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roomstudent · 8 months ago
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 2 months ago
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All he knows is flirt with men and lie.
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takes1 · 6 months ago
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p.2 one night stand aftermath with needy!tsukishima
this boy is gonna get whinyyyy in the next one. sorry i haven't been posting like everyday anymore, i'm either hitting a wall or i'm exiting my manic creative fever
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warnings. sfw-ish, conversation/narration about sex. minors DNI
info. fem!reader / smut build-up / flirting / one night stand aftermath / needy!tsukki / timeskip!tsukki / museum setting / miscommunication / 1.6k words / reply to be added to taglist for part 3!
haikyuu collection. part one here.
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"Are you sure they're not in your bag?"
You did not want to bother somebody at their job because of your nephew's inconvenient tendency to leave his eyeglasses around.
The six-year-old stopped and you watched him search through his little Indiana Jones-themed bag. No glasses. Just the sandwich you packed for him, a coloring book, and pencils to go with it.
"Shit," You sighed under your breath. You had already been in the museum for an hour and a half.
They could've been anywhere. You rubbed the back of your neck and looked at the reclined worker behind the service desk in the lobby.
"We'll... we'll ask if they've seen any, alright?"
"Okay!"
You approached, hoping the man would break the ice first when he noticed you.
All he did was keep tapping away on his phone.
If anything, he shrank lower in his seat when you came up to the counter so you couldn't see him as easily.
"Hi, um- Excuse me, we just wanted to know if you've seen any glasses around- Or if anyone had come by to turn some in."
It was difficult enough to muster the courage to speak. But to make matters worse, the worker peeked out from around his shoe with the rudest 'Go away, I'm busy doing nothing' stare that he could muster.
Pressured frustration built in your chest and you readied yourself to speak louder, be more assertive so he could understand this wasn't a problem that would just go away.
It fizzled at a flash of short, fluffy blond hair.
Your fingers twitched from the memory of how soft it was against your shoulder, between your legs, against your palms.
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His eyes widened with recognition. He took his legs back down, a lanky hand setting his headphones to rest around his neck.
You realized you had forgotten his name, so you couldn't express that you knew him so easily-- it left you speechless, grabbing at something to say.
Thankfully, it was a problem for later, because he confirmed that he heard you after all.
"You wear... glasses?" He asked.
His face worked, soaking in every new detail of your natural features he didn't get to see the last time you were together.
"No, I don't," Was all you could say.
You motioned to the child hiding behind your back, clinging to your shirt.
A nearly open-mouthed look.
"Oh!" You covered a small laugh at his unnaturally wide-eyed stare, "He's not mine!"
You held your hand to your heart, then placed it atop your nephew's head and ruffled his hair.
"Just babysitting my nephew. He wouldn't stop asking me to come here,"
The kid leaned all his weight to the side and squinted around, using you as an anchor to hold him up. He couldn't be bothered listening to you.
"He loves the museum."
He spared a glance to the little one rubbing his eyes behind you and, to his own surprise, found sympathy in his heart.
It was a quiet and incredibly uncomfortable search. You remembered his name along the way, thankfully.
It didn't help that it was nearly empty besides your small group making a sloth's pace throughout the vast, never-ending halls. Frequent stops at places you lingered at earlier to read plaques or marvel at figures put some occasional ease on the tension.
Tsukishima walked slow, with his hands in his pockets, and looked at anything but you.
Simply by his wordless agreement to help you, you could tell this job wasn't something he took very seriously. If he didn't already know you inside and out, he would've turned his music up to drown out your plea for help.
His calculated, but somehow yet disinterested gaze stood as strong evidence that he wasn't warm.
You held yourself to silence a shiver.
So, why did he look so heartbroken when you left his bedroom?
A quiet, toneless voice wrenched you out of your inquisitive thoughts.
"You do this often?"
You didn't understand how comfortable you actually were with the quiet until you had to come up with something to respond with. What was he referring to? The museum, or the sex?
"Um-?"
His face was so intense when you tried to look at him for more elaboration. Like you had stepped on the back of his shoe.
You quickly looked down.
"With the kid," He muttered.
"Oh, yeah," You blew a breath of relief, "Yeah yeah, I see him every couple weeks. We usually come here."
He hummed.
It was getting quiet all over again. You felt an obligation to try, now.
"Do...you like working here?" You winced. A dumb question you already knew the answer to.
His response wasn't as cruel as you expected. He even pretended to consider it.
"It pays for my tuition."
