they did that they really didn’t have to do.

You wished you could do something for them. Hopefully getting out of their hair faster would be a gift in itself.

It wasn’t a boat. Too shabby, clearly made by the inexperienced. You really had Katsuki to thank for the material, ripping apart trees with his powerful claws. He’d preened when you’d complimented him, thanking him.

You spent more than a week on it, using pliable bark to hold it together. A raft, your mind finally supplied. It was a raft, with a thin sail attached. You had no idea how you were even going to control it, but it was better than staying here.

Four weeks. You’d spent almost a month hoping for rescue. Maybe you’d have better luck out in the ocean, than here on an uncharted island.

Eijirou gives an excited click, hovering over the contraption. He points at it with a claw, looking at you with wonder. You realize you haven’t been babysat by him in a while. You were usually with Izuku, sometimes Shouto. This was his first time seeing it.

“Raft,” You supply.

“Raft,” He repeats, fascinated, “Why?”

You pause, trying to explain it in the simplest of words.

“I can’t swim well in ocean-water,” You correct yourself, “This will help.”

Eijirou nods, eager. Excited.

“Swim? Swim?” He asks, “Swim Katsuki? Shouto?”

“I won’t be swimming with them, no.” You gently say, “This will just help me leave the island. Maybe find a rescue boat.”

Eijirou couldn’t understand you that well. He didn’t learn as quickly as Katsuki, or Izuku, but you admired his determination to try to learn, to try to understand you. It’s why when you speak to him, you tend to be a little less guarded. You gave a lot more information, stuff you never mentioned to Izuku and Katsuki or Shouto, left yourself a little open.

Truthfully, you underestimated him a bit.

You don’t get a response, instead you feel a sudden weight on your body, pushing to the ground, on your back. Your stare at Eijirou, his eyes are panicked. Wide.

Scared.

“Leave?” He trills, “Leave? Leave? Why?”

He’s gentle, he’s always gentle. But not when he’s desperate. Today, his claws sink into your skin because he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care enough, not right now.

You shudder out a breath.

“Eijirou,” You weakly say, “You’re hurting me.”

He shakes his head.

“Leave? Stay!” He pleads, just as pathetically.

You hate how you feel relief when you hear the foliage shift, because you don’t want to be afraid of Eijirou, you really don’t, but you look up anyway, watching as the three naga still when they see the scene before them.

Shouto is the first to move, clicking at Eijirou angrily. He’s close to putting a hand on his mate, shoving him off the poor defenseless human, when Eijirou is clicking back.

Shouto stills. Your heart sinks.

Izuku moves frantically, slithering to your body. His eyes slip from you to the raft he helped you build. You can tell that it’s slowly starting to click in his mind. His hair’s wet, droplets falling down his face, but you know his eyelashes aren’t wet from the dive in the ocean.

“Leave?” Izuku is saying, “Why? You stay? Here good. Ocean bad.”

You’re shaking your head. Eijirou’s grip loosens, he pulls away in silence. You prop yourself up, keeping your gaze on the first naga you’d ever met.

“Izuku,” When you usually say his name, he preens in adoration. Today, he winces, “I can’t stay here. I have to go back to my own kind. To other humans.”

Neither of you are prepared for the loud crack. You flinch, turning towards Katsuki. His fist is shaking, injured, bruised.

And your little raft, something that could’ve barely withstood a small rainstorm, is splintered to pieces.

“You can’t leave,” He’s hissing, “Stay. On Island.”

No one’s holding you, dragging your frail body down to earth, but you suddenly feel heavy. You look in horror at the thing that was once your way of escape. Your last hope.

“Why?” You ask, but it’s too quiet, but you want to be angry and upset, “Why did-did you…”

Cold hands slip into yours. Izuku is staring at you, tilting his head in understanding, but he doesn’t understand. He can’t.

“Stay here,” His voice is soft but you know it’s not a suggestion, “With us.”

“I can’t,” You feel like you’re repeating yourself, “I need to get home. I have to get home.”

“This home,” Izuku says, “Your home.”

You feel sick. You want to throw up because this feels so wrong. Too wrong.

Your hands fall away from him. Izuku lets it, lets you crawl back, away from them all. Because he knows.

