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Watching The Three Caballeros (1944) at 3 am is an experience.

THE HEART OF THE SEA, bang chan

CHAPTER ONE ⎯⎯ the poseidon's call

⎯⎯ pairs ‣‣‣ bang chan x afab!reader [no pronouns, fem-bodied] ⎯⎯ rating ‣‣‣ 16+ ⎯⎯ genre ‣‣‣ angst ‣ fluff ‣ pirate!bang chan x siren!reader ‣ historical!au ‣ mythical!au ‣ pirate!au ‣ sexual references ‣ hurt/comfort ‣ more may be added ⎯⎯ warnings ‣‣‣ inappropriate language ‣ death ‣ mythical creatures ‣ near death experiences ‣ mentions of killing ‣ drowning ‣ town shaming ‣ obsession ‣ inaccurate historical references ⎯⎯ word count ‣‣‣ 1.2k words

All his life, Chan had known the ocean and the ocean only. Knew the way it would shine like crystals underneath the bright sun and knew how the sea would blacken under the rain. He had known the feeling of floating in water better than he knew the feeling of walking on land - his father had also been a sea captain, it was his destiny to feel more comfortable around the ocean than the boring land. 

It was why Chan had decided to take the Poseidon’s Call and travel without Minho and his crew to accomplish the pirate’s legend of the hidden island. His father had always believed in it, even attempting to partake in the journey when Chan was just a child, but the ship had been destroyed - his crew, Minho’s father included, all perished while he survived. His father never spoke of what happened in complete detail, the land dwellers all claimed he was crazy whenever he tried, only the old Mrs Jung being the one to listen. But that never warded Chan off from wanting to finish his father’s dream.

It was why Chan had decided to take the Poseidon’s Call and travel without Minho and his crew to accomplish the pirate’s legend of the hidden island. His father had always believed in it, even attempting to partake in the journey when Chan was just a child, but the ship had been destroyed - his crew, Minho’s father included, all perished while he survived. His father never spoke of what happened in complete detail, the land dwellers all claimed he was crazy whenever he tried, only the old Mrs Jung being the one to listen. But that never warded Chan off from wanting to finish his father’s dream.

It was why Chan had decided to take the Poseidon’s Call and travel without Minho and his crew to accomplish the pirate’s legend of the hidden island. His father had always believed in it, even attempting to partake in the journey when Chan was just a child, but the ship had been destroyed - his crew, Minho’s father included, all perished while he survived. His father never spoke of what happened in complete detail, the land dwellers all claimed he was crazy whenever he tried, only the old Mrs Jung being the one to listen. But that never warded Chan off from wanting to finish his father’s dream.

The legend of the sea and its hidden island of treasure was going to be found, whether the answers were what Chan was seeking or not. And he wouldn’t let Minho nor his crew stop him from completing the journey. It was his to take, his right to see his father’s dreams through, and Chan would do it no matter what.

Though, as he watched the Poseidon’s Call crash into the large, jagged rocks above him while he sunk deeper into the salty water. He tried to kick his feet upward, only to have harsh waves crash over his face and send him back into the dark ocean and its hidden horrors. 

Chan had never once been terrified of the sea, but as he felt seaweed tangle around his legs and his lungs scream for oxygen, Chan realised that his love for the ocean had betrayed him. He had travelled through enough ocean storms to know how rough the water could get, only he would have his crew to help prevent the ship from crashing. Tonight, he was alone and there was no one to help save him.

He was stupid to have thought a lone man would survive the cursed voyage when not even a crew of the finest pirates to have lived could do so. 

The seaweed pulled him down deeper, Chan was sure he could hear the ocean’s malicious laughs at his idiocy, and he breathed out his last bit of oxygen. There was no chance for him to escape, not when his beloved ship was sinking beside him in pieces and the surface was so far away. He could still see the dark clouds and the lightning emitting from them above the water line, oh how Chan wished he could hear that dreaded crack of thunder once more.

But his vision began to go hazy, blackness clouding his eyes as his throat closed from little oxygen. Chan still had his arms swimming upward, desperately hoping to push him free of the dangers from the approaching ocean floor, but he slowly let them fall as he shut his eyes. His once safe space, the love of his pathetic life, brought Chan to his soon-approaching death.

