#jag got harassed by the fandom for LESS

[skyhawkstragedy]

I see Janelle all over twitter and I honestly think that had her bb repertoire not been immaculate she would have been dropped by the fandom a looooooooong time ago

[mugzymiik]

MY INTRODUCTION POST!!! >:]

HELLO HELLO HELLO HIII HIII HIIIIIIIIIIII HELLOOOO!!!!!!!!!

THE NAME'S MUGS, OR OCTOBER!!! i have other names (see them at my pronouny!) but honestly anyone can call me anything, peepeepoopoo man (/gn) even/j AS LONG AS IT ISNT ANYTHING LIKE "dumbass bitch whos an ass" IM GOOD

i have asd, adhd and anxiety,,so TONE INDICATORS PLEASE!!!

please note that it often takes me a while to understand things! some things take even as long as a week for me to finally realize and understand (trust me, its happened before D:)

!!!!!! MINOR !!!!!!!

why you got a 12 car garage if you only got 15 CARS?!

i also use any neopronouns!! so if you dont support neopronouns and/or harass people for using them then get the fuck off my page and dont interact with me, ever. i dont like you./srs

OH YEAH!! SPEAKING OF PRONOUNS!! I USE ANY AND ALL!!!

#mmmramblez - rambling tag (i forget to tag it a lot so its not in use very often✌️😔)

#mugzy art- art tag!! :D

#mugzy replies - ask tag

#mugzys drawing ideas - drawing ideas :D

#things mugs needs later - its a surprise tool that will help us later/j/ref

#Tsavorite hugs everybody - you're next. :)/j (PAUSED AS OF RIGHT NOW)

#shattered body but not spirit au - the SBNS AU tag! :D

#jsab disloyalty au - tag for my JSAB AU

HERES MY LINKTR.EE!!! >:]

im uuh. gonna add list(s) n less important stuff under the "keep reading" part so that this doesn't get too long after first glance

blogs i run/help run!! :D

@askgoldnco: just uh. ask blog for Gold from TPC,,VERY headcanon heavy

@pinkcorruption-verysillyedition: TPC incorrect quotes!! :D

@cats-turn-naturally-pink-somehow: TPC warriors au😭yea thats it,,

@shattered-body-but-not-spirit: TPC AU roleplay blog!!! (death cw; not at all described, but still a theme of it)

posts i made that have info in em n stuff:

my pink corruption headcanons list :D

my fandoms!!

The Pink Corruption (+ Just Shapes & Beats in general)

Warriors/Warrior Cats (been a fan since i was a wee timny wimny babie :3)

Cuphead

Stray

Hilda (The Series)

uuuh,,, my fav chars!!!!

Cube

Gold (he only has like 4 lines of dialogue in canon TPC right now but he just like me fr :D)

Tsavorite

Cyanide

Heli

Pyrare

Spheer

Lythorus

Mugman (oh wow who did i get my name from??? what a mystery/j)

Cagney Carnation

Clementine

Seamus

B-12

Longtail

Bluestar

Graystripe

Ravenpaw

Sandstorm

Yellowfang

Cinderpelt

Littlecloud

Goldenflower

Ferncloud

Hawkfrost

Feathertail

Squirrelflight

Leafpool

Daisy

Hollyleaf

Lionblaze

Ivypool

Mapleshade

Needletail

Violetshine

Alderheart

Gray Wing

Turtle Tail

Jagged Peak

Thunder

River Ripple

+ WAY TOO MANY OTHER WARRIORS CHARACTERS FOR ME TO ACTUALLY LIST EM ALL

Alfur

The Great Raven

Frida

Woodman

Kaisa

Twig

uuuh ill add more lists as i think of them MY ONE (1) SINGLE BRAINCELL IS FADING AWAY/j

(^artist: @/sleepless-tea on DeviantArt)

[slothesaurus]

Decided to post my piece for the Farewell Third Years! Ezine which is a free companion to the official @farewellzine available for pre-order here. If you need a punch in the kokoro and have some cash to spend do check it out!! Lots of good stuff from good humans.

Collabed with elyisio and their art for my piece so if you’d like to see their work and all the other awesome stuff from the ezine just click the link above to download the pdf!!

NOTE: There’s a longer version of this that had the Dateko underclassman which was too adorable for my life I had to scrap since there were word count limitations for the ezine, but I’ll probably post that once I spruce it up when I can.

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: Gen Characters: Moniwa Kaname, Sasaya Takehito, Kamasaki Yasushi Relationships: some lowkey MoniSasaKama if you want it Warnings: Dateko third years having feelings + ramen, a classic rite of growing old for some reason

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There is a lab workshop facing the gym on the second floor of their school. The floor is swept free of debris, and there is a carefully measured distance in the way the stools are tucked away under the large, dark tabletops filled with scratches and dents from a countless parade of alumni long gone.

The windows are plain and unimpressive the way most school windows are. The panes are smudged, still clear enough to see the world but just dirty enough to wonder when was the last time anyone bothered to.