He knows you can’t go anywhere.

You’re shaking your head, “No no you can’t. You can’t just keep me here. Why? Why?”

“You are ours, you can’t go.” Katsuki’s voice cuts in, Izuku glowers at him with a soft hiss, probably telling him to be gentle with you, like he always does, but no amount of padding stops you from reeling at his next words.

“Mates can’t go.”

You’re stammering, maybe laughing.

“I’m-I’m not your mate,” You spit the word out like it’s poison, “Humans…it doesn’t work like that. Not with my kind. You-you can’t want me. Keep me.”

Eijirou hovers next to Izuku, looking at you, “Yes,” He says softly, “Want. You.”

“Chose you,” Izuku’s finishing for him, “For us.”

You’re crying now, something hot and festering building up in your chest. They couldn’t. God they wouldn’t, right? Suddenly the constant touching, cooing, the coddling they do for you. It all clicks. And it all becomes too much.

“Please,” You’re replying, weak, “I can’t live the rest of my life here, until I die.”

“Yes,” Someone’s saying. You don’t recognize the voice.

Shouto gives you a wide grin, filled with sharp teeth. For the first time, he speaks.

You’re too filled with dread to acknowledge it.

“Stay. Until you die.”

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marknee · 1 year

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bts fanfics i think shakespeare is rolling around in his grave about right now.

chapter i. ✷ chapter iii.

KEYS ON SEVERITY OF SHAKESPEARE’S STATE:

( ✮ ) — dude, what has that grave ever done to you?

( ♬ ) — i think we broke him.

( ✎ ) — he hasn’t moved in a while. should i check on him?

( ♛ ) — he’s deceased. again. dunno if that’s possible.

THE SHAKESPEARE SERIES.

WARNING: keep in mind, some of these authors are very strict on the rule that no minors should read their work if they’re underage, and i will honour that. but, at the end of the day, i am not your parent. so, there’s that. but heed my warning wisely. any smut or 18+ content will be highlighted in bold.

NOTE: yes, this is a series now. exciting, am i right? i fear there are too many incredible fics on this app to fit them into one part, so this will be multiple parts — you can access the masterlist above! leggo.

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( ✮ ) CASTAWAYS — by @rmnamjoons

!! namjoon x reader | 25.5k !!

smut (18+) with plot, slow burn, fluff, angst if you squint, happy ending, so much teasing.

you ever seen the 2000 film ‘cast away’? the one with tom hanks and his inanimate volleyball named wilson? yeah, this fic is exactly what that film should’ve been. it largely lacked the existence of namjoon, and the undeniable sexual tension we were denied for a throwing ball.

namjoon’s characterisation in this is unreal. he’s so gentle and tender with his words, yet so rough and unforgiving within the sheets. you almost don’t realise it’s the same person, but am i complaining? not really. quite the contrary actually.

also, i like that it’s very realistic in some aspects. everything they do to survive on an island is exactly what you imagine yourself doing if you were dropped into their shoes, lost and fearful that any moment might just be your last.

though i went through years of scouting myself, i do not feel i am equipped enough to survive on a deserted island with an embarrassingly hot guy i met days prior. but if miss y/n can do it with less experience than i, then o ye of little faith.

i wish i could engrave this fic into my brain so i can read it whenever i please, so i guess i’m just lucky it exists here on tumblr for free. an honour, really.

@rmnamjoons has outdone themselves yet again.

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( ♬ ) TAMPED — by @chimoona

!! jungkook x reader | 19.7k !!

smut (18+), fluff, humour, slow burn, mild angst/jealously, barista!au, lil bit of yoongi smut.

never mind shakespeare, this fic had me rolling around in my grave. and i’m not even dead.

if you had to choose any piece of advice to take away from this essay, let it be do not read fics like this in public. or in the presence of literally anybody. you will either a) start kicking your legs and squealing, or b) throw your phone and need a moment to compose yourself. learn from me, yes?

min yoongi is the funniest mf in this, especially in the way he teases the reader about not having been laid in a millennium. he makes this fic just an absolute treat to read. and the friendship with seokjin is so incredibly warming. you can feel the fondness they have for each other bursting through the pages (…screen? have i said that before?).

but, undoubtedly, what pulls everything together is the relationship between the reader and jungkook. it starts as toleration, then care, before it blooms into tenderness and finally, love. and you can’t get enough. of them and of the story.

you can’t help but fall in love yourself. definitely worth a read.

