#makes my crow brain activate

[stringcage]

the moon is just another pretty woman who doesn't want me

[kreachvera]

drew like a dark, fucked up version of dizzy haha. Just a glimpse into my dark reality...

[robinsnest2111]

guess having long nails (too lazy to cut and file them every week) has gotten me back into my funky nail polish obsession

saw a black metallic glitter polish called "Starry Nights" while getting groceries today, had to have it. there's also a milky white metallic glitter polish called "Sweet As Sugar" from the same line... thinking about that one still...

[gambitandrogues]

The struggle between consuming all the content for a franchise as fast as I possibly can versus spreading it over literal years

[phonyroni]

So unlike me to do a long text post but here we are.

Whooooooa boy here comes a rant about why I love Crowe as an asexual player (yes I love him for more than that but this is my brain-)

Obviously spoilers ahead...

So both LIs have NSFW scenes right? And even if I'm ace, I wanna see every possibility so I play them anyway. NOW THE THING ABOUT SOL IS, one of my biggest... I wouldn't say "turn-ons" since it's not applicable, but my biggest relationship YES THINGS is consent. In ever sense of the word, making sure your partner is on board with whatever activity you have planned is the greenest flag imaginable. Sol doesn't care lol. Like dude breaks into your house, stalks you, drugs you, then pretty much SAs you. You could say "oh he doesn't insert anything" but it's all the same to me. It's unconsentual sexual activity, so my brain was screaming that he isn't safe, even aside from the murder stuff. Maybe he wouldn't since he stalks you and knows shit, but tbh I don't think he cares cuz he's delulu as fuck

Now CROWE! Aside from being the loml and the prettiest man in existence, he only does anything AFTER you've consented. You are fully aware and conscious and give him clear confirmation that he can continue. MEANING, as an ace person, he would understand it and not even suggest the idea. The scene would make sense for the NSFW stuff not happening, because it's about not giving that consent. However... The Sol stuff still would. He doesn't care if you consent, so he would still do all the sexy stuff if you're an ace player, it's just that you don't have to see it.

Anyway, Crowe my beloved please marry me I have the ring-

[chaos-bites]

🐎 Subtle Odin Worship 🐺

Educate yourself on Norse runes and their meanings; if you can/want, make your own runes using subtle items, such as bottle caps or playing cards (write the runes on them)

Study for school; do homework

Be curious about the world around you; be willing to learn about it

Research and learn about random topics that interest you

Have a candle that reminds you of him (no altar needed)

Keep a picture of him in your wallet

Have a stuffed animal wolf, raven, or horse

Have imagery of spears, the world tree, or the Valknut around

Wear jewelry that reminds you of him

If you're disabled, be kind to your body and yourself; have patience with yourself

Take care of yourself physically

Educate yourself on Norse/Viking history; learn about world history in general

Think of outside the box solutions to problems

Keep a journal of self-written works, such as poetry or short stories

Try your hand at developing new skills; do things you've never done before

Improve and practice already learned skills

Engage in activities that stimulate your brain

Practice standing up for yourself; assert your personal boundaries

Make a list of your personal strengths and accomplishments; take pride in yourself

Support animal sanctuaries and refuges

Volunteer at a homeless shelter

Try to have a more nuanced perspective of the world and other people

Have an alcoholic drink, especially mead; if you can't do this, drink something you love; raise a glass to him

Eat a good, hardy meal, especially meats; eat three meals a day

Work on communication skills; practice healthy forms of communication

Practice mindfulness

Learn non-obvious forms of divination; cartomancy, pyromancy, shufflomancy, etc.

Read about Norse mythology, especially Odin's many adventures and experiences

Honor your ancestors; learn about your family history

Take time to yourself, even just to decompress; work hard but remember to rest

Write down your dreams; try to interpret them

Feed any local crows or ravens

Support veteran organizations

Be considerate towards veterans; don't light fireworks in neighborhoods, don't set off weapons near neighborhoods, don't ask about war stories unless prompted by the veteran, etc.

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May add more later! For the time being, this is my list of ways to discreetly worship Odin. Take care, everyone, and I hope this helps someone! 🩵

Link to my Subtle Worship Master list

[biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer]

TKATB: More theories! Yay!

This most certainly will contain spoilers for Days 1 and 2 of @fantasia-kitt 's 'The Kid At The Back', along with containing mentions of material found on her Twitter (https://twitter.com/fantasia_kitt).

WILL HAVE SPOILERS! IF YOU HAVEN'T PLAYED THROUGH DAYS 1 AND 2, I RECOMMEND FINISHING THEM FIRST.

Quite a lot of these may allude to the ones I posted a week(?) ago, but my brain has brained REALLY HARD (almost as hard as when I get when I see Geo) and I think I have more ideas/more specified ideas of what could happen.

- So, I am correct in assuming the fact that the Hallow's Ball is on Day 5 (because Day 1 is in fact Monday); now this might be a stretch, in fact, it probably is, but due to the fact the Higher Class paid a visit to the school, maybe some of them might show up? Or maybe the people who bullied Brittney (think the food fight route) try to publically humiliate her or something, because something tells me she's got a lot of enemies, and something pretty bad is gonna happen to her.

- Geo is mentioned to have been disqualified due to 'accidentally' shooting an arrow at another person and it cutting their hair. Jess mentions we'd have to go 'next year' to see him partake again, so I'm gonna guess this competition is an annual thing. Maybe (and I'm assuming this as well) Geo and Hyugo were part of the Higher Class (because their dad works with the city's Founder, so that's gotta be High Class if I've ever heard it), but they were moved down. Geo is seemingly using archery to try and get selected to return back to the Higher Class, but if so, why get purposefully disqualified over almost potentially killing someone? Maybe, someone *really* pissed him off, or maybe got him sent down for whatever reason (we know Geo has daddy issues so maybe his father treats him like shit because of it) and he's subtly trying to threaten them?

- Along with that, MC wonders why he didn't get arrested. Think about it, he's got money, a lot of it. Hyugo says how corrupt this city is, their father (I believe Geo is an illegitimate child, due to the mother cheating or smth idk) probably paid the cops to not give a shit.

- Hyugo also has a LOT of connections, is often MIA, and is in the student council, so he's got influence. (Maybe adding salt to Geo's wounds indirectly?) I have a feeling he goes MIA for his syndicate activities (he has access to sleeping pills); and maybe because he's part of the council and gets stupidly high ass grades, nobody questions it. Besides, he's probably got some sketchy operations going on to maintain it all.

- With Crowe asking about Marie Antoinette, I now feel that our 'responses' to whether she was a good or horrible person are things HE did. "She was ignorant, she raved while people were starving..." - MC to Crowe when choosing the 'She was a horrible person' choice. I'll ignore the latter part for now, because that was a normal thing for rich people to do at the time. But the ignorant part is interesting. Maybe the reason Crowe is so nice (and it's not a facade, according to Fantasia herself) is because he's trying to redeem himself? Sol, if you don't skip class and let him escort you, states: "Ichabod (Crowe's surname) it's always been you. I should have dealt with him years ago..." So, maybe, at some point, Crowe had a pristine relationship with his family, mother specifically, (he doesn't anymore) and the reasoning behind this is due to the fact he believed he was superior? Maybe he was even a bully at some point? Hell, maybe he even made fun of Sol, and Sol wants to obliterate him for it. He (Crowe) was making him (Sol), and now he is trying to steal his so(u)lmate?! How fucking dare he?!

- Brittney also states that she's astonished about how Deryl has almost no friends, so I think that's incredibly fascinating, because it's true. How does a bubbly, happy jock like him get ignored by so many? Maybe because he helped Brittney (along with Jess) when she was low?