Since repeatedly mistaking the room for one of their classes in first year, Moniwa's found the place to be a small refuge from the outside world.

He'd shown Sasaya and Kamasaki after meeting them in volleyball club. All awkward charm and flailing limbs catching their eyes, brandishing a two layer bento and homebrewed rice tea as he hopefully offered his friendship as readily as he offered his little octopus sausages.

“It’s nothing short of lonely, honestly,” Moniwa had told them at the time, leading them there by their noses with a dangle of his bento, “but the view more than makes up for it, I promise!” Workshop 2-6 has been their favorite dining room ever since.

Today, it's a breakfast arrangement. Winter speckles the school building roofs and campus grounds, their sakura and ume trees still sleeping soundly and bare from within the steel frames of the classroom windows.

“Still pretty lonely,” Moniwa laughs out while staring at inky branches. It’s a soft sound; voice a gentle bow, politely, almost apologetically, making its existence known in a room free of any offended audience. Moniwa keeps his eyes on the view outside, past the tree branches to the track wrapping around the gymnasium. His hands follow the curve of the plastic bowl sitting on his lap, fingers tracing against the cover misting over with condensation. The door slides open behind him with a practiced jiggle, and like clockwork Kamasaki and Sasaya block his view of the track, hazy reflections grinning at him through the glass. Kamasaki raises a few noisy plastic bags excitedly, wiggling his eyebrows as Sasaya holds back a snort, rattling the door shut again. Moniwa squints at them warningly, but they readily squint back, mocking and impish as they climb onto the workshop table Moniwa's been sitting on and sliding forward to meet him. Kamasaki, just as predictably, dangles his legs off the table to Moniwa’s left, automatically pressing himself against his side like some bulky, muscular cat in dire need of physical contact. Sasaya mirrors him shortly after, taking his time and gingerly tucking his foot under his thigh on Moniwa's other side. The process is gradual for him, body leaning toward him in short, steady increments until they’re finally flush from shoulder to hip. Their soft, soft hums leave them like steam curling from teacups. Moniwa's always been someone who runs warm; soothing and languid to the touch during the colder months, an absolute furnace during the warmer ones. "Hello to you too." He chides quietly, resignation chasing their drifting contentment in one breath. "Sorry, it's still just so cold outside it's driving me insane." Kamasaki mumbles, dropping his head onto Moniwa's shoulder and making an inappropriately blissed out sound from the pleasant heat sweeping against his cheek. “It really is,” Sasaya presses against him even more, rifling through one of the plastic bags to hand Moniwa his obligatory apology yogurt bar, "I feel like my toes freeze off whenever I wake up lately." Moniwa makes a show of squinting at the yogurt bar even as he takes it out of habit, placing it over his katsudon bowl and pushing back against Kamasaki, then Sasaya, in a halfhearted effort to nudge them off. They push back against him and sigh gratefully. "You know it's times like these I wonder if you like me for me, or for my heating capacity." He grumbles, drooping under their combined weight. Sasaya snorts, lopsided smile touching the edges of Moniwa’s vision, and corrects him. "Don't be stupid, Moniwa, it's definitely for your devilishly handsome face." "I was always in it for those heavenly legs of yours." Kamasaki confesses, voice buckling from laughter halfway through. "This is sexual harassment." Moniwa decides, pointed frown faltering into a jagged grin; affection chiseling away at the somber lines of his mouth. "Nah, it's called a breakfast hug." Kamasaki insists, voice rising like a tide crashing over all three of them. It smacks into Moniwa’s very core much louder than it used to, less teammates to soak in the overwhelming current of energy thrown in every direction. "I'd rather just have breakfast." Moniwa tries to snap back just as brightly, but it’s too pale and feather-light; molasses-slow with the heavy taste of melancholy overtaking him every time he glances at the calendar on his bedside table.

The hint of spring is a gentle breath on their necks.

Moniwa wonders if there was ever a time he’s disliked the thought of cherry blossoms peppering his hair and finds this to be a first.

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“Why are we doing this again?” Kamasaki asks with his chin perched on his palm, unhelpfully sitting on one of the bar stools in Moniwa’s kitchen as he eyes the deft movements of the other boy’s hands dicing green onions.

Sasaya shuts the fridge door and spins to lean on it, smile patronizing as he shamelessly judges Kamasaki for just sitting around, watching Moniwa’s handiwork like a child. “Because it’s tradition and as old men it’s our duty to follow tradition.”

Kamasaki’s eyebrows bunch up incredulously, swiping a stray piece of the stalk on the chopping board to throw at Sasaya’s forehead.

“Don’t give me that tone like I’m one of the underclassmen.” He sulks, reaching for more ammunition.

Moniwa sputters and smacks Kamasaki on the nose with his free hand, equal parts furious and exasperated as he scolds, “Don’t stick your fingers near the board when there’s a knife at work, Kamacchi!”

