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🀣 currently : making eyes at mizu across a sword ᵎᵎ ✦
🀦 ⋆.˚🎧 now playing come kali come, by lebanon hanover.
requests closed, thirsts/ideas open. sapphic fic writerㅤ♡ mainly blue eye samurai (just mizu), femlock and arcane but i write for any character i feel like, so try your luck !
🀥 byf / rules. masterlist.
✩♬₊˚ COME, KALI. SNAKES IN THE SUN, COVERED IN BLOOD !
good pride my children on the phone <33 day 10 pride month and within the past week, i have been put through more homophobia than i have ever experienced before. and now someone somewhere in my building is playing that julia wolf song on piano and it's giving me war flashbacks
I saw a post describing Camilla as the ideal book boyfriend but in woman form and I think that's so accurate.
I THINK I SAW THIS POST AS WELL! and it's soo accurate nonnie you're right. tall dark and handsome camilla. your knight in shining armour camilla. would search the ends of the universe for you camilla. would defy the laws of time and space for you camilla. would bridge the gap between life and death for you camilla. she is the ultimate book bf. but as a LESBIAN. she's perfect.
wish x reader fics (or fanfiction in general tbh!) were more popular for written works like books and plays. i need a fic about camilla hect strapping me down so bad and there's ZILCH out here :[
Brothel worker x Sevika WIP!! Idk if i should make the suit light grey or a dark plum color....but whatever, I was kinda artblocked for the past month but I´m managing it :D
requested — cw: pirate!mizu x mermaid!reader, mostly sfw, slight nsfw at the end, slight mentions of drowning and (head) injuries, talk about hallucinations (but no actual ones), obsessive behavior, wet dreams, wc: ~890
pirates and mermaids have lived alongside each other for so long, nobody sailing the seas remembered it ever being different. but despite their proximity, the two species rarely interacted.
mermaids usually kept to themselves, avoiding human ships and observing from a distance. and pirates? well, they had their business to take care of.
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pirate!mizu who has heard stories and rumors about mermaids ever since she stepped foot on her first ever ship. she didn't believe any of it at first, thought it'd be just another old myth spun from boredom at sea.
pirate!mizu who could swear she catches glimpses of iridescent scales in the waves from time to time. nothing out of the ordinary, though. right? there's lots of big shiny fish in the ocean after all. even though those fins do seem larger than any fishes' she's aware of.
pirate!mizu whose ship is caught in a brutal storm; deck flooded and sails ripped by the sheer force of the whipping winds. the battle is good as lost before it even properly begins, mizu knows that. she's never seen this much water hurdling from the skies, never seen waves this high.
pirate!mizu who must've hit her head hard while running onto the deck to help the crew. one second she's focusing on not slipping on the wet wood beneath her boots, next thing she knows, her vision is going black as she hears somebody scream her name.
pirate!mizu who wakes up drenched, freezing, and with a pounding headache. it takes her longer than she'd like to admit to come to her senses. somewhat. at least enough to register the heavy raindrops still hitting her clammy skin and the solid — rock? she's laying on.
pirate!mizu who only notices the heavy weight on her chest when she starts coughing up water from her lungs.
once the stars bursting across her field of vision fade, she looks down and sees a... mermaid? looking up at her through wet lashes. gods, she must've hit her head really hard if she's hallucinating like this. this mermaid looks a little too convincing to just be a hallucination, though.
pirate!mizu who grows more skeptical whether you actually are just the result of a hard smack to the head the longer she keeps staring at you. you're not part of her crew, that much is clear, and you do look very human. at least above the waist.
below, there's a shiny, scaled tail with fins like the ones a tropical fish might have, in place of legs. so not exactly human, then. there's scratches along the length of your tail, and some littering your arms.
pirate!mizu who is just about to ask you about those wounds when you seemingly decide that you've had enough of this random, half-drowned pirate you saved, and disappear into the water to save yourself from being thrown around by the crashing waves any more.
