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꒦ ikanaide : chapter two ! ꒦

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. . : oikawa stresses out after having lost to shiratorizawa yet again, and decides to take out his frustrations on volleyball. however, he loses himself in the midst of it all and tears a ligament in his leg, and there's no one there to help him. iwaizumi senses something's wrong and rushes to his side.

or, oikawa's an idiot and iwaizumi is just the pillar he needs.

again. they won again.

he could never win against them. they were too strong. too brilliant. too skilled. too talented, in ways that he never was, never could be. and it made him sick, all the way down to his very core.

it should’ve been impossible for shiratorizawa to defeat them over and over again. For three whole years, kitagawa daiichi has never been able to win a single match. and that record followed him all the way to seijoh. every single time, that wretched team would shut down every attack, close every opening the opposite team had. he even used his new setter dump, but they still managed to pick it up and slam the ball right back at them.

and it made him sick.

oikawa slammed yet another ball onto the court, his serve more powerful than any other serve he’s ever done. all the pent-up rage and frustration echoed onto the volleyballs, and he imagined each and every ball was going straight for ushiwaka’s stupid face. the bruise that would appear the next day on his face made it seem all the more appealing to him.

again.

and again.

ball after ball, serve after serve. he wouldn’t stop, not even after he used up all the balls in the bin. he just grabbed the second bin in the storage room and kept on going. no one would disturb him- everyone already left a couple hours ago. he was going to keep practicing until he got better, until he could defeat shiratorizawa.

and ushiwaka. he couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when he defeated him in their next match. the thought of his disappointed face sent thrills throughout oikawa’s body, and he kept on serving, chasing that dream. he wanted to see the look of disappointment on ushiwaka’s face. he wanted to make him feel what it was like to lose to your greatest enemy. he wasn’t going to let shiratorizawa win another match.

he had to make it to nationals this year. it was his last chance. the first qualifiers were only in a couple of months, he had to practice to perfect and hone all his skills. ushiwaka wasn't going to get the chance to beat him.

in the back of his head, he heard a voice yelling at him. it was quiet, but loud at the same time.

``do you think you're fighting by yourself? you've got to be kidding, you dumbass!``

oikawa shook his head vigorously, trying to get the voice out of his head.

``there's no one on our team who can beat ushiwaka one-on-one! however, there are six players on a volleyball court!``

he threw the ball up in the air again, hand colliding with the colored leather, sending it flying over the net and into the court.

``even if our opponent's some genius first-year, or ushiwaka, the team with the better six is stronger, you dumbass!``

he paused before serving his next ball, realizing who those words belonged to. if he found out what oikawa was doing, he might just kill him. a shudder went through oikawa's body, the room suddenly getting a couple of degrees colder. yep, iwaizumi was definitely on his way here. there was no doubt about it. he would burst through the door, headbutt oikawa, and yell at him while he dragged him all the way home.

encounters with him didn’t stray far from that. so oikawa didn’t really fear the upcoming future. it wasn’t like he was new to the abuse from his childhood best friend, it just came with the package. iwaizumi engraved that idea in his head, without even realizing it.

he did care about his best friend’s wishes, he did. but right now, iwaizumi was the last thing on his mind. he felt bad about it, but volleyball mattered more. he had to get better. for him. for the team. for seijoh.

defeat was bitter. the taste of it nearly made oikawa hurl every time. he wasn’t going to lose again.

and with that, another ball flew up in the air.

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iwaizumi was pissed.

very pissed. extremely pissed. his rage scared a couple of kids on his way home from aoba johsai. he muttered an apology to their parents, leaving them to attend to the crying children as he rushed home. he felt bad and was slightly offended that his face was that scary to them, but at the same time, he really couldn’t be bothered.

the events of the match rung in his head, the sound of balls slamming onto the court rivalled cymbals.

``ace my ass.`` he muttered, kicking a pebble into the road. ``what kind of ace can't manage to spike a ball they can't receive?``

he stopped at the intersection, looking at his surroundings. it was the area where he and oikawa would usually separate, as their houses were in different directions. it felt weird walking home without him. he had told the team he would clean up, claiming he needed some alone time. it was suspicious, but it made sense. who wouldn't want to be alone after losing to ushiwaka and his undefeatable team?

in all honestly, iwaizumi was worried about his friend. he could sense the tense aura around oikawa's body, the frustration emitting off of him when he told everyone to go home early. the sudden change in emotion scared the wits out of the first-years- they were the first ones out the door. matsukawa and hanamaki tried to reason with oikawa, but it was like he was unreachable. they both knew- no, they all knew oikawa's intentions. he was going to practice until his arms fell off, until he collapsed on the gym floor.

the ace of seijoh let out a sigh, and turned away from oikawa's street, heading down his own. the setter could manage himself. he was a third-year, too, he was capable of taking care of his body. he wouldn't let that happen to himself.

a bird flew alongside iwaizumi, tweeting at him. its melody wafted through the air, reminding iwaizumi of how oikawa's laughter flew with the wind, like a bird's song. he grimaced. that seemed to be ages ago, when oikawa was actually happy. everything was fake now, iwaizumi knew so. all the smiles the setter sent to his underclassmen when they asked him questions about volleyball, all the chit-chats he had with the millions of girls that crowded his locker- none of it had been genuine. oikawa knew what he was doing. smile and wave, and then everyone would leave you alone.

``dammit.`` iwaizumi cursed under his breath. he didn't think to talk to oikawa about any of his suspicions. he knew that he was just going to spiral into another of his self-hate episodes, taking out his frustrations on countless of volleyballs.

stop worrying about him. he'll be fine. he's eighteen, for fuck's sake.

iwaizumi pulled his necklace from out underneath his shirt, opening his front door with the key that hung from the thin ball-chain. there was a loud click, and it swung open. he called for his family, letting them know he was home, slipping his sneakers off and sliding into fluffy white slippers.

when he looked up from his feet, his mother and father were standing in front of him. ``oh, hey.``

``hajime.`` his mother started, tears in her eyes for her son. ``we heard what happened. we're so sorry.``

iwaizumi nodded, pushing past his mother, but not after giving her a warm embrace. ``thanks, ma. it's okay, we tried our best.`` his father watched as his son walked off, the number four on his back seeming to sag with the sadness that the ace felt.

the mattress creaked under iwaizumi’s weight as he flopped onto the duvet, spreading out his arms and legs like a starfish. kumo bounded up next to him, lapping at the sweat on his face, causing the teen to smile a little. he scratched behind kumo’s ears, laughing as she started giving him more kisses all over his face. it felt good. it felt like home.

he leaned over kumo to grab the remote, turning on the tv and navigating to the shows he had recorded previously. settling on a beloved godzilla movie, he leaned back with kumo and relaxed. this was nice. it was almost comfortable; he was starting to forget all about the events that happened a couple hours earlier. starting to forget all about the concerns and worries he had for oikawa.

forgetting things was a lovely thing.

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forgetting things was a painful thing.

oikawa had forgot how long he was at the gym for. the sky was pitch black- it seems like minutes ago that the sun was just starting to set. he glanced at the clock. he had been at this for six hours. volleyballs littered the court. beads of sweat were flinging off of his body. his practice jersey was absolutely soaked. he smelled horrible. no amount of deodorant could’ve prepared his armpits for this.

he could hear his phone ringing from the club room. a part of him wanted to answer the countless of calls, but at the same time, his heart was set on practice. practice, practice, practice. he had to get better. he had to practice.

so, he picked up another ball, soared through the air, and hit it as hard as he could.

the sound it made was bone-crushing. literally.

oikawa landed on the court and stumbled, falling to the ground on his side. he let out a silent scream, his mouth gaping but no sound coming out. he glanced down to his knee, letting out a small, sad gasp. the skin on his kneecap was completely red, and he could see some purple in the mix, too. it was starting to swell, but the pain made his concerns about how it looked seem miniscule.

it was like his bones were being crushed by a hammer. the pain came in waves. every time he felt his heartbeat, the pain would travel through his nerves and send the shocks all throughout his lean body.

he should’ve slowed down. he should’ve taken a break. he should’ve listened to iwaizumi.

the pain was almost unbearable- he couldn’t even walk. oikawa could still hear the constant buzzing of his phone going off in the clubroom. he needed to call someone. the police. his mother. iwaizumi. anyone.

he used his elbows to try and crawl over, but each time he moved, his knee would touch the wooden planks that made up the court. it sent more shocks of pain through his body. he resulted to just laying down on the floor and looking up at the ceiling.

