are you the original author of YtS MtM ? the black butler Ciel x Reader series ? if so hiiii it’s been a while since we’ve talked i’ve missed the little community you’ve built around it. thank you for being so willing to to share parts of your creative process, updates, and chatting with us.
i have and will continue to wish everyone i meet through you, and you yourself nothing but the best 🍀
🥺💗omg thank you!!
And hi, yes, I'm the author! That community was so much fun and I have so many friends I still talk to from making that series 😭 you guys were the best part of that experience!! I hope youve been well and wish you the best right back!!!
hihi!!! i heard you’re taking mer guys requests??? could you do mer!bakugou x reader???
a/n: thx for the request!! hope you enjoy it ❤️
Countless trips to the kid psychiatrist, two years of therapy and everything had pointed to the same thing.
“It’s quite common for kids to have imaginary friends. This is just an extreme case brought on from the traumatic response due to losing the grandmother.”
Your parents had been tiptoeing around you ever since that last summer with Granny. She’d been your everything, a massive chunk of your childhood spent with her.
Every year you’d go to live with her when school ended, enjoying the coastal life and getting peace and quiet away from the city. Summers were the busiest time for your parents and your granny was more than happy to spend any moment with you. She made that private beach a home to you, practically raising you on the ocean. You became a great swimmer at a young age and went into the swimming team in middle school because of her.
That last summer had been rough. Her health had taken a dip, your mother coming to help take care of her while your father worked. You remember being so lonely because you’re imaginary friend wasn’t around anymore. He’d just vanished and then so did Granny.
“Sometimes, our brains are really good at making things seem real,” one doctor had explained to you, shuffling through all the art you’d drawn of your imaginary friend. “You have such an active imagination. That’s not a bad thing. We just have to make sure you know the difference.”
Every single picture had stared back at you, that red, scaly tail burnt into your eyelids.
“You know mermaids don’t exist, right? That they’re just fairytales?”
So much time—it had taken so much time to get you to see the truth. Healing from the trauma of losing Granny and getting your head on straight, it put a dent in your social life. The swim team hadn’t treated you all that well when the rumors continued to spread about your so-called imaginary friend. That’s what you got for trusting kids with secrets.
Luckily, college was going well. You settled in a small local school on the coast where Granny had lived. You were excelling at classes and winning your swim competitions. There was a real future in the works. Three more years and you’d graduate.
After freshman year, moving out of the dorms had you finally facing Granny’s house. Your parents had been meaning to clean it up and sell it, but you’d pitched a fit. She’d left it to you in the will. It was your choice, and you’d chosen to keep it, eventually move in.
It was your first summer back in ages and just pulling into the driveway had been a punch to the gut. There had been so much to get done, but it distracted you from the resurfacing grief.
Three weeks passed before you conjured up enough strength to visit the beach. The wooden stairs descending to the sand was in need of repairs, though it was sturdy enough to get you where you needed to be. The small pier was the same, aging but made to last.
It was high tide now, the waves just barely hitting your calves as they rolled in. You sat at the end of the pier, sunbathing and reminiscing. There had been a time you’d swim under these wooden planks and pretend to be hiding from pirates or searching for sunken treasure. Your imaginary friend had always helped you find the prettiest shells, even a clam on occasion, though you never found a pearl. He’d also had a bad habit of scaring the shit out if you and pulling you off the edge when you’d wait for him.
“Overactive imagination,” you huffed, another wave lapping over your feet. Maybe if you’d dreamt up a talking pink dolphin or some shit, you’d have gotten through that dark period a bit quicker.
Sighing, you laid back on the pier, closing your eyes against the sun and listening to the waves. Maybe you’d finally get to relax now after facing everything again.
A splash. It sounded way too big and way too close.
Immediately, you’re yanking your feet up onto the walkway and scrambling back, searching the water for any shark fins. The golden hour was at its peak now, reflecting off the ocean and hiding anything you’d normally spot in the waves.
You waited but there wasn’t another splash. No signs of anything.
Sighing, you rubbed at your chest from where your heart had sprung loose and got to your feet.
“Thought that was you.”
You squealed, almost face planting into the ocean. Your hands stabilized you against the deck as you stared out just a few feet away from the pier. There was a man swimming, thick blonde hair plastered to his head and bright eyes staring up at you.
“What the fuck?” you said, heat working up into your face. “Hey, this is a private beach—”
“No shit,” he snorted, moving closer.
While this was a terrifying scene—some stranger on your Granny’s beach and you, alone—you were quick to realize he was quite possibly the most drop dead gorgeous man to ever speak to you.
He just stared as he floated closer. You were too shocked to say anything. Most of your brain power was being used to remember if you had any bars down here to call the police. Did you even have your phone?
“You not recognize me?”
“Huh?” you mumbled.
“It’s a clear fuckin’ question,” he scoffed.
“Okay, first off, no need to be so fucking rude,” you snapped, crossing your arms. “Second, why the hell would I…I…”
Your words trailed when you noticed movement behind him, red gleaming in the water. For a moment you’re scared it’s blood or some animal about to attack the man, but then it breaches water again.
A tail. A scaly, red tail.
No. Fuck this. You couldn’t lose your mind when you promised your parents you were over the imaginary friend thing and you’d be totally mentally prepared to clean up Granny’s house and live by yourself.
Over a decade and you spend a couple weeks here and you’re back to being a nutcase.
“You remember me now?” he asked, way too nonchalant as he grabbed the edge of the pier and began hoisting himself up. It’s no problem for him, he’s sitting right in front of you now, all rippling pectorals and gleaming mermaid tail. “Pretty insulting if you didn’t.”
You exploded. “You’re an imaginary friend! No, this is not happening. Nope!”
