#smol bean whisper

[whispangleblogger]

She brought her Tangle plushy, wish her a happy birthday ! little quick paint for whispers special day ^^

[thesoulofanerdyfella]

Whisper the Wolf!

First Time drawing her, tomorrow hopefully i'll draw tangle(and hopefully a bit of whispangle)

Oh yeah and this as well

*silent autism*

[memetic-trigger-hazard]

Trope blender strikes again!

Since the formation of the Justice League Dark to deal with supernatural threats, Diana had been acting as the team's 'Superman' for lack of a better term.

It was, however, not a position she was entirely suited to, as ironically enough when engaging supernatural threats she was better suited to the same role that Batman played in the Justice League, engaging with superior training, tactics and specialised tools while also acting as battlefield tactical command.

With the lack of any other candidates however, she made do. But not for long.

Thanks to a wandering little girl, Diana had gained a new cousin and uncle who were refreshingly free of the hubris of the Greek pantheon, as well as an unexpected (and terrifying) meeting with her Grandfather who was far different from the stories, she supposed death and a few millennia would calm someone down. She was pleased however to add some paternal family members she could enjoy calm moments with.

Her Uncle was willing to help, however his backlog from the previous King in addition to the repairs and ongoing negotiations for reparations with the United States government made her feel guilt for placing further demands on him.

Her younger cousin however was more than happy to "get out of the house", her Father's comments about the expansiveness of a TARDIS castle completely ignored.

Ellie was already training with her old friend Pandora (So many happy reunions) so Diana was more than willing to take her to Themascerya for an initiation to the Sisterhood of Amazon's. Danny was ecstatic that his daughter was making friends.

Now Ellie as Banshee is JLD's front line fighter and Diana is the tactician, a dynamic duo of their own. Diana is so proud of her little cousin.

Which is why today was very..... Strange.

~

Basically the JLD have to head to the Watchtower for some threat, Ellie is super pumped because SPACE and Diana is excited to take her smol bean cousin to the Watchtower for the first time.

Batman and Co arrive and Drama TM occurs because "Holy shit that little girl looks like a Talia with blue eyes", Damian starts accusing and mouthing off, Ellie freaks because her Dad has warned her about the League of Assassins, so she freaks and bails.

Diana is explaining who Ellie is, how they're related when Uncanny Valley Danny in human form comes out of a portal in his "Royal Casual" work attire. Loose jeans,button up with vest, fluffy slippers with a coffee mug in hand. He's facing Diana, paying 0 attention to who else is there beyond "cool space station".

"Hey niece, why is my daughter running through my castle screaming about killer birds?"

"Ah, I believe she is referring to Robin being a former member of the League of Assassins." Diana replies.

Batman and the rest of the Justice League are tense, assessing this possible ally who RADIATES power and death. Anyone affected by death can feel it like static in their teeth during a lightning storm. Those who have been into the Lazarus Pits feel safe yet the overwhelming urge to KNEEL BEFORE YOUR KING.

"Well shit, someone actually escaped from the Fruit Loop Supreme? Anyone who gets away from my asshole grandfather is alright by me." Danny replies as he turns to look at the various heros, taking a sip from his mug.

"Danyal?" A faint hopeful whisper as Damian takes his mask off to look at his Brother (HOW, HOW? HE LOST HIM HE'S HERE HOW?) His dead twin somehow here and changed so much.

*Slurp*

"Well shit, didn't expect this."

This entire time Bruce's brain is making crunching noises.

It's not the extra son that's apparently God of the Afterlives. It's not the granddaughter.

Diana is his son's niece. Bruce had sex with his grand niece. Barbara is right, he needs therapy.

[user-needs-new-hyperfixation]

TGCF Season 2 Episode 2 SCREECHING

One tiny complaint first: Crunchyroll for the love of anime could you proofread your captions even once?

Now, onto the screaming:

The whole table bit. Hua Cheng repelling it with little finger movements (that finger swirl, good heavens 😳) while Qianqiu is expending so much energy. Also the ghosts immediately replacing it with another giant table they just had on hand is hilarious.

Lang Quinqiu getting pelted with things and dropping from the ceiling off screen is also hilarious.

I just love the design and humour of all the ghosts.

THEY SPENT SO MUCH TIME ON THE DICE. IT'S SO SOFT AND ROMANTIC. So much happened in the last episode, but then they took their sweet sweet time with this, and that is correct and accurate and as it should be. The music. The red veil. The soft smiles and the hand touches. The ghosts whispering. The fact that Crunchyroll actually translated "gege" as "dear brother" once so you get a better feel of the respect and care HC is very very publicly showing Xie Lian.

Shi Qingxuan continues to be amazing in every way.

Xie Lian's obvious affection for Lang Quinqiu is so bittersweet.

Lang Quinqiu being all "Hey. No. Your friend is a bad guy but that doesn't mean you should trick him." Adorable smol bean. I've never really cared much about him one way or the other before, but the donghua version is getting me really attached.

THE BUN. THEY KEPT THE BUN. THEY!!! THEY...Xie Lian seeing Hua Cheng biting into it and just absolutely BOOKING IT and running into things is SO PERFECT. This is the exact energy he radiates after the first kiss, or after the CPR attempt, and I can't remember if he ran off like that at this point in the book but if he did I'd forgotten and if he didn't it's a PERFECT addition. 20/10

[wandixx]

Ghost of fries and hero of cookies part 5

All work words count: 14 643

Words in this part: 1 685

Summary of whole work: Duke wasn't expecting to wake up from his quick rooftop nap to some meta kid with fries. He also wasn't expecting kid to stay

Or

Danny asked Dani to stay safe while she was in Gotham. Where would she be safer than under the wing of local hero? And he looked like he needed bad day combo anyway

This part summary: Steph finally gets to meet Duke's kid. And she comes bearing gifts!

Beta read by @audhumla-sailor though English is second language for both of us, so proceed with this in mind. I also know all of the charaters through fics alone, so probably ooc. Stay catious if it's something you don't like

First part, Previous part

Duke was really glad that Bruce was busy whole previous evening and couldn’t give him The TalkTM Vigilante edition. Maybe he shouldn’t because B being busy spoke trouble but he couldn’t feel too sad about it. He didn’t want to have The TalkTM though.

