#Evelator lady

[onlyonepurposestuff]

i HAVE to make one of these into a porcelain figure. at the moment i will print them into stickers, if only i knew where glittery sticker paper is sold

[minato-division03]

A Tale of Christmas Miracles Day 1: A HypMic Holiday Shuffle Concert Track 1

01.) Opening Number: Mary Did You Know

Queen Card

"Ladies and gentlemen! I welcome you! Tonight, the theater presents to you: The Queen Card, the card in a deck of cards to avoid taking, for I inflict penalties on the players!”

"First and foremost, I must thank you all for taking time out of your day to gather here for the first day of this year's Christmas Concert!"

"In celebration of the holiday that is so very loved throughout the world… we present to you a Christmas tale! A story and tale told through various hymns and songs reimagined by the esteemed artists I have gathered for you all… Please! Enjoy the rest of tonight's performances and raise your hands in applause for our next performers! And a Merry Christmas Eve!"

02.) Believe In Christmas

Yuuya Kanata “ARROW”

Naoki Hamasaki “Stage Queen”

Kotan Anchikar “Kamuy”

03.) To Smile

Maki Umemoto “Professor Z-3”

Azusa Furukawa “Onna-Musha”

Saigo Fuyugami “Tsukumogami”

04.) Naughty or Nice

Sanyu Inouye “MC Rogue”

Taria Chinen “Misfit”

Sumire Shinomiya “Diabla”

Issey Nishizawa “MC N1K3”

Saya Yoshie “Skye”

Makina Setsukura “Screen Shot”

05.) Christmas EveL

Ryuunosuke Sekiguchi “Fist N Fury”

Rintaro Himura “Ignis”

Eiji Mizoguchi “MC KRATOS”

Ax “Commander”

Masuzo Shinomiya “Malphas”

Tetsuya Yashiro “FЯE4K”

Oki Teagan “ATLAS”

Ryuko Umemoto “Mista Z.B.”

06.) Angels We Have Heard On High

Kira Chinen “Huntress”

Eldrid Iwasaki “Valkyrie”

Tonae Tsukamoto “ABBYS”

Ted Bridges “Teddy”

07.) O Holy Night

Yuriko “Black Dahlia”

Yuki Kuraokami “Ice King”

08.) How Great Our Joy/Hark! The Herald Angels Sing (+ Ensemble)

Shisuta Heisha “The Saint”

Sayaka Miyuki “Rhopalocera”

Itsuki Kamiko “Tsuki”

09.) Santa Please

Eko Seishin “Aoi”

Kokomi Morozov “Snegurochka”

10.) Magic Moment

Tomi Choten “High Class”

Atlas Kazanari “Off-Chart”

Shuu Edogawa “Men-H”

Elliot Shimizu “MC Nanashi”

Asahi Tomoharu “SWEET-T”

Yoichi Shujo “Jekyll”

Yorii Sakuma “Sireen”

@naradivision @naha-division @hakodate-division @suginami-division @taito-division @fukuokadivision1 @ota-division @shinagawa-division @aichi-division @akihabaradivision @akihabara-division03 @katsushika-division @nagasaki-division @kagoshima-division @ginza-division @adachi-division @edogawa-division @sapporo-division @fukuokanodivision @aoyama-division @setagaya-division

[clatterbane]

Going for the first ride with Mr. C was indeed about like I expected.

My mother used to get on my case for driving like a little old lady. Not even kidding. I supposedly went too slow and was overly cautious in general. (Hey, I know I'm not great at estimating speeds and distances. Not risking turns until I am absolutely sure it's clear.)

Let's just say that the lady really would not have enjoyed riding in the car with him, especially as this new a driver. I look like an absolute speed demon by comparison.

Knowing the guy, I had sort of figured that the main problem that he'd most likely encountered with passing the road test first go and also back in the UK was just choking from nerves. As little as he would want to let on. This suspicion was not looking less plausible after the early ride-along this evening.