- Again, about Brittney, I feel that that frat party 2 years ago shattered her reputation, her image, everything. I bet some damaging info got spread about her and it led to her 'mysteriously' leaving the cheerleading squad, becoming more isolated and essentially (I'm assuming this) getting moved down with Jess. (Check previous one for why I think Jess got moved down as well, but tldr is she lost her shit, maybe got physical and it got her and Brittney sent to the worse school together). - On Fantasia's twitter, there's a Day 3 nsfw image of Sol essentially standing in front of a mirror with blood everywhere (ill link the slideshow that i have of every image i found/liked), anyway it's the right one on slide 9; with the caption "All I see are flaws"....so maybe if you ignore him on Day 3 and hang out with Crowe, he'll start losing his shit? Maybe thinking he isn't good enough? - Also, in the Day 2 NSFW scene, there are some prominent burn marks on Sol's back...does he get abused to this day? Does he live alone and they're scars?????? Maybe that's what he meant when he says "I've been dealt worse" in relation to the bullying? He does have history with them after all.

So. That's basically it, brain will continue to brain. Until then, ciao. (and yes the Geo fanfic is coming dw) Slides: https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/1Wb_biHRk6g1gKj0WZ5XVwEtKGjFRTapDYerlEyhYPGE/edit#slide=id.g2cffd4cd112_0_34

[keouil]

inside me, a family

“and for god’s sake,” kuroo yells in the direction of the entrance. “can someone please get tsukki off flyer distribution! he’s scaring more people off than inviting them!” 3k. karasuno/nekoma. fluff. also on ao3.

“Nekokara.”

“What are you,” Suga grimaces. “A fujoshi? Why does it matter which team name comes first in the banner?”

Kuroo’s stubborn expression doesn’t budge an inch, nor does his posture. “Nekokara.”

“Karaneko,” Daichi suddenly pipes up, surprising everyone in the room. Noya and Tanaka have somehow strategically slithered their way at each of his side, very much looking like his personal bodyguards as they set to agreeing very loudly and verbally all the while massaging their captain’s shoulders. Go, Daichi-san! Defend our honor!

“Oh god,” Suga breathes out, palming his forehead. “Don’t tell me you’re in on this too?”

Daichi just smirks, crossing his arms over his chest. It doesn’t escape Suga’s notice that doing so just forces his muscles to protrude from his already annoyingly jacked chest, making even Kuroo stand up straighter. 

"Karaneko,” Daichi repeats, pitching his voice lower and more demandingly. 

Kuroo’s eyes slant to a glare, nostrils flaring slightly. Tora has somehow also miraculously materialized by his side, clamping a hand on his shoulder as he—just like Noya and Tanaka—begins his own verbal back-up of his captain.

“Neko—”

“Good Lord this will never end,” Yaku suddenly cuts in, stepping in between both teams and glaring long and hard at each captain until some of their confidence withers just so. Daichi defers almost immediately, while Kuroo pathetically lasts about five pitiful seconds. “Karaneko, Nekokara, whatever. It doesn’t matter. Shouldn’t we get started on more important things like how we’re actually going to pull off a damn bake sale?”

Kuroo opens his mouth to counterargue, but is, once again, pathetically silenced by Yaku immediately sending a seething look his way. It’s purely out of self-preservation that he shrinks into himself and zips his mouth altogether.

Yaku uses the temporary shift in power dynamics to pass around scraps of paper, aided by Asahi and Kai who also just want to get it over with. 

“How the hell did we even get stuck with each other?” Tanaka whines, peering over the activity pamphlet for the coming week. “We’re not even from Tokyo. Coming here isn't cheap, you know.”

“Don’t you guys normally do this with Fukurodani?” Daichi says, squinting down at the roles Nekoma—meaning a vengeful Kuroo—had taken upon themselves to suggest under “recommendations”. Suga boldly rejects half of them on the spot. There is absolutely no way you’re letting my precious Tsukki be a garbage boy, Kuroo, the kid can’t even clean his own glasses. 

“I’m not doing it with those private school kids again,” Tora huffs, annoyed. “Did you know they bring an actual physical therapist every time? Bokuto-san keeps complaining his arms cramp up from mixing the batter bowl every 5 minutes. And Akaashi just lets him!”

“Are you…” Suga blinks, slowly turning his head his way after giving Kuroo a scolding of a lifetime. “Did you just call us poor?”

All the color drains out of Tora’s face. Tanaka is quick to roll his sleeves up, sensing his senpai’s growing dissent, and is already making his way over to maybe pound Tora’s hairless head into the underground all the good that senseless brain does him—

“Maa, maa,” Kuroo strolls in between them just in time, after remembering he was actually Nekoma’s captain and that actually meant something and damn these crows. “The bake sale tradition raises money for both teams and boosts community morale among schools. And I just thought, well, wouldn’t it be nice for us dumpster kids to stick together?”

Daichi squints at him, disbelieving.

Kuroo surrenders. “Alright fine,” he sighs. “Coach made us draw lots. I can count in one hand all the schools Tora doesn’t have a restricting order against for picking fights with, but it’s kinda slim pickings. We’re just glad we didn’t get Itachiyama.”

"Damn,” Noya whistles his approval. “I pity whoever they end up with.”

Kai winces. “Then you’d better send your regards to Inarizaki.”

“The Hyogo powerhouse?” Asahi widens his eyes. “But doesn’t their setter and the Itachiyama ace have beef?”

Suga chokes on the water he was chugging, “Since when do you know the word beef?!” At the same time Yaku makes an ominous sign of the cross, mumbling his prayers for Kita. “May the Inari Okami be with you, Kita-san.”

“Alright guys, that’s enough,” Daichi clasps his hands together, earning a flinch from Asahi. “We don’t have time to be worried about the other schools. Anyone else notice how quiet it’s been for the past hour?”

Kuroo glances around the empty classroom, sniffing and assessing. Suga is already preparing his thinly veiled threats at whatever mayhem they were bound to discover at leaving their first years unattended. Daichi is just about to ask where the hell is everyone when a decidedly loud, horror-movie-piercing scream rumbles its way outside the hall.

A beat of silence passes.

Daichi and Kuroo exchange wary looks. “Your kid or mine?”

Kuroo just about has his mouth open to reply, when Suga stomps his way past everyone in a decisive manner, cracking his knuckles as he comes face to face with the door.

“I don’t care whose kid it is,” Suga warns, giving them a look over his shoulder. “They’re dead.”

-

“A little to the right.”

…

“I said right, Tanaka-san,” Kuroo snaps, baring his teeth. “Or we could always have Yaku spot you instead if you prefer?”

Tanaka stiffens as he holds unto the welcome banner, trying not to move too much unless he disrupts the structural integrity of the ladder he was precariously balanced on. Kenma was somewhere at the bottom and, he’s not entirely sure, but he thinks he saw him whipping out his PSP instead of holding the ladder steady like he was instructed. Tanaka's life is literally on the line and no one cares.

“Oi Rapunzel,” Kuroo barks, again, impatient. “Are we boring you?”

These goddamn cats, Tanaka thinks. Leave it to Kuroo to let Kenma off the hook again.

“N-no, Kuroo-san,” Tanaka mumbles shakily, moving the banner inch by painstaking inch until he feels Kuroo’s glare at his back dwindle into something like mild approval. 

“Kenma,” he calls out suddenly, his tone softening. “Come here and check?”

Oh great yeah okay, Tanaka muses as he seethes with the wall, With Kenma it’s a question mark and gentle tone. With everyone else he’s an unrelenting dictator. 

He feels movement below him as Kenma lets go of the single (!!!) hand he was gripping the ladder with rather precariously, that Tanaka has to plant his palms for purchase with the wall just not to topple over completely. 

“What the hell—?” Tanaka turns, spotting Kenma’s mismatched head of hair, ready to swear down a number of profanities that’d make his own sister proud.

That is until he meets eyes with Kuroo and his single raised eyebrow. Almost protective, almost a challenge, almost a threat.

These goddamn cats.

-

“And for God’s sake,” Kuroo yells in the direction of the entrance. “Can someone please get Tsukki off flyer distribution! He’s scaring more people off than inviting them!”

Suga makes a face. Kuroo, native Tokyoite and just generally less introverted than everyone else, has since taken complete dictatorship of the planning committee for this supposed joint bake sale. He’s barked orders, threatened his own members, made Asahi cry once, got into multiple fights with Yaku, and repeatedly made clear to Bokuto that he absolutely cannot come and help because he will not come and help and Do you want all of our cupcakes gone before opening day? Cause Bokuto will 100% eat them all. Think of the children, Suga-san. 