For now, Dani was running next to him, with a serious look on her face that was kinda uncanny. She wasn’t supposed to not be happy and some weird instincts were screaming at him to fix it and fix it now. But he didn’t know how!

Though some of his jokes caused a little smile, so it was good.

It turned potentially less good when she stopped without warning, lowering herself to the fighting stance (finally proper, which made him so immensely proud by the way). He stopped too, wishing they wouldn’t have to fight but he knew better than to latch on this hope.

“What’s up, Hoopoe?” he whispered.

“Someone is coming. Light, use grapple” Most likely one of the Bats then, they were due to a visit anyway. However better to not lower his guard in case he was mistaken or it was a prank/test. His expectations were proven right though, when purple blur flipped over the edge of the roof. He relaxed and put hand on Dani’s shoulder so she wouldn’t tackle Steph before they could explain anything. She seemed on edge like that whole day.

“Hey Spoiler” he greeted to further show that the blonde was a friend.

“Sup Signal! Heard I can finally meet your little friend!”

Dani straightened herself and tried to float a few inches up to seem higher probably.

“I’m considerably higher than most kids my age” she deadpanned. She really wasn’t though. He was still trying to learn whether her size was caused more by genetics or malnourishment. Her only family member Duke knew of was also small, so maybe it was a family thing though.

Steph shrugged, waving her palm a few inches below her shoulder, approximately where Damian reached, quite few inches over Dani’s head.

“Robin is the family’s smol violent bean and you’re shorter than him. You’re small bean, deal with this”

Little girl pouted, crossing her arms. Steph cooed.

“Oh, you even get angry like he does!”

Young meta looked like she was asking ‘Should I use violence?’ and inch towards the answer ‘Yes’. Duke decided he should step in before she acted on these thoughts. Teasing was the opposite of what girl needed at the moment. Some good fight might not be bad but maybe not with Steph.

“Cut it Spoiler”

She rolled her eyes so dramatically he could tell she did so despite her mask. He still thought it was impressive “Don’t be boring dude”

Dani growled in a way that couldn’t be fully human, just like she did when they talked about her training for the first time. Duke squeezed her arm. Girl glanced at him before sagging so much he was scared she would fall for a hot second. He exchanged concerned looks with Steph over her lowered head. It was not normal nor was it good.

“Alright, you’re not smol,” Steph agreed lightly “Officially at least. What’s in my head stays there. Does it work for you?”

Duke almost hit her in the arm. Not strongly, in a friendly manner but still. He didn’t only because it seemed to somehow work. He let his hands drop.

“Your mind is sacred,” Dani started seriously “what leaves your mouth is not. Can’t diss you on your thoughts but I’ll on your words” she shared like it was some important truth of life. Or folklore proverb though Duke wasn’t sure about the latter. Afterall he was Gothamite born and breed, he knew countryside from movies “And actions. Actions are kinda important,” meta girl added in lighter tone after moment of thinking.

“Yeah, actions are the best” Steph agreed easily “Hey, can I get it on a T-shirt? I’ll love and cherish it”

“First you laugh at my height and then you want my intellectual property for free? For shame, Spoiler, for shame?”

Steph looked thoughtful, theatrically over exaggerating her body language. 

“Valid” she nodded.

Duke decided he would just watch whatever was going to happen and did damage control if needed. He didn’t feel up to anything else anyway.

“Heard your cape went in an adventure,” the purple vigilante admitted after moment of silence. Dani shrugged rubbing her arms awkwardly. Duke knew she normally would fix said cape. It was her way of fidgeting.

“Yup, it’s good way to put it,” girl nodded. “Somebody needed it more, I hope it enjoys its travel. I should get a replacement soon”

“Well, I can’t let fellow caped crusader, who understands necessity of hood, run capeless”

Younger girl waved her hands in a flurry motion of dismissal.

“Don’t-” she stopped when her eyes locked on orange bundle Steph took from somewhere under her cloak. Opportunity to pull tricks like that had made Duke consider adding some sort of cape to his Signal suit back when he had been working on it back in a day but dismissed it. He still wasn’t looking forward to learning curve of fighting with such additional liability. He couldn’t turn it intangible when it was in a way like certain white haired cheater did.

Speaking of Dani, girl stared at Steph’s gift like she couldn’t quite believe it was real. She held her hands close to her chest but her fingers flexed in grabby motion. Her eyes were hidden behind black lenses of her mask but everything else about her face further proved how awestruck she was. Even her muted aura brightened a bit in a way that he learned to recognize as excitement.

It was still kind of weird, by the way. Normal auras haven’t changed, it was kinda their thing.

Steph wiggled her gift a bit. Dani finally took it but had yet to put it on.

“It’s for me?” she whispered so utterly shocked and small that Duke mentally did a double take.

“Yeah, like I said, can’t let you run around without it”

“Oh”

Dani’s hand was gnawing at the edge of the material as if it was some sort of squashmellow.

“Try it on,” Steph encouraged gently.

“We need to check if Spoiler haven’t messed up something”

“Signal!”

Dani snorted, which was all Duke tried to achieve.

She put it on and after a moment of shuffling she once again became orange cloak with feet. She grinned widely looking far more relaxed and settled than she did moments before. She moved around a bit like she was in model show or at least what ten years old thought it could look like.

“You like it?”

“Yup, it’s amazing, thank you Spoiler… Though it’s heavier than I expected”

“Well, I don’t know what your first one was made out of but this is material I use, I found it the best balance between durability, weight and comfiness. Still, it’s quite dense and a bit heavy. Also, I added pockets because you can never have too many of them. Plus there are few glitter bombs inside. You know, ‘welcome to the team’ gifts,” Steph explained eagerly and judging by Dani’s smile, she loved her gifts. Duke would be a little worried on a Gotham crime’s behalf if it wasn’t well, crime and if he wasn’t all there to watch chaos these two would unfold from sidelines with bat-popcorn in hand (though it wasn’t really a thing yet, he would have to mention it to Tim or Jason). For now though, they really should continue on the patrol.

“Now that introductions are over, let’s get going. Crime never sleeps or something,” It was really weird to be the organized one. Before Dani showed up, on a day shift he was a sailor, a captain and a ship (or maybe Gotham was a ship-), We Are Robins days were chaos in purest form and shape and when he was called out for a night he usually was too tired to behave and was just additional mess to organize (on purpose, let him have his goddamn sleep, he wasn’t Tim).