A generous nugget of information- your nephew began searching on his own accord around this old, interactive archeological sand table and you lingered next to Tsukishima for a minute.
"Tohoku University?"*
He nodded at your question as you both sifted through the sand in front of you.
"Me, too," You smiled, "Kinesiology major."
There was a small laugh on his lips. He smoothed the display back out when it was obvious there were no glasses here and you continued on your way.
"What, are you some snooty med student?" You scoffed at his perceived pretentiousness.
It wasn't rare to come across people who discriminated based on major when you interacted with so many aspiring nurses and surgeons. You liked the student athletes at your university better.
"No," He shook his head, "I- Just- yeah. It's nothing."
You believed him, but he left you confused and hanging on by a thread by his odd mannerisms and avoidant speech. It was difficult to make any lasting judgement about him.
Regardless, he stuck around and, though not enthusiastically, helped you search for the next twenty minutes.
There was the chance he could've been doing it all to repeat that night. If he gave you any indication that he was interested in a round two, you were prepared to take him up on the offer. But you had a feeling he would've already tried to flirt, or talk more, or just flat out tell you instead of dancing around, exhausting your politeness if it was the case.
Another room, another few minutes spent searching.
When nothing came up again, you got his attention with a frown, "You don't have to keep helping. I know this is pretty dull."
His face grew a bit warm. You both looked away.
"I'm not just gonna leave," He managed to work around your invitation to go away and reference your night together.
At first, you trailed behind him on the way into the next hall, but shook your reaction off and caught up to his side.
"So, why did you?"
He cut the niceties and put it all on the table, but you weren't at all expecting it to be laced in guilt, or shame, on his end.
Maybe if he had a sweeter resting face, or didn't kiss you so fast, or wasn't so handsy in the Uber back to his place, or didn't fuck you on the floor because he couldn't wait to get to his room, or didn't talk to you like he owned you, or didn't tell you to scream his name-- maybe if he just had an ounce of patience at the start, you would've foreseen his cuddly side and stayed a bit longer.
Honesty was probably best.
"I just," There was difficulty in your voice, "I just didn't peg you as the type to want more than-,"
His eyes were narrow and focused, fixated on your glossy lips as you spoke. It forced you to end your sentence short.
A minute passed and you were back to the skeleton displays.
As you watched him across the room, leaned under a bench to help search despite it being well over his paycheck, your heart squeezed.
He was a pretty boy- and kind where it counted, as far as you could tell. The most obvious trait of his was how much he liked you, even at the very start.
The way his face worked when he looked at you; intensity in the form of longing you'd never been the subject of before.
You'd be lying if you said it didn't make you feel pretty special to make a guy like that crumble.
"Found them." He called.
You groaned out a yes, excited you didn't have to pay an arm and a leg for a replacement. You jogged over to watch him wipe off the lenses on his shirt and hand them to your nephew.
"Glasses are expensive," Tsukishima placed his hands on his hips, unaware of how intimidating he was to a small child, "You should keep better track of those."
The kid apologized at a barely-there whisper and quickly clung to you again, embarrassed.
After all the searching, you were both tired and relieved to be able to go back home. Part of you weighed your legs down to this spot, though.
"I- suppose I owe you an apology, too," You admitted.
The double meaning was not lost on him. His chest swelled with a tentative, slow breath and he bit the inside of his cheek.
"You don't have to do that."
You were almost certain he was about to invite you back to his place. Just when you thought you had him, he slips away.
It was risky, but as you watched your nephew sprint over to a display he didn't see earlier, you decided it was more appropriate to try again.
"I'd love to make it up to you," You placed your hands on the back of your hips and tried to emulate the same look you passed to him in the club. Through your lashes, real casual, but unwavering eye contact.
His jaw worked at your not-so-subtle request to be invited back. It gave way to a hand rifling through his short, bouncy curls and red-tinged ears.
He looked over his shoulder to check you weren't being listened to.
A familiar sound was his low, interested mutter, "Are you free tonight?"
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*the uni mention: idk what the fuck i'm talking about lmao fan wiki failed me i tried to find out where he actually goes to college don't burn me at the stake
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xoxoemynn · 11 months ago
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For OFMD Tumblr friends who want a S3 and are scared of Twitter
First, no judgment from me. I very much get it. I resisted Twitter for a long time, and even though I'm now a bit more comfortable on it, it's still not my Fandom Home. There are a TON of valid reasons not to be on Twitter, but if you REALLY want to keep OFMD visible right now and help its chances of returning for a third season, Twitter is the best place to do it. Like it or not, Twitter is still the best social media platform for raising awareness and for instant news updates.