Guessing he will probably get more comfortable with practice. But yeah, I don't think dude is likely to start channeling Evel Knievel anytime soon. In his chosen Volvo station wagon. 😁

[hildathesaint]

Hilda's herborium: Rosemary

Scientific name: Salvia rosmarinus

Native Habitat: Mediterranean

Magical qualities:

-protection

-banishing

-remembrance

-purifying

-death magick

-love

Description:

Rosemary is described as a woody, perennial herb that can become a bushy shrub. The leaves are evergreen and needlelike in shape, and they produce the essential oil that gives rosemary its characteristic scent. They are dark green on the upper side, and the underside has a dense covering of short, white, woolly hairs. Some varieties of rosemary grow in an upright form, and stalks can reach five feet tall. Other varieties have a trailing form with the branches curving downward into a cascade effect. The small flowers of rosemary can be blue, violet, purple, pink, or white, depending on the variety. They are fragrant and attract bees, butterflies, and some birds, which the plant depends on for pollination.

Folklore:

Rosemary is one of the most important Old World magickal herbs. It was associated with Aphrodite/Venus (Rosemary's name means “dew of the sea” in Latin). Later, it became linked to the Virgin Mary, who is said to have given the plant its blue blossoms when she rested her blue mantle on a bush.

Rosemary has a long history. It is native to the Mediterranean region and written evidence of it first appeared on stone tablets in Mesopotamia from around 5000BC. The Ancient Egyptians used rosemary in their burial rituals, maybe due to its antifungal and antibacterial properties which would have helped in the mummifying process. Sprigs of it have been found in tombs from as early as 3000BC.

During the Middle Ages (5th to the 15th centuries) it was used to ward off negative energies and evil. It was placed under pillows to ward off nightmares and was burned in houses to keep away the plague. The idea that rosemary provided protection and purification still continues today and it is often used to purify sacred places.

It used to be very common for a couple getting married to incorporate rosemary into their wedding. The bride would wear a headdress which would feature rosemary and the groom and guests would also wear a sprig attached to their clothing. It’s thought that this tradition was started because rosemary could improve your memory and recall. Wearing a remembrance herb meant that it was more likely that the couple would remember their sacred vows to each other. Guests would wear rosemary so that they could better remember the event. Rosemary would be planted at the door of the newlyweds’ home, the idea being that if the plant took root and flourished, the marriage would too. The traditional use of it at weddings meant that it soon became known as a love herb and was included in many love spells and charms.

Although Rosemary is generally now counted as a Masculine/Solar herb, the feminine association was stronger once upon a time. An old saying has it, “Where Rosemary grows, the woman rules.” It was said that Rosemary would only flourish in a garden where the lady of the house wore the pants. Because of this saying, men often forbid rosemary in their home. (Lol)

Christians once believed that the Rosemary plant echoed the life of Christ, growing for 33 years to the height of a man, then perishing. Rosemary also banished nightmares: according to a letter sent by Jeanne of Valois (1294 – 1342) to her daughter Queen Phillippa (wife of our Edward III), laying a sprig of Rosemary under the head of a sleeping man “doth away evell sprirites and suffereth not the dreeme fowl dremes ne to be afearde.”

Quotes about Rosemary:

"There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember." -William Shakespeare

"I plant rosemary all over the garden, so pleasant is it to know that at every few steps one may draw the kindly branchlets through one's hand, and have the enjoyment of their incomparable incense; and I grow it against walls, so that the sun may draw out its inexhaustible sweetness to greet me as I pass." -Gertrude Jekyll

"I try to do nothing. I drink rosemary when I have a lot of work to do. People take coffee, they take speed, whatever. I take rosemary." -Agnes Varda

"As for rosemary, I let it run all over my garden walls, not only because my bees love it but because it is the herb sacred to remembrance and to friendship, whence a sprig of it hath a dumb language." -Sir Thomas More

Miss Ainslie gathered a bit of rosemary, crushing it between her white fingers. "See," she said, "some of us are like that it takes a blow to find the sweetness in our souls." -Myrtle Reed

[afraidtochangeforsex]

Frown if down new mexico calls Ralph third time research life without his wife he's lonely to the bloody bone pick up the phone and look on Tumblr for blurry stirred old lady slim shady made him do it I got it now dollars follow the yellow brick road alone again my friends spende my honeys money love him tim couches evel

[dracolizardlars]

Going through my dad's book collection is like (made up example titles and authors)

The book: The Night Calls by James Evell

Me: never heard of that but probably one of those somewhat well known American crime novels, lemme look into it

Wikipedia: this author wrote like 200 titles and literally no one cares about this one in particular.