“Okay,” Dani agreed cheerfully “There is a robbery at the greek diner we visited last Thursday. ‘s been going for five minutes or so,” she added unbothered.

“HOOPOE!”

“What?”

***

Spoiler jumped through the open window of the diner with a graceful roll, glitter bombs at hand. Hoopoe and Signal came inside right after her.

“Spoiler alert!” purple girl yelled, throwing two bombs at robbers heads and kicking third one in the ribs.

Dani decided  that she liked Spoiler right then and there as she threw her own brand new, orange(!) glitter bombs at remaining criminal.

***

Three of them were running through the city mostly uninterrupted after diner mishap. Steph tried to engage Dani in quip battle but younger girl for once wasn’t jumping on occasion. She kept close to Duke and his only reaction was smug smile in Spoiler’s direction. That’s what she got for trying to steal his sidekick.

“Oh!” Dani exclaimed delighted, stopping abruptly, a smile that spoke trouble gracing her face.

“No, we’re not busting Joker’s scheme by jumping into the meeting to beat them all up without proper back up, again, Hoopoe. They had guns, Hoopoe.”

“Wha- Wasn’t last time enough? Anyway, I heard there is fan meeting with Martian Manhunter in Los Angeles tomorrow,” Great, so no giving him heart attack right now. Thank God for that.

“Shame he won’t make it, huh?” Steph mussed “He is in Illinois right now, isn’t he? It would take him two days driving to even get there”

Dani’s expression looked thoughtful “It’s quite far”

“Yeah, around… 2,500 miles from here”

“Huh”

“What got you thinking kid?” she inquired, ruffling her hair.

“Not a kid and I thought- there is kidnapping at three!” Dani darted in that direction before finishing sentence. Duke jumped right after her slightly scared. She was not ready to handle stuff like that without back up and she would try if he let her run of like that.

********

Steph: I'm meeting my almost niece tomorrow what should I- *gives a gremlin child an ultimate weapon of chaos*

Sometime before this part:

Steph: So, how is your kid?

Duke: She is not my kid!

Duke: By the way, wanna see video I saved of her doing proper side kick for the first time?

Danielle "looks like 10 years old is 10 months max" Phantom: I am in fact much higher than most kids my age

Duke "whoever is feeding this tiny child does bad job at it" Thomas & Stephanie "it's just a lil baby" Brown: Yeah... sure...

Next part

"Tag list" (i haven't expected to ever make it)

@pickleking8

[libelelle]

OBLIGATORY DISCLAIMER. my opinion on Silver is by no means the single correct one nor do i think it should be, do what you do idc. we're all here throwing him at a wall repeatedly for fun

Ok so. whats the point i wanted to make. oh yeah right

SILVER THE HEDGEHOG!!!! FUCK!!!!

his character is so interesting this is a character for sure. im screaming and crying etc etc. the unfortunate part is NO ONE GETS HIM. i see a lot of interpretations that cherry pick his personality and experiences and it just! isnt it! he is a complicated character!

trying to simplify him down to 🥺innocent soft boi🥺 doesn't work, not only cause you're ignoring his DEBUT GAME (NEVER FORGET HE TRIED KILLING SONIC) but also because you just disconnected him from his entire backstory and motivations. i see people making Silver into a "cinnamon roll" guy and it always makes me grimace because... do you know WHY he is clueless. do you know why he doesn't get things or is too trusting or this or that. its because he grew up in the apocalypse alone. he hasn't experienced anything normal or healthy in his entire life. and since these traits, which are used to make him into the innocent cinnamon roll, are a result of growing up in a very abnormal environment, are symptoms of having never been in social situations and never had a normal day-to-day life. this means you can't ignore the OTHER characteristics that result from it. by this i mean hes very independent, very stubborn and aggressively mean (i recommend watching any of Silvers interactions in the Rivals games. he is extremely confrontational and a very good example of the kind of behaviour i'm talking about). but since this doesn't fit the bill for the character that you want him to be, you remove the context. him being clueless has nothing to do with his background. hes anxious cause hes a smol bean, not because hes been drowning in responsibility and trauma for as long as hes been alive. hes kind because hes innocent, not because he chose to be despite it all

"but linnea! what about IDW! hes very innocent in that!" INCORRECT BUZZER. IDW is not the same. i'll admit, the writing isn't always what i want or expect for Silver, but there's something important for you to note here

Silver is ✨Recovering✨

from my perspective at least. what i see is Silver, who has actively been working together with other people for MONTHS. he has friends, a support net, as well as hobbies. these are things he didn't have before, and being with these people, in both calm and hard times, helped him. So what we are seeing isn't the trauma responses, we're seeing the result of being acclimatized into a healthier and safer position. that's why there's a change in behaviour. this doesn't mean hes a soft boy now. AGAIN hes complicated. be careful not to boil him down to a single trait. in IDW we still see moments where he experiences difficulties because of his past. examples include when he met Whisper, Failed Social Interaction and said this:

he struggles with boundaries! of course he does! he's still getting the hang of being around people

then also recently when he came to help Sonic in 58:

he is struggling!! with nothing to focus on! his default is fight fight save the future fight!! he's not used to normal life and that makes him anxious and frustrated, unable to focus on things he cares about, as we see in the future growth comic in the 2022 annual

there are likely more examples but idc. need to finish this post. continuing, Silver is complicated, meaning that even when he is aggressive and tunnel visioning on a task, he has more going on. one thing i fucking lovee LOVE love about Silver is that he has hope. fuck if i were him i think i'd have given up. THOSE horrors? every day? no thanks

Silver feels anguish and frustration and fear. this being said even at his angstiest moments he has hope. you cannot look me in the eye and tell me that Silver fought through every horrible disaster, coming back to a newly devastated world every time and decided to continue with no hope for a better future. he is determined and he has hope, even if he has to fight tooth and nail for it. Usually when i think about Silver and his odd optimism, i go back to '06, when he's having his moral crisis over killing sonic.