Tumblr posts don't make headlines. Topics that have been trending on Twitter do. And if we want this show to come back, we need to make OFMD impossible to ignore.
By now you've probably seen just how close we came to a S3, and if you're like me, you are RAGING and donning your battle jacket. But I get it can be intimidating to get on Twitter for the first time, so I thought I'd address some common anxieties I see. I'll put below a cut because this got a bit long, but I promise it's a quick read.
I don't know what to say! Where do I even start? That's okay! You don't have to create your own tweets (although it's great if you do). Amplifying other people's posts is also important. Go ahead and like/retweet/reply to other people's posts. This may also help you get an idea of what you may like to say in your own tweets.
Hashtags...yes? Yes! Although don't use too many or you may get flagged as a bot. The biggest one that seems to be emerging is #SaveOFMD. Other popular ones are #RenewAsACrew, #RenewOurFlagMeansDeath, and of course, #OFMD and #OurFlagMeansDeath.
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Should I just be tagging all the streaming services? Per @renewasacrew, no. It's counterproductive. You'll want to tag one streamer at a time and be specific. Below is an example of a tweet I made the other day -- use specific reasons why that that particular streamer may benefit from picking up OFMD.
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I'm scared. People are mean. Yeah, people are mean. But I will say the vibes over at OFMD Twitter are currently the best I've ever seen them. People seem to have united for the greater good and are being overwhelmingly positive and just trying to do whatever we can to save the show. (That said, again, I already had a pretty curated feed, and was very liberal with blocking users/terms I didn't want to see, but I've been able to spend so much more time in the For You tab than I ever have without being jump scared by something.)
But I don't know anyone there! Wouldn't I just be shouting into the void? Not if you use the hashtags! Fans are being really good about following those and engaging with the tweets. Plus, [Stede voice], I'm your friend. I'm xoxoemynn over there as well, I'll follow you back and engage with any of your posts that I see. Plus, what's been REALLY lovely to see is that SO many lurkers have come out of lurkerdom to support the efforts, and they are being welcomed with open arms, so you will not be alone. Again, I am telling you, vibes? Best I've ever seen them.
I can't get sucked into another social media platform, I don't have the time. The beauty here is you don't need to spend a lot of time. I've been on Twitter more in the past week than I have in the entire year I've had an account, and I'm still only on for maybe an hour total the entire day? I open the app, I check a couple accounts, I engage with a handful of posts, and I close the app. It takes all of five minutes. It's an extremely small lift that can have a very big impact.
My bet is on Zaslav expecting us to be upset, and that there may be a day or two of outrage, but then we'd move on. I'm sure right now he's trying to convince everyone that this is a fluke, and that it'll blow over soon. Don't let him win. Keep OFMD in the news. Be loud (but polite) and make Max and other streamers take note of what a passionate, loyal fan base this show has. Make their stocks continue to drop. Make it clear this is NOT just a fluke, it is NOT business as usual. It's a BIG fuck up with lasting consequences.
Twitter, for all its sins, is the best place to do this.
Now let's get our damned show back.
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dol--blathanna · 2 months ago
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Thinking a lot about Orym choosing a rabbit when asked what animal he would pick if cursed with lycanthropy.
Because, it makes sense. Orym is small, quick, agile, jumps well, and is highly perceptive. That definitely evokes rabbit imagery. But a lot of Orym’s identity is also tied up with being a protector – giving people AC bumps, the shield being as much a part of his fighting style as his sword, even his title: Saviour Blade of the Tempest. He wants to be a “Shield that protects Exandria”; his priorities about saving the gods are less about the gods themselves, and more about protecting the people of Exandria from the unintended consequences and bloodshed of releasing Predathos. And it would’ve been very easy to pick a large, strong predator to try and evoke the sense of a protector – a wolf, for example, an animal associated with loyalty and protecting its pack. Yet Orym chose a rabbit.