people would find him eventually.

as he lay there, his mind rewinded and replayed all the scenes from the match he had against ushiwaka. actually, all the matches against him. all the times ushiwaka teased him, telling him he wasted his chances, and should’ve tossed for people who were worthy of his sets. the fact that he was trying to tell him that his own team wasn’t worthy of him as their setter pissed him off.

he pondered, brown tufts flowing along the cool breeze of the ac.

he wondered, was he ever strong enough?

ushiwaka would never have let himself get injured. he knew when to stop.

when will the pain go away?

when will it all just go away?

a tear escaped from within the prison of his eyes, squeezing out from underneath curled lashes. he wept silently, the surface of his eyes glossing over with his tears. the tip of his nose and his cheekbones began to tint red. he always was an ugly crier, but at the same time, he was a masterpiece. the way his face seemed to flush, how he trembled with each sob, was cause for his beauty.

oikawa was beautiful. he was known as such for his fame and popularity, from being the most notable volleyball captain seijoh’s ever had. he had such amazing form- his back was a legacy to his underclassmen watching him serve. the way his back curved into an arch, his arm shooting up as he aimed his shot. the way the ball would collide with his palm and sail over the net. the way it would hit just inside the boundary lines of the court, and the satisfying smack it made.

it was beautiful.

but judging solely from the state of his leg, he wouldn’t be able to do his famous jump serves for a while, at least; the cause for all his fame.

he wasn’t beautiful anymore.

he was broken. a pawn for shiratorizawa, simply because he was playing right into ushiwaka’s hand. losing over and over again to them resulted in their fame, in their popularity. they gained respect and power through all their wins.

and what was seijoh gaining from it? the fact that everyone now knows that they have never once managed to win a match against them? just a couple lousy sets here and there, that were mostly determined by shiratorizawa’s mistakes?

it was atrocious. seijoh was a powerhouse, after all. how come they could defeat every other team they went up against, but not shiratorizawa?

he wanted to give up so long ago. after losing so many times, he just wanted to give up. but he didn’t. because iwaizumi was right beside him, slapping his back and telling him to snap out of it.

the ace was always by his side.

where was he now?

``..iwa-chan? ``

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iwaizumi tossed and turned in his bed, unable to get comfortable and close his eyes. nothing lulled him to sleep- he even warmed up some milk a couple hours ago and chugged it, but it didn’t help him.

he groaned, rolling out of bed and sitting on the floor. it was dark in his room, but he could still make out certain things. kumo sat upright at the sudden noise, tilting her head to the side. iwaizumi smiled grimly at her.

the ace checked his phone, the veins in his forehead popping out once he realized oikawa still hadn’t viewed or responded to his messages.

iwaizumi was worried, he was. more pissed off than worried, but he still feared for his best friend.

the door to his room burst open, startling both kumo and iwaizumi. his mother stood in the doorway, worry lining her face. ``mama? are you okay? what happened?``

she padded over to her son, holding his hands and looking into his eyes- forest green mixing with ocean blue.

``honey, have you heard from toorū?``

iwaizumi faltered. their conversation had just started, and he already knew where it was going. ``n-no, i haven't. i've been texting him, but he hasn't read or replied to my messages. mom, what's going on?``

she smiled sadly, brushes a stray strand of hair behind her son's ear. it popped right back up, as expected of his unruly bedhead. ``oikawa-san called me, toorū hasn't come home yet, and he said he would come back at eleven. it's three in the morning.``

``w-what?`` iwaizumi gaped, checking his phone. she was right. the clock read three am. panic coursed through hajime's veins, and he stood up abruptly. ``i-i have to go find him. mom-``

iwaizumi-san smiled at him. ``i know. oikawa-san told me not to tell you, knowing that you would try to find him, no matter how late it was.`` she handed him a flashlight and his father's pocketknife for protection, in case he needed it. "do what you need to do to find him. bring him back home safe. you, too.``

he slipped the knife in his back pocket and gave his mother a tight hug. he was gripping onto her like she was his lifeline. ``ma, thank you. i'll call you when i find him.``

she smiled at her son. he was so mature and grown up- he didn't even think about the possibility that he couldn't find oikawa. he was so determined to bring the boy she considered her other son back home safely, so determined to find the boy he grew up with. ``of course. good luck, i know you'll find him.``

``yeah.`` iwaizumi sent her a grin, slipping on his aoba johsai jacket and bolting out the door. ``love you, ma!``

``love you too!``

slipping on his shoes, iwaizumi closed the front door behind him, and stepped out into the chilly morning air. in just three hours, he would have to be in his bathroom, getting ready for school. he sighed. there was no way he's going to school tomorrow- his mother wouldn't let him step foot outside the house after he brought back oikawa. shittykawa. where the hell was he, anyways?

he thought back to when oikawa ushered everyone out of the gym all so he could have some alone time. kindaichi was permanently scarred from the face oikawa had made- one of pain, heartbreak, and determination. the fear in the team's eyes as he turned on them with that expression was immaculate. iwaizumi would have to borrow that strategy.

letting out a puff of air, he started the fifteen minute trek to aoba johsai, wind in his hair and jacket flying behind him like a cape. he switched the flashlight on to light his way, and to avoid obstacles on the road as he ran.

iwaizumi would bring oikawa home, no matter the cost.

after what seemed like hours of running to iwaizumi, since every passing second felt like a minute, he finally arrived at the gym. thankfully, he couldn't hear any volleyballs, or the familiar squeaking of shoes on the floor. but, he could see light seeping from underneath the door, which either meant oikawa was still in there, or he left the lights on.

he put his hand on the door knob, pausing for a second. if oikawa was in there, what would he say? if he wasn't, then where the hell was he? what if he got kidnapped? or, what if he's just at a fangirl's house eating ice-cream and watching alien documentaries because iwaizumi wouldn't?

iwa shook his head furiously. it's fine. he would just open the door and check. if he wasn't in there, he'd turn off the lights and lock up.

taking a deep breath, the handle turned and iwaizumi stepped in.

oikawa was there. laying sprawled on the court, eyes closed.

``hey, oikawa?`` iwaizumi started, padding over to him slowly. he knelt down beside him and nudged his shoulder, his face paling when he got no reaction. he shook his shoulder harder, all the panic and worry coming back in mere seconds. ``oi, toorū! wake up, you idiot!``

it took him a couple of minutes to get oikawa to wake up. his eyelashes fluttered, mouth parted in a groan, and hazy brown eyes met panicked olive green ones. ``hey, iwa-chan.`` he gave him a loopy smile, his face contorted in pain. ``w-what time is it?``

``it's three in the morning, oikawa.`` iwaizumi replied, smiling softly at his friend. he couldn't help but feel a little happy. his heart about shattered into a million pieces when he saw him laying on the floor, and not reacting to him practically kicking down the door. ``you've been here for thirteen hours.``

oikawa grimaced. he didn't think he'd been at it for that long. and he wasn't. he passed out from the pain after eight hours, and just kind of slept on the floor. but iwaizumi didn't need to know that. ``oh, really? i guess i lost track of time, sorry, iwa!`` he laughed and sat up, trying not to let the pain show through his façade. he looked around at all the volleyballs, whistling. ``looks like i made a mess. help me clean up?``

the ace nodded, standing up and extending a hand to his teammate. oikawa clasped it, soft fingers wrapping around calloused ones, and iwaizumi lifted him up effortlessly. ``you good?`` he asked, noticing his stiff stance.

he nodded. ``yep, iwa-chan, i'm-`` he gasped, holding his knee and falling forward, making sure he didn't land on it. he let out a guttural, shaky shout, tears leaking from his eyes. iwaizumi rushed to his side immediately, holding his friend and looking at him with a face full of confusion and concern.

``s-shit, oikawa, are you okay?`` he instinctively held him close to his chest, like he was afraid someone was going to come along and take him. oikawa laughed lightly through his tears, leaning his head back and exposing his adam's apple.