"To kill someone to save the world... is that really the right thing to do?"

it would've been understandable if he decided it was the right thing to do, even if sonic was someone who was kind and loved, because that's just how bad the world is. maybe its just me, but the way this thought broke through in spite of his bull headed focus on destroying the iblis trigger speaks to me about his nature as a person. even coming from the bleak world he came from and even with the tunnel vision he had, he still considered this one persons life to be important too.

he is, at heart, a very gentle and kind person. he is, at heart, someone who is strong and who wants to help others. a version of Silver that is sad all the time, unable to see the good in the world (a phenomena i don't see much of thankfully) isn't true to Silver as a character because its missing that core trait to his character, that he wants to help because he cares.

Silver can't be one or the other. one way ignores his background and his trauma, which leaves out important parts of his personality, the other just abandons a very integral part of who he is.

the point really is to say that (slaps roof of Silver) this bad boy can fit so much layers!

[jev-urisk]

How Cuddleable Are Your OCs? Tag

Saw this posted by @talesofsorrowandofruin and figured I'd give it a go!

Premise: Answer the title question using a scale of 1-10 and give context.

✨️I'll be using my 7 Circles characters✨️

Klaus:

7.5/10 Emotionally safe to cuddle with, warm, strong arms, whispers soothing reassurances. Might get fidgety over long cuddles though (has Fae-D-H-D).

Kazimier:

2/10 This restless man not only doesn't sleep, he often gets so wrapped up in his machinations he forgets to feed. IF hes cuddling you he a) is manipulating his way closer to you for crime reasons b) just fed on you and is trying to figure out his exit, or c) is using you for survival body heat. Try instigating a cuddle and you're gonna get the hell scratched outta ya.

Valian:

5/10 So smol, such soft hair, what a cute bean. But he's also a squirmy little bastard with a crass voice and the pointiest knees and elbows. So, cuddles best when unconscious.

Seeker:

9/10 FOUR ARMED HUGS. Hugs with four arms! Also so tall and super nurturing. They could tell me it'll all work out and I'd believe them. Caretaker femme energy.

Tagging @katenewmanwrites @scorpiothesaint and @officialauthorofanotherworld (but no pressure!)

[wexhappyxfew]

Okay that 3-parter sounds interesting!! 👀 Anything you can share about that?

HI KILLY!!!! <33333 thank you so much for sending this in omgggg!!!! please know that when this idea hit, i was like ..... yes this is absolutely becoming a 3-parter - so i am so so happy to yap about it!!! :D thank you SO MUCH!!!!!

@b17boys mentioned something about my OC, Judy Rybinski, who becomes turret ball gunner for Rosie's Riveters, would ultimately drop in between those German/Russian lines and I SPIRALED and was like - this needs to be written. AND HERE WE ARE!!!!!

I think, in comparison to my other writings, I really wanted to take time to dig into both the characters (Judy and Rosie) along with the surroundings, the general environment and situations and struggle around them and what that means to them individually and together as characters. We take it from Judy's POV - just because her youth and past really plays an important role in her life and how she approaches this situation as whole.

I'm going to take us a bit of a character study of Judy through the beginning/middle of what was Episode 9 of MOTA. Really fleshing out moments and scenarios and developing an even deeper connection of Judy and Rosie as well as simply the one Judy has with herself, along with morals, realizations and aspects of her life that are important to her. I also want to pull at the heartstrings a bit - we come into the first part with a view of Judy just in a straight-up not-fun situation. She's lost, just waking up from being passed out, no clue where she is (nor can really remember), half-remembering her whereabouts along with wondering - where is Rosie?! And I think that's an aspect about this that makes it interesting to write. We see Judy on her own, having to navigate this all. Trying to figure things out and most importantly - stay alive.

BUT -- I couldn't help but then want to make a piece (the 2nd part) where we focus on their reunion together, that being Judy and Rosie, who genuinely just do love each other. And being separated, fearing for their lives and one another's - really brings them closer together and that worry, fear, desperation and wonder really bring forward how much they mean to each other even more so.

And also just because I can imagine Rosie absolutely losing his mind at the thought of not knowing where Judy is and doing everything he can to find her again - and then, finally finding her and it's like everything has fallen into place. Yeah. Lol. I would consider this purely self-indulgent with the heavy-dose of angst/whump/comfort we'll be getting - BUT IT'LL BE WORTH IT!!!!!! SO consider me both excited and absolutely losing my mind!!!!!

Please enjoy a small snippet!!! <3

"Spy." he whispered, the word on his tongue enough to make panic ensue.

"No." she whispered, before clearing her throat, "No! No, no, no. No spy! No spy! American. I'm American!" Judy was frantic in her own defense of herself. "Born and raised! Red, white and blue, all the star-spangled bullshit. Down in North Carolina - you hear my accent?!" she called frantically again, desperate for the rifle to be removed from touching her uniform and for her to get a better idea of where she was and what was going on. "Carolina?" "Yes!" Judy said, going to sit up, but letting out a strangled cry and going to reach for her shoulder instantly - she watched all the rifles uphold, aiming at her again at her quick movements and she couldn't help the tears that welled in her eyes - with the confusion, the pain, the desperation. Between freezing and being confused and in pain enough to make her pass out - if she died out here, she'd be thankful. Anywhere was better than this snow-capped and war-torn field.

Safe to say Judy Rybinski is nothing but a smol bean who simply needs to be back home, snuggled up with a warm mug of tea and FAR from here. But -- she's got this so, I have no worries for her!!! MUST SAY - I love getting into this type of writing again though (reminds me of my Landslide-era writing days haha!) THANK YOU AGAIN KILLYYYYY!!!!! <333333

ask about one of my WIPs! [here]

[topsyturvy-turtely]

Fluffbruary with turtely

(missed days edition)

Day 25

[day 24] [day 26]

prompts: breathe | offer | ignite by @fluffbruary <3

fandom: BBC Sherlock

will be uploaded to "That Stuff Called Fluff" on Ao3!

A/N: *loading dots* the... slowest... updates... ever... idk what you were expecting?! i AM a turtle?!

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He breathes out.

He follows the goosebumps caused by the carbon dioxide and oxygen mix coming from his lungs with his eyes.

Then his fingers itch to touch the bumpy skin; his fingertips almost not touching.

The man underneath him stretches and a noise is formed inside. It's a sound of content.

