#Volleyball Me

[notsuchasecret]

Trick or Treat - IwaKen

Come trick or treating in my inbox! Leave a “Trick or Treat” and a character or ship in an ask, and I’ll treat you to some autumn-themed fluff or trick you with some twisted spooky aus!

Trick So as usual, Ezzy and I have no chill, and may or may not have challenged each other to take a list of pretty, soft autumn prompts and use those for our tricks this year. At least, that’s what I heard, in between the sass and the frankly terrifying butter gifs… Anyway, this one’s prompt is “admiring the colors of the fallen leaves"

There was a soft and tender scent in the air, dark, wet earth beneath a cover of leaves that had not yet rotted or blown away from last year’s autumn. Hajime walked as silent as ever through the wide spaces between the trees. Part of him, a vague, half-formed part, wondered if he was even capable of something so human as noise anymore.

A sturdy breeze passed through the canopy, unhooking some of the leaves from their tethers above and sending them drifting down toward Hajime and the rest of the creepy things lurking amongst the roots. He reached up and caught one by the stem, twirling it between his fingers. This one was a mottled collection of colors, yellow and red with a hint of green still clinging here and there. A snapping twig behind him had him smiling. He didn’t even bother looking away from the leaf as he said, “You know, there are other ways to get my attention.”

“You shouldn’t be here.” Hajime’s smile went a little wider, and a little softer. “Gross. Don’t make that face.”

“You going to show yourself today?” Hajime asked. Another breeze moved through, and Hajime caught a second leaf. He settled it next to the first, a bouquet in the making. Kenma didn’t answer. “Okay. You don’t have to,” Hajime said, and walked on.

He knew Kenma was walking with him. The woods were growing silent, a moment’s pause as they neared the edge. Soon, the wailing would begin, the sobbing and the keening, all the sounds that Hajime wasn’t sure he could even produce anymore. Soon, when the fire reached the other end of the village tucked in a little bend in the treeline, like the elbow of a river, like the cradle of a valley, but never meant for human habitation. It was the natural order of things, and Hajime had set it right. Kenma had helped, his winds stirring and shaping the flames so that they lept from thatched roof to thatched roof, but left the treeline alone. Sure, they had kept it mostly away from the innocent. There were casualties in any war, though. The red of the leaves matched the blood on both of their hands.

Finally, Kenma did manifest, a small and cool hand slipping into Hajime’s own to pluck the leaves away. Kenma moved them to his other hand, then twined their empty fingers together. He considered the contrast, one pale yellow elm leaf and one red-gold-green from a maple.

“They’ll be back,” he said, not looking at Hajime. Hajime nodded, not looking at Kenma.

“They will,” he agreed. “The world spins, the leaves grow and fall and grow again, and humanity will rebuild. But we’ll be here to remind them when they forget, just as we have time and time before.” Kenma squeezed his hand and leaned into his side as they came to a stop at the treeline at last. From their place on the edge of the forest, they watched the human village burn.

[hinata-boke]

context:

i love having mismatched merch for characters, like here's kuroo tetsurou (18) high school volleyball player and his good friend bokuto koutarou (18) high school volleyball player

[kimbapisnotsushi]

haikyuu is NOT realistic!!!! and it's not because of the underdog plotline or the insane athletic skill or funky character designs but because in the timeskip everyone gets a job that they are perfectly content with and more or less suits them to a tee and don't seem concerned for their futures whatsoever all before the age of thirty

[dayurno]

(chainsmoking desperately) and another thing. the kevjean storyline makes all during/post-canon kandreil funnier. imagine you have been in love with a man for four years of your life but you convince yourself it doesn’t matter because he is straight and then you find out he does like men. men under 6ft. men with psych ward records. men wanted by the fbi. men who speak quebecois french. wouldn’t you just kill yourself. then you realize you can’t because he made you promise you wouldn’t.

[freakurodani]

bokuto is how akaashi fell in love with volleyball and volleyball is how bokuto fell in love with akaashi

[pcktknife]

lagoona redesign

reversed skin tone + alts with more pink tinted sleeves

[twiishaa]

guys meet the new love of my life

[nonranghaes]

heads up! volleyball au. seungkwan dealing with a minor injury (twisted ankle) + mentions of cheol being injured during sport in past.

seungkwan swears his entire body is on fire, and all he can do is focus on the bag of ice you're pressing against his ankle right now. he should be watching the team practice now. he should be paying attention to joshua's serve, or listening to jeonghan as he coaches from the sidelines, or watching to make sure no one else fucks up and lands on their ankle like he did trying to block mingyu's spike.

instead, he's just thinking about the way you have his injured ankle in your lap, an ice pack pressed against it. vernon ran to get something to wrap it in properly, this makeshift bag of ice the result of you combining a plastic bag with ice from the ice chest containing bottles of water.

"seungkwan?" you say quietly, and he finally drags his eyes away from the bag (and your hands) to look at your face. "it's okay if you're upset, y'know. accidents happen." the side of your hand is pressed against his skin as you shift the bag a little, careful to keep it from dripping onto him as it melts. "remember when cheol landed on his shoulder instead of his chest when he dived? he was fine." you pat his leg. "you'll be, too."

"he's not allowed to play," jeonghan says offhandedly, not looking over. "not until he sees a doctor and recovers." he looks over, smiling at the two of you. "i'm sure they'll watch over you for today, seungkwan."

his face is burning hotter now. shut up, jeonghan. shut up shut up shut up--

"i will!" you chirp, happy as can be, as if your very existence didn't set seungkwan on fire a little. butterflies in his stomach and all. butterflies on fire at this point, considering you're so casual about all of this. "don't worry about it. i'll take good care of him," you pat his leg again, that same fond smile on your face. "okay, seungkwan?"

if it were anyone else, he'd be flustered about it. maybe he'd even playfully jab at them. but with you, he just averts his gaze for a moment. "thank you," he says in a small voice that'll net him teasing once you're out of earshot. "i'll take care of you, too, if you need me."

and maybe he thinks it's stupid for him to have said it, considering he was injured and mentally kicking himself... but your smile soothes away those thoughts all too easily.

[2deadkat]

He lost a bet

[moonchildsisan]

something so erotic about fighting the enemies together

[traffrogers]

Cover for HOP au! A hermitcraft/volleyball webcomic written by @briefle and illustrated by me :D

[rivermaoo]

It was a funny attempt. rewatching haikyuu made me do this. But c’mon hear me out on this one

[frobby]

list of haikyuu character with actual real world jobs

-oikawa (accepted player for san juan Argentina )

-hinata (accepted player for sesi san paulo + japanese tourism ambassador for sendai japan)

-kageyama (japanese tourism ambassador for sendai japan)

-kuroo (appointed as special chief of japan's volleyball association's PR department)

[silverliing]

yes! also loving the idea of butch willow/femme lucille/lucy(???)

[aristotle0]

watching the Olympics truly puts my sport anime knowledge into use

[thatsrightice]

UMMMM

WHAT? IS??? THIS??????

THIS TIK TOK WITH A BEAUTIFUL EDIT JUST DROPS A BOMB SAYING THERE’S A BIRTH CERTIFICATE ON TWITTER AND I FIND THIS????? WITH NO EXPLANATION????

SERESHAWS YOU CANT JUST DO THAT TO ME WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

HIS MIDDLE NAME IS JACOB?

HE WAS BORN IN HONOLULU??

I AM UNWELL