``i fell and tore something.`` he removed his hands from his leg, revealing the swollen knee. iwaizumi's complexion paled- this was the worst injury he's ever seen in his life. no one he's ever known has been injured this badly. he prodded it gently, his heart breaking more and more every time oikawa winced. if it hurt that bad, when would he be able to play again? judging from the look of it, he would have to go through physical therapy, and possibly a cast or splint of sorts, since it was impossible for oikawa to walk on it. the setter's voice creeping into his ears snapped him back to reality. ``hajime, it hurts.``

he nodded grimly, swinging oikawa's arm over his shoulder and lifting him up effortlessly.``i got you. we'll take you to a hospital.``

``but the gym-``

``it's fine. i'll call coach later and tell him what happened.`` oikawa nodded, wrapping his arms around iwaizumi's neck, holding him close. he let his face rest in between the ace's pecs, feeling safe from the warmth.

iwaizumi pulled out his phone, quickly dialing matsukawa's number and holding the phone to his ear. the latter answered the call on the third ring, his little `yo` cutting through the tense silence he and oikawa had surrendered to. ``mattsun. get here. now.``

``huh, where? what's going on?`` his voice with tense, wary with panic and confusion.

``the gym. we need your car.`` iwaizumi met oikawa's eyes, asking for permission to tell him what happened. without any words being exchanged, oikawa understood, and gave him a small nod. ``oikawa injured himself. it's bad, he can't walk. i need to get him to the hospital, but i don't know if i can carry him all the way there.``

there was silence, then they heard the faint jingle of keys, and a door slamming shut. a car engine revved, and the sound of tires squealing made them both wince. ``on my way. oikawa, you there?``

``mh.`` oikawa mumbled in response, looking at iwaizumi with half-lidded eyes. ``i'm here.``

``good. talk to me? what happened?``

oikawa raised his eyebrows at the command, but complied nonetheless. ``i- um, i wanted to practice my serves.. but i tore something in my knee, i think.``

matsukawa cursed, honking the car's horn. ``move, you idiot!- sorry. there was an old man just sitting on a green light. how bad does it hurt, from a scale of 'dang that kinda hurts' or 'i want to cut my fucking leg off right now?'``

the setter giggled, leaning his head back as he did so. ``i-i guess it's a nine, then. i can forget the pain's there when i'm thinking about something else, but i can still feel it.``

``ah, yeah, i'd say a nine's pretty bad.`` matsukawa shut off the engine, and they could hear car doors slamming, and the loud pound of his footsteps. the doors to the gym swung open once again, revealing a very agitated and poorly dressed mattsun. ``i'm here. you okay?``

oikawa nodded, still nuzzling into iwaizumi's chest. ``mh. tired.``

``you can't be tired, we got to get you to a hospital.``

``i can't not be tired. it just happens.``

``well, wake up-``

iwaizumi slammed a hand over mattsun's mouth, the vein in his forehead popping out once again. ``instead of fighting, why don't we focus on getting him to a damn hospital?``

``yeah, right. uh-`` mattsun held his hands out for oikawa, much to iwaizumi's confusion. ``i can take him from here, you want to clean up, right?``

the ace glared up at him, shaking his head. ``i got it. you'll probably drop him.`` ignoring matsukawa's shouts of protests, he pushed past him and stalked to the latter's car. ``i just need you to drive. coach will take care of the mess.`` matsukawa sighed.

``alright.``

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``how is he?``

iwaizumi had stood up immediately when he saw the nurse walk out of oikawa's room, matsukawa and hanamaki following suit. iwa and mattsun decided to text makki once they got to the hospital, along with coach about toorū's situation. irihata had went to the gym to clean up the mess, and hanamaki had rushed to the hospital as soon as the text was sent, not even bothering to reply.

the nurse smiled at him. ``he's okay. he'll be fine, so don't you worry!`` the group let out a breath they didn't know they were holding, extremely relieved. ``but, oikawa-kun's going to have to stay off his leg for a while.``

``yeah? what's wrong with it?`` hanamaki stepped forward, getting more worried by the second.

``well, he has something called an acl tear. does he play any sports?``

matsukawa nodded. ``yeah, we all play volleyball together.``

the nurse let out a sigh. ``that would explain it. he tore the acl ligament in his right knee, so he'll have to do some physical therapy for a while. it's swelling pretty badly, so i'd advise you to make sure he doesn't put much weight on it, unless he's practicing some leg exercises.``

``w-wait, so he can't play volleyball anymore?``

``no, not at the moment. it'll be too risky and painful for him. he'll have to take a couple months off.`` the nurse paused, placing a finger under her chin as she checked the papers she had of toorū. ``however, he can get a surgery for it, which will decrease the amount of months he'll have to wait to play again. does that sound appealing?``

the group nodded, which wasn't extremely surprising to the nurse. she smiled sweetly at them, before gesturing to the room oikawa was in. ``well, i'll talk that up with his doctor and parents. in the meantime, you all can see him, if you'd like.``

they nodded. ``yeah! arigatō!`` they thanked the nurse, then rushed towards oikawa's room, pushing and shoving at each other to be the first one in. iwaizumi made it through first, being the bulkier of the three. he peeked around the curtain surround oikawa's bed, letting out a tiny gasp. there the setter laid, looking up at him with big brown eyes. he looked so vulnerable in that state. wide-eyed, nervous, with his wrapped leg propped up on a couple of pillows.

hanamaki and matsukawa finally made it through, coming to stand next to iwaizumi with somber looks on their faces. they all looked down at him, and he could read them all like a book. they pitied him.

``c'mon.. don't look at me like that..`` oikawa mumbled, a blush rising to his cheeks. he glanced down at his leg, finally realizing what kind of situation he was in, and was getting embarrassed.

``does it hurt?`` iwaizumi stepped forward and knelt beside oikawa, pushing the brown tufts out of his eyes. the captain smiled at the gesture, appreciating the warmth of his best friend's hand as he had let it stay on his forehead.

he nodded, wincing as the movement jostled his leg a little. he probably shouldn't move too fast. ``yeah. really bad, too.`` he turned on his side, facing away from his friends, and mumbled ``i'm sorry.``

``for what?`` matsukawa asked, his forehead creasing in worry.

oikawa turned to him with tear-filled eyes, the tip of his nose turning red. ``i.. i promised you i wouldn't overwork myself, but..`` he laughed bitterly, rubbing at his eyes. ``look where i am now. i'm such a liar.``

iwaizumi stiffened, and clenched his fist. he knew he should've gone back to check on oikawa earlier. if he didn't fall asleep, oikawa might not have been in the position he was now. it was his fault. his fault that oikawa was in pain. ``kusokawa.``

``what're you calling me that for!`` the captain protested, biting his bottom lip to keep from pouting at his best friend. ``it's rude, you know?``

``you're an idiot.`` iwaizumi reached out and clasped oikawa's hand in his own, looking into his brown-doe eyes. oikawa had to stifle a laugh. the ace's face was so red, it looked like it might burst. ``the biggest idiot i know.``

``are you just trying to insult me?``

oikawa hit his arm lightly, teasing him a little, which brought smiles to all of their faces. they really hoped they would still see his smile, even if he was in a situation as bad as this. iwaizumi took a shaky deep breath, and continued. ``you're an idiot, but i'm so proud of you. i don't know a single person who wouldn't just give up on all their hopes and dreams because of this-`` he gestured to oikawa's knee while talking.

``what makes you so sure i won't give up volleyball, iwa-chan?``

``the look in your eyes. you're determined to get better. i know you won't quit. you're not a quitter, oikawa.`` iwaizumi said firmly, squeezing oikawa's hand. the latter looked down at their intertwined fingers, the blush rising to his cheeks again.

he looked back up at iwaizumi and met his eyes. ``you really know everything, huh, hajime?``

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toss. run. jump. serve.

toss. run. jump. serve. break.

``phew!`` oikawa exclaimed, swiping a bead of sweat from his forehead. ``that was a workout! iwa, mind if i take a quick break? i won't be long!``

iwaizumi nodded, maybe a little too quickly. ``go ahead.``

the captain grinned, blowing his ace a kiss. ``thank you, iwa-chan~!" he skipped off out of the gym with his bag in hand, probably to get a sweet drink or snack from one of the many vending machines spread out in their school.

he watched the captain go off into the distance, smiling at the sight. just four months ago, it seemed like oikawa would never recover from his acl tear. he was in absolute shackles. a mess. there wasn't a day where he didn't cry in iwaizumi's arms, didn't almost want to give up.

but he pushed through.

he made it.

the amount of mental strength the captain had was atrocious. iwaizumi loved that about him. every time he'd prove that he was strong, the ace would get tingles all over his body. the thrill of having an insanely cool best friend was awesome. he felt like a little kid again, the little hajime who would always brag about how awesome his best friend, toorū oikawa, really was.

he was really beautiful.

``iwa-chan, you dozing off over there?`` iwaizumi snapped back to reality when oikawa's light-hearted voice speared through his thoughts. he put on a grim face, turning away from him.