Suga is convinced he’s a little loose on the head and could potentially be a little unhinged, but they were country bumpkins who didn’t know the first thing about holding an organized event in Japan’s capital, and so lets him be for the most part.

Daichi, however, has always rebelled where Kuroo is concerned. 

“Sorry,” Daichi says, straightening his back after carrying a box of measuring cups in. “But did I just hear you order around my first year?”

“There is no my and yours here anymore, Daichi-san,” Kuroo bats his eyes at him sweetly, smiling. “We’re a team now, remember?”

Daichi arches a brow, unconvinced and unyielding. “My first year, my demands.”

“Who trained him to be the middle blocker he is today?” Kuroo raises his chin.

Daichi is immune to 6-footer-intimidation-tactics. “Pretty sure his brother.”

That shuts Kuroo up straight away. Daichi’s shit eating grin that follows isn’t missed by anyone in the gym, and if possible, even a few members of Nekoma howl in pleasure. 

“If we’re staking claim on just anyone now because this bake sale is apparently a lawless land,” Suga suggests pointedly from behind the counter, assembling an array of pastry brushes. “I veto Lev out of marketing.”

“What the hell has he ever done to you?!” Yaku shrieks by his side, halting his own arrangement of rolling pins. Kuroo is quick to follow up with, “The kid has the emotional comprehension of a five year old. He can’t even hurt a cat. We’ve seen it ourselves.”

By the water coolers, Tora begins nodding so vigorously Tanaka has to grab his head in fear of whiplash. Even Kai, setting up chairs and tables with Asahi and Noya, looks the slightest bit defensive. 

“I have nothing against him,” Suga is quick to ammend. “But if he doesn’t stop offering 50% discounts, he’ll bleed us dry soon before we’ve even started.”

Kuroo gasps, affronted. "Lev did no such thing!"

Suga is just about to reply when they hear footsteps outside the door, making out a symphony of girlish laughs along with a decidedly male voice that sounded just like Lev accompanying them, singsongly promising: And that’s not all! First 30 customers also get a free picture with our captain! He's over 200cm, you know!

Kuroo’s shoulders slump. He blinks once, twice.

“I’m gonna kill him.”

-

"Kageyama, take off your shirt."

"Absolutely not," Daichi wheezes, stepping forward in front of Kageyama at the same time Suga seizes hold of the hem of his shirt, pinning it in place. "What the fuck, Kuroo."

Kuroo groans, pinching the bridge of his noise. "Look," he says, pointing at them. "The way I see it, someone needs to start showing some skin around here or we're going to lose."

Suga gives him an incredulous look, inching closer to Kageyama protectively, who still looked like a fish out of water munching on a test batch cookie Ennoshita and Narita asked him to try. "And you thought the minor was the way to go?"

"He's Oikawa's protege, isn't he?" Kuroo points out, matter-of-factly.

"What the hell does that have to do with anything?" Daichi gestures wildly, exasperated.

Kuroo blinks. "Oh," he says. "You guys don't know."

Suga feels uneasy. "Know what."

Kuroo leans in, conspiratorially, like he's about to drop top-secret national-level information. "A classmate from econ class told me another bake sale was happening in the next building over. Another Miyagi and Tokyo collaboration."

"And?" Daichi furrows his brows. "There's hundreds of volleyball teams in Sendai."

Kuroo hushes him, not kindly. "Yeah, but no offense, up until a few months ago there really was only 2 schools other prefectures gave a fuck about." 

Suga's expression is a mix of confusion and annoyance. "You couldn't possibly mean—"

"Oh, but I very well do," Kuroo grins, a sliver of teeth peeking through at the corners. "Favorites Seijoh and Shiratorizawa are apparently causing quite the ruckus and have already made their goal twice over. Ask me how."

Now it was Daichi's time to groan.

Kuroo snaps at him again, impatient. "Just do it, Sawamura! Am I asking for the world!"

Daichi grits his teeth, before letting out a very painful, very slow and labored, "How."

Kuroo's grin turns absolutely maniacal as he looks Kageyama up and down. "They're holding an auction to date Oikawa or Ushijima for a day."

"Shut up," Suga gushes at him, slapping a hand on his shoulder. "They are not."

"Are too!" Kuroo squeals, growing more excited. "And didn't you hear me? They've met their goal. Twice. At this point they've probably funded at least another generation of those annoying preppy school athletes."

"It's not a competition," Daichi reminds him.

"Says the loser," Kuroo quips back.

Daichi holds his arms up in surrender, exasperated. "We are literally on the same team. Literally. You just said so like, five minutes ago. What I make, you make."

"Exactly," Kuroo zeroes in on him, sliding a hand over his shoulder and peering closer at him, eyes dilated and full of corporate greed. "And I want to secure a future for my kouhai," he continues, saying the next part in a deceptively enticing voice, "And you want that too, don't you?"

Suga feels his insides churn. "Daichi," he starts. "Wait. Don't—"

In the next second, Daichi's posture straightens into that of unyielding determination. The fine set of his shoulders and the arch of his jaw, so stubbornly straight and piercing. Suga blanches. Kageyama stiffens. They both recognize that look, know Daichi has gone to a point of no return and no amount of pleading will get through to him anymore. Suga is starting to seriously come to terms with the fact he might seriously have to end the day a cat murderer. 

Daichi turns to Kuroo. "What do you need us to do?"

Oh God, Suga thinks, Kageyama is going to need so much therapy after this.

-

“Mom and Dad are fighting.”

"What the fuck,” Tsukishima says at the same time Kageyama snaps his head in Hinata’s direction to tell him, “No, they’re not.”

Hinata’s scowl deepens, a prickle at the back of his neck telling him to go against anything Kageyama believes in out of sheer principle. “Yes, they are.”

“No,” Kageyama stomps over to him, completely ignoring the baking pans Daichi asked him to clean. He makes sure to stand up straighter and lord that extra head of height over him. “They are not. Shut up.”

"Are too," Hinata taunts. "I heard them saying your name over and over again, too! Suga-san said something about putting his foot down. You did something, didn't you?"

Kageyama's eyes flicker briefly down at his shirt, before rising to glare at Hinata again. "Shut up! Did not!

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

Tsukishima can’t believe what he’s seeing nor hearing. “You guys,” he tries to keep his voice level. “You guys seriously don’t call Daichi-san and Suga-san… Mom and Dad… right?” he laughs, an airy thing. “Right?”

They can’t even hear him, good lord. They’re in another one of those intensely and homoerotically charged eye contact competitions that not even Daichi can penetrate no matter how hard he tries. He gives it another few minutes before one of them—inevitably Hinata who has to strain his head just to even keep going—blinks because he needs to and cries out unjust treatment of the marginalized. 

Stop trying to make short people oppression a thing, Yamaguchi snaps at him when he's caught in the crossfire. It’s never going to be a thing.

Kageyama always walks away smirking in satisfaction, maybe even a little amusement. 

Tsukishima is sick of their back and forth and feels himself one more unwilling third wheel event before he locks them in a room and forces them to play 7 Minutes in Heaven or no volleyball forever again. And yes, he does mean forever: Daichi will simply have to find another setter and decoy.

“You guys are so fucking weird,” he mumbles instead, walking away to grab another stack of fliers to distribute around the block. Before he leaves he thinks he can hear Kuroo calling out for him, but when has Tsukki ever listened to his seniors? 

-

The first half hour into the bake sale, they are a well-oiled machine. 

Asahi, man of few words but will get triggered by potentially anything and everything, is highly encouraged—in Kuroo's words, with an underbite that absolutely threatened more than encouraged—to have the least amount of human interaction. Hence his current one-sided conversation with the wall as he diligently tied ribbons into cupcake boxes. Noya and Yaku, on the completely other end of the spectrum, the fastest of both teams and able to weasel their way into everything undetected much like subway rats: into the makeshift tables they go, cleaning up every drop of icing that so much as threatens to fall, and gone by the next second like wind. 

The merry band of freshmen six footers—Kageyama, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Lev, Inuoka—are designated waiters. If they're good for anything, which they are not, then let them be at least good looking coat hangers. 