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( ✮ ) ADJUSTMENT — by @yminie

!! hoseok x reader | 7.1k !!

smut (18+), fluff, chiropractor!hoseok, patient!reader.

the fact the authors note is, “promise it’s not a cheesy porno,” needs a mention of its own. it made me laugh, and it definitely lived up to that statement. it was better than a cheesy porno.

this fic alone at 7k does what some 20k+ fics fail to do. and that’s a talent, truly. i swear, there were moments i felt as if i was third-wheeling and intruding on something very private and very personal. i probably should’ve walked out that doctors room and left them to it.

i think i’ve said it before, but this is another great example of a good smut laced within a good plot. it was interesting, hooked you in, and left you feeling quite satisfied. content is the word i think i should say.

shame shakespeare never wrote smut, but also not really because we have authors like this who do it better.

@yminie, i’ll be keeping my eye on you. an incredible fic, really.

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( ♛ ) WATERLOO — by @kinktae

!! art prodigy!taehyung x art student!reader | 13k !!

fluff, angst, some light smut, slow burn.

this was one of the first fanfics i ever read on this app. and that was what? a few years ago? wow. i’m old.

now, my memory isn’t incredible, but the fact this is one of the few fics i remember reading in a fandom i was unfamiliar to all those years ago, says a lot. about the story, the writing, and the author.

waterloo was like a soft push of the hand that guided me into the world of bts fanfics, and for that, i’m eternally grateful. i’ve never been one to dive into things straight away. i like guidance. i like ease.

so, my dear reader, if you have any friends who’re just getting into tumblr fics about bts and need that sturdy push, i solely advise you recommend this to them. but if not, this is a great fic to read otherwise.

it’s angsty, it’s cheesy, it’s cute, and it’s memorable. who doesn’t love an art prology taehyung? people who’re boring, that’s who.

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( ♛ ) FROM EDEN — by @ddaenggtan

!! hoseok x yoongi x reader | 15.6k !!

greek god au, hades!reader, thanatos!hoseok, persephone!yoongi, smut, fluff, angst, violence.

anyone else go through a greek god phase? i consumed all those stories like they were my breakfast. and as you would have it, my favourite to read about was the story of hades and persephone, also known as the coming of spring and winter.

this fic is genuinely so addictive and it really knocks the tag ‘greek god!au’ out the park. it does an amazing job of representing the story we all know and love, while adding some adaptations of its own, giving the story a unique twist.

i would happily write a five thousand word essay on how much i adore bangtan as greek gods, but i fear what would become of me if i did. so i shall not. for both my sake and yours.

as shakespeare never said, but lady gaga did: talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique.. etc.

and yoongi, for heavens sake, no pomegranates!

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( ✎ ) VOID — by @btssavedmylifeblr (series)

!! bts x reader | 82k !!

space!au, science fiction, a lot of smut (18+), angst.

one of the reasons why i created this series is so i can do one of my favourite things ever: share what i love. i think there something so beautiful in the art of spreading appreciation. and usually, my friends were the ones who had to listen to these essays before you did, sweet reader. and this fic was one of those i didn’t shut up about.

by the end of my rant about this series, i don’t think they even needed to read it. i’d done it for them simply by talking. which is why, i will keep this short and simple. so i don’t do the same for you.

this series is so well thought out. every little detail, every hurdle in the road, every step seems to have been thought of before hand and it makes the journey that much more gripping. so, kudos to the author for that. extra brownie points.

every member has their role, their part, their moment in the story and they’re all indefinitely important and make up a team. alike bangtan, they’re all needed in order to make the ship work. without one, it’d be going down and they’d all be yelling timber. (love that song).

teamwork makes the dream work, people.