“What are you doing, Sherlock?”

“Deepening my analysis about the impact of my breaths on your skin.”

“You mean my goosebumps?”

“Horripilation, yes.”

“Nobody says that, you know.”

“Doctors say that. And I happen to know one.”

“But you aren't!”

Sherlock falls silent. So John turns around laying on his arm now, his upper body facing Sherlock. “What have you found out?”

“A variety of deductions, really.”

“Well, tell me about them.”

“First: Me breathing on your skin causes horripilation. Second: You like it when we share the air in between signs of affection.”

“It's called kisses, babe.”

“That's what I said, yes. Third: You like it when I breathe into your ear.” Sherlock whispers this into said body part. John stifles a shiver.

“You're such a tease.” The blogger growls and pulls Sherlock on top of him. They breathe the same air, hesitating, anticipating, until John gives in and kisses him lightly.

“Conclusion?”, he asks then.

“Conclusion”, Sherlock answers. “I am breathtaking.” Then he kisses him until breathlessness.

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A/N: i simply can't be objective with my own writing. i love it and hate it at the same time (usually tending to the latter). PLEASE: give me feedback!

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[colossal-red]

Endless Sleep

Tw: death mention, grieving.

Tommy’s sleep was restless, it had been several weeks since the incident, as those dumbass therapists called it… he hated that word now. Ever since that day, it had been hard to close his eyes.

He missed those mofos so much.

In his sleep, in the very same room on a significantly bigger bed than the one he rested in on a nightstand, Philza would awaken, and sit up with a groggy look about him, wiping some sleep from his eyes he would turn to look at Tommy… a sigh coming from his lips.

He himself had troubles too, but he had to be there for Tommy; It was all that kept him going, losing two of his three sons would do that to you… need something to keep you going. He’d rise to his feet, and gently stroke Tommy’s small hair with a finger, feeling his soft movements, despite the sad nature of his distressed motions, it was the most active he’d seen him in a while.

“Shhh…” He whispered softly, stroking his blond hair until he calmed. The larger avian would look out a window, gazing at the night sky, the stars shining brightly. He wished he could see them just one last time.

On the nightstand, close to where Tommy slept was a photo of the once happy family, but now half of them were gone. Techno, gone much too soon and Wil, taken most recently.

It was heart shattering.

Memories flashed through Phil’s mind, as soundless tears dripped from his face, times of love, times of laughter; God he’d give anything to have those times back.

One memory in particular appeared, a day like any other, except all four of them were tired as shit hehe… Phil nearly crashed the car that day, picking them all up from their work or school in Tom’s case.

Tubbo had called them all sleepy boy’s when he came to visit, and the name kind of stuck, it became an inside joke, Sleepy Boi’s Incorporated, they called themselves.

They tried their best to stay awake and have some family bonding time together but… when Wil face-planted into a pie that Tommy had moved in front of him, Phil would send them off to bed.

Everyone learned a lesson from that to not stay up too late hehe…

Suddenly, lost in his thought, something would perch on Phil’s shoulder, and nuzzle his neck. “Tommy…?”

“Phil.” Tommy replied simply, wings held close to his body as he stayed there on the Bean’s shoulder.

“Did I wake you?”

“Nah, if your snores can’t wake me up old man I doubt anything could.“

That caused a laugh from Phil, Tommy staying perched on despite the shakes, Phil was still crying a bit, but the laughter felt nice. The smaller avian smiled, burrowing into Phil’s neck as he reached up and placed a hand on Tommy to almost hug him, a sniffle coming from Tom.

“You okay mate?”

“Yeah,it’s just… I wish they were here with us.”

“Me too Tom, me too.” Phil replied, sighing again as he sat down, softly stroking Tom’s hair.

“It’ll be okay mate. They’d- they’d want us to carry on…”

“Yeah, Wil would’ve cracked a joke here I think. Techno would maybe have laughed in his usual way, patting your back…” Tom mumbled to himself, just staying as close to Phil as he could.

“Yeah, probably.” Phil said with a sad smile.

“I think… I’ll be okay… won’t we Dadza..?”

“Yea… yea mate,”

“We’ll be okay.”

—————————————————————-

Hey y’all, Red here.

Regarding the Wilbur Soot allegations…

Wilbur Soot is gone; As far as I'm concerned, the Wilbur Soot we knew is dead now... the one we knew and loved would never do the things he's done, all that's left is this, terrible abuser who I can’t even recognize. :,]

I believe… we can still make fics about the one we knew and loved, our Real Wilbur, not this- disgrace.

Separating the one we knew and loved from the disgrace that emerged from the ashes;

And so I had this fic idea… a smol Fic Idea: A tribute to the SBI, Phil and Tommy-centric with the two in grieving over the deaths of Wil and Techno, but after some bonding and comfort- g/t, the short fic would end with the simple words... "It'll be okay" to celebrate the life of Techno, as we are getting close to that time of the year again… when we lost the legend… and to celebrate the Wilbur Soot we knew and loved, but abhor what he has become.

Just to be clear: I 100% support Shelby, she’s a good person, who didn’t deserve any of what happened to her… or anyone else affected by Will…

This fic, and any subsequent ones released after this by me… are not in support of Will, they are a tribute to the happy memories the Wilbur we knew and loved gave us, and mourning of the loss of the one that gave us hope, and inspired us…

I miss him, and after that ‘apology’

In the words of Soldier Boy…

“You’re such a f^cking disappointment.”

🫂

Here’s a hug for everyone in need :,] I’m still on hiatus, just to be clear… but when I get the chance to truly come back I will, I love all of you/p

And I hope y’all have an excellent day… (When I come back I’ll also clear out my inbox- thanks for the asks <3/p)

See y’all… when I see you. ❤️/p

P.S. I do apologize if people look at this fic in bad taste, I wrote this for myself majorly, in mourning of the man who was “Everything I wanted to be” as quoted from Spider-Man Ps4.

@kayla-crazy-stuffs @brick-a-doodle-do @i-am-beckyu @poprockpanda @a-tiny-frog-girl @local-squishmallow

[rui-ayaki-lower5]

Its a term my mod uses im not entirely sure what it means but my best guess it just means to listen to the music, relax however they see fit and just feel the emotions in the music?

