Bumi Writes! (sometimes)

I like to write, and I like to yap :) Asks are super open, I love talking to y’all!!!

[bumi-writes]

Navigation/intro post!!

✷✷First things first: all of the dividers on this post, along with any I may use in any post are from the lovely @cursed-carmine !! ✷✷

✶ Hi! I'm Bumi (She/They), I'm in my mid 20s, and I write fanfic (sometimes lol) for a few different fandoms!

✦ My asks are always open!! I love it when y'all talk to me!!!

✶ Disclaimers:

I am a socialist, and am socially liberal.

I have no room in my mind or on any of my blogs for people that are transphobic, racist, xenophobic, antisemitic, zionist, homophobic, Islamophobic, a Trump supporter (Fascist), etc.

I support Palestine, Ukraine, and I believe no one has the right to be stolen from their home.

I don't believe Ao3 should be censored, as it's an archive and should remain an impartial record of transformative works.

I do not, and will never, use AI in any of my works. Art belongs to the people.

If these politics, ideals, and stances don't align with yours, either keep them to yourself or don't follow me. Fandom and art is political, and I will not be quiet about my beliefs.

✶Fandoms I am a part of, in order of how often I post about them (subject to change):

✦ Marauders

✦ Jujutsu Kaisen

✦ Apothecary Diaries

✦ My Hero Academia

✦ Project Hail Mary/Bloody Mary

✦ Chainsaw Man (The frequency of posts REALLY drop off here)

✦ Bungo Stray Dogs

✦ Tokyo Ghoul

✦ Criminal Minds

✶ Blog-Specific Tags:

✷ Bumi's Reblogs - What it says on the tin

✷ Bumi Yaps - not usually fandom related, just speaking into the void

✷ Bumi Writes - my actual fanfics and updates about them

✷ Bumi Draws - for when I (rarely) post my art

✷ Bumi Answers - for when I answer asks!!

✷ Bumi's nsfw posts - what it says on the tin, for filtering purposes :) (Does include reblogs!!)

✷ reblogging my wife - whenever I reblog posts by my beautiful, brilliant, perfect wife, @nomnomwotsits (or her writing blog, @wotsitswrites )

✷ my creatures... - for when I reblog/draw fanart of my fandoms, usually accompanied by the tags 'Bumi's reblogs' and 'but not my art'

✶ My Ao3

[bumi-writes]

“Sibling-coded” isn’t real and isn’t a reason to hate on someone’s ship. You may see them as siblings, but I know in my heart that she pegs him and he begs her to do that. While on his knees. And crying.

[justshushu]

[siriusly-chaotic]

Thinking about Rosekiller and their queerplatonic relationship with aroace Regulus.

They're technically not a throuple but everyone thinks they are bc they live together and Regulus joins them on their dates and sometimes (most times) he sleeps in their bed with them.

They're so cute I love them.

[legsdemandias]

Do you think tumblr will ever learn the difference between “I’m defending this person because I agree with them wholeheartedly and I am also like this person” and “I’m defending this person because your behavior is dangerous and you need to stop”

[legsdemandias]

IMO, blurring the lines between “I’m defending them because they’re right” and “I’m defending them because you’re taking this too far” is step numero uno to cutting down the very existence of fair trial and democracy–even in places where saying that might seem a little dramatic. 

Mob mentality is extremely strong in humans and it’s also extremely dangerous. Mobs don’t think things through. Mobs kill and they destroy and they can’t be reasoned with. Someone trying to calm a mob down isn’t someone defending the ~problematic party~ It’s time we re-learn that.

[bumi-writes]

Also I finished MHA. I see why it was such a cultural phenomenon for middle school aged kids. It was pretty good, also! One of those shows that grows with you if you start it early enough.

[bumi-writes]

Dog sitting for a friend, and her dog likes to rub her head into stuff until it’s raw and mats the fur on her head, and I just went to clean it and she jerked and yelped and I don’t know if her jerking made me scratch her or what, but I think I’m going to throw up about it actually.

[bumi-writes]

Guys I just finished ep 118 of mha

What the FUCK

How the fuck do they win this? I genuinely can’t see a way out.