Hinata and Suga man the cashiers, Kenma making a digital receipt of every order as they go so they can track their progress easily. Kuroo and Daichi are the welcome committee, ushering customers into seats and able to spontaneously go into a passionate elevator pitch about the highs and lows of highschool volleyball on the spot that has all the mothers ordering at least another box of cupcakes to take home.   

The rest of the team are slotted into respective roles that they attack with the same kind of devotion as they do in volleyball. Passionate, earnest, and all relishing in the integrity of a job well done. Karasuno and Nekoma, really and truly, at their core; work surprisingly well together. Maybe the best out of most teams in Miyagi and Tokyo.

And so all goes well for the first thirty minutes since the doors to the gym open and business is so far good. All goes well and everyone gets along and no cupcake is burnt and no first year is wreaking havoc unprompted.

All that is, until, well:

"Oh my god," one of the customers gush, pointing to Kageyama. "Isn't that Kageyama Tobio? Oikawa-san's kouhai?"

Kageyama stiffens, almost drops a plate full of piping hot egg tarts straight into Kai's lap. "I-I—"

Suga already clocked the customer from a mile away and was already heading over their way.

But Kuroo, longer limbs, gets there faster.

"Why, yes," he grins at them, pleased, beckoning Kageyama over. "That is, in fact, Kageyama Tobio in the flesh. Genius setter in the up and up."

Daichi squeezes the bottle of water he was holding onto, making murder eyes at Kuroo from across the room. Kuroo meets it with a glint of his own that could only say: Since you're not willing to pimp your freshmen out, let me. 

The girls gush at the confirmation. More people notice. Some of them take out their phones and start rapidly typing.

"Oh my gosh!" one of them shout. "I knew it! I recognized him from Oikawa-san's fan page!"

"Right, right?" her friend nods along enthusiastically. 

“Say,” one of them stands up, bravely coming just an inch closer into Kageyama’s space, peering up at him expectantly. “Are you guys also offering the boyfriend rental service?”

Kageyama looks like he’s being led to his own funeral. Kuroo only looks to be too happy to play judge, jury, and executioner. 

Until someone coughs to catch their attention. 

"Sorry," Hinata says, without a hint of remorse at all. "But he already has a boyfriend."

The room is blanketed in silence.

“What the fuck,” is all Kageyama is able to say, beet red in the face as realization sets in. 

“Thank fuck,” is all Tsukishima is only too happy to say, shoulders sagging in timely relief. “Now will you two just bone already?”

-

"All this could have been prevented," Daichi says amusedly as they put away chairs and tables. "If you had just sold yourself first instead of sacrificing my freshmen."

Kuroo glances his way apologetically. "I’m sorry,” he says. “I really am. If I’d known Kageyama and Hinata were—”

“Please,” Daichi raises a hand, stopping him. “Even Kageyama didn’t know. I bet he still doesn’t. They’re both oblivious fools, just Hinata less so.”

“Still,” Kuroo insists.

“Still,” Daichi agrees.

Then they both break off with a good-natured laugh, shaking their heads in amusement at the whirlwind of a day. Kuroo is just about to stack another chair when he says, “You know maybe I should have agreed to Lev’s suggestion earlier. The picture thing. But—ah.”

"But what?" Daichi gestures for him to keep going.

The tips of Kuroo's ears turn a shade of pink, and he can't quite meet his eyes. Outstanding conversationalist and top salesman in the making, Kuroo. This douses Daichi into full attention faster than a block of ice.

"Oh my god," Daichi snaps up straight, abandoning the chair. "What. What did you do."

"It's not me!" Kuroo has his hands out in surrender. "I just—" he starts, tries, fails. Daichi is itching to get his phone out to document this for future blackmail purposes. "...I just… have someone who'll be, um, n-not…—happy, I guess. If I look available."

Pretentious use of words, curses Daichi internally. But thank God he actually had comprehension skills.

"Dude," Daichi says, now just annoyed at Kuroo tiptoeing around him. Like he felt the need to. "So you're with someone too. Why not just say that in the first place?"

Kuroo shrugs, unsure. "We're still taking it slow?"

Daichi considers him for a moment, considering all he's observed today. "Weird," he notes. "That's not what Kenma looked like to me."

Kuroo's head snaps in his direction. "What the fuck," he says, breathless. "You knew?!"

"My brother in Christ," Daichi comes up to pat his shoulder, wincing a little. "We all knew from the beginning, you absolute baffoon of a pining idiot. If it makes you feel any better, Kenma is only slighter better at you than hiding it. You two make all of us sick."

Kuroo is barely processing his words, blinking rapidly at Daichi's slightly amused but mostly fond expression as he registers the genuineness that bleeds through. But alas, God didn't make Kuroo this fine of a specimen without sprinkling in some sinful traits every once in a while. Cats live nine lives, after all, he was good as immune.

"Oh yeah?" Kuroo combats, standing up straighter to look Daichi dead in the eye. "Like you and Sugawara are any better."

It takes less than a second for all of Daichi's face to heat up. And Kuroo, able to rise to his full height and forcibly hold Daichi's simmering head a good arm's length away from him, looks on at the rest of Karasuno and Nekoma walking and laughing and chatting idly about the gym as they pack up, the sun just shy of setting and Kenma smiling at him slightly from across the room: decides then that yeah, this life isn't so bad after all.

[kalcifers-blog]

Pissa Headcanons to rattle around my brain like Tallulah's maracas

I feel like I shouldn't need to clarify this but I will anyway- this is all about the Cubitos, not the CCs

Sun and Moon relationship, but they look like opposite of what they are (Philza looks like he's the sun but he's actually the moon and vise versa)

Missa's hair is significantly longer than what it was after he returns to the island (Philza LOVES it)

Missa is deffo the type to give lots and lots of small pecks just all over Philza's face. Philza is just constantly sat there blushing and smiling

Missa likes to teach Phil how to play guitar (yes he does the thing where he sits behind him and holds the back of his hands to show him how to play. Great stuff)

Philza loves horror and doesn't get scared easily, Missa also loves horror but does get scared easily. Cue movie marathons between them where Missa is constantly jumping and Philza (playfully) laughing at him

I'm sure this is basically canon now but Missa also loves to teach Philza how to dance- in return Philza likes to help Missa out with fighting and offers to spar with him. They both have equally flustered reactions to the other showing them how to do said activity

Missa is very physical affection oriented. Whenever Philza is in his vicinity they're hardly apart for even a second because of how close Missa wants to be all the time (90% of the time he's not even doing it consciously)

Missa is taller than Philza (Avians tend to be shorter on average since it helps out with flying) it's not major or a huge difference in any normal circumstance but it definitely feels that way as soon as they're close in proximity to each other (it does not help that Missa wears those big ass goth boots with thick soles/heels, making him appear even taller than usual)

Philza likes to collect items that remind him of the people he's closest too (i.e, Technoblades emerald, Wilbur's guitar pick, Tallulah's amapola, Chayanne's rubber duck etc) for Missa it's a sugar skull mask Missa decorated for him (it includes his green colour scheme and the hardcore heart)

Missa also loves to braid Philza's hair and preen his wings and takes great pride in doing so (he's not AMAZING at it, but he still loves to do it)

Every government assigned couple were given rings when they first joined, at first Philza and Missa wore theirs as necklaces before they actually developed any feelings for each other- now they both wear them on their right ring fingers (they unconsciously agreed that they'll move the rings onto their left hands if they ever actually got married)

Philza can understand birds (he mostly understands crows but he's able to piece together what other types of birds are saying as well) so he's often telling them to "shush" when they catch him and Missa alone together

Missa has death touch, meaning anything living will die if they touch his bare skin. Anything besides (Death's favourite) Philza of course. (Also the death touch does not work on undead which is why he still hides away from Zombies and Skeletons, which is partially the reason why he's kinda shit at fighting)

Trans ftm q!Philza but his top surgery scars are the shape of an upsidedown heart (Missa thinks it's SO PRETTY)

Mumza is watching all of this go down with a bowl of popcorn like her personal weekly telenovela. She finds it the funniest thing that Philza's type is essentially "tall, dark and emo"

Wilbur did not know that Philza would like men, the whole "Phil- I didn't know you were bi, and polyamourus" is still canon, but at first Wilbur was kinda just joking not thinking there was actually anything behind it. You can imagine his shock when in fact, his dad does indeed like men.