And I think that’s interesting, because rabbits are often seen as ‘cute’ animals – but they’re also a prey animal. In fact, they’re a common food source for many animals across several ecosystems: foxes, wolves, wild cats, dogs, birds of prey like eagles or owls, coyotes, stoats, and humans (and that’s just off the top of my head). Rabbits are skittish, easily frightened; to be rabbit-hearted is to be timid or cowardly. They are not generally associated with fierceness or prowess in fighting. Mice and rats are prey animals too, but typically seen as vermin (rabbits are sometimes seen as vermin too, but a farmer could eat a rabbit – they wouldn’t eat a rat). Deer are prey, but they have hooves and antlers that bring a danger to hunting them, for any animal – the difficulties of hunting rabbits are more related to their evasiveness, speed and good hearing than any life-threatening danger they might pose. Rabbits are, first and foremost, prey animals. They are killed and eaten, so that another animal might live.
Which made me think a lot about one of Orym’s other key traits: self-sacrifice. Bait and switch doesn’t just bump up his ally’s ACs, it specifically switches their place to put him directly in harm’s way. Goading attack is meant to encourage enemies to attack him instead of his friends. He literally made a deal with a hag, essentially exchanging his own life for power to protect his friends. How many times has he gone down in a fight? He’s not the only tank – but unlike Ashton (and Chetney, who also uses ‘self-sacrifice’ in his fighting style with his blood curses) he has no abilities to reduce the damage from the hits he takes (barbarian rage and the werewolf form).
(Side note: I think it’s pretty interesting that Chetney, the wolf, has attacked Orym, the rabbit, more than anyone else when losing control. That Orym’s facial scar was given to him by a friend, not a foe).
Of course, Orym isn’t the only character with self-sacrificial tendencies (FCG wins by a landslide), but I just can’t stop thinking about how weirdly perfect it is that he chose a rabbit for his animal. Rabbits are prey animals. They are eaten, so that other animals may live. Orym takes the hits, he goads and switches with his team mates to put himself in danger, he makes a deal with a hag at the cost of his own life. He’s a soldier, throwing his life away for a cause over and over again because Ludinus must be stopped, because Keyleth has put her trust in him, because it’s the only way to protect his friends, to protect everyone, because it’s the right thing to do. Orym is a rabbit. He’s always been a rabbit. That day in Zephrah, it could have easily been Orym who died instead of Will and Derrig – “unfortunate but necessary sacrifices”, as Ludinus viewed the attack. It’s unfortunate they had to die, but it was for the greater good, according to Ludinus. It’s unfortunate that a rabbit has to die, but it will feed a family of foxes, or stoats, or even a hungry human, so it’s acceptable, right?
Orym is a rabbit. He is giving himself to a greater cause that could very easily kill him – he already willingly signed his life away to Nana Morri. Because that’s what rabbits do. They die to feed others.
And the theme of being disposable is present across the entire group, not just in Orym – Bell’s Hells has been called a “party of NPCs” before. Aside from FCG’s death, I’d say Laudna perhaps fits this theme the best: she was literally murdered and hung from a tree simply because she looked similar to Vex, acting as a warning to adventurers she had never met before. But FCG’s death was – rightfully – viewed as a terrible tragedy by the group. Laudna’s decision to remove Delilah, finally freeing herself from her abuser and emphasising she is more, and deserves to be more, than just some disposable puppet – this was rightfully viewed as a very good thing! But Orym seems to be embracing this identity of self-sacrifice instead, rather than this mindset being properly challenged or acknowledged as a bad thing. After all, there’s no time. There’s too much at stake. Keyleth, Bell’s Hells, all the memories of those who have died in this fight, all the people who might die if Predathos is released and kickstarts a second Calamity – they’re all relying on him, right? A rabbit feeding so many animals with his sacrifice. And it’s not malicious compared to the way that, say, Delilah killing Laudna was an incredibly evil, fucked up and unnecessary thing to do. If Orym died to save everyone else, well, at least everyone else would be saved, right? Saving lives is good, isn't it? How could he complain?
Because rabbits are prey animals, and Orym is a rabbit too. Destined to die so that another animal may feed.
Except, that’s not true. Rabbits are more than just prey. They’re highly social, and thrive best living with others. They’re playful, they enjoy running around and kicking their legs just to show their enjoyment. They’re inquisitive and mischievous, even being associated with tricksters in some folklore and stories. They’re also associated with innocence, playfulness, spring, youth – all manner of things, depending on the story or culture. And they’re not helpless, either, even if they might be thought of as such. They can bite and scratch and draw blood quite easily if they want to! In fact, freezing up isn’t their only response when being attacked by a predator, they are known to fight back if cornered. They can sprint quickly, they have excellent hearing and senses of smell, they know how to evade predators.