``screw off and go practice. i'm not dozing off, you just want an excuse to slack off.``

oikawa gasped, putting a hand over his heart. ``i am offended! you know what? i'll show you!`` he stalked off and grabbed a volleyball, muttering obscenities under his breath. ``stupid iwa-chan. slacking off? ha! i'll show him.``

toss. run. jump. serve.

and show him he did.

─── injuries.

chapter 3 !

#oikawa tooru #oikawa tooru's injury #ik he injured his ankle i just wanted to do a knee fic bc acl tears are sucky :(#iwaizumi hajime #iwaoi fluff #iwaoi brainrot #fluff for the soul #matsukawa issei #mattsun lowkey simps for oikawa #hanamaki takahiro #hospitals #mizoguchi #irihata #ushijima wakatoshi #he's not even here but he's mentioned

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arturas-writes · 4 years ago

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so I already have two different KotOR 2 fics running (one as a series, one as a multichapter doohickey) but a thought occurred to me today and now I really want to write it because I kind of love the potential even though usually I’m not fond of the concept

hear me out:

genderswapped Atton.

snarky, fast-shooting, ex-Sith assassin female Atton, who goes for the ribbed jacket and sensible shirts over V-necks because a) scars, b) warmth, c) protection and d) she’s enough of a flirt to (usually) get what she wants without having to resort to physical sex appeal

seeing the Exile for the first time and throwing all her best lines at him only to be stymied because no romance subplots he’s guilt-wracked, a bit freaked out over Kreia, super freaked out over hearing the Force again, and most importantly ace as hell

deciding to stick with him anyway because unrequited love he helped her and he’s interesting and easy on the eyes... then because the old witch breaks into her mind and, well, at least there’s a convenient excuse now

being jealous when the Handmaiden arrives and the Exile doesn’t kick her off the ship immediately and trying to chalk it up to protectiveness because the Handmaider is clearly a pawn of Atris. (things do not improve when she sees the Handmaiden doing exactly what she would being ridiculously forward with the Exile (who she knows doesn’t know better) during the Echani sparring sessions)

being more jealous when Visas arrives and the Exile saves her, like she isn’t the most obvious Dark Jedi this side of the galaxy (never mind he changes that, the way he changes everyone)

don’t even talk to her about Mira - that red-headed schutta is so obnoxiously unsubtle and so painfully non-violent it’s infuriating. where does she get off being all holier-than-thou when she turns people in for credits anyway?

(realistically she’s just projecting because knows she’s at the bottom of a deep pile despite the fact she was there first and she loves the hell out of that dumb Jedi more than anyone ever could, but when’s she ever been good at being honest with anyone, let alone herself?)

then That Conversation happens and - to her amazement - she’s not thrown off the ship immediately. there’s a gap between him finding out and agreeing to train her in the Force but even that only strengthens her resolve that she’s full ride or die for him even if he’ll never look at her the way she looks at him

slowly warming up to the others as light side points accrue adventures occur and it becomes evident that the Exile is just... dense when it comes to romance (because the idea that he might be ace never occurs to her - a guy not interested in sex? - but obliviousness is an easy answer, especially given the whole Jedi thing)

(though she never quite gets as close to Visas or Brianna as she does Mira, because no matter what she tells herself she’s still a bit jealous of them both. Mira, on the other hand, is blatant about her non-romantic-like of the Exile, is nearly as good a shot as Atton is, and apprehensive about the whole Jedi Padawan thing too)

(Mira never tells her about the conversation on Nar Shaddaa because stars, Atton’s crush is the most obvious thing in the world, and the Exile made it clear that though he is fond of her he isn’t going to do anything until he’s dealt with the Sith threat)

both the Handmaiden and Visas make their moves as the party heads into endgame. Atton doesn’t know how to respond when they’re both (politely, kindly, gently) turned down because on the one hand that might maybe, possibly mean she’s in with a chance but on the other, if he turned both of them down and he’s made no passes at Mira, how the hell does someone like her have even the slightest chance?

(it doesn’t matter. she made her choice on Peragus; she’ll always flirt and she’ll always love him have his back, no matter whether he feels the same or not)

Malachor V happens and hey, it’s not like she really gives a damn about herself much these days as long as the Exile’s safe so after the confrontation with Kreia goes south she books it. she runs into Sion and gets mauled to hell and back enabling dying declarations but (of course) ends up surviving because I am a sucker for that shit she’s an emotionally stunted dumbass who won’t tell her crush she loves him unless there’s no consequences when it goes badly (because it was never going to go well) but consequences Must Happen

post-game, there are awkward discussions and it turns out that that cute, dumb Jedi loves her too but figured a) saving the galaxy had to come first and b) she’d hard-pass him with the whole no-sex thing given how hard she was flirting with him (also a bit of c) he genuinely couldn’t tell how sincere she was being because he’s seen her flirt with so many people, dammit, how was he meant to know she actually meant it with him?)

conversations occur blah blah blah sickeningly cheesy and cliche happy ending because I write tragedy or cheese no inbetween of course

(alternatively she dies at Malachor but at least gets to know she did good, and that he knew she loved him, but happy ace/allo seems a lot more satisfying than Pure Angst(TM) and ace men don’t seem to get a lot of look-in as it is)

(alternatively-alternatively Exile is not ace but fulfils every cliche of “Jedi being blushing virgins” in the book, because I’m a sucker for subversion, but that seems a lil too obvious to be properly enjoyable to write.. and I have plenty of opportunities to play with/subvert the nervous-first-time crap in The Last to Know continuum anyway)

#oh look here's 1k words on a thing that will probably never actually be written #though I kind of really want to #even if it's just vignettes instead of an Actual Story #I wish I could draw because I feel like that would work so well for the little scenes in my head instead of word vomit #kotor 2 #atton #atton rand #atton x exile #au ramblings #writing

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incorrect-hs-quotes · 5 years ago

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oohohoho you just opened the deepest can of worms on the planet

-mod dave, who wrote a fucking ten mile essay

first off, addressing the second anon, no theyre all humans. h., half humans at least. cause yall know me i fucking love my humanstuck aus off my ASS

(that would be funny as hell though. a troll from space walking into a camp on earth going “I AM THE SON OF ONE OF YOUR EARTH GODS. BITCH” like... holy shit)

so first things first their parents. im gonna lay this out, the beta kids and trolls are all greek (EXCEPT sollux hes roman cause his parent has no greek equivalent), and all the alpha kids and trolls are those gods roman equivalents (,,EXCEPT dirk cause he kinda balances sollux being roman out). i havent figured out how thatd happen like 16+ times yet cause in the percy jackson books theres only ever been one instance of two siblings of the same godly descent being greek and roman respectively in HISTORY so like.. i guess th. i guess thats just not a problem in this au

anyway this gets really long so im gonna talk about the beta kids and trolls cause i havent elaborated on the alphas at all ((peep the tags if you wanna see their parents though))

johns the son of zeus, rose is the daughter of athena, dave is the son of apollo, and jade is the daughter of demeter. they were all raised in their respective states, all had to come to new york for various reasons. jades been there the longest, shes been there 9 years and shes been on a couple quests. her biggest accomplishment so far is how she protected the camp from this big vicious angry hellhound that got past the barrier. naturally the girls fluent in Dog Training, so she steps up and instead of trying to kill this thing, she reaches out and tames it as fast as she can. it ends up actually working, and ever since that day she, her cabin, and the camp have a whole bodyguard sleeping right outside the demeter cabin! hes her steed in battle and hes a Very Good Boy. and his name is becquerel

johns the newest kid at camp, he has no idea who he is or why the fuck his school got attacked or why in the hell those anemoi thuellai were so fixated on him or HOW in the hell he absorbed the lightning one threw at him and ended up fine,,, hes just a big mess right now. a big enough mess that when he got claimed by literally zeus, no one else was around, he shrugged it off as some basic magical happening, and he stayed in the hermes cabin far longer than he should have cause no one! fucking knew he got claimed! by zeus of all people! dumbass. he ends up figuring it out though. like an off-hand mention about how this “weird lightning thing appeared above my head a couple weeks ago, haha weird right?” once he figures it out he realizes “hey i might be able to fly” so he sneaks off into the woods to try it. he succeeds fairly quickly but god almighty everyones face the one day the dude just yote himself off a small cliff without warning,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

dave and rose are really tight, theyve been there roughly the same time length, and since their cabins are across from each other they just bother each other all the time. daves the resident Doctor even though he really doesnt look it cause hes got the apollo powers. apollo is the medicine god. so if you wound your stupid ass in battle daves in the ER room patching you up with his glowy hands. rose on the other hand is a very good strategist. shes one of the only athena kids ever recorded to actually have a power - telekinesis. she has no idea how she developed it, she thinks its from birth, but it freaks her out. shes training it though.