[gingerteawrites]

Wounded - Tengen Uzui

A/N: I saw this KNY fanart the other day and when I say I have not been able to get this man out of my thoughts, it is not an understatement. My tired brain craves comfort now, so this is what I wrote. I hope you enjoy!

Content: pre-retirement Uzui, no other wives, demon slayer!reader, angst if you squint, comfort, fluff.

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Everything hurts.

Your back, tensing up with every step you took, muscles exhausted from carrying the weight of your body through the forest. Your feet, littered with scratches where branches had torn into your skin as you ran in your wooden sandals. Your head, pounding with mind-numbing ache. You arm, donning a searing wound that peeked from under your ripped uniform. Every nerve in you body was alight with pain.

Despite your state, you pushed through the woods, forcing your body to carry you to to the place you considered your refuge. You craved home, and would not rest until you got there.

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Your husband, Tengen Uzui had gone away that morning for a meeting with master Ubuyashiki and the other Hashiras.

"Why is it always when we finally have time together that shit like this happens?" He had cursed, eliciting a laugh from you. Despite the grumbling, he would never neglect his duty. "I swear, this job."

Soon after, your Kasugai crow came in, singing about demonic activity and leading you to a small village half a day's walk from the Uzui property. Perhaps your lack of worry had been your biggest mistake.

The report mentioned a demon that seemed to appear in various places at the same time. And you thought you were dealing with blood demon art that induced hallucinations, failing to realize you had walked into a horde of identical-looking demons that swarmed you all at once. The battle had been fierce, leaving you littered with injuries.

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You finally stumbled onto the engawa of the Uzui property, with barely enough strength to push into the house. The familiar scent of polished wood and wisteria incense, and the delicate wind chimes called your mind back, signaling safety.

Home, cold and silent without your boisterous husband, but still home.

Your mind told you cleaning your wounds at once was the smart thing to do, but the allure of sleep was too irresistible to reject. You slipped the torn haori off your shoulders, its colorful pattern marred by blood stains and dropped your blade to the ground. Yes, sleep was the only thing your body was willing to do.

Ready to knock out, you crouched down to the floor before you heard the main door slip open behind you. Out of pure instinct, you found your hand reaching for your Nichirin sword but paused, eyes fpcusing on Tengen. He held a lamp that cast a warm glow on his face.

Before you could comment on how soon he had been back, the sound Hashira blitzed across the room, cradling you in his arms and resting your head against his shoulder.

"My jewel, what happened to you?" he frowns deeply, his fingers tensing at the sensation of the sticky blood on your arm.

You hiss weakly. Merely being touched hurt.

"A horde of demons." You mutter, simultaneously ashamed of being seen in this state and deeply comforted by the man's presence.

He brushed his fingers against your cheek in a soothing caress, making quick work of scanning you for severe injuries. Apart from the wound on your arm, only deep exhaustion from your long fight and travel plagued you.

"I'm going to need more detail, sweetheart. How many? Were you followed?" He asks, tone inquisitive, hoping to assess if there was need for back up.

"Killed them all." You managed to respond with a faint smile, causing one to form on his own lips as he looked down at you.

"Now, that is flashy." He stood with you in his arms, heading in the direction of your shared bedroom.

Everything feels like a blur, like a mirage found in the plane between wakefulness and sleep. All that feels real is Tengen's touch. The way his strong hands slipped the remaining of your garments off and cleaned you up with a warm cloth. How he bandaged your wound firmly, applying herbs to them. The lingering feeling of kisses that followed his massage on your tired legs. A protective arm around your middle when he finally lay to rest beside you.

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You awoke, almost surprised at how much less pain you felt. Turning to your husband, you were not surprised to find the man fully awake, his bright eyes fixed on you.

"You should sleep." You remark, noting the slight bags that surrounded his eyes. You were not sure how long you had slept.

"Not with you making all this noise." He pulls you firmly against him, careful to avoid where you had been hurt.

Tengen's hand finds its way to your chest, slipping under the Yukata he had dressed you in to rest against your heart.

"Promise to be more careful, yeah?" He whispers, his hold firm but tender at the same time. "Can't have you getting hurt like this anymore." His voice betrays more worry than he allows his eyes to show.

You smile at his concern, your own hand moving to feel his heartbeat. Proof that you were both there. Alive and together. "I promise."

"I swear, I'll have to retire soon." The words hold a quiet resolve "Before either of us have the chance to die."

And here you have it. Man, good cuddles sure would feel amazing right about now. Let me know what you think!

[isa-ghost]

returned to ask for the chayanne and phil headcanons

[reverb] CHAYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANE

qPhil headcanons masterlist

DO NOT FORGET CHAYANNE'S ROOTS OF STANDING ON THE VERY EDGE OF THE WALL DAY 1. This little motherfucker unlimited lives to give his papa a heart attack!! It is his fucking pleasure to be a menace!!

I've ranted about this before (can't find my post abt it) but PHIL DOESN'T REALIZE THE THINGS HE'S TEACHING HIS SON ARE UNHEALTHY FLAWS. THE BEING STRONG ALL THE TIME AND PROTECTING EVERYONE ALWAYS AND WHATNOT. HE DOESN'T REALIZE HOW DAMAGING IT CAN BE. STOP BAD DAD TRUTHING HIM, HE'S PASSING ON WHAT HE THINKS IS RIGHT BECAUSE THAT IDIOT EXISTS THAT WAY HIMSELF. GOD. THEY BOTH NEED THERAPY.

Chayanne is in kahoots with Lullah to convince Phil to do a hardcore project level build someday

They love sparring with each other so much. Phil loves giving his son tips and seeing him rapidly catch on & improve and Chayanne loves to see his dad in his element and thriving

Crow brain says Oh It's Orange? Okay, Gift For Chayanne Yesyes

Chayanne is the king of well-timed Orange Justices and they always crack Phil up

Phil has no idea but Chayanne is trying so hard to set things up so Missa has a perfect and uninterrupted opportunity to confess his feelings. Chayanne's happy regardless of if they stay platonic or go romantic but he at least wants his papa to get the chance to communicate with his dad

Sometimes Chayanne misses 1 on 1 time with Phil. It's nothing against Lullah (she actually Also desires 1 on 1 dad time), he just aches for the nostalgia of the early days. Phil taking him places and teaching him how to survive, the pleasant quiet and less tension. It's easier on Phil when he isn't watching two kids

The only reason Phil eats 3 square meals a day consistently is bc Chayanne exists. Btw Chayanne also loves making him snacks

He thrives on asking Phil wildly out of pocket questions. Like "where do babies come from" but more creative, less overdone. "What happens when we die?" type shit, things that make Phil do a double take and have a mini crisis

Chayanne wants to play irl fruit ninja with Phil but Phil hasn't been convinced to try it yet. (It IS working slowly tho)

Phil's lame dad jokes don't always kill Chayanne like they do Lullah so sometimes he resorts to low blows: Little German Boy memes

Sometimes Phil gets chased around the house with a spatula bc he's being a little shit or a self-deprecating idiot while Chayanne so happens to be cooking

They do something special together on Techno's birthday to honor him. There's no set activity/event they do, it's just whatever feels right and most genuine at the time. Chayanne always makes a big potato-based dish to offer on a little ofrenda though

They're both kinda playing the I Pretend I Do Not See It game with the whole,, Chayanne fighting Phil (EK) thing. "Ah yes you were fighting Ender King physically, not at all him in my body, I wasn't involved at all, you weren't hurting your dad's body and I wasn't trying to kill my son not at all haha yep, neither of us are at all fucked up about it what do you mean" 🥚🐤 🤝🏻 😁🐦‍⬛

[wolfofcelestia]

I was gonna wait until after I read the new chapters to get a better sense of Sylus but he's already shaping up in my head so

Here is how my relationships with all four boys would be if I were MC, in like... a regular life AU where I’m not actively dying lmao

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Me and Rafayel: The "Are they really friends?" kind of friends

Probably the one I'd ask to teach me how to swim and regret it instantly

R: What, you want me to teach you how to breathe next? Me: God, fuck you R: You wish, princess

Every conversation would probably have some kind of jab at each other and it would just turn into two kids yelling at each other by the end

Also we'd be the ones making inappropriate jokes about the plushies as we fight to play the crane game

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Me and Xavier: The "Are they really not dating?" kind of friends

Gamer buddy. Probably the one I'd go to when one of my little light decorations die and I'm too lazy to go out to the store to get something to replace it. So I'd steal one of his little light decorations

He'd probably have a ton of little light features as decoys so that I won't steal the ones he wants to keep at his place

I feel like we'd be comfortable with each other because of how similar our interests are and how chill he is, and we'd probably be mistaken for a couple in public because of how comfortable we'd be just leaning on each other

If some things were different, we would've been a couple, but things just never clicked

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Me and Sylus: The "Thank fuck they're not dating" kind of... friends?

