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myhaikyuuthings · 4 years ago

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Soulmates

where the first words your soulmate says to you are tattooed on your body w/ Bokuto, Asahi and Tanaka (note the words have to be spoken directly to you)

Bokuto:

‘Fuck watch out’ your soulmate was either a total dick, or a hero

you weren’t sure which and honestly, that being tattooed on your body forever didn’t make either option okay

it was right above your bathing suit line so you always wore a shirt/one piece at the beach just so you didn’t have to get stares

which isn’t a big deal but you liked bikinis

today your team was going to the annual training camp and for the first time, you got to tag along

being a manager for Nekoma was hectic to put it simply but you loved them and loved being around them

when you all arrived Kuroo said he wanted to show your tattoo to his friend, thinking he’d get a kick out of it

you’d always had trouble saying no to the taller male so you reluctantly agreed

he lead you to one of the gyms and you could tell people were already practicing

you noticed a loud boy with two toned hair, who Kuroo helpfully identified as Bokuto, glancing at you

he messed up his spike

you watched as the ball flew at you, too stunned by the speed to react

“FUCK WATCH OUT” before you could see Who said your words, you caught the ball with your face

you blinked as your vision came back into focus as Kuroo yelled at Bokuto while trying to check on you and Bokuto just sobbed over your body while apologizing

you sat up, doing a quick headcount of how many people were in the gym

“which one of you assholes is my soulmate?” you asked, cradling your nose as it bled

silence

“OH MY GOD I SPIKED A BALL INTO MY SOULMATES FACE IM A HORRIBLE PERSON”

not a dick. but damn if he can’t hit a ball hard

“i’ve had ‘fuck watch out’ on my body my whole life.. and i hated it.. and i just called my soulmate an asshole.. as my first words” you tried to process through the throbbing

Kuroo lost it, laughing his classic hyena laugh, earning a punch to the arm from you

“i deserved it, I am so sorry,” bokuto said through tears, trying to hold them back

you sighed, opening you free arm for a hug but he only looked confused

‘damn i really do have to do it all myself’ you thought, grabbing his arm and pulling him into a one armed hug

“sorry if i get blood on your shirt,” you mumbled, petting his head with your free hand as he laid his head in the crook of your neck

“it’s okay, it’s just a shirt,” he sniffed, “i hope i didn’t break your nose”

you removed your hand, trying to twitch your nose

“it seems to move fine, i think it’s gonna bruise though”

aaaaand theres a new round of tears

by the time you had been checked out and he had calmed down, the two of you sat outside to talk

“Y/N Y/L/N, nice to meet you,”

“Kotaro Bokuto, nice to meet you too, I am really sorry about your face”

“stop apologizing, you were so stunned by my beauty you couldn’t focus on the�� ball” you teased

“yeah you’re right,” he admitted, causing you to choke on your rice ball

in one day you had met your soulmate, almost broke your nose, and learned your soulmate is indeed a Sweetheart and one of the best in the country (which explains the power behind that hit) now it was just trying to survive the rest of camp

Asahi:

‘i’m not a threat!’

did your soulmate break in?? try to rob you?? what kind of mark is That

your family moved from Tokyo to the Miyagi prefecture during your third year, so now you were spending your last year of highschool surrounded by people you didn’t know

you decided to sit outside for lunch, not wanting to look like the odd one out, plus it is nice outside

before you could even take a bite, you noticed someone looking at you

you turned to fully look at him, your jaw dropping a bit at how tall he was

‘i think that’s the guy someone said was in his 20′s and still a student’

while you were trying to figure out if he was actually 20 or not, you didn’t realize how long you had been staring, or that you had dropped your food

“i’m not a threat!” he tried to assure you, walking closer with his hands up, “everyone’s kind of scared of me because of the rumors but they’re not true”

he was pouting. cute

“yknow, if you weren’t my soulmate i might not believe that”

his jaw dropped, his cheeks a bright pink

his friend with silver hair came walking up

“Hi, you must be Asahi heres soulmate, yknow That’s a rather long sentence to have tattooed on your leg forever” he smiled

this seemed to break Asahi out of his stupour

“No it’s okay! You had to walk around with That on your body, this is fair,” he assured, lifting his pants leg to show your words wrapped like an anklet

you smiled up at him, pulling your uniform collar to the side a bit to show your tattoo under your collar bone

“they picked a bad place for yours, wow im sorry” he apologized, sitting down in the grass with you. “Asahi Azumane, it’s great to finally meet you”

“Y/N Y/L/N, the pleasure’s all mine, call me Y/N.”