so the beta trolls, are also all human(ish). aradias hades kid. but i pulled a pjo trope on her based on one of my favorite characters (im not saying for spoilers, but if you recognize the situation, You Probably Know Who Its Based Off) and aradia died. her mom, the handmaid, had been pulling some Shady Ass Shit and ended up getting herself killed, but aradia tried saving her and ended up going down with her.

so handmaid gets sentenced to the fields of punishment in the underworld, and aradia gets sentenced to elysium, heroes paradise. shes like “no i want my mom to be okay” so they take that away from aradia and they put them both in the fields of asphodel, the neverending grey space for Not So Good But Not So Bad people. her mom becomes a shade (shadow spirit, no human resemblance), as all people do, but aradia. doesnt? and she gets dunked in the fucking river lethe and if you dont know what that does it erases your memory. so she just. comes out of the river like “hello? wgat tae fukc goin on??” but she still remembers one thing. there was an “a” in her name.

tavros is the son of hermes, hes just kinda taken on the role of backup counselor for when the actual cabin counselor is out. hes in a wheelchair, but he also has prosthetic legs for when he needs to actually stand up and fight. hes really good at it too. also catch him in winged converse cause he Owns Those and Uses Them To His Advantage. hes trying his best to keep focused on the camp, cause aradia was his childhood friend, he misses her a whole lot, she never got to camp in the first place. and to his knowledge, shes still dead.

sollux is a janus kid. thats a problem cause janus is roman, and this is a greek camp. he grew up with dave, he showed up with dave, hes been at camp as long as dave. but hes been unclaimed since he showed up so he thinks hes unwanted by whatever parent he has. he knows hes a demigod, he got through the camp barriers, so what the fuck is wrong with him? he also feels shitty cause hes shit at the greek lessons, he cant read a lick of it which literally every demigod without exception should be able to do, he cant name any gods- well, he can, but.. he gets their names mixed up. why does he keep calling poseidon “neptune”? and he has a much, much different way of natural fighting than other kids. they slice, he jabs. he wasnt taught to jab.

karkat is an aphrodite kid with vitiligo, and to make matters worse, hes ace and on the aro spectrum. to make matters WORSE, the aphrodite kids are kinda notorious for being really shallow, really materialistic, and really mean. karkats been dubbed the “runt” of the cabin, he gets made fun of for his spots to the point where he uses make up and magic to conceal them. worst of all? hes the kid of the goddess of love, for fucks sake. being reminded that “loveless people shouldnt be able to stay in this cabin, mom must have made a mistake claiming you” is kind of.. a blow to the self esteem. long story short he hates aphrodite for claiming him, and would have rather stayed in the hermes cabin. but he eventually goes on this big quest thats vague as fuck right now but Its The Main Plot, he ends up proving to himself that hes worth something and that his siblings are wrong, and my FAVORITE LINE IN THE WHOLE THING i came up with is HIS when he deals a final blow to some big monster: “REMEMBER MY FACE THE NEXT TIME YOU REINCARNATE. MY NAME IS KARKAT VANTAS, I’M THE SON OF APHRODITE, AND LOOKS CAN KILL.”

nepeta isnt anywhere near developed as others are unfortunately, shes a daughter of ares and shes really really good at hand to hand combat. shes small but she leads groups of people in things ranging from camp volleyball games to actual literal wars. shes a tough little shit

kanaya isnt really developed either, i have yet to figure out most of her powers too actually, shes a daughter of iris, the rainbow goddess though. (blatant reference to both kanayas vampirism and. h. her. sh. es ga. gay) ONE THING SHE CAN DO THOUGH is iris message at will without water or drachmas so really shes just everyones go to cell phone and its fucking hilarious cause people just come into the cabin like “KANAYA I NEED TO TALK TO [X]” and shes like “You Better Fucking Pay Me I Am Not Your Personal Cell Phone”

terezi is the daughter of nemesis and she has this really peculiar power she hasnt really gotten the hang of yet. she has synesthesia, so while she cant see she can smell and taste the colors of her surroundings and its really helpful. sometimes though she gets messages from her mom. they dont even come as dreams half the time, they come as almost a different plane altogether. tez has the power to literally tip the scales, pretty much. and when she gets like that, she can see. shes not on earth though, shit on earth stops when shes like that. shes just kinda In Her Own Head, i guess? and in her head she holds the two scales in her hands. she is the arms of the scale. and depending on which one she lifts up, she can literally alter the fate of the battle or happening thats going on By Herself. once she chooses she just whooshes back to real life though and nothing has changed. the only downside? it takes a LOT of energy and cant be exploited for little things. her one thing on her bucket list is to tap into said powers while getting something from a vending machine so like three things will fall out but it hasnt happened yet and shes upset

vriskas a daughter of tyche, the luck goddess, come the fuck on you knew i was gonna, i havent really elaborated on her either and im upset about that. but hey now you get a break from all those fucking paragraphs

equius is a hephaestus kid, and he kinda stays in the background. hes a range fighter, he spends a lot of time in the forge, and even though its been a project looooong since forgotten, hes been excavating the tunnels under cabin nine for years. by himself. he has no idea where they lead, but dammit hes gonna find out where. he has no idea about a certain bunker in the woods though...

gamzees just there for a fucking laugh tbh hes a son of dionysus and i love that cause hes the god of wine and parties and insanity. usually gamzees just zoning out somewhere hes Not supposed to be, and hes not affected by the maenads FUCKED UP BULLSHIT that goes down the forest sometimes. also hes so fucking scared of tavroses wing shoes he tried them on once while he was high and JESUS CHRIST

eridan is the son of kymopoleia, a SUPER obscure goddess. lets just say dont fuck with eridan cause his mom is the goddess of violent sea storms,

and naturally, feferi is the daughter of poseidon. cause who the FUCK else would she be the daughter of. WHO. NAME ONE GOD

OH AND JUST CAUSE I FORGOT CALLIE AND CALIBORN ARE SATYRS IN THIS AU. CALLIE HAS PAN PIPES. and caliborn still has a gun

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magic-multicolored-miracle · 5 years ago

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Nancy Drew: The Curse of the Dark Storm

So, I really liked this episode. It was atmospheric and exciting, moved the mystery along while still giving us new questions, and had some moments that showed off character cleverness.

I also really like that the show is making it so that her friends are just as clever as Nancy is and really able to share the mystery-solving equally depending on the situation/circumstances. In fact, so far we’ve seen more puzzle-solving from Ned, sorry Nick, than we have from Nancy. Get on your game Drew.

As usual, context-less commentary there below:

What is with your accent right now Ace? You got all…southern

Ah good. George is being practical about it and does not believe she’s marked for death. 10/10 appreciate you’re logical

I mean because we saw him pull something out, we as the audience know the text is referring to Nancy’s mom’s car. But he’s a MECHANIC, that text could have meant ANY CAR

If he were a murderer, this confrontation would be an excellent way to get yourself killed girl

Ok, I liked her attitude at first, but it’s starting to get one-not and annoying

Do you not have an office building Carson? Or at least a room where your confidential client conversations can’t be eavesdropped on?

What natural causes could have killed her suddenly?! She was a young, healthy woman in her 20s/30s who randomly dropped dead in a diner parking lot. Really?!

Is there anything you people don’t have a ghost story attached to?

I swear, Yelp! must sponsor the show or something

Rat on your boyfriend or go to prison. Thanks for those great options, Karen… Also her felony charges are unrelated to the murder so they shouldn’t be dropped because you find someone more likely to be guilty of that (legally) unrelated crime.

Congrats Nancy, you made things worse!

Kate’s a social worker now instead of a journalist? Interesting. I wonder how much it’s going to matter ultimately

I mean that’s what you get for heating a completely empty coffee pot…and having dangerous decorations precariously hung…and…dammit please don’t let curses be real

Also, Rita is a new person several episodes in. Tragic, or suspicious. Only time will tell which.

Will solving the clock lead to Josiah Crowley’s real will?!

A salt circle stops demons not curses usually. And why did you need a how-to video for making one?!

I felt that way about Edith Wharton in my English class too. Although we were reading Ethan Frome.