Maybe not friends, more like rivals. He'd constantly push my buttons, even more than Raf, and he'd be extremely forward with his intentions with his flashy displays to try and win me over... or is it just to one-up me and get me to say he's better than me? Either way, every attempt would be met with a stoic face or a sarcastic clap

And then he'd probably try to steal my crows and I'd try to steal his swords (hi, long-time saniwa here :3) or something alsdfkj

Basically, it would just be an escalating rivalry that looks dangerous on the outside, with people asking "when will they...?", but on the inside, it would just be like

Me: Can you stop with your...everything? Sylus: Why? Can't handle it? *opens his robes even more* Me: I'm trying to eat here!!

Why would we even be friends? Maybe because we'd both find it fun to take jabs at each other but just like with Xav, there's something there between us... there's just not enough of it to make us a couple

There'd be close calls between us, sure, with his attempts to get me to say what he wants, and his ability to make handcuffs out of his evol, but nothing ever comes out of it because there's just a certain something missing

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Me and Zayne: The "hidden smiles" kind of couple

There's no doubt that we'd look like a couple together because I'd always be holding on to his arm or something and he'd just straight up introduce me as his girlfriend to anyone who asks, but other than that, there wouldn't be any hints seen by the public

But it's only when no one's looking that the genuine smiles, the long gazes into each other's eyes, and the constant physical contact that hints at something deeper inside come out

It's hard to tell who's smitten more with the other. His coworkers would notice his lighter change in demeanor and him asking for time off when he never did before. And I'd always look forward to him coming home so I can spoil him rotten and fuck his brains out every night

It's a comforting and comfortable relationship, one where we know when the other needs space and when they just need their hand held without needing to tell each other directly

[eisforeidolon]

So generally my transcribing the panels is a combination of video availability + my free time and mood + specific Q&As that I personally find particularly funny/new/interesting or likely to cause wank.

If there's any questions anybody specifically wants from SF this past weekend, I'll do them. On my own initiative, however, the only other question I considered doing was the one from the main panel which hellers seem to be translating into fantasies about cockless and how Jensen is totally ready to make out with Misha in a revival to make D/C canon.

Except the question was one of those very blatant "compliment each other now!" ones. They're kinda transparent and awkward even with J2, because they're professionals performing on stage, part of which is selling the whole 'one big happy family' thing fans want to believe of the cast. So when you ask them to compliment each other ... *gasp* ... they compliment each other! Even if they are besties, the sincerity there is automatically less believable given the nature of the ask. It can be salvaged if the answers seem personal and genuine, but then we have their answers here:

As to a professional compliment? Misha just repeated generic heller/stan chatter about Jensen totes being an A lister some day - when J2 have both talked about not even wanting that level of fame and knowing that kind of prominence is as much dumb luck as talent. He then implied he was giving insider information by repeating what we've heard about the positive atmosphere on set for the billionth time, except attributing it to Jensen without mentioning Jared (when everyone but crazy stans credits both of them for it). As for the personal compliment? Nothing but a sleezy joke about Jensen's supposed proficiency at hot oil massages.

In terms of the professional, Jensen starts off by basically repeating the general shit he always says about reciprocity and spontaneity being needed to really make a scene work beyond what's written on the page with another actor, just rephrasing it to include Misha. Hellers are crowing about him saying "the reason the story of Dean and Cass skewed to where it was" was from them having that kind of on set rapport. Which, as per usual? You'd only think that meant he was talking about D/C as a romance if you've rotted your brain away with bad meta to the point of believing "where [the story] was" was somewhere dictated by colors/ bacon/ pastry/ plaid/ whateverthefuck rather than what actually happened between the characters on screen. You know, where Cass was repeatedly stated to be and framed as an ally/ brother/ family/ friend when he hadn't fucked off somewhere being irrelevant to the brothers' story. Jensen then compliments Misha's performance in "the scene where he tells Dean goodbye" again. I do totally have to agree it was "an unbelievable performance" ... but not in the way he keeps trying to sell. Which if he's not doing that to try to avoid being called a homophobe again? Just increasingly makes me question that he knows what good acting looks like from the outside. (I do think it's interesting he describes his internal monologue as "don't ruin this for him" rather than something about actively participating to try and make the scene actually work for the characters and the story given how his answer started.) As for the personal compliment? After joking that personally Misha disgusts him, he talks about Misha having all kinds of weird outdoorsy/crafty hobbies with his kids, then makes the comment about Misha being one of the few people he'd call with a problem. My first uncharitable thought is, yeah, sure, in those cases where he caused the problem. But realistically, I've always been baffled how Jensen and Jared can possibly be friends with Misha and assumed he must have some kind of redeeming in-person positive attributes that outweigh ... basically his entire public persona. So again, they're friends who worked together on and off for a lot of years. Not even a hint of some super special exclusive BFF/true lurve relationship IRL, no non-hallucinated implications of D/C. In short, no new news.

Since hellers aren't misrepresenting specific words so much as ~*interpreting*~ and exaggerating significance, it's really not worth it to me to have to repeat listen to this blather as many times as a transcript takes without further incentive.

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

GOT THE FATTEST FUCKING CRUSH ON KAPPA NOW CUZ OF THE HELVETE FIC like i just wanna how kappa would be like as a lover both domestic and romantic like FUCK (this is also me requesting a headcannon list if you're up for it)

Me too, nonnie, me too 🤝🏻 I mean, obviously, Kappa is one of my favourites to write for, but this time, I actively wrote myself into crushing on this charismatic hippe ass mf HARD 🤧 The HCs are super soft and fluff af but also 18+!.

🌻 Domestic lover!Kappa HCs under the cut 🌻

🌻 This man would be the lover to eradicate every last memory about your shitty ex's, treating you like his queen and nothing less. I strongly believe that Kappa would braid you a colourful flower crown every now and then to surprise you on days where the sun is shining bright and bee's and butterflies flutter through the air while your eyes sparkle like gemstones as he places the flower crown on top of your head.

🌻 One Good Man By Janis Joplin

🌻 Okay, let's start this off with the fact that Kappa, once emotionally attached to you, would be your number 1 fan in every regard. He'd cheer you on and support you in every way possible. He's got absolutely no boundaries when it comes to making sure that you have everything you need and more!

🌻 Jup, okay, I'm really writing myself into crushing on him further....anyhow, Kappa would also offer you to wear some of his rings. Collecting shiny little treasures for you like a crow. Everything from necklace pendants to pretty stones, feathers and tiny, handwritten notes cramped into a box that threatened to burst with tokens of his love and adoration for you.

🌻 This one really is just vibes but Kappa is so incense sticks, scented candles and homemade pastries that it's giving me brain rot. He's a hot slice of apple pie with a scoop of vanilla ice cream and whipped cream: Everything you could possibly desire.

🌻 Can we talk about y'alls living situation for a moment because I just know that Kappa and you would be living off-grid in an old VW T1 Samba-Bus 🚎 With an orange cat and a lazy but very loyal German shepherd. Both animals were found on the side of the road and you never really understood if Kappa and you adopted them or the other way around.