you sat talking for the rest of the lunch period, not realizing his friend has disappeared sometime during your conversation

“You should come to volleyball practice, I can introduce you to Kiyoko, I think you two share some classes she can help show you around” he offered

“why can’t you help show me around?” you asked, smiling softly as he blushed again

“ i mean like, i am your soulmate but I get it if I make you uncomfortable or scare you or anything, so I don’t want to just assume-”

“Azumane, it’s okay. you don’t scare nor make me uncomfortable. I’ll come, it’d be great to meet her and your team, but I would really like it if you were the one to show me around”

“yeah okay, I can do that”

it seems your tattoo was right, he’s definitely not a threat

Tanaka: TW SLIGHT HARASSMENT MENTION

“I’ll beat them up”

in one way, the placement was easy to hide (upper inner thigh)

but it was concerning nonetheless

why did your soulmate offer to beat someone up for you? this question had bugged you for years

now you’re in your second year of high school and decided to go to the Miyagi Prefectures volleyball qualifiers

well your friend dragged you along to watch his soulmate play, claiming he’s the best setter in the prefecture and you Have to see him at work

he had left you alone in the hall to go see his soulmate in the locker rooms before the game so you were just standing around minding your own business

you watched the crowd slowly thin out, assuming a game was starting soon

‘nows a good time to get snacks, no line!’ you thought, starting your look for a food stand

you ended up just a little bit lost when two boys approached you

“hi there, what’re you doing out here alone?” one asked, smiling politely at you

“my friend’s soulmate is playing today, he’s just wishing him good luck” you explain, making a move to walk past them

“what’s the rush?” the other asks, placing a hand on the wall beside you effectively blocking your way

you sigh, turning fully to face him

“neither of those phrases is my soulmate mark, and I’m actively staying single until i meet them okay? so can you just let me move?”

they exchanged a look, irritation obvious on their faces

“well show us your mark then, because I don’t believe you”

“idiot, you don’t have to see My mark to know those aren’t Your words” you scoff, trying to walk around them the other way

you end up caged against the wall, putting your fists up ready to defend yourself

“hey, i think they said to leave them alone,” a new guy spoke from somewhere behind them, but you were unable to see him due to the two infront of you

“yeah, what he said” you snap, raising your fists a little higher

when the two turn around to face the new boy, you take that chance to dash out from behind them

you stand beside the new guy, glaring sharply

“didn’t your mother ever teach you what ‘no’ means or did she fail every other human being out there to spare your feelings?” you growl, subconsciously standing behind your saviour

“you’re lucky i don’t beat you up,” the man growls as well before turning to you, “I’ll beat them up.”

“I’ll help,” you snort, cracking your knuckles before realizing the words he said, “I’m sorry did you say ‘I’ll beat them up’”

He smiles broadly at you, holding his hand out, “Ryuunosuke Tanaka, and who might you be dear soulmate?”

“Y/N Y/L/N, thanks for stepping in soulmate,” you grin back

the two men had tried to step away as you and Tanaka made your introductions but Tanaka threw his arm out, catching their sleeves

“No no you’re not getting off that easy, not only were you Harassing a person, you were harassing my soulmate, lets get you to your coach why don’t we.”

“Y/N I’ll find you after my match, make sure to cheer for me! Karasuno!! See you soon” he smiled, dragging the two men behind him

#bokuto x reader #bokuto kotaro #asahi x reader #asahi azumane #tanaka x reader #tanaka ryuunosuke #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu reactions #haikyuu!! reactions #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu!! imagines #tw harassment

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crimsonrevolt · 7 years ago

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Congratulations Snow you’ve been accepted to Crimson Revolt as Dirk Cresswell!

↳ please refer to our character checklist

It’s always so amazing to me that so many people choose to come back to Crimson and it’s such a joy to see your Dirk come back to life in your app! I know I speak for many when I say that you took a character that none of us knew much about and brought with him a personality that we couldn’t forget. It’s so good to see you again and that you’ve found the time to come back to the rp! Snow, your reason for choosing him, in particular, made me emotional, and I can’t wait to see you write him with a fresh breath of life! Hopefully, you’ll be able to carry him on a new and beautiful journey as the war progresses and affects him. I can’t wait to see you and Dirk back on the dash!

application beneath the cut ( tw: brief mentions of death )

OUT OF CHARACTER

INTRODUCTION

Snow, 21, she/her, gmt+3

ACTIVITY

im going to well and truly throw myself into my studies this semester, and i’m also running an rp with a friend of mine on tumblr, so i don’t know how active i’ll be honestly. given how much i already love and adore every member of this group and all your characters, i’ll be able to find time. 6 or 5 out of ten, i think.