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( ♬ ) PEACHES AND CREAM — by @snackhobi

!! jimin x reader | 9.1k !!

pure smut (18+).

let’s start with three words: lord have mercy. personally, i think that sums everything up pretty well. but if i left it at that, this wouldn’t be an essay now would it? so let’s continue.

the fact this fic was almost called ‘jimin and the fucking peach’ after james and the giant peach deserves extra credit for the absolute monstrosity of a laugh that escaped my mouth after reading that. a missed opportunity, truly.

honestly, jimin and his actions within this fic desperately need examining by a team of scientists in the study of inane methods to get someone’s attention because, and excuse my french, fuck me.

shakespeare was definitely giggling reading this. perhaps even kicking his legs. love that for him.

but, according to the key i put down for this fic, i also think we broke him. understandable, mate. same here. i’ll never be the same.

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( ♛ ) OH MY GOD, THEY WERE (QUARANTINED) ROOMMATES — by @ot7always

!! jungkook x reader | 22.8k !!

college!au, roommates!au, fluff, smut (18+).

the absolute audacity.

the reader really has the gall to sit and complain about what unfortunate circumstances she’s in, all the while she’s stuck with the jeon jungkook of all people. i cannot deal. i wish my quarantine trapped me inside with one of the hottest men on the planet.

apart from that, how can you not love this fic? rhetorical question, dear reader. you can’t.

the undeniable sexual tension that lingers throughout the entirety of this story builds up, like lego pieces on top of one another, until it finally falls and breaks into two. and you can’t reject the satisfaction of it all.

i was lucky enough to have read this two years ago (three now as i’m writing this) while we were actively going through lockdown, and it does an amazing job of describing everything we were all feeling during that time. bored, worried, confused, lonely, frustrated, and horny (…just saying).

it made things a bit more bearable. and it’s got shirtless jungkook.

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( ✎ ) THE WAY TO YOUR HEART — by @joonary

!! yoongi x reader | 9k !!

fluff, humour, office!au, coworkers!au.

the fluffiest fluff that ever did fluff. bet you shakespeare never said that in his life. shame. at least i beat him in something.

believe me when i say i was grinning like an idiot the whole time reading this, with my cheeks lightly aching. with this app filled to the brim with angst and heavier stories, this fic was like a breath of fresh air. a warm, hearty homemade meal after a rough day out in the merciless world.

if you’re in need of a hug but aren’t the physical touch kind of person, the solution is right here, my friend. this fic will rejuvenate your system and make you feel a whole lot better. believe me.

also, can i just say. the author made an impeccable job of leaving me even pickier about attributes of my future spouse than what i started with. like, how am i supposed to explain to someone i want a partner just like this exact, specific version of yoongi? like. i mean this one. all i’ll say is it proves difficult.

@joonary is the shakespeare we needed. instead he wrote romances disguised as tragedies where both parties die at the end. what the fuck.

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( ♛ ) STUCK WITH YOU — by @taleasnewastime

!! seokjin x reader | 29.6k !!

strangers to lovers, smut (18+), angst, fluff.

is anyone else surprised @taleasnewastime is here again? ‘cause i’m not. her work is next level (naevis? is that you?). and i’m not ashamed to say i stalked the entirety of her masterlist after this masterpiece. hint, hint, nudge, nudge, people.

the chemistry etched within this fic is off the charts. everything is there. the banter, the tenderness, the angst, the longing to accept love, the grief. all wrapped into a bundle and gifted with a side of heartache and woe.

we all need a person like seokjin’s character in our lives. someone who lifts us from dark times and (re: figuratively) throws us into the light. i fear helps might be a better option of wording. am i right?

this story dragged my hopeless romantic ass on a one-way skydive to pain. and that’s without a parachute. it was more of a free fall, really.

and i’d most definitely do it again.

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( ♬ ) WRAPPED TOGETHER — by @lemonjoonah

!! namjoon x reader | 18k !!

christmas!au, romance, drama, smut (18+).

you know those people who don’t listen to christmas music during the rest of the year because they swear it brings bad luck? well, they must hate me, ‘cause i’ll happily stream michael bublé’s christmas album in august if i have to. probably explains my bad luck too. great.

my point is, whenever you may be reading this post, whether it’s rainy october or sunny july, this fic is worth all the so-called bad luck.

it’s got the christmas spirit. the jolly music, the beautiful lights, the festive mood. and it’s got namjoon. it’s got namjoon, people! if that’s not tying the knot, then i don’t know what is.

in all seriousness though, i religiously come back to this fic whenever the holidays hit and the radios all over the uk start charting mariah carey and wham!. and it’ll cure any holiday blues.