Not going to lie, but the way Nick is talking about her and the one quote he read, calling books their “secret language,” it all adds up to a very romantic-feeling picture of their relationship and I hate it because it would be the second weird, creepy adult-child relationship in the show, or alternately I hate it because the CW’s subliminal messaging is getting to me

That thing does not look like a B&B at all. Certainly not one I would ever want to stay at…

Why are you so obsessed with money?

Even if this was not a terrible clichéd idea, you are in a professional meeting and should not have wandered out of it, dumbass

Under the influence can also explain away ghosts…I can work with that

Snerk. Dad car.

Oh no, poor Bess…

She was going to make this into some sort of library or reading-centered community center, wasn’t she?

Again, confrontations that can lead to major problems, so maybe don’t have them in creepy buildings in the middle of a storm. Know your tropes.

I feel like we could appreciate this whole “Nick solves an important puzzle” thing more if we had the context and information to be thinking about it ourselves too, or if he and Nancy were starting from the same basic info and he’s working it out faster/better.

Glad you figured its in the kitchen, whatever “it” is, but hiding would be an excellent idea right about now, not getting caught sneaking about on a dead woman’s property, especially since you’re a major suspect in said death.

He already told you it’s being made a public landmark. That means you can’t strip it for parts to sell, idiot.

Carson, asking the smart questions, but much like your daughter, wrong place wrong time is how people DIE

Hell yeah! Cask of Amontillado!

So all this was for or because of Nick? That’s…concerning…

Shit, they’re gonna get caught…

Has Nick been wearing gloves? Or are his fingerprints all over everything now?

Well shit. Poor timing Karen.

I really like how each character has a color associated with them. Nancy is blue, George is green, Bess is yellow, Karen seems to be purple.

Aren’t your legs cold Nancy?

That speech was sweet. Melodramatic, but sweet.

I do not like Karen.

Who the hell are you Rita?! And why are you so creepy af? Oh good, so she was never really there. Awesome. Goddammit.

Nick, you don’t need to open these wounds just to build trust. Although I did kinda suspect it was something along the lines of protecting someone else, or that the person was abusing him somehow, or maybe just racist and trying to kill Nick, but the first is the plainest/surface “what good guy” justification, almost cliché at this point, to be honest.

Thank you for that levity Ace. It’s part of why I’ve quickly come to love you.

Perfectly timed dramatic sunlight after the storm is perfectly timed and dramatic.

There’s no hole in the floor where she pulled that out…

$5mil in Bearer Bonds is exactly the kind of thing Ryan Hudson would have been looking for, and might have killed to get… Don’t do anything stupid Nick…

Oh, we’re intervening in the Bess situation, good. Or at least as much as she’ll let you.

Jut…forget what you know Carson. It’s for the best.

Creepy ghost, maybe, I don’t know, fuck off?

So I was technically right that Rita was tragic, just in a creepy/sus. Way

If you did, it seems like you’re just consolidating killers under one roof. Since we’re still being expected to believe that Carson is responsible for “Dead” Lucy

Trailer: Alright, so it looks like it might be a Bess-centric episode, which is cool since we don’t know much about her. But also, I’m just going to have to accept that ghosts are real in this version of things, aren’t I? I refuse and intend my denial to last at least the first 5 episodes. Fight me.

#CW Nancy Drew #Nancy Drew tv show #Nancy Drew 2019 #its cheesy and tropey and definitely not the Nancy Drew I grew up with #but I think I actually like this show #so far so good #I'm really bad at staying on top of my watch-and-post system #semi-liveblogging

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scoundrels-in-love · 6 years ago

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Alright, let's go. These numbers will be totally random, courtesy of my dice: 7, 8, 17, 18, 20, 35, 41 and 44 for the OC questions.

Did you roll a d100 or just summed up multiple smaller dices for the big numbers? Nerd’s gotta know. Also thank you so much for asking.

Annnd under cut because it got hella long.

Send me an OC ask?

7. Are your OCs part of any story or stories? Most of them are part of a world that could be a story. Should be a story. They’re usually grouped up such as Leila, Ryan, Elek, Aiolia and few other belong to one, while Elinor, Sigrun, Jahan belong to another. However, honestly speaking, I’ve only written in story-specific way for Leila and Elinor + people around her. But for Elinor I’ve written a lot and maybe one day she will be part of actual, consistent, book style story.

8. Do you RP as any of your OCs? If you do, introduce one of your RP OCs here! …. They’re all RP OCs. 99% of them are RP OCs. Made for specific RPs or in hopes they will get RP’d. Maybe the only exception is Genie and Sammy at this point, as I created Genie out of inspiration on a whim, with no intention to RPing her and I’ve been crafting sort of world around her with a good friend while actively not RPing her. Sammy sort of pranced into this world along, in similar fashion. But generally, they are all RP OCs.

17. Any OC OTPs? Since they’re pretty much all RP OCs, I sure as heck have OTPs but they involve OCs of other people, such as main OTP of Elinor (which has a legit ship name you guys). But I do also ship her with Jahan, both just with him and in a Poly relationship with a friend’s oc, but 1 on 1, their relationship is doomed to be him kind of unrequited crushing on her indefinitely. It’s not a love triangle in story because… There is something about him that marks him off the list of potential her life-partner list. She cannot overcome it just as much he cannot change this about himself. They’re just not meant to last on their own.

Malachy and Larry also have been in past relationship or more like he tried to date her, but that didn’t go well because she has commitment issues. Big Time.

Elek and Aiolia is… Elek kind of still hasn’t told me if he returns Aiolia’s feelings or not. Either way, he’s a noble dumbass who is probably going to die so he would not get involved with her easily anyway.

Leila, in concept, might have an OTP, but it’s the sort of tragic, they die in each other’s arms sorta OTP. I legitimately had dream about this and woke up sobbing. That’s how this OTP was created.

18. Any OC crackships? Elinor/Jahan frankly qualifies more as this than previous question. It’s a ship that cannot sail without another person on board and even then, it’s… just a crackship compared to main OTP I have. Also there’s a bunch that involve friend’s OCs, again.

Genie/Sammy is probably the crackiest concept that crossed my mind just now because I was trying all these mishmashes, lmao. Like, nope. Nevermind. It just doesn’t work. Unless as best aro/ace buddies platonically forever together.

20. Do any of your OCs sing? If they sing, care to share more details (headcanon voice, what kind of songs they like etc)?

I imagine whole bunch of them do, but I’ve honestly have never gone as far as to picture what they sound like. I just… have never been able to match any voice to them, sadly. As for music taste, they all have their own taste and it’s usually about 25% of music I enjoy. Or more. Leila is definitely into symphonic metal and stuff like Emilie Autumn, the real heavy, lyric powerful songs. Genie enjoys softer music, but will also love a good metal song. Is into kpop and not ashamed, but like, not really absurd about it. (Or so she says.) And so on and on.

35. Any sibling characters?

A lot. Growing up I realized I love playing 2 characters in same story and more often than not, they ended up being siblings which, I think, was my attempt to live out my fantasy what siblings should be like - bickering but supporting each other, etc. Unfortunately, only few made the list of my mentioned ones tonight, but Iantha’s and Saien’s whole plot revolves around them being siblings. (And they’re twins, for bonus points.) Somnia and Nocturne have a similar thing going on.

41. Has anyone drawn fanart of your OCs? If yes, maybe show a picture or two here (remember sources & permissions!)

Yes! I have some pieces of art of my OCs!!

Genie by my friend faverolles

Genie v 2 by a friend (both of these friends did so much in hyping me up when I wanted to let her disappear as passing by thought and I’m very thankful)

Lacrimae + Saith (not mine) by Ashlemo (whose artistic contacts beyond avatar site I don’t have, dammit. Since they just dropped from face of earth.)

And just Lacrimae by Ashlemo as well

And Elinor by my friend whom I actually write with

There are 2 more, by another friend, of Leila and Marwolaeth, but it seems I have misplaced them (aka my pc is mess and it’s in one of the 1000′s of subfolders but which one??), but I will find them again eventually. I was especially smitten with Marwo’s one, though I love both of them.

Looking at these again I feel same ecstatic joy as I did when I received them, it still seems beyond amazing that someone loves them enough to draw them.

44. Something you like about your OCs in general

That they’re independent little fuckers that give me grief with their choices but also grow and develop in most magnificent, unexpected ways. That they’re all complex and often actually pretty mean, but not beyond learning and trying to heal. That most of them are infinitely more strong than I am.