You went to turn, start pacing up and down the pier or maybe you were going to run, it didn’t matter. All thought left you as his hand grabbed your ankle. Warm and wet and real.
“Fuckin’ hell. Take a breath, yeah?”
“Are you real?” you gasped and he just scowled as you slowly lowered yourself to touch his shoulder. “Am I dying and this is some weird way of me trying to pass on?”
“What the fuck are you even saying?”
“What’s your name?” you asked, poking his shoulder. He growled, snatching your hand into his.
“Did you just go and forget everything?”
“Mermaids don’t exist,” you whispered. “You don’t exist. You’re just something I made up as I was grieving Granny.”
“Would you please shut up and breathe? You’re gonna blackout at this rate,” he said, tugging on your hand to get to sit. “Take some deep breaths and I'll remind you what my fucking name is.”
“I remember!” you hissed. “I'm just trying to get my facts straight here.”
And the world was spinning. He was quick to grab your shoulders, anchoring you as you sucked in a few lungfuls of air. With each one, things got a bit clearer and the pressure and warmth of his hands didn’t change. You waited for him to disappear, for something to show he was just a figment of your imagination, but there was nothing.
“Y-you’re real?” you said, calmer. “I didn't make you up?”
“I told you not to tell people about me. Figures they went and brainwashed you,” he grumbled, looking off towards the ocean. “Guess I should’ve expected it. We were just kids.”
“It’s Katsuki, right?” you asked and those eyes were cutting through you. Red, just like his tail.
“Good job, you fuckin’ remembered,” he murmured, but there was something hiding there. Relief, maybe.
“Holy shit,” you breathed, body heavy. “I thought I was going insane.”
“Yeah, yeah, crisis averted. What’re you even doing back here? Thought you’d left for good.”
“Well, where the hell were you?” you snapped back. “Do you know how long I waited for you the last time I was here?”
Your parents had dragged you away from this beach screaming. They’d been searching everywhere after Granny had been taken away, only to find you out here. All summer you’d been there, waiting, and he hadn’t shown up once.
“Our migration ended up offtracking because of some stupid divers and a pack of orcas. It was a rough season,” he said. “By the time we got back to this coast, you were gone. It’s been years, so I thought you moved or something’.”
“My granny died,” you cleared your throat, “and, uh, I dunno. We just ended up avoiding this place. My parents were trying to get me help.”
“Thought you went crazy, huh?”
“We’ll you’re not exactly supposed to exist,” you huffed.
He rolled his eyes, tail fin flicking up from where they hung off the pier. “Well, I fuckin’ do. Get used to it.”
You’d have to. You were going to be living here for the rest of your college career, if that.
“You still cool?”
You blinked at him. “What?”
“Do I need to worry about you running off and telling people about me again? Or worse?” he reiterated.
“If I mention you ever again they’ll send me away for good,” you huffed.
“How long you staying this time? Just the summer again?”
“Longer. Until I finish school,” you said, marveling at the sunset reflecting off his scales. “When do you guys migrate?”
He shook his head, ocean drops breaking free. “Only kids migrate with their families. Mine settled down a while back.”
“And you?”
He scoffed at you, raising an eyebrow. “I'm here, aren’t I?”
There’s silence for a while. You could feel his gaze on you, but you’re still staring at his tail. It would take some time to accept the truth you’d been beating out of yourself all these years.
“It’s good to see you.”
You smiled, meeting his eyes, suddenly remembering why it’d been so hard to accept he wasn’t real. You’d harbored the fattest crush on him as a kid, now he’d grown into a young man.
I had an awesome time at the Natsukashii-Con.😄 I got some cool figures, I also got to meet Catero Colbert, the english voice actor for Killer Bee and Darui from Naruto! I also met Mitchel Berger when I was there, he's the Senior Vice President, with Funimation and CrunchyRoll, and he told me when I can leave gettysburg I should go to Dallas to be a voice actor in anime!! I may have also done some of my voices and killer bees voice.😅 But Both of them made me straight up cry from happiness!😭😭
I'm your average anime fan, and I occasionally enjoy writing content on my favourite characters. I'll be very casually posting my works here (multifandom) for anyone that would like to read them.
FANDOMS INCLUDED (for now, not in a specific order)
Bungo Stray Dogs
Jujutsu Kaisen
Monster
Hunter x Hunter
Haikyuu
My Hero Academia
Neon Genesis Evangelion
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure
Gintama
Attack on Titan
Seraph of the End
Moriarty the Patriot
Beastars (I'm so sorry)
Sk8 the Infinity
Spy x Family
Buddy Daddies
Ouran High School Host Club
Tokyo Ghoul
and more...
My schedule is going to be very busy until mid-summer, which is why I'm not gonna be taking commissions very often and also why I might not be very consistent. I will sometimes ask for ideas, where you can publicly drop a line about something you would like to read at some point.
Special thanks to anyone who takes an interest and reads my content, I'll be posting very soon. I hope you have a great time, that you are healthy, eating well and drinking plenty of water <3
Hey guys! I started doing videos for a youtube account called Mipon, if anyone wants to check it out it’s all anime/manga in Japan content 😊
I’m also thinking of making my own channel as well that would be more life in Japan and less anime, but a bit of both. What do you think? I really like making videos and photography, so I thought it’d be fun to give it a go. If the world needs more vloggers I dunno but 😂 for fun?
So I’m starting to post on Instagram again as well as more on TikTok again! I’m a content creator on both platforms and learning pretty much how to make income with it. If you guys would love to help me out and follow my accounts I’d be very appreciative!
TikTok i think I’m shadowbanned right now but Instagram my views have gone up A LOT in the last few days and i’m currently waiting to be given the options to make money from video views. Considering I am a newly single mom and needing to save up whatever I can for next year; this could really help me!