🌻 With that out of the way, It's move on to the fact that Kappa, completely infatuated with you, would fuck and pleasure you about everywhere. In the van on a rainy day and outside in the field while sun bathing. He'd eat you out as your thighs dangle from the footbridge of a small lake you two stopped by to escape the summer heat for a while. You can't tell me that the two of you wouldn't be going it at like rabbits as soon as the next best chance presents itself 🤭

🌻 This man would give it to you whenever he just so much as gets a glimpse of you maybe being a little horny and he wouldn't just be fucking, no, he'd be making love to you with saccharine-sweet praises whispered into your ear while you wrap your shaking legs around his waist to pull him in deeper.

🌻 Afterwards, he'd clean you up nice and good before propping up a kettle on the stove to prepare some mushroom-infused tea to end the day on a slight trip with you in his arms, fingers toying with strands of your hair and his lips mumbling on about just how much he loves you while the both of you sink deeper into the soft mattress beneath your bodies, drifting off into a satisfied slumber.

[writing-havoc]

Breakfast

♡ Summary: After a mission has an unexpected complication, Kaz plans breakfast for you.

♡ Pairing: Kaz Brekker x reader

♡ Fandom: Six of Crows, Grishaverse

♡ Warning(s): Body dumping

♡ WC: 2.4k

I'll probably rewrite this when I have the brain power. Or give it a part 2.

This is an au for you have to physically be near your soulmate. After a period of time, being away from your soulmate makes you exhausted and drained, until eventually you rot away.

Reader should be gender neutral? It usually is but my mind was elsewhere completely when I spit this out.

Hope you enjoy <3

Please excuse any grammar and spelling mistakes

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"We cannot let him leave!" Kaz shouts over active gunfire, turning around and planting a bullet into the neck of one of the assailants. "What he knows cannot be shared with his employers."

Jesper reaches around the crates, the boards filled with holes as damn near coming off. Three thuds sound against the concrete floor, a fourth and fifth sounding into the room following two whistles.

"As much as I would have liked to chase right after him, we were a little preoccupied." Jesper quips, hesitantly peeking around his hiding place.

Kaz grits his teeth. "Thank you for that astute observation, Jesper. Truly, I had no idea."

"All clear." Inej said, crisp and a little biting. "If you two plan to stop having a lovers quarrel."

"Kaz, my beloved." Jesper stands with little restriction. "We have outdone ourselves."

Kaz stands, walking out from behind the busted crates. A few more shots and there would be hardly any crate left to protect them. 7 men are on the ground, some piled on eachother and others crumbled to the ground, legs and arms in positions they couldn't be in comfortably.

Though that hardly matters now.

What really does, is getting the scientist into ropes and hauling him into a boat to be tossed into the drink.

The place they're in is humid and definitely Grisha-made. The walls are too flat and brick floors too perfectly symmetrical to have ever hoped to be made by the ordinary man.

The hallway stretches on for miles, breaking off and branching like roots. It was completely devoid of natural light, the only thing keeping them from wandering in the dark was the occasional torch at halfway marks and bends.

There's only forward and right from where they stand.

"The map says down there are two hallways, each with 3 rooms attached. You two split and tackle that direction." He feels his heart skip, an arrhythmia akin to a squeeze around the muscle. "Ill go this way. Check every room as quickly and as thoroughly as possible, and then come find me."

"Roger that." Jesper immediately darts down the hall, eager for a chase. Inej stares at Kaz for a moment as he fingers his chest. But before she can ask, he turns and starts down his own way.

There's three exit points down the way he's heading, and truthfully he's counting on the assumption that the chemist doesn't know where they are given that he only arrived here a week prior.

He looks in the first room, seeing nothing except a desk and chains bolted to the wall.

This place was designed to be confusing to anyone who managed to escape. Durasts would change the walls around every week or so to designated configurations torturers and workers would have to memorize. But nearly a decade ago, they moved their base of operations and collapsed any and all exits and entrances.

Until someone else found it, and now we're here.

Boots stomped against the ground, a wheeze exiting someone's lips down the hall. Kaz drew his gun, immediately on guard. He advanced, halting when the door nearly thirty feet down busted open, a disheveled and scared chemist walking out and staring into the room behind him.

Kaz wasted no time and fired a round, which missed when the lucky bastard tripped over his own feet.

He looked up like a startled deer, then clambered to his feet and took off in the opposite direction.

Kaz cursed and put his fingers in his mouth, whistling so loud his own ears rang. "Stupid scientist and stupid running."

He picks his cane up by the arm and takes off after him. Catching up shouldn't be the hard part. Figuring out where he went within this maze will be.

He memorized as much as he could, this way in particular, but there are certain sections that are becoming more than a little fuzzy as the day goes on.

There's a tug at the nape of his neck, one that causes his eyes to nearly roll to the back of his head.

It's probably-

Kaz feels it full force as he rounds a corner, target slamming into a wall and sprinting to the left and down a long corridor. That trademark exhaustion, limbs and head feeling heavier, and his mind just about grinding to a halt.

It's more than a little disorienting. The back of his skull feels almost numb and his thoughts aren't connecting.

More than anything he wants to lay down. Just take his cane, lean against the wall, and rest.

But he can't. He knows how this works, and it's more than terrifying how very little that seems to help. That despite knowing what was happening and what he needed to do to fix it, he could barely put one foot in front of the other.

He should be used to this by now. It's not as if Kaz fucking Brekker is a stranger to exhaustion, to the feeling of wanting to just rest and rest and rest. He felt it for a long time when burning rage and vengeance weren't enough to keep him going.

It surely wasn't a feeling he experienced often, especially not in recent years, but he's felt it before, and has powered through it every single time.

And yet here he struggles, hand gripping the head of his cane so hard he can feel the muscles in his fingers tearing and breaking as they're pinched between bone and metal. The pain doesn't help.

Jesper catches up quickly as Kaz drags himself on his own two feet down the hall, turning down the very path the loony old chemist took.

"You doin' alright?" Jesper asks, scanning him up and down. "He didn't get you did he?"

Kaz grits his teeth, pushing through the mind fog and righting himself. "No, he didn't 'get me' Jesper."

He feels Inej coming up behind them before she ever makes her presence known. But when she does, he wishes she would just recede back into the shadows from wence she came, because the next words out of her mouth are "We need to get back to Ketterdam" and she shoots Jesper a pointed look.

Jesper gets it almost immediately, pinching the bridge of his nose with crinkled eyes. "Just our luck that this would happen."

Somehow he gathers the energy to not whack Jesper's shin with his cane, shaking his head and taking a deep, lung stretching breath that makes his vision a little blurry.

"Jesper, catch up with the chemist and hold him wherever he's decided to squeeze himself. This corridors a dead end and as far as intel goes, there's not an exit around here."

"On it." He quips, and takes off down the hall, searching through the doors.

Inej stays by his side, giving him an analytical look that he'd prefer she would direct around the room that they entered.

It was a storage closet, wooden crates on raised metal stands to prevent them from potentially getting wet and rotted. An iron rack was pushed on the far wall into the corner, boxes and bottles of powders and strange liquids glowing from the torch light peeking through the door.

"Do you miss them?" Inej asks.

His heart hurts. "Miss who?" He fires back, a childish attempt to ignore the fact that he really, really wants to go back to the Slat.

"The baker down the lane." She scoffs, moving to face him directly. "Your soulmate, Kaz."

His heart hurts even more, eyes a little bit easier to keep open at just the mention of your being.

Soulmates. The attachment of two souls that were, for all intents and purposes, intended to be together. Once you meet them, you won't know that you've met them until you experience what Kaz is unfortunately experiencing now: crippling exhaustion and nigh dissociation.

It's funny, how it works. It's one of the biggest epidemics of the modern man. Because too many times will there be brief meeting by chance, and then two days later, you're barely able to stand.

How does one keep catalogue of every person they've met in the days prior? They don't. And more often than not you'll find a person leaning against a wall, fighting their insides to just find their person.

It's miraculous no one has figured out a method to avoiding this.

For the most part, it manifests as a sadness, a feeling of loss, even grief, when away for long enough. For others, like himself, it's tiring. It's this nagging feeling of nothingness clawing at his being and dragging him down to the ground, beckoning him to lay down and wait.

It's imperative to find your soulmate before it progresses past this.

If you fail to do so, you will die.