So mod found and listened to an alternative version of misery x cpr x reeses puffs which adds in the song apple bottom jeans and i feel like it was like listening to what happens in hantengu-san's head when he isn't split into his different emotions....

[astarionsblueundies]

I'm a psycho and have been writing BG3 from my Tav's perspective. My dumb smol bean. My silly cinnamon roll. Astarion hates her until he doesn't. Here's their first meeting before anything deviates too much.

Word Count: 2,600 Pairing: (will be) Astarion/Tav Summary: Ashe meets Astarion for the first time. She doesn't think he seems very danegrous at first glance.

“More wreckage, even up there,” Ashe notes, pointing up ahead where a broken pod sits askew, partially buried in the earth.

“We should be careful.” Shadowheart gives a vigilant once-over of the area. “It’s hard to tell from here, but it looks like something may have broken out from the inside. If it held a mind flayer, that won’t be good for us.”

“Oh jeez, good point. Hopefully not, then.”

“Hopefully not,” she sighs.

As they begin cresting the hill with caution, a person comes into view. Humanoid. Not purple. A man with a head that reminds Ashe of a cottonball.

Decidedly not a mind flayer.

“Told you I’m good luck,” Ashe whispers, flashing Shadowheart a smile.

“Well, that remains to be seen. Even an elf can be dangerous.”

Ashe looks the guy over. She’s ignoring the fact that he’s stupidly pretty because that’s irrelevant right now. He’s well-dressed. Seems in fine shape, but not particularly threatening from afar. She tuts, “Such a pessimist, Shadowheart.”

“I prefer realist.”

“And I prefer giving people a chance before assuming the worst.”

“That’s fine, so long as you don’t mind dying young.”

Ashe tamps down a laugh. Shadowheart is actually depressingly funny. “He’s probably just as scared and lost as we are. He doesn’t seem violent from here.”

“A vial of poison is also perfectly harmless when it’s sitting on a table across the room.”

Ashe sighs. “Just let me do the talking, alright? We don’t need to traumatize this poor guy with your dreary outlook just yet.”

“Suit yourself.”

As the two approach, before Ashe can so much as get out a ‘hail and well met’, the man turns to notice them. Relief flashes across his face and he crouches, beckoning them in a hush to come close. “Hurry!”

“I don’t like this,” Shadowheart mutters under her breath.

Ashe discretely elbows her before turning her attention back to the man. “Are you okay? Do you need help?”

“I’ve got one of those brain things cornered.” He creeps up to where the beaten path turns into tall untamed grass, gesturing to a thicket of bushes vaguely out of view. “There, in the grass. You can kill it, can’t you? Like you killed the others?”

Now, a part of Ashe wants to ask just how he knows she killed any others. But that’s only a tiny sliver compared to the much larger part of her that’s happy to people-please herself to death.

“Um, y-yeah... I don’t see why not,” Ashe says slowly, coming up a bit shy on the confidence meter in terms of fighting solo. Her hesitance must be obvious in the nervous glance she casts Shadowheart, because she looks way too amused. 

Folding her arms, she gives Ashe a small smile and a tilt of her head. “Well, go on. I’ll just be over here with my dreary outlook while you take care of that.”

Oh, beans. Ashe totally backed herself into this corner. She has no one else to blame. This is her home now.

“Right. No problem,” Ashe says, thinking only of the many many problems. 

Fighting alone means all eyes on her. All eyes on her means even the smallest slip of wild magic garners attention. Attention makes her nervous. When she’s nervous her wild magic acts up even more. When her wild magic acts up she becomes a liability. When people realize she’s a liability she’ll get left behind to become a mindflayer. When she—

Okay, long story short, she’s basically crapping her pants right now. 

Those poor pants. They’ve been through so much.

“Hello?” the elf prompts. “Are you planning on killing this thing or not?”

She clears her throat and shakes out her hands, just praying for some of that good luck she so likes to convince people she has. “Sorry. Yes. You said it’s right down there?” 

“Just there. Do you see it?" He points to somewhere in the realm of what Ashe would consider ‘yonder’.

Sidling up to him, she pops on her tippy toes, swaying as she tries to see from his exact angle. This guy might be about an average height, but Ashe isn’t. He’s got a good foot or more on her and she cannot for the life of her see what the hells he’s—

“Reeeee!” A wild boar comes squealing out the brush scaring the living beans out of Ashe. She clutches at his sleeve in a panic, stumbling backwards with a startled squeak.

He responds in kind, quickly grabbing at her—she assumes to help steady her.

She assumes wrong.

Eyes shooting wide, Ashe yelps as she’s thrown further off balance. A lithe arm wraps around her torso, tugging her body into a firm hold, her back flush to this man’s chest. 

Concerning, yes, but not more than the godsdamned dagger now thrust to the column of her neck. That’s twice now within twenty-four hours that she’s met a new person and immediately had a blade to her throat. A new personal record.

“What the—”

“Shh shh, not a sound,” the pale elf whispers warnings into her ear from behind, his voice a low, controlled hum, tinged with just a hint of mania. “Not if you want to keep that darling neck of yours.”

She does. She really does.

“Now, I saw you on the ship, didn’t I?”

Ashe briefly contemplates how to answer him while remaining in compliance with the whole ‘not a sound’ thing. An unsure noise leaks out from her throat.

“Nod,” he suggests–not without condescension. 

Ah, a brilliant idea. She does that.

“Splendid,” he says, almost jovial before his voice drops into something loathsome. Spitting like an adder. “And now you’re going to tell me exactly what you and those tentacled freaks did to me.”

So… this feels like permission to speak now, right? She thinks? She hopes?

The words just kind of tumble out of Ashe in an anxious display of unfiltered thoughts becoming speech—a mild character flaw. “Oh. Wow, okay. That is–” she swallows, finding it difficult to breathe, let alone speak, “Th-that is a very sharp knife, sir.” 

“My, as are you,” the man grappling her murmurs, wrenching her tighter against him, pressing the blade’s edge firm enough to just barely break skin.

Ashe winces and scrabbles to grab at his forearms. Her fingertips dig into him. It’s not like she’s even trying to pry him away—she’s not exactly an impressive physical specimen. It’s purely for stability because her knees feel like undercooked gelatin right about now.