Book websites: only one copy of this is being sold and the best I can give you is £15.

me: alright then

The book: The Lady of Luxury by Milton J. Abraham

Me: what the hell is that

Wikipedia: Abraham's 1929 "The Lady of Luxury" is considered one of the most influential mystery novels of all time. It has 4 film adaptations, including one by Alfred Hitchcock.

Book websites: "I will personally sell my soul to anyone who can give me a first edition of this WITH the dust jacket."

Me:......okay then (how the fuck have I never heard of my book or author in my life)

[sentofight]

[ [ i want them to stab me.

and him. i will add him perhaps officially not just ninja request lol. someday.

[random-strngr]

all about the lady evel knievel

[cryptid-killjoy]

Delta didn't care what it was in German. What it meant in Delta-language was the boy who jumped.

Kuzco's favorite movie had a way of slipping into theme across all those he touched. Valerie, Delta, even Bastien. It would shock most people every time people asked movie faves as ice breakers and Kuzco belted out with What Dreams May Come with Robin Williams, who went to Hell to find his wife and chose to stay forever just to be with her forgoing Heaven, instead of something laughable and obnoxious. It took getting to know Kuzco to get it and most people weren't able to get that close like Clopin. Valerie found out and instantly fell in love with it. But, Delta understood it most of all people the first time she heard him say it. Delta lived it literally. It was when she heard him say it she realized for the first time Kuzco did have a brain after all and all his nonsense wasn't meaningless. He was coping too like any of them in his way. All any of these people wanted was not for someone to try to fix their life, to save them, stop trying to make things okay, but to join them in their Hell and be with them. Just be.

That was love to Delta, to all of them really in their own interpretations ever slightly different this way and that. But, that's what Delta heard when she heard the name Frank. The boy who jumped. Literally. She romanticized it to the core and she would love every Goetta she ever cooked just because of it too and every Frankenstein monster anything she ever saw because it began with Frank. All these years and that's still what she could see when stared into his eyes, how that moment made her feel like finally someone understood her. Actually knew her. She couldn't let go now if she tried. In that moment he was the most perfect being that ever existed. Every moment thereafter he chooses her Hell, to exist with her, he continues to be perfect love. It keeps her from wanting to be non-existent. All she really wanted to do was admire that face till the end of time.

Bastien really wasn't the daredevil sort. He just did things. Not that turtles seemed too Evel Knievel whale sharks included, but Jetsam had his reasons.

When Maddy took his hand his eyes opened a little more. He looked down at them together. He would squeeze them slightly, not too hard. He took a deep breath. He really was trying to ground himself with her since he was feeling a bit off. Maddy was good for that sort of thing. Maddy was real. He often reminded himself of that. Yes, she said in the pumpkin patch. It made spooky season all the more special. This was their season in his mind and couldn't wait to get back for actual Halloween. They had traditions now.

Then something in Maddy's tone and enunciation startled him. It was confrontational not just a statement of authority or autonomy of where she was going to be and he hadn't been ready for such a sound while feeling so enthusiastic. It was as confusing as the blips right then.

One second he's grounding himself there and the next she sounded offended. It was probably moments like this it was best only Frank could see the gargoyles and not Maddy because Hugo would put his hands on his stony hips in pure attitude. "What the twisted titty crawled up her ass?" Then Victor would say, "This is what fat day monsters get for not putting out enough for the poofy hair obsessed lady." Laverne, "Oh, cut him some slack. He's cursed for Christ's sake. Excuse him for not being able to function unless everything is just right." Hugo would butt in, "That didn't stop Fiona from getting her some." Then Victor, "Well, Bastien isn't Shrek now is he?" Hugo with fluttery eyes, "Okay you got me there. A girl can dream. You could hardly blame her. Shrek is comedy gold. Every girl wants a man that can make her laugh. That's never going to be Bastien now is it?" Laverne would get physical with Hugo actually pushing him for going that far.

Then Bastien, out loud, after Maddy spoke, his first words after her simply saying she wanted to go too was, "Yeah, yeah, we all know I'm not as cool and funny as Shrek. Everyone can't be the perfect ogre. I can only be me. Stop reminding me. Fuck, just shut up."

He huffed. He crossed his arms. He looked at Maddy more directly since now he was actually addressing her and said, "Yeah. That's why I said 'we' gotta figure this country out. As in us. All of us. I wouldn't have asked you to come if I was leaving you in the hotel room. That's boring. I only said Frankie because she's never come walking with us together before. I'm excited to go as a family. Like... as in for real... a real place...not just in Feral."