TRIGGERS

*removed for privacy

HOW DID YOU FIND US?

a promo blog about a year ago lol. i found this group way before it even opened but only applied like, months afterwards.

WHAT HARRY POTTER CHARACTER DO YOU IDENTIFY WITH MOST?

hm. my answer differs every time based on my mood i think. like i dont think there’s one character i really truly identify with? probably percy tho lbr.

ANYTHING ELSE?

nope.

IN CHARACTER

DESIRED CHARACTER

dirk cresswell. well, a revised version of him.

FACE CLAIM

ezra miller. listen i tried to change his fc but ezra is dirk and dirk is ezra the line has been blurred for ages now it is beyond my control.

REASON FOR CHOSEN CHARACTER

i’d thought of coming back with a different character and had gone through a host of them in the open tag. i’d considered someone on the other end of the spectrum to counteract the experience i’ve had playing dirk. i’d thought of playing someone balanced and sophisticated and well-mannered, someone with a little less emotion and a little more poise. someone who is not dirk, but dirk seems to have stuck himself all the way down to the roots and i can’t seem to get him out.

i cannot properly express in words how much i love this character. i’m floundering for the right ways to lay it out. he is a myriad of unlikely contradictions – kind, and just, and cruel. he is optimism and realism hand-in-hand, but he is just as much that as he is full of lies. half truths, denials, secrets. he is honest and genuine, and his intentions are as pure as those of a noble knight but he strikes quick, and fast, and merciless, with the harsh finality of an execution.

he loves openly. he is never shying away from expressing his love and devotion for his friends and family. he is never afraid of what his love for them would do to him, or to them – no, he is afraid: the fear of losing someone who’d rooted themselves into the crevices of his life is numbing, almost all-consuming, but dirk has never known how to not love, how to not be so open towards them so much of the time.

and even then, it feels, to him, as though he is never without something to hide. as though he is never not carrying a secret of some sort, as though there is always something he is carefully folding to the side throughout his life, as though he has never been fully honest with another person before. the thing is, he is always open about the good parts of himself – he is loud and obnoxious about his love and his optimism, he is blazing and boisterous about his successes and achievements. he is almost always alone in his losses. he has become terribly adept in being both honest and not, at once.

he does not forgive. he is fearful of trust, of betrayal, of being left in the dust once again. he loves, he loves, he loves, but he does not trust quite as freely.

i’d focused much too much on his guilt and misery when i had played him last, but i’m hoping to be able to focus more this time on some good things in his life. which will probably not last very long lbr but im excited to see for myself.

PREFERRED SHIPS // CHARACTER SEXUALITY // GENDER & PRONOUNS

dirk is an utter, unbelievably obnoxious, hopeless romantic. he is nineteen years old and had known he is gay for years, the wizarding world being far more relaxed about such things than where he’d come from, but only in the last few years or so had he become relaxed enough to be open about his sexuality to more than just the people he trusts. the idea of finding a committed, long term partner – male partner – is only just beginning to settle itself within him. he is only now beginning to truly see himself with a future in perhaps a domestic fashion and, despite the times they live in, he is positively giddy. it’s embarrassing. really.

dirk is a cis male character, though i’d really like to see how he would interact with a trans and/or nonbinary character and how he might find solace with someone who, while perhaps not exactly like him, falls far from the conventional lines drawn up by the social structures they live in.

CREATE ONE (OR MORE!) OF THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR CHARACTER:

traits:

+ TALENTED:

Dirk’s magical talents were difficult to miss, even to those who really, really tried, and it was not entirely for the considerable amount of bragging on Dirk’s part – though, arguably, that was a large part of it – but his hands, deft with potions and charms and defensive spells, were quick to catch people’s attention, and keep it. his exceptional dueling skills had not gone unnoticed, either, not by his teachers, and certainly not by his pureblooded schoolmates, who have repeatedly tested his abilities first hand.

+SOCIABLE:

Dirk is That One Kid that knows everyone, and who everyone knows. He joined every extracellular activity the school had to offer at one point or another, he never missed a chance to hang out and have fun, and he was always interested in meeting new people and making new friends. His easy humor and confident attitude drew people to him and relaxed them in his company, his optimism and cheeky remarks making him an uplifting presence to have around. He is secretive, however, keeping his emotional troubles and inner demons far away from prying eyes, even those he considers close.