@lemonjoonah may yet pop up again in this series. their work is definitely worth the time and read(ing?).

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( ✎ ) HERE COMES THE BRIDE, ALL DRESSED IN PRIDE — by @hansolmates

!! jungkook x reader | 17.3k !!

fake dating!au, fluff, crack, mentions of cheating.

“boy, i, boy, i, boy, i know, i know you got the feels.” the feels, twice. literally the first song that came to mind when i finished this fic. and twice never lie.

unpopular opinion (i think?), i’m a sucker for when y/n is petty in fanfics. i love a good revenge story, especially when it’s rightfully deserved, pristinely plated and justly served. you know, all classy like. and this had all that in the bag.

the relationship in this fanfic was so respectful and i loved that. they considered each other’s feelings towards what they were getting into, so that gets a gold star for communication and consideration from me. yass healthy relationship!

shakespeare cannot relate. hence why he’s tagged under ‘hasn’t moved in a while.’ he’s flabbergasted such things exist. since he killed one of the parties in the only healthy relationship he ever wrote. like, bro?

an amazing story yet again from @hansolmates if you’re in need of that satisfaction. (not like that you pervs. i meant revenge).

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malu897 · 4 months

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Castaway Creek AU

After the events of Trolls(2016), Creek finds himself in Vacay Island, with no memory of what happend after his betrayal of his friends.

There he meets Bruce and his family who quickly welcome him and give him a place to stay and even a job as a babysitter for their 13 kids when Bruce and Brandy want to spend some time just the two of them~

Creek lives for months getting to know more about the inhabitants of the Island and trying to forget his past and embrace his new life

just a little something ive been cooking, just chilling with the idea for now

Everyone is welcome to make their aditions to this!

#dreamsworks trolls #trolls creek #trolls bruce #trolls band together #trolls au #Castaway Creek AU #my art #my ideas #comic #digital art

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bitwynn · 1 year

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Cast away by the world with you

A SAGAU Impostor AU Songfic.

Song used: Castaways from The Backyardigans

This song has been stuck in my head for the past three days and I've just been brainrotting abt this song and my current main team-- which honestly is just a team composed of my favorite characters and has no synergy with each other in fights WHATSOEVER but fuck meta, lemme wander the world as my faves AHAHA

I might add on to this and turn it into a series, as it hints at past events. Hm... a songfic sagau series... fun concept isnt it?

Blue for Barbara, Yellow/Gold for Zhongli, Green for Wanderer, red for Diluc, Italics is Reader/General, Combined is Everyone. Colors only used for singing parts.

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After the disaster that was earlier-- AKA risking Heizou's vision and life by holing up in his home and detective agency, Raiden ordering daily raids on any and every building, practically leaving Heizou to the wolves as you and the team ran for your lives out of Inazuma City, finding out the hard way that Raiden had once again disabled Teleport Waypoints (you still felt embarrassed by the full chested "WHAT THE FUCK" that alerted every single treasure hoarder, fatui agent, and nobushi in the area), booking it the second Diluc let out his burst which while eliminated everyone in the surrounding area ALERTED EVERYONE ELSE TO WHERE YOU ALL WERE, panic screaming directions and profanities the entire time you were hauled over Zhongli's shoulder with Wanderer dealing with enemies in the rear and Diluc and Barbara vaporizing everyone at the front, barely making it to Amakane Island and completely missing the Electroculus you needed for 5 minutes thanks to sheer panic, and finally FINALLY being able to access the Waverider Wavepoint and pointedly ignoring Wanderer's panicky jabs at your eyesight the entire time-- you and the gang were exhausted.

Last night was spent by everyone catching their breath and you sailing your tiny Waverider the entire time. Though everyone did have their own different definitions of "catching their breaths" as Wanderer just panic-snarked at you the entire time and Diluc looked like he was heavily considering his personal policy on drinking alcohol because of it. Good times.