This place was about as real as it got.

"Of course you're coming. I mean, unless you don't want to, but you just said you did. So, I'm assuming you do. Plus, you said yes to my invitation to please come to this country with me after I told you why I was coming, so I assumed you did then too. I mean I was hoping you wanted to come and see too otherwise why would you say yes to coming here?"

He kerplopped back on the bed while his head wanted to explode.

"Aren't you happy? I don't know why, but I feel like I did something wrong. What is that sound in your voice?"

If Chip could have a baby with a dead woman, then there was probably some way that Delta and Frank could conceive - if they ever decided that they wanted to do so. He could perform well enough, it was just about bringing them little swimmers back to life. It wasn’t as if he was actually thinking about it any capacity yet though. He was a man who enjoyed having his free time. And only having to dedicate his life to other head. Not a slave to some baby because that’s how he saw it currently. No thanks.

He had never been fond of his name. Frank. It sounded so .. frank. A strong German name, slang for sausages. Unique in this day and age sure, there wasn’t much risk of running into other Franks in his classes growing up, he never had to sign himself as Frank S to distinguish himself from other Franks. He was a touch flattered that Delta felt it was her name, and never should have given it away. But he never thought of himself as the type to name someone after himself.

At least there was Albert. As if.

He rarely ever called the Hunch’s kid Frankie though. Maybe while talking to Bastien, it would slip in but usually she was just ‘Girl’. None of that, oh, we’re not gendering them bullshit that took over the internet these days. Just Girl. She was lucky to be getting that much.

There were probably some river tortoises or, swamp ones, back in Feral, but swimming with them sounded a little more … murky. More likely to get bit by one of the crocs than actually swim with turtles. So it did sound fun to the adventure-hearted girl. Pretty much any opportunity to do something that would bring her further out of that comfort-zone, anything that sounded fun, anything that others might back away from, she was stepping towards. Hence why she was probably still alive, honestly. The boring and dull died fast.

Not that seaturtles were dangerous but - well, this whole country could be considered to be, especially with what they had come here for. Might as well live up the experience to the best of their abilities.

She was a bit too distracted with the fussy Frankie who had to spend quite a lot of time in her parents arms and in her car seat rather than crawling around, which happened to be one of her favorite things to do. Blame dad. She not only had wandering feet but hands (and let’s hope she grows out of the wandering hands). Bastien was being more on the quiet side, which wasn’t too out of the blue. He wasn’t one for just idle conversation.

But then she did start to suspect something a little odd when he talked about the temple. Like he had just woken up. She looked at him after letting Frankie down so that she could get to her crawling, exploring the room while her mother kept an eye on her. “Yes, you did,” She nodded to him and sat down beside him, slipping her hand into his. Not squeezing it, just in a light grounding sort of way. “And then we came here.”

It seemed more important to let him know that he hadn’t really missed anything. They hadn’t detoured or seen anything very exciting going from the airport to the hotel. So - whatever it was, whether it be a bad schizophrenic day, or Jetsam, they didn’t have the most exciting time.

She did sigh a little, but leaned in and put a kiss on her husband’s shoulder, nuzzling against it softly. Surprised? Not in the least. Disappointed? Maybe a little bit, but it wasn’t something that she was going to make a big deal about. It was Bastien’s way, and that’s how things usually went.

“WE’RE going to go walking with Frankie,” She said, because that felt like the more disappointing part. They’ve been in this room in the vacation for little more than five minutes and it already kinda felt like he was trying to leave her out of it. She didn’t want to be left out of it. She’d even offer to come with him to locate the spots if it didn’t seem like something that he’d rather do himself. They’d slow him down. She knew that, unfortunately. That’s what babies did. You couldn’t always move fast with an infant, couldn’t just go wandering the town endlessly, not when there had to be feedings and diaper changes or she’d get cranky and need a nap in a less jostly place than her stroller.

“I want to see it too,” She said. Because this wasn’t just a trip for him to get rid of a boatload of money. She was taking this as some them time too. Like actual quality, doing stuff together, not just having dinner and then going their separate ways for a couple hours to do their own thing, sort of time.

[writeblrfantasy]

EXCERPT FROM DAYBREAKERS: katirina volonov

Meredith bows her head, arms clasped behind her back. “Ladies, may I present Lady Katirina Volonov, royal cursebreaker and personal agent to the king.”

