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Pssst

Hey, are you an artist or writer with WIPs?

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The jamikali nuis touched grass today

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Today, the jamikali nuis went to the movies

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Shipping fictional characters isn’t representative of your moral values. It’s representative of your particular psychic damage and the themes and motifs that haunt you. Hope this helps.

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Fluffy Morning

   The sight that greets Kalim this morning when he wakes up is a miracle. It’s not an exaggeration – he can count on one hand all the times it happened – but the simple truth.

   Jamil is there – he always is these days – snuggled against his chest, his legs tangled with Kalim’s and, most importantly, very importantly, super importantly, he’s asleep. Kalim has woken up before his boyfriend, which is also a miracle – this one he doesn’t even attempt to count because it never happened, and the only times he saw Jamil's sleeping face were when he fell asleep first. The sky outside is still dark, navy blue tinged with some pink as the sun starts waking up too, yet Kalim can’t go back to sleep, not when he can observe Jamil as much as he wants without being called out for it.

   If he pulls away from Jamil’s embrace and his arms wrapped around his torso, he might wake him up, so the only thing Kalim can do is watch him from an odd angle, where he can only see the upper part of his face.

   There’s an air of serenity to Jamil in this moment – as far as Kalim can see, since half of his boyfriend's face is buried in his halter top – that never graces his traits when he’s awake and running after Kalim. It’s not as bad as before, but Jamil is still too tense, too focused when he’s by his side, even when they’re all alone. Perhaps he doesn’t even notice it, but Kalim does. He has a PhD in Jamil studies (graduated with honors once they've come back from that dream as he now spends three-quarter of his time watching him) and that’s why he sees it sometimes – the glimmer of worry in his eyes, or how taut his body is, as if he were ready to go into action at any moment.

   But now, he's as peaceful as a baby – just like Kalim’s youngest siblings, the ones born a few months ago and who still sleep in ornamented golden cradles. His eyelids aren't painted over with the simple yet sophisticated make-up he favors, and his untied hair, spread on the pillow and mattress, looks soft – is soft when Kalim tucks a strand behind his ear.

   Cute.

   If Kalim says it out loud, he’ll get his cheeks pinched or his forehead flicked or something mean like that, there’s no doubt about it, so, taking advantage of the fact that Jamil’s breath is still even and unbothered, he whispers it to no one in particular. His word melts into the quiet not-quite-morning-but-not-quite-night-either air, unheard by anyone. 

It’s fine this way. If Jamil learns about it, he’ll get embarrassed – it’s cute too! Kalim gets bullied when he says it, but it’s the truest thing ever – and sulk for a while, so it’s fine if nobody knows anything about what happened this morning.

   The tips of Kalim’s fingers tingle with the desire to grab his phone on the bedside table to take a picture of this rare event – he thinks he remembers Idia calling that kind of thing a “UR+ happening” – to keep forever, but moving might wake Jamil up. He’s always been a light sleeper, perhaps because of his job – because of Kalim. And while it’s true that Kalim wants a proof of this morning, that his lips have been curved into a smile this whole time, and that warmth blooms in his chest at the display of trust as Jamil feels perfectly safe to relax… He’d rather let him sleep.

   So he leans in quietly, and the only kiss he can offer in this position is a light brush of his lips against Jamil’s hair, but it’s enough. There’s still time before dawn, and if he stays awake, he might fall asleep in class, which will bother Jamil, so he closes his eyes for the second time. His hands find the back of Jamil’s head, and he buries his fingers in his hair, tangling his fingers in the black locks.

   The next time he’ll wake up, Jamil will be perfect as always, dressed up and ready for school, and maybe Kalim will take even more time than usual getting anything done as he’ll be dwelling once more on his boyfriend’s sleeping face, but it’s okay. It’ll be his secret – until Jamil inevitably finds out.

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it’s not much but it’s something 😔

twst guys as some memes I have saved on my phone

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They've been studying a lot these days!

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this was funnier in my head

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The year is 2050. Himejoshi have factionalized into the Realists, who say women kissing is yuri, and the Miyazawans, who know that a dying garden with one last single flower reaching towards a sun it can never touch is yuri

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I keep making posts about short fics, and I'm going to continue doing so because on every short fic post I make, I get people who love short fics but I also get authors who feel guilty because they don't write "full fics" or "complete stories"

Short fics are complete. Short fics are full stories. There are more tales in the world than just novels. There are more ways of sharing your idea than creating an entire world to go along with it.

You can tell a complete story in 100 words. You can call a fic complete and full and fleshed out, even without all of the context or history or world building in your brain.

Your readers have imaginations, just like you do. Have faith that they'll be able to fill in any blanks on their own. Trust that they'll enjoy what you put out, even if it's short.

Stop measuring yourself with a ruler that doesn't even matter. If you want to write a long fic, that's wonderful. I wish you well.

But if you don't want to write novels, please stop apologizing for that. You have nothing to feel bad about. Be proud that you can capture a moment or a feeling or an idea in just a few words. Not everyone can do that.

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Today, the jamikali nuis are studying

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Wedding night

(Part 1) (Part 2)

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Fellow & Gidel 🦊🐈 I sketched this more than a year ago and my tablet broke when I was about to finish the final artwork 🥲

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sgjkdfjgmldfkgldf mgkdf gdf gfd when the handmaiden / feudal lord meme takes over your dashboard lmaooooooo

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not to be insensitive but some of the salem witch trials were so funny bitches like “i saw her at the devils sacrament!!!” girl... what were YOU doing at the devils sacrament 👀

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Today the jamikali nuis bought some dōjinshi (from oomf)