Rabbits are prey, and they are also survivors. They have their own social dynamics, their own habits and dislikes and preferences. They are more than just a wolf’s meal. And Orym is more than a soldier, too. He’s more than a “necessary sacrifice”, he’s more than just a shield and sword. He deserves more than to die for a cause. He deserves a happy ending, just like everyone else. I hope he remembers that.
Orym is a rabbit. And the message isn’t that he shouldn’t be a rabbit. It’s that rabbits are worthy of surviving, too.
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corsairspade · 3 months ago
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Halenthir scenario where they get married for tax benefits (in a platonic good friends sort of way) and fall in love long distance via sending each other letters with ideas on how to best leverage their marriage for tax evasion.
#Haleth has never paid taxes before moving to brethil#And is FUMING about the idea. So she sends a letter to Caranthir who mentioned something about *evading* taxes#In this setting I guess they part on good friendship terms#She visits him for a crash course in tax evading and they get drunk and someone mentions marriage giving you tax benefits#They wake up the next day and decide “you know what. Let’s actually get married for tax evasion purposes. It would be hilarious”#Up to you whether they get married in the elven way or just in the human way#Haleth fucks off back to brethil with a bunch of gifts from Caranthir like “bye bestie” and he’s like “👍. Bye bestie.”#And they strike up a proper correspondence#Because they’re married obviously#not because they’re having fun talking about loopholes in the tax code#That would be ridiculous. Obviously they are writing each other erotica.#All of Caranthir’s brothers find out because Caranthir ticks married on his tax return#Maglor voice: YOU GOT MARRIED? AND YOU DIDNT INVITE US?#Caranthir voice: It was pretty low-key. Now tell me. Did Fingolfin cry upon seeing how I leveraged my marriage for tax concessions.#Literally all his brothers: various sounds of sudden realisation this is a tax scheme#half of them don’t even believe haleth is a real person. She might have just been made up for tax reasons#Obviously this leads to a comedy of errors and classic finwean snooping#at one point Haleth hits one of Caranthir’s (half) cousins with a shovel for snooping#claims her name isn’t haleth (despite all her people calling her Haleth) and dares them to call her out on it#they can’t btw she is terrifying#silmarillion#the silmarillion#tolkien#caranthir#morifinwe#haleth of the haladin
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setaflow · 14 days ago
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Season 2 of Arcane is making me realize that Jayce was a really good character that was hamstrung by very few character interactions outside of Viktor and Mel last season. Yes, please put that sad bisexual with good intentions, poor judgement skills, and huge muscles in MORE situations.
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keow · 2 years ago
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Women are the ones who select the mate but the entire game is making men FEEL like they’re the ones picking out and “catching” the woman. The rituals are more intricate than you’ll ever consciously comprehend.
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jumpscaregoose · 20 days ago
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my search for weird medieval jesus paintings my professor talks about a lot took me places I didn't expect
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sangrefae · 5 months ago
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i feel like it must be said that i very much enjoy mithrun, he's one of my favorite characters, but the way the community at large handles him with safety gloves as if he'll break at the slightest criticism is very frustrating considering his role in the story is that of an antagonistic force
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aliusfrater · 5 months ago
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shut UP
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apostate-in-an-alcove · 27 days ago
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Maybe if you people stop treating your coworkers like mindless NPCs or evil incarnate you'd feel less lonely. It wouldn't kill you to talk with and have compassion for the people you work with.
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mixelation · 1 year ago
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In regards to Tori doing fuuinjutsu with like five thousand extra steps, is there anything that her sealing style actually benefits from her way? Is she imbuing the technique with some unknown stability or is this a language barrier thing? Is her alien way of doing this scary to people? WHEN WILL WE SEE MINAKUSHI REACTING TO YOGURT FUUINJUTSU
tori tends to overdesign because the FIRST time around when she was learning, she couldn't manipulate her own chakra. this gets talked about a little in the castle chapter -- the more discrete pieces you put into a seal, the more chakra you lose as it moves through the seal. so most of the bigger and more complicated seals usually require the user to do some manipulating themselves of the chakra within the seal, to minimize that loss (that or you need to be a chakra powerhouse or get multiple people to input chakra). tori can't do that in plasticity, and also she's designing stuff for non-experts to use, so she compensates by a mixture of getting really, REALLY good at techniques to conserve input chakra, and then by hijacking other sources of chakra (like from yogurt. or from the poor idiot she's tattooing a seal onto).