“Holy shit, you insane son of a bitch. You actually managed to do it.” Evelin manages a laugh. “I have to congratulate you, Mer. I did not think even you could pull that off.”

Meredith crosses her arms, tosses her hair. “I know. You said so. Numerous times.”

Evelin sighs. “Nice moment over. so, she’s with us.”

“She can speak for herself,” Katirina says, confirming Evelin’s assessment that she doesn’t like to hide behind anyone else. “I, on highly specific conditions, have agreed to work with your crew for the duration of your mission, and agreed to look the other way when I report back to His Majesty of any illegalities I may have observed in your company. And for a high price.”

“What did you promise her?” Ruth is the first to ask, beating Evelin to it. Meredith is more shrewd than she seems to some, smarter and wiser than they give her credit for as just their handler.

“Nothing you need to concern yourself with right now,” Meredith replies breezily, conveying silently that none of them except perhaps Nell will get an answer out of her on that front, and they shouldn’t try. Evelin knows not to waste her breath.

“Ruth,” comes Bath’s voice, “I do not trust her.”

“Neither do I,” Ruth utters back, not making the effort to lower her voice.

Katirina raises blue painted nails to point at Bath’s form, hovering above Ruth like a silent companion. “Is—is that a demon? Bonded to you? Do you have a permit for possession and subservience of that creature? Where are its chains?”

“That thing happens to be my boyfriend, and he is a free agent, no chains necessary,” Ruth growls, hands clenching into fists. Bath does not glow with anger as he does whenever someone is foolish enough to insult Ruth, although he almost never needs to actually step in on her behalf. Either Ruth handles them herself, or his presence scares silly any would be attackers who don’t know to keep their mouths shut.

The only time Evelin’s ever seen him fight for Ruth alone was when Ruth lay bleeding on the ground, drifting between consciousness and something darker. Where Ruth goes, Bath likes to follow, and they’ve always handily dodged the question Neither of them want to find out.

“You signed on,” Meredith reminds her, casting her a raised eyebrow. “Magical contract and all.”

“Contract?” Evelin snaps. “I don’t like legalities.”

“Then you made a mistake bringing a royal cursebreaker on,” Katirina says.

“Legalities that leave a paper trail,” Evelin clarifies. “I’ll have you know I run a perfectly legitimate tailoring and designing shop on the shore back south, and you’ll never find a file off or a mistake in my taxes in your endless royal file archives. It’s things like this, things that require discretion, where I like to keep stamps and notaries and signatures out of it.”

“She wouldn’t sign on without the reassurance that her ass was safe in our company, and after as well,” Meredith says with a shrug.

Nell laughs, reminding them of her presence and speaking for the first time since Katirina walked in. “You’re a fool if you think a piece of paper will keep my wife from taking whatever revenge she might need to take on you.”

Katirina swallows, visibly unsettled for the first time. Evelin eases up a little at that, the sight that this stiff crown rat can be unshaken indeed. Yes, everyone has a weakness, but to see one instead of having to go hunting for it is always nice. Evelin doesn’t dare hope something on this damned mission will be easy, but perhaps the cursebreaker will be the least of their worries.

That thought isn’t as comforting as she first thought.

Ruth rolls her eyes. “Well, I’ll leave the stuffy upper crust assholes to each other. I have better things to do.” Bath melting back into her, she beckons Nell and Meredith out, Summer sleeping gods know where, peaceful. Evelin envies her for the moment.

Best get this trust bonding exercise over with sooner than later. Evelin stifles a sigh and pats the seat right next to her, deliberately sprawling out comfortably if only to see the discomfort on Katirina’s face. Evelin remembers all those dinners as a kid, the stiffness in her back and the certainty that her shoulders would never be anything but square again. Now, it makes her torso ache just to see such posture. “Park it here. Let’s talk.”

daybreakers taglist: @magic-is-something-we-create @chayscribbles @antique-symbolism @mallthologist @ihernglass @memento-morri-writes @indigocastor

[mary-tudor]

Letter written by Lady Elizabeth Tudor to Dowager Queen of England, Katheryn Parr.