You had sailed for days, deftly avoiding the large main islands of Inazuma and raiding hilichurl sea camps for food and materials. The memory of Wanderer laughing his ass off at everyone looking like "drowned rats" because they had to swim to the camps, and getting promptly shut up by Barbara using her Vision to drench him was something you'd never want to forget.

And now, you had finally reached it. A safe little island far and away from the main five islands of Inazuma, and relatively close to the abandoned and forgotten Tsurumi Island. You had plans to maybe try and stay there, considering the fact that its a ghost island at this point. Wanderer and Zhongli had even theorized that the Waypoints there might work, with the mystery and magic that practically oozes from the place. And if not, they could maybe try to use the vast underground systems and ancient knowledge there. Apparently Zhongli still remembered the hours of agony you spent there as him, trying to complete its many lore filled quests,

But now wasn't the time for scheming and planning your next moves. Not the time for wondering what to do and how to stay alive. Not for risking life and limb for merely just existing. Now was the time to simply just rest. To rest and lick your wounds, to recover energy spent and the blood and sweat spilled. To have your deepest thought to be that of what to eat for dinner.

Right now, Barbara was tending to the Wanderer's wounds as Zhongli continued to tend to his bamboo shoot soup that he'd been simmering all day. Diluc had been talking to Zhongli about Venti, and Barbara had gone red with embarrassment when she admitted how she and the other nuns had treated him. Which prompted Wanderer to tease her to hell and back for it saying, "the most devout of them all didn't even realize he was her god?! AHAHAHA, you even have a giant and ACCURATE replica of him outside your church! And you never thought to put the dots together? AHAHAHAHA--"

It was nice.

With the moon high in the sky and bellies full of warm and excruciatingly slow cooked bamboo shoot soup, your tiny little camp fell into a comfortable silence. There was nothing but the breeze, the gentle rustling of the leaves, the crackling of your small fire, and the lapping of the ocean waves.

This too, was nice.

You pull out your lyre and began to strum a simple little tune. Everyone's gaze turns to you as you take a few moments to get it right. You feel yourself begin to sway to the song as your mind fills in the silence of the missing instruments, and you get lost in the beat.

"Castaways, we are castaways,"

You feel yourself break into a smile as you start shimmying to the beat.

"Ahoy there, ahoy, we are castaways."

Barbara giggles and she begins to clap. Wanderer snorts in fond amusement as everyone listens.

You hand the lyre over to Diluc as you stand. Everyones eyes are on you, rapt with attention as Barbara keeps clapping and Diluc quickly finds the melody. You climb atop your tiny boat stage as the next words leave your lips.

"We're stuck where we are, with no house, no car.

Castaways, ahoy, we are castaways."

"We were out at sea, on a sailing ship,"

You sway and move your arms, almost but not exactly dancing, as you gesture out the lyrics. You quickly wet your hands and with a little splash at your little audience, you keep on singing.

"The rain began to rain, and the wind began to whip-- oh hey--!"

You laugh as Wanderer indeed made the wind start to whip. "Thats for getting me in the eyes." The smile is evident in his voice. You chuckle at him as you dramatically lean against the boat, continuing with your song.

You finally jump off your makeshift stage to join the others on the soft beach sand, dancing your one-man salsa to the strumming of the lyre and the clapping of the beat. Though you certainly aren't dancing alone.

"We felt the ship tip, it was going down.

So we launched our lifeboat, so we wouldn't drown!"

"Castaways, we are castaways,"

Your face brightens into a wide smile, as Barbara joins into the song. You pull her to her feet with a laugh, your lone salsa not so lonely anymore. Everyone sways and claps to the beat, as you keep singing.

"Ahoy there, ahoy, we are castaways!"

You let go of her hands, letting her copy your movements and preparing for the last few parts of the song.

"On an island at sea,"

Though her singing of the lyrics were a little rushed from the sudden lyric change, you still appreciate it, giving her a smile. You abruptly stop moving, a cheeky little smile on your face.

"Just--"

You quickly point to Barbara standing beside you. She startles with a squeak but quickly understands, once she sees your cheeky face.

"Me,"

You point down the line, the chorus of their voices filling the sea air. Little smiles appear on their faces as it goes down.