It was rather ironic, how the one place Chan had always felt welcomed him would cause his downfall. Why couldn’t he have gone with his crew, no, his friends, to the tavern every time they came to land? Why did Chan have to be so obsessed with the sea, feel hypnotised by its silent call? Oh, what he would give to have one last chance at seeing his men, his mother - visit his father’s grave. 

He could remember Minho and him, when they were children on the original Poseidon’s Call, discussing the desperate wishes of a dying man. They had both just watched their fathers send a man overboard for attempting to rob their treasures, listened to how he had begged for forgiveness, to see his wife once more. It was then they had both promised one another to never let them die with such wishes, if they were going to die pleading for something it would be gold.

Chan would laugh at how ignorant he had been as a child. Even if he had been the richest man in the world, the happiest man, Chan knew he would always wish for one more. Whether it be one more day, one more hug - one more chance to see his loved ones. 

Something brushed past his hand, fast, and Chan’s eyes opened in surprise. And fear, if he was being honest with himself. It was hard for him to see anything beyond the dark sea and the clouding blackness in his vision.

The saltwater stung his eyes, but Chan fought the urge to tightly close them, fought the crying of his lungs, and kept watching for whatever fish swam past him. It nudged his hand again, nails against his skin almost poking him, before swimming away and Chan was pushed slightly back by the strength of the water movement.

The water pushed him upward slightly, fighting against the seaweed, and then Chan felt the tightness around his ankles loosen. The seaweed was cut - from the claws he had felt, Chan assumed it was more likely ripped - and Chan’s legs were free to swim away. Though he lacked the energy, there was no point in him trying to swim free when his brain was so blurry and could barely see anything in front of him.

Clawed nails poked at his skin once again, only at his shoulder this time, and Chan looked toward where he assumed the creature was. He could barely see what it was, barely see anything, but Chan saw its eyes. Bright, glowing eyes captured him and made him fall frozen - despite how badly he wished to move.

Then, soft lips pressed against his, making his eyes fall shut softly as the pain in his lungs lessened. He should have been terrified, should have tried to swim away, but instead, all Chan wanted to do was kiss back and let his lips dance against the creature’s perfect pair. 

But, the lips left his all too soon, and Chan shook his hazy mind of such thoughts, barely even acknowledging how much easier he felt. How he felt like he was floating safely in the sea, like he always did, and how his lungs easily breathed with the salt water flooding them. 

Humming cut through the water, sounding as though their hypnotic tune had been whispered right into his ears, and Chan’s still-closed eyes felt like they had been tied shut. His limbs went heavy, his breathing shallowed, and Chan felt himself slump in the water - darkness taking over his just-cleared mind. 

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Kids at my internship keep calling me a "real scientist" because I wear a lab coat as part of my uniform. I mean, at most I'm making soda with dry ice while I'm out on the floor, but my little scientist-wannabe heart... :')

Drawing diverse body types is important, but i hate seeing how quick it devolves into “let’s harass and make fun of young artists on here so they “stop sucking” at art cause they admitted they arnt good at drawing fat people and mostly draw skinny characters”.

Like when I was a teenager I mostly drew fat monstery things and was still pretty shit at making things look emasculated or bony, as much as I wanted to. Sometimes it really is about skill and familiarity, and as older artists it’s better to help by being an example or giving art tips rather then being hostile.

all that shipping and they can’t get one man across the atlantic

I DO , I PROMISE

however the fact that clear is polysemous and clear can be synonymous with plain and plain and plane are homophones and plane is a hyponym of aircraft and both craft and air can be both nouns and verbs and clear can also be an antonym of collide or hit and hit can oh my god the amount of semantic roles hit can fill and my head is going to melt and it makes me feel a little silly

A level english language

[alt. name] the study of vibe

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Loving the human phenomenon where you can finally be feeling ok about your face and then you pull a candid expression and it’s all gone again

NO NO OKAY. even if they’re not following the canon of the film...... in the original dracula novel killing a sire frees their descendants from vampirism. killing a vampire kills all of the vampires they turned...... by making them HUMAN.