“Although I coulde not be plentiful in giving thankes for the manifold kindenis received at your hithnis hande at my departure, yet I am some thinge to be borne with al, for truly I was replete with sorowe to departe frome your highnnis, especially leaving you undoubtful of helthe, and albeit I answered litel I wayed [weighed] it more dipper [deeper] when you sayd you wolde warne me of al evelles that you shulde hire of me, for if your grace had not a good opinion of me you wolde not have offered friendship to me that way, that al men iuge [judge] the contrarye, but what may I more say than thanke God for providinge suche frendes to me, desiringe God to enriche me with ther [their] longe life, and me grace to be in hart no les thankeful to receyve it, than I nowe am glad in writinge to shewe it. And although I have plentye of matter, hire I wil staye [stop] for I knowe you ar not quiet to rede. Frome Cheston this present saterday.”

Link: national archives.gov.uk for

[fideidefenswhore]

God sent ofte tymes to good women, evell husbands.

Mary I to Lady Bray (1556)

[dawnagustd]

𝕌𝕟𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕪 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

The queen has made her list and checked it twice. She’s visiting those who have been naughty, and punishing them in ways that are oh so nice.

- Part of the Unholy Night Series.

series masterlist | jukebox (for song recs) | listen on spotify | main masterlist

Tracks:

♪ HOLIDAY - Lil Nas X || Sleigh Ride - TLC || WAP - Megan Thee Stallion ft. Cardi B || Unholy - Sam Smith ft. Kim Petras || Clout - Offset ft. Cardi B || Christmas EveL - Stray Kids || Santa Baby - Eartha Kitt || Christmas (Baby Please Come Home) - Mariah Carey || Chains - Nick Jonas || What Do The Lonely Do At Christmas? - The Emotions || Snowman - Sia || The Hills Remix - The Weeknd ft. Nicki Minaj || RATCHETIVITY - Shelby Swain || Tomorrow 2 - Glorilla ft. Cardi B || Ghetto Fantasy - Joseline Hernandez || God is a woman - Ariana Grande || Party Monster - The Weeknd || On It - Jazmine Sullivan ft. Ari Lennox || Vegas - Doja Cat || Lady Marmalade - Christina Aguilera, Lil Kim, Missy Elliot, Mya, P!nk || Oh Santa! - Mariah Carey, Jennifer Hudson, Ariana Grande ♪

Disclaimer: This story and playlist is only intended for mature audiences. Any minors caught reading or interacting will be blocked, for this a 18+ blog. These are my stories, visuals, and concepts. No copying, translating, or reposting is allowed under no circumstances. 

[kkusuka]

hq fics and drabbles

here are my headcannons 

all in chronological order (of their respective categories) 

Fics <3 

Mirror compliments <3

character: Ushijima, Tendou is mentioned

genre: angst to fluff, short story 

based on this prompt:  For the last few days, you’ve been getting ominous messages written in blood on your bathroom mirror. Turns out, they’re from an awkward ghost with a serious crush on you.

king <3  (song fic) 

character: kageyama, slight Hinata 

genre: angst?, short story 

Kageyama can be king again 

December 14th <3 

charcters: Atsumu and Osamu Miya 

genre: angst-ish, implied smut, yandere-ish 

synopsis: imagine being the object of both Miya twins affection? they’ve know you were theirs from childhood, it just took you a damn long time to realize it. 

Forever after All <3 

character: Oikawa tooru

genre: angsty, fluff-ish

song fic of Luke Combs “forever after all” 

synopsis: some things are worth waiting for ever for 

Should’ve worn gloves <3 (this isnt really a fic but i love it so much) 

genre: flirty fluff 

character: suna rinatrou 

synopsis: suna didnt wear gloves and your thighs look pretty warm 

Something about Atsumu Miya <3 

characters: Atsumu Miya 

genre: angst 

synopsis: there was something about Atsumu Miya that you couldn’t place.  Until you could. Or you go through what it feels like to go through the stages of a failed relationship with Atsumu.

Our Little Corner of the Garden <3 (a personal favorite) 

characters: Oikawa Tooru, slight Atsumu Miya 

genre: angst 

synopsis: the moment he had lead you into the small corner of the garden your heart was his.

4/25 <3 

characters: Kuroo Tetsurou  and Bokuto Koutarou 

genre: smut 

synopsis:  Your college chem class is kicking your ass so when your professor recommends you to Kuroo, who seems to come in a package deal with another owl-ish boy, you were more than thankful.