"Me,"

Your finger lands on Wanderer, smiles on both your faces. You keep pointing as he stays silent. He raises an eyebrow. "Seriously?" "Yeah, song won't end til you say it." He stays silent for a moment longer, before finally letting you win.

"...Me,"

You burst into smile, pointing your thumb at yourself as you finally finish the song.

"--and me!"

"Castaways, ahoy, we are castaways.!"

With a smile and a flourish, you bow as everyone erupts into cheer and applause. "Thank you, thank you, I'll be here all night!" Diluc hands you back your lyre. "That was a nice song. I really liked it." Your smile turns sheepish as you poof it back into your inventory. "Oh, its nothing-- the vibes, they were just-- y'know?"

As he settles back down onto his log, he says "Still, it was nice." You sit back down on your own log, throwing in a couple twigs to the fire Diluc restarted.

A soft smile graces your face as you poke at the few sticks that made up the fire. "Thanks, you guys. For uhm. Joining in."

You pull your knees to your chest to hide your quickly heating face. "I... really appreciated it..."

Barbara puts a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "Oh, no worries! I had fun!" "I have to agree," Zhongli says with a pleased little hum. "It was quite a pleasant way to spend the time." "It's not the best music I've ever heard but it was certainly better than just sitting here and twiddling our thumbs."

"Oh my gosh," you gasp, dramatically turning your head to him. "did I just get a compliment from THE Wanderer himself?! For real?!?!?" "Ah!-- Tsk." He turns away, adjusting the brim of his hat. "I just tell it as it is, got a problem with that?" "Awh, my little emotionally constipated boy!"

You immediately smother him in a hug, practically pouncing from your seat as you had perfectly anticipated the fact he'd run. "H-Hey! Put me down!" He's like an angry little cat in your arms as he hisses and scratches at you to put him down. "Oh, don't you worry Wanderer, we love and appreciate you too-- AHHHH--"

You started screaming as he ascended into the air, carrying you along with him. And that was how the rest of the evening went-- just a strange group of misfits messing around on a tiny deserted island. The sounds of your mirth heard only by nothing but the breeze, the gentle rustling of the leaves, the crackling of your small fire, and the lapping of the ocean waves. Maybe far into the future, an echoing conch would sing an otherworldly tune by a voice not of this plane.

And maybe, for just these few moments, you can pretend that your little ragtag group is just that-- a ragtag group of friends enjoying a wonderful night on the beach.

For but a few moments, Barbara Pegg-- once deaconess and endlessly devout, now the "brainwashed betrayer"-- is just Barbara, a girl who loves to sing.

Zhongli-- once god, once funeral consultant, once god once again, now "the one who falls endlessly from grace"-- is just Zhongli, an aged man who makes a mean soup despite it taking hours to simmer.

Diluc Ragnvindr-- once the "Uncrowned King of Mondstadt" and master of its wine industry, now the "new Lawrences - the tyrant aristocrat"-- is just Diluc, a stoic and handsome young man whose hands are deft with the lyre.

The Wanderer-- once God-Puppet, once Balladeer, once struck from the annals of history itself, now the "nameless wind fiend"-- is just that, a Wanderer roaming the world with his fellows.

And you-- once person, once player, now "divine deceiver"-- is yourself once again, laughing and singing along with friends.

And even if this beautiful little lie lasted for but a few moments...

It was nice.

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damn, its been a while since ive written something semi-seriously. hope that my time off hasnt degraded the quality of my writing too much. if it has then eh-- i can just sharpen them again by writing some more :))

life hit me h a r d boi. also time management. yeah. rlly need to fix that.

hope you enjoy :)))

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sunbloomdew · 6 months

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oc inspired paintings :D

lyrics from "Message In A Bottle" by The Police

lyrics from "Tonight, Tonight" by The Smashing Pumpkins

see more about these pieces under cut :]

you don't have to, i was drinking melisa and as such was a bit sleepy while writing it. might not be very detailed or sensible lol

so, these are actually my ocs inspired paintings! first one is for haru and second one is for primrose. they are 'mirror characters' as i like to call them.

they were created alongside (more or less, the concept for them was anyway) and share themes and arcs in a way :)

now a little bit about the landscapes i picked and the songs.