unfortunately sometimes she also ends up just adding things to compensate for weakness as she goes instead of stepping back and trying to actually fix the base design, like sticking absurd amounts of tape on something. like, this part of the seal leaks chakra and i don't know why? i'll just make a NEW thing to funnel the chakra back in. it technically works but now she's made something that so complicated and weird that reproducing it will be challenging
so the benefits are that, for most of tori's seals, you can just slam chakra into them and the seal will do literally all the work, even for really big seals. you don't have to squat over it concentrating hard manipulating your own chakra. her brushwork looks like irreproducible nightmare fuel but actually she has an incredibly good understanding of chakra use efficiency and how to manipulate it without losing anything. but also. what the fuck is going on here
kushina is of the mindset "well, if it works, it works" so she'll tease tori but not actually give much feedback besides "that is going to be SUCH a pain to make again, you know." but i think minato is the type of person who is like "okay, it's good that works, but we can always be improving and streamlining--" so seeing something with like fifty extra brush strokes makes his brain go AAAAAH. if tori was interested in defending her work, she'd point out that her way has its own benefits (more prep but easier and faster to execute, she could pass it on to chump chunin number 2, etc), and i think minato could be swayed even if looking at the seal gives him anxiety. but tori's deeply paranoid and distrustful of authority when she initially gets to konoha, so that type of conversation takes a while to happen
also hijacking non-human chakra is REALLY groundbreaking, but she is being forced to do some reinventing of the wheel, so to speak, and the intermediate steps on this line of research & design look...... bonkers. really, aggressively bonkers
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takes1 · 6 months ago
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one night stand aftermath with needy!tsukishima
semi-drabble i just rlly liked the sound of. i wanna write more for this, still debating how i wanna actually write the smut for it
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warnings. implicit nsfw. minors DNI
info. fem!reader / one night stand aftermath / no cuddling / needy!tsukki / miscommunication / future smut / future fluff / timeskip!tsukki / reader with trust issues kinda / 408 words / reply to be added to taglist for part 2!
haikyuu collection. part two here.
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Tsukishima was still swimming in his residual post-orgasm paradise when you were feeling around for your top in his tangled sheets.
His hand left his stomach to make room for your body next to his. It was stuffed behind his cold, silk pillowcase.
It didn't seem odd to him when you began to put some clothes back on- he understood it wasn't his privilege to ask about any potential insecurities, or start any hard conversation after just meeting you and fucking your brains out.
You were adjusting your tits back in place when he asked, eyes closed, "You want some water?"
"Oh- no thanks," You chuckled, a little put off by his concern.
It made him open an eye to try to decipher your stilted tone. He saw you reach for your heels and his stomach flexed with an instinct he didn't know he harbored.
Of course, you were doing everything in your power to not look at him, so you didn't see his funny half-sit-up to his elbows, or the twist of his brow when you checked your watch.
"You're leaving?"
It came out a little less cool than he wanted. It obviously didn't land well-- he pulled the sheets up, pissed that he sounded so desperate, over his hips when you spared a subtle, shocked look in his direction.
"Yeah?" Was another polite laugh from your lips.
Was it some kind of inside joke? Was he missing something? It left him more embarrassed, since it only hurried the collection of your miscellaneous belongings.
Instead of taking time to put them where they belonged in the pockets, you just shoved your jewelry inside in one big clump.
He knew he made it more difficult, more uncomfortable, by expecting more from a stranger he met at the club.
But he couldn't bring himself to feel bad about it when his heart felt like it had been replaced by a lead block. Sheets clutched between his fingers, he stared down and away when you closed the distance between yourself and the door.
A pause, just as your hand hit the handle.
"This was really fun," You said, incredibly too soft, too sweet.
He chose not to look at you. You took it as a sign to leave.
The door clicked to a quiet shut. He slid back down and covered his burning face with his hands, sick to his stomach at how badly he still needed you.
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ernmark · 11 months ago
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In a post-apocalyptic scenario, I'd be the one growing mint and chamomile so we'd always have a supply of tea.
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violetren · 9 months ago
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When Inigo Montoya experiences immeasurable loss and mental anguish that propels him to a path of vengeance that he temporarily gets lost on, becoming a worse version of himself, a roving mercenary who even inadvertently ends up furthering the goals of his sworn enemy until he meets an opponent who makes him stop take stock and recognise how lost he has become and how he doesn't have to be in this alone, swiftly followed by him killing the target of his revenge and riding off into the sunset with his new friends everyone is lining up around the block to applaud,
However when the Dragon in Damsel follows the same story beats in a font just different enough to keep from getting sued...
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