The Ladies room <3 

characters: Suna Rinatrou and Kenma Kozume 

genre: smut 

synopsis: your two new gamer friends don’t like when other guys talk to you

The locker room <3 

character: Sakusa Kiyoomi 

genre: smut 

synopsis: Locker rooms are where memories are made 

Anatomy Lessons <3 

characters: Ushijima Wakatoshi 

genre: smut 

synopsis: ushijima is not gifted in the ways of learning

Put on a show <3 

characters:  Suna rinatrou x reader x atsumu miya

genre: smut 

synopsis: you ride suna at a party and atsumu watches 

Level up <3 

characters: Kenma Kozume 

genre: fluff 

synopsis: the levels of your relationship with kenma 

Fuck ‘em to Sleep <3 

characters:  Kenma Kozume x reader x Kuroo Tetsuro

genre: smut 

synopsis: kenma’s gaming and you’re horny, what else to do but call Kuroo? 

Body of Glass <3 

characters: Iwaizumi Hajime 

genre: smut 

synopsis: he treats you like glass and all you want to do is get railed. 

The Velvet Room <3 

genre: smut 

characters: Tsukishima Kei and Kageyama Tobio 

synopsis: you go into a club run by the mafia, and happen to catch some attention. 

Painting <3 

(more of three separate drabbles) 

genre: smut 

characters:  Suna, Ushijima, and Sugawara

you make a painting out of a strenuous activity

Muddle <3 

genre: angst

character: ushijima wakatoshi 

he can’t bare the thought of losing you, it just took him a bit to realize. 

Broken chopsticks<3 

genre: smut 

character: Osamu

osamu likes watching you stake your claim just a bit to much

Drabbles <3 

until i say so <3 

characters: Sakusa and Atsumu 

genre: smut 

you don't do anything until sakusa says so 

Asking you out <3 

genre: angsty crack 

characters: sakusa, iwaizumi, ushijima, hinata 

drabbles about how thy freak out when they want to ask you out 

trusted <3

genre: angst 

character: Atsumu

a drabble about putting your trust in the wrong boy 

Mating press <3 

genre: smut 

character: Bokuto 

bokuto mating press’s his girlfriend

Toxic things pt. 1.5 <3 (part one is in the headcannons mlist) 

genre: angst 

charcters: oikawa, sakusa, atsumu, suna 

you break their hearts 

Lesson <3 

genre: smut, kinda dark 

characters: ushijima and sakusa 

ushijima doesn't know how to teach his whore a lesson, so who better to ask than sakusa?

cunny stuffers <3 

genre: smut 

characters: Ushijima, bokuto, sakusa 

they stuff you with cum 

Timid s/o pt.1 <3 

genre: smut 

characters: daichi, bokuto 

they help their timid s/o

 a boob perv <3 

genre: smut--ish (nothing explicit) 

characters: Kenma 

kenma really likes your boobs 

handjob <3 

genre: smut 

character: ushijima 

he really likes your hand around his cock

Thigh pillows <3 

genre: fluff 

character: suna 

suna’s tired and your thighs are great pillows 

Risky texts <3 

genre: crack, slight smut 

character: hinata 

you send your boyfriend a steamy text during practice 

Panty thief <3 

genre: smut-ish 

character: sakusa 

he likes to take your panties  

Timid S/o pt.2 <3 

genre: smut 

characters: kuroo, the miya twins 

they help their timid s/o 

Sharing <3

genre: smut 

characters: iwaizumi, oikawa, mattsukawa, hanamaki 

oikawa shows his friends everything, including you 

boobjob <3 

genre: smut 

characters: kenma 

kenma likes boobjobs

Pinning for porn <3 

genre: smut 

character: iwaizumi 

you wanna watch porn with your crush iwa-chan 

Kenma is a boob perv pt.2 <3 

genre: smut 

character: kenma 

you want your boyfriend to eat you our but he wants to play with your boobs

Lap space <3 

genre: kinda crack-ish 

characters: kenma, Kageyama 

a rivalry has formed for sleeping rights on your thighs 

Do i wanna Know? 