idk what my point is with that tbf. other than that s4e10 was titled after a song from fiddler on the roof, a musical entirely about straying away from tradition in a world that doesn’t support it anymore, and ended with the vampires back exactly where they started in s1-- colin robinson's return to his old bastard self, nandor constantly reaching for escapism, laszlo and nadja both feeling kind of Lost --this show has consistently shined upon how vampirism is a Curse first and foremost, and it feels. idk. what’s the Point of the show ending with that problem never being properly addressed? yk?? and getting rid of vampirism as a whole feels like a cop out, yes, but. idk. i just think its a Path They Could Take yk

no you don’t get it this is revolutionary. guillermo has been tied to nandor for so long because he wanted nandor to be the one to change him. he’s been his familiar and his bodyguard and taken care of him with everything he has. but nandor refused to change him because he thinks guillermo would leave after, that that’s all guillermo has stayed for. so guillermo is now reasserting his autonomy and his desires above nandor’s insecurities, and if derek does change him and guillermo returns to the house (which he implied he’d do by saying “nothing ever changes in this house unless i change it) then that will confirm to nandor that guillermo wants to be there. even if derek doesn’t change him, this is a huge moment for guillermo because he’s recognizing that he doesn’t need nandor to get what he wants.

Pinterest keeps lowkey convincing me to get vans or like, any kind of fabric shoes to embroider

Like???

Look at these

Peak performance

oh so part 2 is gonna Hurt

once again thinking about how Dina and Ellie didn't know what a pride flag was, but knew what a slur was :(

once again thinking about Tommy's reversal on letting Abby live :/

he walked in on Ellie having a panic attack after killing Mel. he knows how hard this whole revenge trip is on her, and yet.

and yet, once she has a family and is doing her best to keep her head above water, you send her out again? I know she was gonna go anyway, but maybe it would've been longer, and maybe she would've been able to realize it wouldn't help sooner.

aaaaaahhhhh, I have the urge to write fanfic now

Listen, I understand why people are upset with Eurylochus (Epic). I get it! He makes choices that damn the entire crew, questions Odysseus when he shouldn't, etc. He's easy to blame.

But can you blame him? For opening the bag a god had given them when all the last god did was drown hundreds of their men? For being afraid on Circe's island and wanting so desperately to just go home? For being angry when the man who is known for his intelligence, who REFUSED to leave behind a single man, who SAID THAT NO ONE ELSE WOULD DIE, then sacrificed 6 men? Six people you've fought beside for a decade in a ruthless war and survived every battle, problem, and smite the gods had sent?

Can you blame him for his hunger?

Every day I remember that one of the animators got hired for making a Simon animation and I live in fear that Netflix could ever think about touching him at all. Like I’m already losing Richter and Maria, I can’t handle them taking anyone else. Like in a stupid way I guess I’m a little glad Nocturne is mixing Bloodlines and Rondo all stupid because at least that means they’re not gonna touch John Morris or Eric, I’m still so upset about Elizabeth Bartley and Drolta tho…

sam deats being a shanoa fan is the scariest thing in the world to me. do NOT give her a netflix series i will rip out your entrails

Damn, can't wait until I've spilled enough of my brain into the depts of this website to experience it :›

I’m know I’m not the first person to say this, but any newbies on tumblr really need to understand how different this is from a lot of other social media. Particularly tiktok.

I just saw a creator on tiktok reminding followers that it’s actually a problem when someone goes back to the earliest post and watches all the posts chronologically, liking and commenting along the way. The stupid app recognizes it as spam or something and then kinda puts a halt on their account? Literally punishing people for positive engagement?? 🥴🤦‍♀️

I’ve already heard people saying years back how they don’t want to be “creepy” and go through a persons blog, liking and reblogging tons of stuff. But think how many more people are going to be worried about it now, thinking they might do actual damage! Most people, especially younger people, are so used to the way tiktok works now. So please, do not ever worry about this on here. Just remember-

You will never do any harm if you go on a like and reblog fest through someone’s tumblr blog! The only risk you’re taking is to make the blog owner weep for joy!! 😭🤣

Just found my Metalocalypse x Dragonriders of Pern crossover and damn. Someone pester me into writing more of that. XD

holy….

I’m lost for words