“Hah!” Is all Sasaya says with a triumphant grin. Kamasaki bites the inside of his cheek to keep from sticking his tongue out.

“And he’s right,” Moniwa adds as he scrapes the board and moves the diced green onions to the side, “Ramen’s kind of a thing for saying goodbye, you know? Like tonkatsu before a game or something.”

“Or something.” Kamasaki picks petulantly, fingers darting out to grab another piece of green onion and shoving it in his mouth.

Moniwa takes a deep breath, not unlike the way he helps Kamasaki unwind to keep from Futakuchi’s antics from getting to him, and places the knife on the counter far away from both of them. He gives Kamasaki a measured look, but he can’t quite manage the hardness of his eyes, and it leaves him looking halfway between wanting to cry and wanting do a jump serve.

“I’m trying,” He breathes out in an abortive laugh-sigh, “to make some more good memories for us before we leave, okay?” Moniwa groans and folds his arms onto the damp chopping board, burying his head and smelling onions and ginger and old oak.

From over his head, Sasaya gazes at Kamasaki expectantly, eyebrows rising with encouragement as he makes his way closer to the island counter.

Kamasaki cards his fingers into his hair, tugging on it guiltily before huffing and flopping his body over the counter, chin nestling itself on the crown of Moniwa’s head. “Just--”

“Just?” Sasaya encourages as he drops a fist onto Kamasaki’s head, hammering his chin harder onto the back of Moniwa’s skull.

“Ow,” Moniwa complains, muffled in the cove of his own arms.

“Just…” Kamasaki says again, one hand still tugging his hair and the other waving around dangerously close to Sasaya’s general vicinity, “Stop trying so hard, Moniwa.”

The way Kamasaki says it sounds pained. Like leaving the gym the day he and Moniwa had to hand over their co-captaincy, breathless and suddenly three Spring Tournaments older than before they met.

It could be the green onions despite science’s claims, it could be Kamasaki’s chin digging into his head, or it could be the leftover steam from cooking their buckwheat noodles, but Moniwa’s eyes burn as they stare at the wet block of wood beneath him.

“We’ve got plenty of memories to blackmail you with already.” Sasaya soothes, fist uncurling and moving down to curve around his neck. The warm grip firmly tugs him back from the strengthening scent of spring at the back of their throats.

“Do you need us to feed you again until you feel better?" Kamasaki whispers guilelessly into his hair, pulling him away from cherry blossom petals and rolled pieces of paper that weigh too little and promise too much. "Oh my god, that was one time!” He defends himself hastily, suddenly springing up from the counter and headbutting Kamsaki in the process, “One time when I was sleepy and tired from an all-nighter." "I don't know, Moniwa,” Sasaya eyes him doubtfully, “Kamasaki really wanted that eggroll and you just ate it from his unsuspecting chopsticks."

Kamasaki nods his head while testing out his jaw for any lasting injuries. His tone is grim as he agrees, "And on that day, I realized how ruthless Moniwa Kaname really was." "I was sleep deprived!" He insists, heat blooming over his cheeks as he moves to gather the chopped ingredients so they can finally assemble their ramen bowls. "Okay, okay, we're done.” Sasaya breathes out with a laugh, claiming a bowl of noodles from the counter and chucking random toppings onto it. “Let's dig in before everything gets cold."

Kamasaki inhales the steaming broth giddily, making a show of magnanimously bowing his head at them reluctantly. “Well, if you insist.”

Sasaya rolls his eyes and manages to slurps his noodles in the most condescending yet equally fond manner any of them have ever seen.

Moniwa can’t stand it, seeing this end. Can’t stand the thought of looking into the reflection of his future classroom and not seeing their faces grinning. What a chore it’ll be to stare at nothing but the view outside. No crinkling of plastic bags. No shoulders digging into his own. No hilarious death march turned snowball fight rising in intensity on the school’s track before them, until someone manages to hit Oiwake in the face and they all are doing seal penalties until their arms fall off.

“Hey,” He chokes out through the haze of steam from his ramen broth, voice latching onto Sasaya and Kamasaki as easily as that first time he asked to eat with them.

Sasaya shifts from one leg to another from his spot near the fridge, slurping slower to show that he’s paying attention. Kamasaki blinks at him from across the counter, a plump mushroom pinched between his chopsticks between them.

Moniwa stares at it for a long moment, head leaning over to tug it into his mouth with his teeth and chewing around a particularly forgivable smile.

Kamasaki and Sasaya both gape at him, lips parting like fish lost and out of breath.

“Thanks.” He clarifies with a confident swallow of his stolen mushroom, dipping his head down to stare at the ridiculous grin reflecting back at him from his ramen bowl.

“For what?” Kamasaki dares to ask, chopsticks clattering onto the rim of his bowl.

“Making me forget what lonely felt like for three years.”

Moniwa sees both their eyes mist over, hears their throats suddenly crack and thicken, and feels the taste of something at the tip of his tongue.

A hint of spring, perhaps. Bitter with the promising tang of something entirely worth it.