However, it takes a bit longer than most think. There are people who have survived a month from the start of their symptoms before they came close to death. Others, it took a week before their loved one perished.

It all depends on your bond, on your relationship as a whole.

Which is also why the very mention of your name from a foreign body is just enough to get him going again. To straighten his back, set his head straight, and turn out of the room.

"Ill be back in Ketterdam soon enough." He said, quickening his pace to the next door.

Kaz will be fine. It's only been a few days since he's been away. No doubt you'll be experiencing your own symptoms soon.

He's got time.

He has to tell himself he's got time.

×

The boat jostles beneath him, the rhythmic back and forth and sea ambience calming and rousing him all at once.

The chemist was already at the bottom of the ocean, lungs filled with water and rocks sewed into his stomach. Whatever information he hoped to share now lost to time.

For now, he just had to focus on staying awake and getting back to you as soon as possible.

Thankfully, he doesn't have to touch you for this whole bond to work.

It's relieving everytime he thinks about it, that merely talking to you is enough satiate the hunger his soul has for you. How it wants to listen, and feel. Feel the way your own brushes against his, coating him with a warmth that feels welcoming and a light hum that's entrancing.

Tea and breakfast should be perfect, tucked into his office and papers with wet ink drying to the side.

You've always loved breakfast foods. Whether it be pancakes, bowls of fruit, oatmeal with cinnamon and about a pound of sugar, granola over yogurt with blueberries and strawberries- even a mash of runny eggs, hashbrowns, and bacon were on your list of things you'd enjoy.

He quickly does the math, and decides that something light and airy would do nicely.

You're not going to want anything heavy for a day or two after he gets back.

Fresh, airy and fluffy bread with cinnamon butter sounds right up your alley.

He feels lighter just thinking about it. Your insistence on making the bread yourself, going to the market to pick up the supplies and coming back to make multiple rolls instead of just one, flicking flour at him and getting white all over his black coat, your glee when you could smell the bread from inside the oven.

It all makes the snickering coming from Jesper worth it.

"Theres only one person I know who could make you look like that." He smirks, leaning an arm on the edge of the boat.

He neglects to bring Jespers mum into the conversation, and says, "I'm simply thinking of the markets."

Jesper makes a sound of mock understanding, drawing out the vowel. "Yes yes, how could I be mistaken. Everyone knows you love a long stroll through the crowded market on a mid summer afternoon."

"He does if a certain someone is involved." Inej says, stepping into the sunlight. Her skin reminded him of rich coffee, a thin sheen of sweat coating her face.

Perhaps you'd stop at a bakery during your stroll. This time of year they usually had at least one of your many favorite pastrys on display.

"At least he's not dragging himself anymore." Jesper chuckles, to which Kaz shoots him a glare. "Your bond is so strong that just thinking about eachother is enough to stave off the early separation effects."

"Even if it sacrifices longevity," Inej places a hand on the edge of the boat next to Kaz, watching the waves hit the side, "it helps to serve as a reminder before it's too debilitating. The Saints have blessed you."

"The saints have done no such thing. I would have been dead if the roles were reversed. Its tedious."

Yet that's not true. It wasn't tedious in the slightest. While he didn't particularly enjoy the feeling of wanting to lay on the floor and stay there, he did enjoy you. Having an excuse to have you on his mind. Thinking of everything about you.

"5th Harbor!" A younger Dreg, Randy, calls out.

Kaz looks to his right, seeing Kerch soil much closer than he expected from the way it was called out.

"No kidding." Jesper grins, Randy's face turning shades redder and looking away.

The moment the boat is docked, Kaz hops off and lands on the deck. It's second nature the way he scans the ground briefly, and then plans a route.

The weather isn't bad, he thinks. Almost perfect. The walls between buildings are still damp, and the air is humid, but not unbearably so. The sun is disappearing through stray clouds, but it's still warm despite that.

Salt and the faint smell of rotting wood reaches his nose, but so does perfume, cologne, and the tell tale signs of a busy club. Noises from open bedroom windows, a child screaming with joy, unintelligible chatter from passerbyers fill the air.

You'd love it out here.

He enters the Slat, Jesper following not too far behind and Inej bounding up the wall and into the second floor through an open window.

As much as he wants to see you, needs to see you, business must be taken care of first.

But when he greets you.

Oh, when he hears you...

It'll be enough to conquer the nation.

After breakfast, of course.

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[doki-doki-imagines]

Synopsis: Your posts don’t show up in the tags and it annoys you endlessly, your boyfriend thinks you are really dumb.

Inspired by what is happening to me right now, I think the health of my stomach is way more important than my dumb stuff showing up, my brain is settled, but my body isn’t. Anyway I only choose characters that I think would “bully” you in this situation LOL. So I wrote this because my brattiness won't make me accept the situation, if this doesn't show up I'll laugh a lot btw

Slightly suggestive

Feat. Sae Itoshi, Tabito Karasu

If years ago someone told Sae that he would end up with an idiot of your caliber he would just have scoffed and told them to “fuck off”. Too bad fate had other plans for him, that’s why he finds himself in the living room, with his partner all curled up on his sofa, half-crying half-pissed off because a post of theirs doesn’t show up in the tags.

One of those posts for fictional men moreover. One of those where the reader do something romantic, if not pure smut, with a fictional man.

The idea of throwing you out of his house really tickles his brain, but your long face and teary eyes are pulling the strings of his heart and he really can’t bring himself to do it.

“Dumbass instead of crying over a fictional man shouldn’t you spend time with your real and talented boyfriend?” Annoyance drips from his voice like venom.

“I know! I’m just frustrated okay? It’s like doing good dribbles, but then always getting blocked by a defender. Easier to understand?”

It would have been if only you didn’t sob every 5 seconds, plus Sae can’t avert his eyes from the snot running down your nose making you look even more pathetic.

The gears in Sae’s brain start moving and soon his body follows, that’s how you found your nose roughly cleaned, in typical Itoshi fashion, eyes puffy, but with no tears, and Sae jacket on your shoulder.

“Why are you looking at me like a dumb fish? Move your fat ass I’m gonna take you to that new burger restaurant, I don’t take ‘no’ for an answer.”

He is already out of the door when you run to him, attracted to Sae like a moth to light.

Sae knows pretty well frustration, the pain in the stomach when things don’t work as you wish to, but he also knows best how to deal with it; by trying to fill your mind with other activities. Maybe now is the burger and how tasty it is and maybe later your mind will be filled with the taste of his tongue down your throat in the backseat of his car, all the attention on him; “rightfully so” he thinks.

He shouldn’t be jealous of fictional men, he really shouldn’t. It’s what Tabito keeps repeating to himself, but why is he!? He knows the point is that nobody can’t see what you’ve written about those guys and not that you’d rather read than spend time with him, but he’s getting livid every second that goes by. Tabito even contacted the assistence to help with your post, but nothing, it just won’t show up and he doesn’t know what’s worse: your sad face with tears staining your desk or his jealousy, anyway they are both making his heart ache.

“Why do you care so much about this! It should be a hobby, probably nobody cares about what you write anyway!” No – shit, fuck he didn’t want to be so mean.

Tabito doesn’t need to look at your face to understand that he went a bit too far. Your lips wobble ready to let out a sigh, and damn he wishes he could turn them into a smile, but he just stutters

“I’m sorry darling I was too-“ then a ding, you both turn to the light source

You look at your smartphone. Your post finally is showing up.

Screams, tears of joy, you throw yourself on Tabito, the chair he is sitting on tilting back, but not enough to make both of you fall. Fucking finally the God up there took pity on the both of you.

“I’m so happy for you”

“Really? You were pretty nasty about this before, crow boy” you sing sang, sitting now on his thighs, Tabito's pale face making you snicker.

“Will you forgive me?”

“Oh, my jealous boy…maybe if you kiss me-“

You can’t even finish the phrase that Tabito’s lips are on yours, the lips that make the butterflies in your stomach always go crazy, the lips that make you feel warm and loved like no one ever can.

“I don’t think one kiss will make me forget, I think I’ll need some more”

“Gladly” Tabito replies, voice already huskier than before.

Your sweet kisses are the only sound in the room, your post forgot, your mind only for that ass of your boyfriend

Finally