Merman!jing yuan
minors and ageless blogs dni!
ohhhh my god anon. your MIND.
his tail a glistening white, shot through with soft gold, a firefly's blink caught in scales. the heavy seawater dulls it to a cream, flickering beneath the waves with powerful movements, a burned-out shooting star.
calls out to you with his deep, rich voice, tempts you into stepping into the tidepools as the tide ebbs, the crabs scuttling out of your way. you dance between the pools, skipping over sharp shells and crusted barnacles to sit on the seaweed-covered rocks, your feet dangling into the seawater. you draw them up when he draws near, wary despite the way his eyes crinkle with his laughter.
it becomes a habit, visiting him. he's playful, splashing water at you when he feels you're not paying attention to him, earning himself a yelp of his name that clearly satisfies something in him. he peers at you from just above the water, golden eyes shimmering like the sun on the water, the mischievous curl of his lips barely hidden by the lapping waves.
"you're like a little anemone," he tells you one day as you draw your legs up as he drifts near, laughter flavoring his rich voice.
"what do you mean?"
"you flinch shut at the first sign of danger."
"you admit you're dangerous, then," you say, clasping your knees to your chest tightly.
"now now," he purrs. "no more than any human is."
"i'm not dangerous."
"oh, but you are, little anemone," he says. "the things you make me want to do."
your cheeks heat. "like what?" you venture.
"would you like to find out?"
you hesitate. he waits patiently, eyes gleaming, his powerful tail cutting through the water as he lounges against one of the rocks that barely juts out of the calm of the sea.
you unclasp your hands. lower your feet until they're skimming the deep blue of the water, the seafoam catching over your feet.
his smile bares his teeth, sharp and wanting.
he pushes off the rock lazily, the muscles roping along his strong arms flexing with the movement. his skin is salt-kissed, a fine layer of it glittering in the sun.
you chew your lip as he draws near with a swish of his tail. it's deceptively deep here; his tail is barely visible once he's close enough to touch.
you flinch as he touches your foot, dragging his fingers over the arch of it. he laughs lowly.
"little anemone indeed," he says. you scowl at him and he smiles, his eyes crinkling.
he tugs your foot to his lips, pressing a kiss to the top of it. your breath catches. he kisses you again, higher this time, and then again, until you feel a graze of teeth against your ankle bone, perilously sharp. he nips at the thin skin there; runs his tongue over the blood that beads up.
he gazes up at you, his golden eyes gleaming, the color of the sunrise.
"more," you tell him.
"demanding," he says, but he presses another kiss to your calf, pushing closer, looking pleased. the next kiss is higher still.
"come into the water," he breathes.
you hesitate for only a moment, and then you get to your feet, stripping off your clothing until you're down to your swimsuit.
hidden beneath the water, jing yuan smiles.
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Robert Morstein-Marx: This is a serious history. You won't find any gossipy stories about pirate kidnappings or Caesar screwing Nicomedes here.
Also Robert: Did you know that during the debate about whether to execute the Catilinarians, the incoming consul Silanus changed his position three times? Yeah, first he was pro-death penalty, then Caesar said that was a bad idea and Silanus was like "Oh shit yeah I totally meant what you said," then Cato chewed him out in front of the whole Senate like "Show some spine you idiot," and Silanus was like "Eeeep okay." ALSO. Did you know. That Silanus was married to Servilia? Cato's sister? And when Caesar got caught passing notes, Cato read the letter aloud and revealed to the whole Senate that Caesar was sleeping with her?? I think I would've died. Maybe Silanus did die! We never hear from him again after this! Also Caesar kept screwing Servilia.
Also Robert: Anyway, back to politics.
(Paraphrased from Robert Morstein-Marx, Julius Caesar and the Roman People, p.90)
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Losing my mind at the Soriku/Beatneku parallels because it's not static ones.
Let me explain. A static parallel between two characters or between the interaction between those characters is when it's always the same character being paralleled with the other. Or for a relationship or dynamic, character A saving character B, and character A' saving character B'.
But when it comes to Soriku and Beatneku? IT'S ALWAYS CHANGING
Riku is emo and bad at socializing as Neku was, and they both worked on this problem and overcame it (kinda)
But Riku is the one Sora went to save at the last moment in the Shadow Realm, echoing Neku's return to save Beat in neo (post about it here)
Sora is cheerful and enthusiastic like Beat and also the one who "looked everywhere for Riku", like Beat did for Neku (post here)
But he's also the one who died multiple times like Neku did (one of these times being even a self-sacrifice who could be compared to Neku's refusal to shoot Joshua and letting him shoot him instead). He's the one who died and disappeared from reality, going missing for a long amount of time, and yet with no information about where he could be, the other never gave up his search.
Those are characters with so many parallels that you could think they had the exact same story and the exact same dynamic when they absolutely don't, since all those parallels are not always about the same two characters. I love it.
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I finally realised why the eighth sense makes me oddly nostalgic! despite it being set in the modern day, the look of it feels very reminiscent of those 2000s grungey queer shows that I used to sneakily watch when I was way too young.
yes these shows have a lot wrong with them and I definitely can't see the eighth sense replicating them plotwise thank god. But visually, particularly those hazy beach shots, scream inspired by 1990s/2000s media. ultimately there's something about it and the way the story is told, that makes it feel like a piece of media by the lgbt+ for the lgbt+, which was also present and very comforting in those 2000s queer shows as well.
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