"Message In A Bottle" is one of the songs from haru's playlist. There are a couple of reasons for why i chose it. First it's about loneliness which is a central aspect of haru's arc. they are a character who hates being alone and tries their hardest to make sure that doesn't happen. However in their pursuit of social renown and validation of a collective, they abandon the only people who loved them in the first place.

Loneliness is one of the things that prompted them to change in a way that would earn them approval of strangers and aquaintances. But their transformation ultimately didn't lead to them feeling better, instead it made them even more lonely - not able to connect with their newer friends and not able to open up to the old ones anymore.

The lyrics i chose have sort of a double meaning. It's how haru was feeling before their change begun. but it is also the way they are continue to feel, no matter how badly they deny it. the lyrics are also a contrast to their actual situation - they are surrounded by people who don't understand them - wether because they don't know them or don't know them anymore.

Second is the imagery. Haru was created for Our Life Beginnings and Always. While they are a spring themed character, i view them as the period of ending of spring and beginning of summer, so they embody both seasons to a degree. A castaway island in the song is something that i definitely associate with summer. And a summer, beach, california child is what haru tries to emulate, even if it's not truly what they are.

Third, it's a little inside joke with myself i have. i'm developing a pirate au with olba characters and ya know. bottle messages.... pirates......

Almost forgot but the last thing is that haru listens to a lot of 80s & 90s music, and this song came out in 1979 so. they definitely have heard it before. not their vibe but they thought it was okay.

anyhow, that song is fucking good, go give it a listen <3

and now for the second painting.

"Tonight, Tonight" is a song from Primrose's playlist. I think this song describes the uncertain nature of the future, but regardless of that, at this moment, tonight is tonight. There are things to come but not now. later. tomorrow. It ties into Primrose's arc.

At their core, Haru and Prim's stories are about change. Haru who rushes into things, changes themselves almost mechanically - with no regard for themselves or others, just to achieve their short-term goal. Primrose is going to be the opposite. A character who clings to the way things were, who never wants to plan for the future, afraid of what might change.

She is content to pretend that everything is just fine and things will go back to the way they were, losing herself in the comforts of her stories, books and the internet. Primrose is my Our Life Now and Forever character who is also spring themed except it's the winter-spring period. The change of the season is more visible and that makes her even less likely to accept it. The spring connection and imagery is more important here because spring is in a way a season opposite of fall. So part of the reason Primrose is afraid of change is her awareness of the fact that she doesn't really fit in Golden Grove.

Her journey will be about accepting that change in inevitable. And Haru's journey is about letting things be the way they are.

Her aversion to change is especially highlighted in her teenage years - everyone around her seems to be changing yet she is staying the same, not knowing if it's a bad thing or not, but not willing to find out either. I connect this song with her, because i feel like this is her expressing that she is not clueless about change but won't easily accept it either.

The lyrics are a bit of a foreshadowing to Prim's state as a young adult. People around her are figuring out their post high school plans, but she doesn't want to leave her hometown. "You can never ever leave without leaving a piece of youth." is the way she feels about leaving for university/college right away. It's also a bit more subtle in a way how growing up makes you leave some pieces of yourself behind, wether you want it or not.

I've been listening to other songs by The Smashing Pumpkins and what i like about them is that they aren't very direct with their meaning. It's a little bit how i want this character to be too. Maybe. Primrose isn't nearly as developed as Haru at the moment.

Some smaller things about the second painting. This song reads to me as Qiu/Primrose song specifically, step 2 one probably. I chose a forest with those type of trees because Rosie is Canadian and they have boreal forests there. Also i liked this imagery for her.

this song is good too, although i like "1979" from the same album more. still, give it a listen :3

i wanted to post some oc stuff, cause i get distracted by my other characters easily and start working on them, but i still wanna yell into the void about Haru and Rosie :]

toodles~

#sunbloom draws #mei's kids #olba mc #olnf mc #olba oc #olnf oc #original characters #landscape painting #digital art #digital artwork #digital painting #i made them a little bit ago but i still like them enough to post them #and ya know they are not the best in the technical sense and some of the oc stuff have changed in the meantime......#but i had fun #and it doesn't mean i shouldn't post them #it was what i felt when i was making them #and if i learned something new in the meantime that's great <3

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