[i-am-a-fish]

new game called hi

it's really easy to play

I'll go first!

hi :)

[bumi-writes]

Hi :))

[my-castles-crumbling]

weight - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 508

“D’you remember when we were kids? That promise that we made?”

Sirius’s voice, gravelly but clear in Remus’s shabby sitting room, still sounds like a fucking miracle. Twelve years of anguish, over. Twelve years of grief, dulled just slightly. Twelve years of separation…now what?

He looks at Sirius, the man who still shows echoes of the boy who was his best friend, and offers a tired smile. “We made a lot of promises,” Remus says lightly, trying not to cry. “Which one are you talking about?”

Sirius chuckles, looking even more handsome now that he’s showered and cut his hair a bit and eaten and slept. “When we turned seventeen. Remember? We’d said, if we got to thirty and were both single, we’d…”

Yes, Remus remembers. Remembers the day they’d both admitted they liked men, joked about the fact that Hogwarts had nobody gay, attractive, and decently nice. The day they’d made a pact to marry at thirty if they were both still pathetically single.

They’re well over thirty now.

“Yeah,” he mumbles, avoiding eye contact. “I remember.” Because the truth is, that promise’d held a lot more weight for him. He’d been hopelessly gone for Sirius for years, even then, and time hadn’t helped. Not even with the confusion of the last twelve years.

But now…

“I don’t hold you to it,” Remus continues lightly, letting out a little laugh that sounds horribly dull. “Extenuating circumstances and all.”

Sirius seems more at-ease, sitting back into the cushions and chuckling. “I figured. But…ah. I should’ve…”

And now Remus is confused. “Should’ve?” he repeats, eyes glued to his best friend, heart hammering. 

Sheepishly, the other man shrugs, smiling in a way that would be described as ‘shy’ for anyone else, but just looks pretty on him. “Should’ve asked you then, I guess. Before life went to shit. I was a coward then, I think. Now, I just have a lot of regrets.”

Remus wants to shake him. To scream. To beg for more details. But instead, eyes wide and blood racing through his veins, he mumbles through numb lips. “What about now?”

“Now?”

“Now. Would you…now? Ask me out?” he replies incoherently, because he feels like he’s dreaming.

Sirius breaks into a smile. “To Hogsmeade? Probably not the best idea, Moons.” But he’s blushing, and Remus recognizes the deflection.

So he decides to be brave for once in his damn life. To have one moment in his history with Sirius that isn’t a huge, heart-wrenching regret. “Marry me,” he whispers, grabbing the other man’s tattooed hand.

“What?” Sirius looks utterly dumbfounded. “Moons, did you hit your head, or someth–”

“We’re past thirty. We–Sirius, I’ve loved you since I was fourteen. We have so many fucking regrets. Let’s not have another,” Remus murmurs fiercely, squeezing his hand, more sure of this than he’s ever been of anything in his entire life.

He hasn’t seen the smile that Sirius sends his way in a good fifteen years, but fuck, it takes his breath away in exactly the same way. “Yeah. Okay.”

[unadulteratedhideouttrash]

[thenwearedecided]

fuckkkk my sacrificial lamb has started hanging out with the scapegoat

[necrxsaint]

reblog this to remind the person you reblogged it from that theyre loved

[mostnoblecat]

on james and regulus’ wedding reception, the skittles each snuck explicit polaroid pictures of regulus wearing different lingeries to james—the photos gradually getting more bare and unhinged.

[bumi-writes]

As the night wears on, the last person to give him a pic is Barty and he’s a little mad and a little jealous bc of previous bartylus, but Barty walks up with a piece of paper instead, and it’s a love letter :)

[iamtheonewhosaysidk]

why have i seen no usage of 'rabbit' as regulus's nickname? his initials are literally rab lmao

i feel like pandora would call him rabbit but then one day just switched to 'bunny' for no reason, and she's the only one reg allows to call him that.

[bumi-writes]

Rewatching Project Hail Mary while one and a half drinks in means I’m just drunk enough to cry and text my kind-of-boyfriend while he’s at work about whether Grace’s students think of him when they’re like gardening as adults and have a good harvest 😭😭😭

[kittenchoco]

Voicemail (chocokitten on ao3)

Regulus has memorised the voicemail word for word after the first week.