genre: smut 

character: Bokuto

he leaves you all tied up and needy 

Squirt <3 

genre: smut 

character: Kenma 

kenma like smearing your cum on your boobs 

Snowy weekend <3 

genre: crack, hints of smut 

character: Oikawa, mentions of Iwaizumi, Makki and Mattsun

a 3am food run leaves you and your boyfriend trapped in a car

Prying <3 

genre: fluffy crack 

character: Suna and Atsumu 

atsumu never stops prying into your relationship 

better <3

genre: smut

character: atsumu miya 

you prove that you can give a better blow job than some random fling

Little hole, Big men <3 

genre: smut 

characters: ushijima, bokuto, tsukishima, iwaizumi, aran, sakusa, kuroo, matsukawa

you have a tight little whole they love so much

Makeup <3 

genre: crack 

character: Oikawa Tooru 

you have an extremely pretty boyfriend 

A bet<3 

genre: smut 

characters: Tsukishima and Kuroo 

tsuki loses a bet, and kuroo is very happy

cosplayer s/o <3 

genre: smut 

character: kenma 

kenma loves his cosplayer girlfriend 

inarizaki pet play <3 

genre: smut 

characters: Kita, Aran, Suna, Osamu and Atsumu 

the title, lol 

3rd year hinata <3 

genre: smut 

character: HInata 

hinata is oblivious to his charm 

Huniepop <3 

genre: fluuf 

character: kenma

kenma plays games for far to long 

Memories <3 

genre: smut 

characters: suna aran, atsumu, kita

suna doesnt dwell on memories, we maybe just a few. 

sharing is caring <3 

genre: smut 

characters: atsumu 

atsumu dosen’t like to share

how they fuck you<3 

genre: smut 

characters: inarizaki mains 

Haikyuu dilfs; Breeding 

genre: smut 

characters: Ukai, Meian, romero, hiragumi 

they breed you poor cunt 

The degraders <3 

genre: smut 

characters: Sakusa, Tsukishima, Suna

you’re their pretty little bitch

Mr. Stuffed-owl <3 

genre: fluff

characters: bokuto

he doesn't understand why you like that stupid owl

ass, boob, or thigh?

genre: smut 

charaters: ushijima, bokuto, hoshiumi, kageyama, hinata, sakusa, aran, suna, atsumu

[seat-safety-switch]

One of the greatest pieces of civic infrastructure is the humble public park. There, you can encounter all walks of life, from the bird-feeding lady to the illegal ice cream vendor. As of late, with everyone trying to keep their distance from one another, the camaraderie that used to exist at my neighbourhood park has taken quite a few dings. And if there's one thing I know how to do, it's take dings out. I just... don't do it, okay?

In case you've never experienced it, a handbrake turn is something magical. Lots of cars these days no longer come with one, and instead trust a complicated series of motors and sensors to decide when you should have your e-brake on. Most of the time, it's probably correct. One of the specific circumstances which this future-tech arrangement does not cover? Using the skid handle to give your carbon-fibre-bodied, tube-framed Comet a little bit of English as you slide it across a frozen duck pond like a curling stone.

There's an art to attracting a spectacle. Most folks just assume that if you make enough noise, then everyone will turn up to watch it. This is totally false: when's the last time you responded seriously to a car alarm in your community? I know that it has been awhile for me, because my wheezing quarter-diesel Belvedere hasn't stopped believing it was being stolen since the Reagan administration, and isn't afraid to let everyone within a square kilometer know about it. No, what you need is the combination of speed and danger. Think Evel Knievel: yes, any able-bodied, law-abiding citizen could jump a motorcycle over a bunch of flaming school buses, but will they survive? It's in that gap of horror that the real crowds appear.

Drawing a crowd nowadays might be considered to be a sociopathic endeavour, reckless in the extreme. I made sure beforehand, however, to erect a series of elaborate partitions on the duck-pond viewing area, so that no two members of the public could intersect their relative Venn diagrams, if you get my drift, as they got my drift. Together, but apart, they all got to see me do about four-and-a-half burnies before the ice cracked and I ended up having to pump dead koi out of my rear differential that night. They all got something to talk about, though, and that's what the public park is really for: gawping at the freaks.

[immortalled]

“God, this is th' first scene of every cautionary tale ever.” - Bill / @caterva​

          A peculiar scene: Nathan, a pair of goggles on, sat in a little red wagon atop a very steep hill. Duct taped to the wagon? A half dozen bottle rockets like something out of a goddamn comic book. It’s Evel Knievel himself, ladies and gents.

          Nathan, turning to look at Bill, BIC lighter inches from the first fuse:

          “What makes you say that?”