-TRUST ISSUES:

Dirk has been shown love and taught not to trust it. a parting gift, from his mother, one could say. he finds difficulty – immense difficulty – in sharing his troubles, or his secrets of any kind, with anyone. he loves and he cares about his friends and there is very little he wouldn’t do for them, but trust is something that is difficult to come by, for him, and it is something that frustrates his friends to no end.

-ARROGANT:

Dirk has an exaggerated sense of his own abilities. He is talented, yes, anyone would be hard pressed to deny that, but he tends to – overestimate, what he can do. It could also be put down to his perfectionist nature, that he would bite off more than he could chew and simply expect himself to rise up to the challenge.

he is so confident in the caliber of his character, in his own moral righteousness, in his ability to tell right from wrong. he believes so completely in aversio and what they stand for and in the choices he’s made, that he is right, that he is good, that what they’re doing is entirely justified to a morally correct eye. his arrogance and his pride, just as his loyalty and his bravery and everything good in his heart, have led him down a path of darkness where the torch of his anger has lit the way so brightly he cannot see the blackness of his surroundings. he is a morally grey character with a black and white mindset.

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Mockblog: dorkcresswxll.tumblr.com

IN CHARACTER QUESTIONNAIRE

♔ If you were able to invent one spell, potion, or charm, what would it do, what would you use it for or how would you use it? Feel free to name it:

he squints, tilts his head, leans back on the back of his feet. “just one?” he asks, and straightens up as a thought occurs to him. there’s the beginning of a grin pulling at his lips, something of boyish mischief coloring his features. “something to, to take care of pureblooded bigots. y’know, take care of ‘em. actually, all bigots, y’know, all at once.” he shrugs, hands shoved into his pockets, boyish grin spreading across his face. giddy. “i’d call it the purifier, just for kicks.”

♔ You have to venture deep into the Forbidden Forest one night. Pick one other character and one object (muggle or magical), besides your wand, that you’d want with you:

“Sal!” a burst of laughter, involuntary, and he leans forward. “did you see her swing that wretched bat of hers? i’d take her with me to that Snake Supreme if i could, she’d bash his head in and cuss up a storm and everything, she’s good at making a big fuss.” the fond gleam in his eyes is unmissed by any, there is pride in his voice when he speaks of her, of his sister. he does not attempt to hide it. “and – and food for the object, i think, that’d work out pretty well, yeah?”

♔ What kinds of decisions are the most difficult for you to make?

“when to take a bloody break.” he huffs, annoyed, and perhaps a touch embarrassed. “i still don’t know how to do that.”

♔ What is one thing you would never want said about you?

that he is weak, that he is lesser, that he isn’t good enough. that he is just as bad as those he fights to rid the world of, that he is worst. that he is amoral, immoral, that he is unjust and evil and simply a murderer.

he hums. thoughtful. for a moment. “that i can’t take a loss well. which, mind you, is ridiculous – i never lose anyway!”

WRITING SAMPLE

it wasn’t difficult to get the old man to sign his letter – it wasn’t difficult, he’d not needed any convincing, all dirk had to do was thrust the form under his nose, pen in hand and a flat look upon his face: stiff, clunky, the way he only ever is with his father anymore.

the man looks up from the book between his palms, his sharp nose striking, his slanted eyes lifting towards his son. there is a crease between his brows as he pulls the paper from the young boy’s hands, eyes over ink before he asks what this is.

“it’s a permission form.” he sounds nervous. he hates it. “for hogsmeade.” he says, “you’re supposed to sign it.”

and the man signs it. just like that, he reads the paper and he signs it – he hangs on to it for a moment before giving it back. there is something there, something he wants to say, but his father was never good with words and so he says nothing. dirk is pathetically grateful – he never seems to say the right thing when his dad is involved, either.

dirk takes the paper and shifts his weight between his feet and isn’t sure if he should just leave – there is something there he wants to say, as well, but he can’t quite grasp the words and so he mulls about for a moment more, shifting the paper in his hand, before he nods a quick ‘thank you’ and scurries away.

he stuffs the paper in his pocket as he walks away. he stuffs his guilt down too, and tries not to think about it – he’d been avoiding his dad all summer, had only spoken to him now when he needed something, and not for the first time he wonders how it’s gotten this bad. he wonders when it’s gotten so tense between them they can’t share more than a few words before something made someone snap. he wonders what made it so, what caused this wide, gaping chasm to stretch between them – but he can’t think about that without thinking about emptied rooms and funeral marches, so he shakes his head quickly and bursts into Sal’s room.