Oh, Shadowheart is going to have an I-told-you-so field day with this later. Presuming Ashe lives, of course.

“Now would be a good time to tell me,” he orders again, patience wearing thin. Casting a warning look at Shadowheart who spectates weary and guarded, the elf snaps at her, too. “And you, keep your distance. No need for this to get messy.”

“I need her alive,” Shadowheart states matter-of-factly, lip twitching with distaste. She’s about a thousand times calmer than Ashe, which is impressive. Though, to be fair, she doesn’t have a knife kissing her carotid… “Stow that blade or I’ll show you just how messy things can get.”

Ashe internally notes to remain on Shadowheart’s good side.

The elf lets out a laugh. Genuine amusement. “Ah hah! Promises, promises. But I have other business, I’m afraid.”

This man is insane, Ashe decides.

“And unless your adorable little friend here decides to–” he cuts off with a sharp hiss.

Ashe feels it too. The ever-familar keen invasion of the mind. A connection being formed and stretched taut, fastening hers to his. 

Her head feels all swimmy. Visions and emotions–some her own, some not at all–twisting into a strange amalgamation of despair and shadowy alleys she’s never seen.

If her knees were wobbly before, he’s basically the only thing holding her up now.

The connection severs as quickly as it formed. A jarring stop that leaves both of them sucking in a breath.

“What… what in the hells was that?!” her assailant demands, his blade a firm reminder to her throat that it had better produce some good answers quickly. 

“I-I… don’t know for sure,” Ashe manages to eke out, just trying to stay vertical. 

It’s been kind of a day.

“What do you mean you don’t know. You must know. I saw you strutting about that place while I was trapped in a damned pod!”

“I–strutting?” she questions, pulling a face. She’s pretty sure she hasn’t strutted a day in her life. Doesn’t even know how. 

The blade slices deepers and she feels highly encouraged to answer in a rush. 

“Look, i-if I was strutting anywhere, I assure you it was all very escape-oriented strutting, okay?! I was a prisoner too. We both were–Shadowheart and I–and we all have those… those things in our heads. I-I think that’s what just happened. It links our minds or something.”

After a moment of pause, the elf finally speaks. “Yes,” he murmurs, like the pieces are finally clicking. “Yes, that must be it.” His grip loosens and when he lets go entirely, Ashe goes stumbling forward on her limp noodle legs.  

She’s thankful for Shadowheart who catches her by the arm, and yanks her up straight by her side without missing a beat. “What was that about not dangerous?” She mutters under her breath to Ashe.

“It’s possible I was mistaken.” Ashe presses her palm to her throat, holding it there a moment before pulling it back to look down at the thin sheen of red smeared on it. It seems… not too too bad

“You’re not one of them,” the man decides aloud, drawing her attention back to him. “They took you, just the same as they took me.” He’s contemplative now. Downright rational compared to thirty seconds ago.

“We’re all in the same boat here,” Ashe assures, looking around as she gathers some semblance of bones back in her knees. “A very weird, flying, tentacley boat… but, you know, a boat nonetheless.”

“Tentacley,” Shadowheart repeats with distinct disapproval.

Uh oh. If she’s a stickler for made-up words then oof, she is going to have a roughy-toughy of a time with Ashe as company.

“Ah hah, yes, I suppose you’re right,” the elf says to Ashe, running a hand through his tousled, side swept hair. His demeanor shifts into something casual and breezy so quickly it nearly gives her emotional whiplash. “And to think I was ready to decorate the ground with your innards. Apologies.”

At least he’s sorry?

“Yes, well,” she swallows, absently touching her neck once more, “on behalf of my innards, thank you. I’m sure they appreciate your… restraint. I know we’re all kind of on edge, strange circumstances and all.”

“Exactly, exactly. See, you understand,” he says, now almost overly gracious. “Now that the air is cleared, I suppose introductions are in order. My name’s Astarion. I was in Baldur’s gate when those beasts snatched me.”

“I’m Ashe,” she smiles, grateful to start over less violently. “Also snatched in Baldur’s Gate. And this is Shadowheart. I’m… not sure where her snatching occurred? We’ve not known each other long.”

“And I’m not sure it matters,” Shadowheart bristles. 

“Don’t mind her,” Ashe says. “She only seems grouchy. She’s not really. It’s just her face and her voice and all the things she says.”

“It’s called being focused,” she corrects. “You should really consider it sometime, Ashe.”

Ashe holds back a laugh. She knows Shadowheart is personally attacking her right now, but that’s pretty funny, and she’s not exactly wrong. “I promise I will,” Ashe says with a smile. “You’ve inspired me.”

Shadowheart sighs, giving Ashe a tired look like she’s just a dumb puppy and it’s hard to stay mad at her. “Look,” she says,”the only thing that matters right now is finding a healer. We need to do something about these worms before it’s too late.”

“I’m sorry, too late for what exactly?” Astarion interjects.

“Oh, right, you don’t know,” Ashe realizes with an apologetic cringe. “So, there is some bad news, unfortunately. No nice way of putting it, really. I guess the tadpoles in our heads will turn us into mindflayers within a tenday.”

Astarion stares at her slack-jawed for a brief moment of processing before barking out a startling, incredulous laugh.

Yep. Definitely insane.

The bursting cackle grinds to a bitter halt, his face tugging into something fiercely sour. “Of course it’ll turn me into a monster,” he spits, eyes averting to the ground before muttering to himself, “What else did I expect?”

“Well, it hasn’t happened yet!” Ashe offers a shred of hope. “We still have some time.”

“Not a lot,” Shadowheart adds some obligatory pessimism, “but some is better than none, I suppose.”

“Yes…” Astarion agrees, deep in thought. “If we could find an expert in time. Someone that can remove them…”

Ashe nods. “Exactly. That’s the plan.” Looking between Shadowheart and Astarion, she takes a deep breath. This feels like the beginning of something big. Much bigger than herself, and much, much bigger than she can even imagine. “So… shall we get going then?”

Astarion holds up a finger, leaning in with a charming sort of smile. “I’m not being presumptuous in assuming I’m part of this ‘we’, am I?”

“I do like our odds better with a larger group,” Shadowheart says, pragmatic as ever.

“Same,” Ashe agrees. “The way I see it, we can put our noodles together and cook something up between them.”

