Still Alive
Admin here. Just reassuring all Sakanars that the I’m alive but I haven’t been able to find any fresh material for the blog. Hope everyone is well and enjoying what I have managed to find.
Ohho fuck yes. XDD I was hoping I'd find something like this. <3
AnonymousHaha. My pleasure, good Anon. I hope you enjoy the blog.
Let’s see how fast I can make Mad unfollow me again
JOKES ON YOU ANGELA, I’M REBLOGGING THIS FOR EVERYONE TO SEE
My work here is done…
BECAUSE I MADE A STORE JUST FOR YOU~
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Only the two books are up for sale now, but depending on how well they sell online I’ll see if I can add some other merch or maybe even upgrade to put a LOT more stuff in it. As you probably already…
We interrupt your Sakana smut to inform you of Mad’s car related plight and the fact that Christmas IS only 2 months away. Buy up some Sakana lit or spread the word ^_^
WELL THIS DIDN’T GO TO PLAN OOPs
(I wanted to try a slightly different angle on the ‘usual’ Taidai dynamic??????????)
(I’m gonna stop writing forever now because how do smut)
Things were going pretty well. In fact, they were going better than Yuudai would ever have dared hope. He’d forgotten what it felt like to have someone want you like this.
It felt good.
Maybe that was what made him get so carried away. It was a strange thought, him getting carried away, but all Yuudai knew was that one moment he was sitting in Taisei’s lap, kissing him fiercely and gripping his bare waist with both hands, and the next Taisei was suddenly pulling away, a small protesting squeak escaping his lips.
Yuudai paused, one hand on Taisei’s zipper. The air was hot and still, the sweat on Yuudai’s bare back slippery under Taisei’s hands. He swallowed, and scrutinised Taisei closely. “You okay?”
“Yeah! Yeah, I – ” Taisei’s arms tightened around Yuudai, pulling him close once more. “C’mere.”
taro/moriko
(Just gonna leave this here…)
(OTL I’m sorry i just wanted to try something that wasn’t taidai this was silly of me)
She’d told him she was a flower stylist. He wasn’t sure what to expect from that, but he supposed it should have been this. Taro stared around the hallway as he slipped his shoes off, reeling slightly from the pungent atmosphere. Plants adorned every surface, from tiny little succulents to huge overflowing pots of orchids. Attached to one wall was a wire basket from which spilled some kind of coarse creeper, while a sturdy looking money tree skulked in the corner, surrounded by a pool of its own leaves. Moriko stood in the midst of it all like a prickly shrub, arms folded and brows lowered.
“You’ve – um – you’ve got a lot of plants,” he said awkwardly, pushing his glasses up his nose.
“Don’t touch anything,” she snarled. “If you knock something over you’re paying for it.” And she stalked away before Taro had the chance to return her glare.
Reluctantly, he screwed up his pride and followed her through into the lounge. At the back of his mind he constantly reminded himself that this was for Jiro, this was all for Jiro…His brother had been so happy lately and Taro would never forgive himself if he ruined things by clashing with Chie’s sister.
Not that Moriko was making things easy for him. As he stared around the apartment, she shot him a venomous look in which he saw reflected his own distrust. Yep, even through the fuzzy haze of several beers she was still aggravating. So what was he even doing here?
A Sakana/Motorcity crossover fanfic by someone who’s never seen/read either one of them.
A present to Emily
Technically it IS Sakana.
GOMENASAI!! (Apologies)
(To everyone who reblogged or liked that um… Text from last Night not-Sakana pic…. I run a lot of blogs and I didn’t pay attention to what queue I was in. Gomenasai)
We now return you to your regularly scheduled Taidai (Yuusei?) lovefest.
aaaaand another
(halp someone stop me before i write again)
It was the sunlight that woke him. Pale and watery, it struggled through the tiny window and cut through the silence of Yuudai’s bedroom to strike him squarely in the face. He uttered the softest of groans and screwed up his eyes in discomfort as he sleepily realised he’d forgotten to draw the curtains before going to bed.
Well, it was only to be expected, he reflected broodingly, rolling onto his back. He’d been somewhat preoccupied last night after all.