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pirate!mizu who had to find a new crew, a new ship, and new money, after realizing her old one probably drowned during that damn storm. luckily for her, that rock she'd found herself on wasn't too far away from a shore for her swimming skills.
even more luck that it's not some desolate island with no inhabitants save for some monkeys and birds but an actual town complete with a port, small as it is.
pirate!mizu who just can't get you out of her head. no matter how much she tells herself that she must've imagined you, the dreams just won't stop. it's like she's falling under a siren's spell, something she's always denied the existence of. but the truth is, she'd never seen a creature as beautiful as you before.
it must've been her dizzy mind messing with her, because nobody could possibly be that enchanting. especially not to someone like mizu, who prided herself with being above such foolish and useless things as crushes.
pirate!mizu who must truly be losing her mind, because she could swear she keeps seeing flashes of shimmering scales in the water at the port she frequents in her search for a new crew to join. the bright shimmer sends her straight back to that stormy night; the way you had looked at her; the way your scales had felt against her torn clothes.
pirate!mizu who starts searching for you; her obsession with you fueled by the increasingly lewd dreams of you that have her waking up sweaty and aching. she lingers by the beach, the port — any body of water connected to the sea.
her heart does a strange flip behind her ribs each time she catches a glimpse of you. it feels like it stops beating completely whenever your eyes meet hers for but a second before you disappear back into the waves.
pirate!mizu who convinces herself that one day the two of you will find yourselves as close as you'd been on that rock again; just without a storm haunting the skies above and sea below. one night, it'll be your fingers slipping between her legs to find her wet and warm instead of her own ones. or that's what mizu tells herself when her thighs spasm to the thought of you each night.
content: mizu x female reader. sapphic / wlw. fluff, comfort, domestic stuff, implied neurodivergent reader, just reader & mizu taking care of each other. written upon request--nonnie i hope you see this!
mizu does not mind.
you've never seen a hint of ire in those ocean eyes of hers, though you feel as if many incidents have occurred where anyone else may throw up their hands in defeat and walk away.
she tells you on your more silent nights, that she likes the quiet anyway. she wordlessly takes your bowl if she notices you've left it untouched, and fixes you something easier to take in. she reminds you gently to eat something if she notices you've missed a meal. she's watchful for your restless days, sitting you down and pouring you cups of soothing tea to drink with her.
she pulls you away from stifling places with ease, noticing tension in your shoulders or trouble in your eyes the moment it arrives. she holds you close and always waits until you've fallen back asleep, whenever you wake up from a nightmare so vivid you almost think it's real.
she takes your hands softly, with more tenderness than you could ever expect of a seasoned samurai like her, and brings your knuckles to her lips, telling you in that steady, absolutely-certain manner of hers, that it's alright.
and in her embrace, you find that it is in fact, alright.
you sometimes wonder if mizu finds you a chore. you ask, and you ask over and over; each time, mizu tells you that she's not doing anything that you don't already do for her.
"what do you mean?" you ask her, unsure, and she says, "well, you're good to me, my love. see, i would never call someone my love--but you've made me someone who does."
and when you laugh, mizu cracks a smile that makes you feel so warm inside.
you suppose it's true.
mizu tells you often, mostly upon your request, of how her life was before she met you. and you admit it all sounded quite terrible and lonely. with you, she's at least not spending her days all alone.
you also do notice how mizu has softened ever since meeting you--how she no longer swipes her blade into her belt every time she gets up, how she sleeps a little longer. how she walks a little slower, how she savours her meals a little more, how her smiles finally meet her eyes.
"is that good enough, though?" you press, looking at a fallen eyelash on her cheek.
"it means a lot to me." mizu promises. "you make me better. and i'm simply trying to return the favour."
you kiss her then, on the slope of her nose that you adore. she returns it with a kiss to the corner of your mouth, and then your lips meet. you take her face in your palm, thumb brushing the lash away.
it eases your heart to hear mizu say that she believes your love and care for each other is an equal exchange.
it sounds nearly too good to be true. you know you'll end up asking her again, and it's embarrassing to keep asking--but the thing about that, again, is that you know mizu does not mind.