#ask games #my ocs #<3 #lovely people #welp i Rambled #bienchanter #sent on a cloud

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sins-virtues · 6 years ago

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Halloween - Part Two

“I hate you.” My sister laughed maniacally from behind me. She loved her costume. Mine covers a lot more than I was expecting, which is nice, but there is one huge aspect I’m not too fond of. “Where did you even find a Black Bat costume?!”

Nyssa - who is happily dressed in her crazy accurate Spoiler costume - turned to me with her hands on her hips. “Find? They don’t sell costumes this perfect. I’ve been working on them for months.” She made this? She just shrugged like making perfect costumes. “What? Cosplay is fun. Plus,” She smiled deviously, “You match Roman now.”

I glared at her, pulling the little mouth cover scarf thing up. I had got Roman a Batman costume as a joke, because he’s a grumpy asshole with too much pride and it fits. Little did I know, I have an incredibly devious brat for a sister who saw all of this coming. Ugh.

“Hey, are y’all ready? Oh you look amazing!” Lilikoi poked her head into my room - without knocking - and cheered when she saw us. She was dressed as some form of nigiri sushi, and actually looked really adorable. She has a wasabi headpiece and everything.

“You look adorable, Lilikoi. Are you both ready to head down? Salem is probably waiting.” She’d kicked us out of the west wing of the house hours ago so she could set everything up. I wasn’t allowed to help because “it’s a surprise” and “I was just doing this to get out of dressing up” which is completely ridiculous. Spandex is so uncomfortable... And tight.

“Stop pulling at the suit. It looks good.” Nyssa swatted my hands on the way out. I balled my hands at my sides. She could’ve at least given me pockets.

“Oh wow!” Medusa met us at the stairs, dressed as the sweetest little Alice I have ever seen. Roi - who was curled up in her arms dressed in a striped purple sweater - meowed lightly when he saw me. “Thanks for letting me borrow your baby. You look awesome. Those abs are a lot more believable than most fake abs in costumes.”

I pursed my lips, trying to not claw at the costume again. “Those aren’t fake. The spandex is just really tight.”

“Wait, what?” Caoimhe interrupted. Her sister, Roisin, stood beside her dressed as some kind of robot? I don’t know what either of them are actually, or when they found us. “You really look like that?”

“Remind me never to go to the beach with you.” Roisin shook her head.

“It’s almost Thanksgiving. Why in the hell would we go to the beach?” The Irish sisters simply rolled their eyes at me. They’ve just never experienced Thanksgiving. It’s much better than this dumbass holiday. “What are you two anyway?”

They whipped around, Caoimhe shouted, “The fourteenth doctor!” at the same time Roisin shouted, “A Dalek!”

Medusa pulled me back a step, “It’s from Doctor Who. It’s a British show.” Oh. “You’d probably like it.”

“You would.” Nyssa agreed. Her arm was looped with Lilikoi’s and she was in a conversation with everyone else in our small group, but apparently that doesn’t stop her from eavesdropping.

“Welcome! Welcome!” Salem greeted as we made it to the curtained off wing of the house. Everyone went passed her to enter the ballroom, but I hung back. She looked amazing. She was waring a dark purple mermaid’s tail with sharp fins, her arms were covered in dark purple scales complete with long black nails. Her “top” was more of the same style scales, but still covered as much as a normal mermaid��s top would. A light blue - alarmingly long - wig completed her look.

“You look badass. What is this?”

“Nanami from Nyx’s Chosen. She’s a siren. You know,” She played with my cape, looking over the outfit. “I was supposed to be the hottest person at my party.”

“Blame Nyssa,” I laughed, “I wanted to be a couch potato.”

She laughed, shaking her head, and pulled me inside. “I would’ve made you change. You could’ve matched me though. There’s a sexy sarcastic vampire in the book, too. Though, she likes leather pants.”

“Still might be better than this. Medusa thought my abs were fake. Do they show up that much?”

Her eyes raked over my torso, “Yeah, babe. Yeah. Roman’s seems to be the same way. Did you two plan that?”

“No, dammit. I bought Roman’s to fuck with him, and Nyssa made this without me knowing. Devious little brat.” Salem laughed, giving Nyssa a thumbs up.

“You both suck. Where’s the food? Never mind.” I spotted Roman across the room, his much flimsier Bat-ears standing tall. He’d be by the food. “Hey, Bats.”

Roman turned to glare at me, but stalled when he noticed the alarmingly similar decal on my chest. Instead, he simply quirked a brow, “Nyssa?”

“Yes. Dammit.” I snagged a ‘graveyard’ cup from the table. “This is amazing.”

“Oh, try this.” He handed me a caramel apple jello shot. “They’re delicious. I’ve had more than I should.”

That explains why he’s being so nice. I guess alcohol affects demons too. “They’re alcohol, bud.” I took it anyway. Michael and Roman are going to be in the same room after all. I’m going to need some help.

“Ah, Karma. Do you like my costume?” Ace asked, appearing behind me... Dressed completely normal. I scowled at him. How did he get away with not dressing up?! Salem likes me better! “I used the internet and found the Batman character, Alfred. I like him a lot.”

That’s genius! Damn him!

“Hello, peasants.” Julius greeted in his flamboyant way. We turned to see Julius standing several feet taller. Oh my god. How did he even do that?! “Oh? Do you like my costume?”

“How in the fuck did you become a goddamn centaur?!”

He looked like an actual centaur. Is that an actual horse body? How did he do that? Julius’s grin grew ten times wider. He turned, showing off his black horse body. “Nice isn’t it? I thought it was only fitting as a Horseman for me to become an actual horseman!” He laughed manically.

“Nope. Nope.” Sailor cut in, glaring at Julius. “Puns ruin great costumes. Speaking of great costumes,” She placed her hands on her hips, showing off her Moana costume, “Why do you look better than anyone here?”

Crew, her brother was appropriately dressed as Maui, appeared beside her carrying a large hook, “You know there’s such a thing as too fit, right Karma?”

“No there is not.” Michael interjected, coming up behind me. “Is that graveyard good? It looks interesting.”

“Yeah, but here try this.” I handed him one of the jello shots. “Drink it in one go.” Maybe it’ll help Michael chill out a bit. “Who picked your costume?”

“I did.” Jezebel answered, grabbing one of the black candy apples. “He wanted something easy, and he already looks like Thor so,” She shrugged. I didn’t think she was one to dress up for Halloween. Then again, she is terrified of Salem, so she isn’t likely to piss her off.

“Mary Poppins?” I asked. She beamed, nodding happily. It was a cutesy version, but you can still tell who it is. “It’s cute.”

“Thank you. I like your couples costume with Roman.”

“It’s not a couples costume!” We defended. Across the room, Nyssa laughed manically. Maybe she should’ve been a witch.

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ace hang plays noctis umbra part 3

SINS OF ANGELS | Noctis Umbra Part 3 | Ace Hang Plays Otome

(Yes, they do have semi-serious titles when shit hits the fan)

Last time on Ace Hang Plays Otome:

Lily: Wow, he’s UGLY. How the FUCK is this guy a SUCCUBUS he’s UGLY

Brid: Well, technically he’d be an incubus. Because he’s a guy.

Lily: That doesn’t change the fact that he’s UGLY

Brid: Maybe he radiates some kind of.... hot energy-

Lily: THE. ONLY ENERGY. THAT FUCKER RADIATES. IS CATCALLING YOU FROM HIS 2002 HONDA CIVIC WHILE WEARING A TWO YEAR OLD SWEAT-COVERED WIFE BEATER ENERGY.

Brid: You don’t-

Lily: HE LOOKS LIKE A GIJINKA FOR THE WORD DOMESTIC ABUSE

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Lily: Hey, everyone! Ace Hang here! I’m Lily!

Brid: I’m Brid!

(Val and Arthur pop in from the sides)

Val: I’m Val!

Arthur: And I’m Arthur!

All: And we’re playing Noctis Umbra Chapter Two!

Brid: Yes, that’s right! The whole gang’s here and together for a nice round of otome!

Val: It’s summer vacation, and our Minecraft 1.14 series will be up as soon as 1.14.2 is out, just so all of the bugs are ironed out. We’re planning to play multiplayer and do experiments to keep all of your spirits up.

Lily: I’m super excited.

Arthur: Yeah, same. We’ve got tons of plans!

Brid: But for now, Noctis Umbra Chapter 2 is out, and when we last left off, we learned that Valerius was lying to us again.

Lily: Also our dad is ugly and evil.

Arthur: Rana is a queen.

