#akakonoakaweek2024

[akakonoaka-event]

Anyone is welcome to join! It runs from November 3rd to the 9th and it's for both akakono and konoaka! Please use the tag #akakonoakaweek2024 so we can all easily find your work. More info below cut ↓

• All forms of media OK, even cosplay!

•Any language is more than welcome to participate!! In other words, you don't have to post your work in English! Please post in the language you feel most comfortable with!

• This is mainly a SFW event. Please tag appropriately if you plan on doing anything 🔞

• Akakono/Konoaka MUST be the main pairing. Gen and Queerplatonic OK

• Please list prompt(s) used/came up with (for free day)

• It's OK if you post on a later day. I will be checking the tag until Kaashi's bday.

• The idea is to choose one of the two prompts provided for the day, but mix and match is OK (ex. Wanting to create something for prompts historical and evening, etc)

• Please don't feel compelled to make something for each day! Your time and energy is precious <3

• TAG AND STATE ALL CW/TW

• I want to trust y'all but just in case DO NOT STEAL OTHER PEOPLE'S WORK. THIS MEANS ALL THAT AI CRAP

• However, if you want to recycle a work YOU already made before, that's free game. I'm not your college professor/turnitin

• Keep things civil please

• Submissions are open! (Or at least it should be, please let me know if it isn't)

*Collection will be made over on ao3 if needed*

If you have any additional questions, please don't hesitate to reach out!

[haikyuudescendants]

akakonoaka week 2024. day one / morning.

"You know, you're pretty docile in the mornings".

[holydevilish-blog]

Konoha had hanahaki. Had.

His team didn't give him the opportunity to explain that he hadn't forgotten about Akaashi, but rather that the feelings were mutual.

(AkaKonoAka Week - Prompt: Hanahaki with a twist)

AO3 (English): https://archiveofourown.org/works/60367432

SPIRIT (Portuguese): https://www.spiritfanfiction.com/historia/do-you-remember-me-25900409

[rerae]

Prompt: Hanahaki w/ a Twist

Happy akknak week!!! I was trying to keep this simple but well. You see the word count it's over 7k 🫠

Hyperlink in image 👍

[raens-art]

Prompt: last

(Please watch this mv so you know where I got the vibes from 🙇‍♀️)

[deaddriv-talks]

AkaKonoAka Week

Prompts: Morning / Evening (day 1) Pairings: Akakono Word count: less than 1k (ouch)

In the morning, a soft kiss placed on his forehead, a gentle hand brushing away his bangs.

Smiling at the adorable pout on his face, framed with black curls. The sun's not up yet, dawn soon approaching with its red glow. Taking a moment to appreciate his soft features in sleep, the peaceful curve of his lips, the way his breath rises and falls gently.

Getting dressed half-asleep, toothbrush clamped between his teeth as he tries to fasten his tie and tame his spiky bedhead at the same time. Slinging his bag over his shoulder, weighed down with small declarations of love - a keychain, several pieces of his favorite candy, a box brimming with hundreds of sticky-notes. Grabbing the bento box waiting for him on the dinner table.

Running to catch the subway, squeezing through the door seconds before it closes. Gripping the nearest pole as the train lurches beneath him. Reading the note tucking into the bento box amidst the murmur of voices and rattling tracks, hands reaching over him to grab the ceiling rails, bodies pressing too close. Smiling at the careful scrawl and the heart drawn beside it, shifting his bag to the front so he can place the note with the others, arm wrapped around the pole to steady himself in the swaying train.

During work, eyes straying at times to glance at the clock, slow minutes giving way to long hours, phone vibrating in his pocket from time to time like a reminder.

At noon, sitting on the bench outside between the white pine trees to dig into his homemade bento, cherishing each warm bite. Unlocking his phone to reply to the stream of messages, fingers hovering over each message, plans and updates and complaints in that formal, soft tone. The crunch of leaves as people walk by, a slight winter bite to the autumn chill.

Reluctantly returning to work, fighting a wave of sleepiness, fingers heavy on the keyboard. Checking his email, heart sinking as he scans the unfavorable reply from the PMDA. It's not his problem, but the Director disagrees. Hours passing in a flurry of documents laden with inconclusive results, disjointed meetings, thousands of trials condensed into gritty graphs. Outside, the sky already bleeding into darkness.

Pouring hot water over solid noodles, hissing as a drop lands on his hand. Splitting the chopsticks that came along. Closing his eyes as the noodles cook, head tipped back, mouth twisted in a grimace. Slurping it down, noodles smacking against his chin. Tilting the cup to his lips, broth burning his throat, red and hot and spicy.

In the evening, punching in the numbers to their apartment (the date of their anniversary), closing the door behind him. Dragging his feet. Slumping into the sofa, face buried in the cushions, giving a muffled groan.

Checking the time on the digital clock placed on the table. Dragging himself up to shower, standing under the running water, rivulets running down his back.

At dusk, standing in their small kitchen stirring tofu into the steaming pot, the rich scent wafting through the air, bringing with it memories of warmth and home. Leaving it in the pot to be reheated. Measuring three-quarters of a cup of rice, washing it, pouring it into the rice cooker and pressing start.

Checking the time. Checking his messages, hand raised to his mouth in a yawn.

At night, the beep of the door opening, the running of water, a soft kiss placed on his forehead. Slender fingers pulling the covers more evenly over him, managing some sleepy mumbles at the touch. Soft rustling, quiet as if not to disturb him. Propping his head lazily on his hands, gazing with half-lidded eyes at the almost ethereal movements, like starlight, like a dance. A glance his way, spoon in hand, tired features softening into a smile, a quiet go back to sleep, Aki-san.

Obliging, laying back into the mattress. Sinking into inky black only to reemerge, blinking at the dim light of the computer and soft click-clacking of the keyboard. Tossing. Turning.

Finally, warmth pressing against his side. Melting into the embrace, arms and legs entwined, warm breath against his cheek, the outside world fading away into peaceful sleep.

[akakonoaka-event]

One more month until Akakonoakaweek2024! Here are the chibis used in the graphics, but this tjme in icon format (highschool on viewers' left, timeskip on right), free to use and edit! Again, don't worry if you can't make it "on time." I personally will be checking the tag until Dec 5th 👍

Don't forget to check the rules and stuff: here!

I'm so excited to see everyone's hard work!!!!

[akakonoaka-event]

Reminder that Akakonoaka Week is going to happen, November 3-9th! Please spread the word to those you think may be interested if you can!

link to prompts and rules here

[akakonoaka-event]

#akakonoakaweek2024 is here! Again, no worries about deadlines! I only hope everyone participating feels they finished everything they wanted to accomplish, even a little! If this is somehow the first time you've heard of this event happening, no worries! Here are the prompts:

You can find the bells and whistles here. As a reminder, I'll continue to look for posts until our onigiri loving boy's birthday!

Also, please give lots of love to everyone's work! They worked hard to give us all this delectable food, so it's important to show your appreciation however you can! DO NOT MAKE ANY UNSOLICITED COMMENTS, OK. HAVE MANNERS, PLEASE. Let's maintain a healthy creative environment 💪😤

Let's go akakono and konoaka nation 🙌🙌🙌