They have much planned for the rest of the day, and there’s only so much of summer left for them to enjoy.

#Accepted App

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goingknowherewastaken · 8 years ago

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Among The Trees, The Fallen Rise Again

Title: Among The Trees, The Fallen Rise Again

Fandom: Star Trek with a small dash of Pete’s Dragon

Relationship: McKirk || Jim x Bones

Warnings: n/a

A/N: And here’s the McKirk, Star Trek x Pete’s Dragon crossover, modern!AU that no one has asked for!! :D

Now be warned, it’s not a full on crossover. I just used bits and pieces from both to create this modern!AU. I started this idea back around November, planned it out, got some done, and then set it aside for the time being. The first part I was pleased with, but the next few I’m going back over before I proceed on with it. I’m just really excited about this and I can’t wait to share more :D

Summary: “It does beg the question: What falls faster? Trees? Or stars?”

Among The Trees, The Fallen Rise Again

The loose gravel crunched under the wheels of the ancient pickup as the driver slowly maneuvered it into the cramped clearing. Throwing the truck into park, he peered out the windows at the forest – both felled and not – surrounding him.

It was only eight in the morning and already the brunet was the last to arrive. The crew – with their dusty, yellow hard-hats – weaved their way around the large machines and trees as they loaded up the freshly cut logs. Looking out the windshield he could see his business partner and friend, red hard-hat sat crookedly a top his head, twisting a map around in his hands. He grabbed his own dirty, scuffed hard-hat and exited the vehicle. The slamming of the driver’s side door caught the man’s attention and he waved as the brunet walked closer.

“Oy, Len!” The Scottish brogue could just barely be heard above the loud engines. “‘Bout time ya showed up!”

Len nodded a greeting as he came to stand next to the Scotsman. “Sorry, Scotty! Alarm didn’t go off on time,” he drawled. “Though it doesn’t seem to have affected the work ethics of everyone here.”

“Aye! If they keep it up, we’ll be a head of schedule,” he said with a bright grin; one Leonard couldn’t help but return. Though it quickly fell with the next words out of the Scott’s mouth. “Oh, did ya hear about tha’ cabin? Tha’ one ya been droolin’ over?” Len shook his head. “Oh? Well, it sold.”

Len’s heart stopped. “It sold?!?”

“Aye. 'Bout two days ago. Sorry, mate.”

Len sighed. The cabin had been his dream home second he saw it being built, but – like most dream homes – it was way too far out of his price range. Len took the map from Scotty and checked over their per-determined area, ignoring the man’s look of pity. He might as well throw his focus into work.

The DNR and the Enterprise Logging and Milling Company had a signed agreement. They could come in and cut down trees in different state parks, but only in areas specified and mapped by the DNR. Len and Scotty took great care in respecting the defined areas because, should they cut a healthy tree outside of their area, the agreement would be ended and the company would have to look elsewhere for work. More specifically, somewhere farther away from home. The only time they could remove a tree outside the per-determined area was if a park ranger gave the 'okay’ to remove it.

If an area was fully cleared, they were required to go back and spread various seeds in the exposed dirt to encourage new forest growth.

“So,” Len began, glancing up from the map and eyeing Scotty. “Gaila show up yet.”

The Scotsman blushed. “N-no. The Lass has yet to make an appearance today.”

Len chuckled and looked around the area. He had no doubt the head-strong park ranger would show up at some point; she’d been showing up nearly every day they’d been at the park.

She claimed it was because someone needed to watch them.

The way she focused most of her attention on Scotty told another story.

Not that Scotty knew it, but the entire crew had a pool going as to when they would stop dancing around each other and start dating.

He and Scotty got to discussing which trees should be felled next and, about ten minutes in, Len felt eyes watching him. He scanned the site as Scotty chattered on and paused when he got to the steep slope nearby.

“Hey, Scotty,” he interrupted. Drawing Scotty’s attention, he nodded to where he was looking. “Who’s that?”

From what Len could tell, it was a man. In dark jeans and a black hoodie, he stood leaning up against one of the trees near the edge of the slope with a backpack set down by his feet. The man’s face was obstructed by the fancy black camera he was using.

A camera pointed right at Len and Scotty.

Scotty shook his head and turned to Len, confused. “I dunno, never seem 'im before.”

Len handed back the map, not taking his eyes off the man. “I’m gonna go see what he wants.”

He had a strange feeling about the stranger.

Whether that feeling was good or bad, well, he had yet to find out.

…to be continued

Part Two

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