Val: Thor was there...?

Brid: .... Yeah, basically. Let’s get back to the action!

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Lily: A Kapre. A stalker.... Do you guys know anything about that?

Val: Capre.... Caper...

Brid: Oh, Capra demon. Remember that 4chan post?

Val: Oh yeah!

Arthur: ...?

Lily: Super sexy demon or something. In the post he had a goat skull head. Wonder what this boi’s gonna look like.

Arthur: He’ll either be adorable or ugly.

(Efren appears)

Lily: ffffFFWAHAHAHA WHAT IS THAT

Brid: That is not what I was expecting.

Arthur: I was expecting like, James Bond, not a guy in a mohawk wearing a Minecraft shirt!

Val: Wow. Holy shit. Oh my god. He looks like a cis guy decided to dress like a fucking drag queen for Halloween without knowing what a drag queen was. He looks like someone who unironically enjoys Kingdom Hearts and somehow mixed in a shitty hacker aesthetic. He looks like a 30 year old virgin who also runs a gaming channel that relies on clickbait for income. He looks like a guy cosplaying as his own My Hero Academia OC. He looks like-

Brid: Okay, that’s enough.

Lily: He looks like that one Invader Zim character watches anime all day in his basement-

Brid: Stop it. Anyway, looks like he’s with the enemy... and wants to recruit us... and give us cookies.

Lily: Cookies. Om nom nom.

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Lily: WAHAHA they’re good cookies.

Brid: I love the little package of cookies on her lap.

Val: Seriously, I’d kill a guy who gave me too many cookies, though. At 3am. Every day.

Lily: “You’re just grumpy because you’re hungry. You’re hangry.”

Arthur: “I am not hangry!”

Lily: “You sound hangry!”

Val: And Tae steals the cookies. And they’re good.

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Val: You know, I’m glad the main characters are warming up to Tora. Not treating her like a kid.

Brid: She’s learning high school chemistry, so I don’t think it’s out of the question that she’s at least fifteen.

Arthur: Yeah. And MyDude is treating her very nicely.

Val: Yeah. I’m glad. Like seriously, edgy war stories just... hate kids. Like, fuck the kids. Adults are the only ones that survive here.

Lily: Yeah, it’s nice change of pace. EY, RANA! Look, Arthur. That’s my favorite character.

Arthur: I see.

Val: Honestly, the whole Noctis Umbra crew is great. Except for Valerius. Fuck that guy.

Arthur: I think he might have a reason for keeping those secrets of his, though.

Val: This is coming from the same guy who actually trusts the rich kid in the other one they were playing. Fuck, I forget his name.

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Val: “Ae-ri needs your help grocery shopping.”

Lily: I’m gonna be super surprised if it’s not like the South Asian market my parents visit for cheap spices.

Brid: Seriously, what else do you expect from this game?

.........

Brid: Yes, that’s the last place I expected to find a bunch of underworld denizens that are part demon or something. Going shopping at a grocery store. And not a South Asian market.

Lily: What, did you think they subsided on human energy alone?

Val: I mean, Tae lives offa sweets. First he ate his sister’s cheesecake, then he ate those cookies, then he ate that pudding... he’s just got a big sweet tooth.

Lily: Oh, big mood, Tae. I like him. He and Keelan are so funny. Everyone’s just laying into him.

Arthur: “That’s a lot of hot sauce...”

Brid: I see we’ve got our own weird tastes...

Val: Ha. Melons. Innuendos.

Lily: Or Avatar reference.

Arthur: ...

Brid: What’s up?

Arthur: Imagine- meanwhile in the aisle next door, Riley hits her teacher with a shopping cart!

Lily: That would be an amazing easter egg. Keelan’s looking for his paint, barely dodges a chaotic dumbass bisexual disaster, she immediately hits someone else who happens to be her teacher.

Val: Said teacher was also hacking the grocery store’s WiFi with his phone, which proceeds to fall into the lobster tank.

Lily: Not saying Riley wouldn’t do that.

(Small animation with bad doodles)

Arthur: I imagine Keelan’s like... “Alright... broad paintbrush, purple acrylic paint... ” and he just hears screaming, and there’s Riley just narrowly missing him and slamming right into her teacher.

Brid: You say that like she intentionally hit him.

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Val: OH GOD IT’S THE UGLY GUY!

Lily: Damn. That’s the first thing you fixate on?

Arthur: Oh boy. Something’s going down...

Lily: Is Valerius here? Is that why she’s- Oh, hey Luca.

Val: Oh my god, it’s Tall Evil Valerius.

Brid: He’s so tall we can’t even see the top of his head.

Lily: That’s funny, because I always imagined Valerius to be like, 5′4...

Val: His name is “Aleron”. HOLY FUCK HE JUST KILLED LUCA

Arthur: OH MY GOD

Lily: WELL THAT’S NOT GOOD AT ALL IS IT

Brid: FUCKING DEAD. PRESS F.

Lily: REMINDER TO HIT THAT F BUTTON IF YOU’RE ANGRY THAT LUCA JUST DIED

Brid: AND SHE JUST OMAE WA MOU SHINDEIRUS HIM

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Lily: That feeling when you teleport the enemy leader right into your base.

Val: Fucking seriously. The whole crew must be having aneurysms.

Arthur: Ha. “I leave you alone for two seconds and you start a world war.”

Lily: Welcome back to another episode of “Man with half the facts in heated debate with man with zero facts”.

(Meme appears on screen with the two men’s faces replaced with Leo and Valerius)

Brid: More like “Two men seriously think they know what’s right for the world as a whole based on flawed information”.

Val: “Where’s her room?!” “She doesn’t have one.” “Where does she sleep?!” “The couch.”

Brid: Get ready for Angry Father Rage.

Val: “YOU LET MY DAUGHTER SLEEP ON A COUCH?!”.... DAMMIT why did the scene have to end there.

Lily: So you wouldn’t have to yell at yourself?

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Val: “Your mother loved heights too-” Sheesh, did she love jumping off them?!

Lily: Fucking hell. Wouldn’t be surprised if that’s what he meant, though.

Brid: Yeah, this guy’s kind of an asshole, to be honest.

Arthur: I guess with the whole unification thing, they need her.

Lily: I love how she’s mad Aleron killed Luca because she wanted to punch him in the face.

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Val: Oh boy, things are heating up. So because of the prophecy, the demon kids are all uniting, and the angels wanna beat em back. And they took over a human organization to do it.

Lily: Angels. It’s always angels.

Brid: Do any of you like Valerius any more now?

Val: NO. He’s kind of a dickhead. Still.

Arthur: At least he’s telling us more.

Brid: Yeah, very true.

Val: Why does Valerius look at us and see everything right with Nocturnals? We’re an angry district attorney who sucks the life out of people with the power of Satan and anime.

Lily: Angels. It’s always angels.

Arthur: You said that.

Brid: I did say I’d romance Valerius, so-

Val: WAIT I NEVER SAID I’D DO A KISS SCENE-

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Lily: And with that, looks like we’ve reached the end of Chapter 3! What do you guys think? This is your first time playing with us, right?

Val: ... Why do I have to be rolled up in the politics of white men?

Lily: Pretty sure Leo’s Latino.

Val: Still.

Brid: Politics, politics. I still do love the group dynamic between the Noctis Umbra crew, though. Not Valerius, just MyDude, Ae-ri...

Arthur: Tae, Keelan, and Rana. Yeah. And whoever else I’m forgetting. They’re very cute together, and it kinda sucks that they’re dealing with the whole underground war thing, otherwise I feel like we’d get a lot of cute scenes with them.

Lily: Very true. Any theories?

Arthur: Remember when Valerius called MyDude Umbra? I think it’s because she’s the kid of both an angel and a demon.

Brid: Oooooo. What do you have to back it up?

Arthur: We don’t see much about her mother. Apparently she left her in an orphanage named after a saint. Also, Leo mentioned that the mom loved heights. Besides the jumping implication, it might mean that she’s an angel. Maybe one that couldn’t fly.

Lily: I think umbra does mean shadow, which evokes themes of both light and darkness, so it’s very possible.

Brid: Interesting. Well, we’ve been recording for an hour, so I think that’s all the time we have for today.

Lily: Sweet!

Brid: Can’t wait to see where this story takes us next! And we’re planning our next playthrough to probably be either the next part of Oathbreaker, or Hatoful Boyfriend.

Val: Make sure to like and subscribe for more content, and stay classy!

#ace hang #arthur loves his theories!

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