It was two minutes and twenty two seconds.

By the second week, he knew every breath between words, every soft crackle of static, every soft laugh caught at the back of his throat.

By the third week, he could match his own breathing to James’s

He still presses play anyway.

The voicemail sits at the top of his inbox, saved and starred. He had pinned it to the top.

4 : 12 AM glows red across his alarm clock when Regulus listens to it again.

“Hey, Reggie,”

James sounds warm, alive. He was distracted by something, like he always was. There’s faint noises in the background, car horns, people talking, wind.

“I know you’re asleep, even though it’s only ten o’clock, because you are objectively the oldest twenty one year old alive,”

Regulus closes his eyes. Taking in James’s voice. He pictures James face, his puppy eyes, his bright smile.

“I just wanted to say sorry again for earlier. Sirius said I was being an absolute prick, which was a bit harsh, but apparently i’m not supposed to joke about you joining a cult when you are already stressed.”

A broken laugh escapes Regulus before he can stop it.

He thinks backs to their last conversation, Regulus was stressed about college work and James had been anything but helpful, he made a joke about him joining and cult and Regulus blew up on him.

Their last conversation was an argument.

Regulus’s last words to James were, “Get out. I never want to see your face again.”

Then James left. He went on a walk to give Regulus some space.

A truck driver missed a red light.

Regulus squeezes his eyes as much as he could as he tried to focus on James’s voice and not the overwhelming guilt in his stomach.

“Anyways,” James continued softly. “I know you don’t want to speak to me right now.”

Regulus broke, all he wants to do is speak to James. The bed dipped from him curling into himself.

“And I know you think you have to deal with everything yourself, all the time, but you don’t.”

His throat burns. His eyes are blurry. His lips tremble.

Static cracks loudly through the speaker. Then James sighs. “You’re probably going to roll your eyes at what I’m about to say,”

Regulus feels like he can’t breathe.

“I love you. I’m IN love with you. Disgustingly.”

Tears slip down Regulus’s cheeks.

“I love you even when you’re being scary and mean and acting like you hate me.” James laughed again, softly this time.

“And I know you can’t say it back, but that’s okay. We can work on it together.”

Regulus remembers exactly where he was when Sirius called him. Kitchen floor. Cold tiles. Halfway through making tea he didn’t even want.

He remembers thinking, “Maybe I should talk to James today.”

He remembers dropping the mug. He remembers the blood rushing through his head while Sirius’s voice played in his ears, “There was an accident, Reg. James didn’t make it.”

The voicemail keeps playing.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” James says softly, affectionately.

That sentence nearly kills him every time. Tomorrow never came. James was paused in time.

“Goodnight baby. Dream about me.” James says cheekily before the line cuts off.

A beep. Silence etched in the room.

Regulus stared at the dark ceiling, while his phone screen dimmed in his hand.

He closes his eyes and pretends James is driving home. That he’s still out there, somewhere. That tomorrow still exists in the shape they planned for it.

A shared flat with red wallpaper. A dog James wanted and Regulus absolutely did not. Matching mugs. Arguments over whose turn it was to get the weekly shopping.

Everything was in future tense.

His thumb hovers over the “Replay” button.

He knows this is unhealthy. Sirius told him gently, voice cracking due to his own grief. Remus told him grief could become a place you trap yourself inside. Even Lily, eyes swollen red at the funeral, hugged Regulus and whispered in his ear, “You need to keep living too.”

But the voicemail is proof, proof James existed. Proof Regulus didn’t make up their connection in his head.

The room is unbearably quiet. Regulus presses play again.

“Hey, Reggie,”

[daydreamer131313]

Ok guys I take it back I do not want James to die😭

[darknesswrappedinfallcolors]

@istillwishforyouateleveneleven @darlingmylovethatsmurder @7975348473 @viscountessnila @b4rty-r0s13r-w1ll-fck-y0ur-m0m this is the thing that greeted me after school kms

[7975348473]

when i tell u my heart constricted— i thought hed crash on voicemail so small mercies ig