“Not how I’d phrase it personally,” Shadowheart sighs, “but yes, essentially.” 

“Great, then we’re all on the same page,” Ashe claps, flashing a smile at Shadowheart before redirecting it to the elf. “Oh, and Astarion.”

“Hm?”

“Maybe don’t stow that knife of yours after all? I have a feeling the ground could still use some decorating—not with my innards, mind you.”

He smiles back with this look of honeyed consideration, eyes traipsing her up and down in some sort of private assessment before he clicks his tongue. “Well, I was prepared to go this alone, but how could I refuse such a…” he pauses. Tilts his head. Locks his heavy-lidded gaze onto hers and leans in. “...welcome invitation?”

What is this. What is happening.

He’s suddenly so close. Ashe’s two brain cells cease functioning. She blinks up at him with a dumb look on her face because sorry what?

It’s official. This is by far and wide, the weirdest thing to happen yet.

Only a few minutes ago this guy was about to drain her veins. Now he’s giving her a look so spicy it just about gives her indigestion?

She desperately tries to be cool about it, but considering her cheeks are now burning so hot the skin might actually flake off any second now, best of luck to her. She’s about as cool as a devil’s armpit.

“Something the matter, dear?” His voice snaps her back to reality. His eyes are like two polished rubies set neatly in his sockets, their glinting amusement belying the concern lacing his voice. 

Suddenly realizing how long she’s been gaping at him like a stupid fish, she barks out a, “Yes!”, but quickly shakes her head. “I mean no! Nothing the matter. You know what? We should really get going.”

“Yes, lets,” Shadowheart says with a cutting edge, scrutinizing the latest member of their little misfits club.

With the vague notion that there is civilization somewhere nearby, and thereby a healer hopefully, the three embark into the unknown with Ashe of all people leading them. 

For the record, this is objectively a terrible, horrible, very bad idea.

[gortashs-skidmark]

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙂𝙖𝙩𝙚'𝙨 𝙈𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝 - ρα૨ƭ 1 ♥ BG3 x READER ♥

This is a series :) I will slowly update this on tumblr, and on Quotev. I don't like Wattpad and Ao3 has a very slow waiting list. tumblr won't let me post the person-in-the- beginnings threats so this will be censored version. It wouldn't let me add the part about sewer rats either. here's a map, for reference of the story! ♥ PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, Premise: Thrown into an unfamiliar realm (BG3) you have to navigate to survive. It is not going so hot for you. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ I tried to make this LESS "omg characters!! I love my life rn!! I'm obsessed and own 7 t-shirts!! im so smol bean" and MORE "oh fuck. what do I do in magical medieval times" ♥

Gender Neutral, un-descriptive looks, No name, MATURE THEMES ♥ CONTENT WARNING: Cussing, fires, death, description of dead bodies, death threats ♥ Enough YAPPING. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥���♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ You were crying. Wailing. Writhing in agony. You could feel your body die in the moment you had been thrown into this Realm. It felt fictional, it was fictional. Your skin was gaunt, light blue veins ran through your body, and you could see it in the muddy puddle below you.  On your knees you shook, your body wracked with ache. Your vocals strained, resting, and wailing again. You didn’t shed tears when you cried. You couldn’t, you couldn’t even breathe. Your body was among the flames consuming your mind and body. Your clothes were the tight crop top that complimented your midriff, short socks on your feet, and high waisted baggy sweats. It was what you briefly remember wearing before dinner-time in your house. The only difference was the bandages covering your midriff, shoulders and neck, forearms, and encasing the lower half of your shins. Your ache shortly ceased, replaced only with painful emotions ravaging your body now. Your eyes couldn’t focus properly. You saw black and brown tattered pants rush around you. You couldn’t focus on their yelling, you felt fear. "Heretics!"  That fear became the only thing you felt. A dreadful aura wrapped around your body, you were going to be murdered. Alone. In an unfamiliar place. That fear warped into something bigger, your body quaffed your physical strength and energy. Zapping it from you. Turning it into the flames you witnessed on your body. Pillaring in blue and black flames, everything went. You felt the emotions in the cold flames licking around your body. You felt no harm, not even threatened by it. It was your friend and your inferno, a bond forged in sickly emotions and twisted circumstances.  You heard screams and saw bodies drop and actively char in front of you. You could only pathetically whisper “no, no, no..”’s with your crying, drool on your chin, your voice was too weak to speak real sentences.  You felt a big booming presence reach at you among the flames. Like the last ones, but stronger, nauseating, overwhelming.  White shifty sand and a glittery red figure ran past your vision. “NO, NO, YOU!!” Its hands held its head, then pointed a long white sharp finger towards you. It was all muffled. "AND EVEN CYRIC WILL PRAISE MY NAME!” It spoke loud, and in an ever-changing lilted tone. It giggled, cackled even, between phrases. It sneered and smiled at the end. You couldn’t quite focus on what it was. You simply felt more fear, and the blue and black flames rose. You heard a pitched scream of agony and the white and red figure vanished. It left no trail. It went silent. The flames licking your body and the ground withered into tame blue wisps of inferno. There were no movements that you could register. It was still.  You didn’t move. For a time.  Your knees started to ache on the cold sludge you knelt on. Putting your hands on your knees for leverage, you lifted yourself off the ground. A wave of dizziness flowed through your body and brain, you stilled yourself as much as possible. It passed, and you blinked. You saw. You saw you were in a moldy, moss-ridden environment. Man made, bricks building the floors, to the walls, to the curved ceiling. It was a sewer. You were in a sewer.  It reeked but your body couldn’t bring itself to gag. You saw black char and blue lit ash decorating on the bodies in front of you. Husks. Bodies, simply bodies, without a soul or purpose now. You sniffed and placed shaky hands on your hips.  “Well.” you whispered in a cracked voice to yourself. Lifting your head you looked at your surroundings once more, the sewer tunnel had three different paths you could take. One thing at a time, you thought. You chose to go right.  To Be Continued if tumblr let's me fucking use gross adjectives without restriction...

[sugarfluffandallthatgoodstuff]

Haikyuu marching band HCs

Lol this is my very first au and HC

Warning it is VERY VERY long

It’s 6969 words 😂

Hinata:

I definitely see him as a trumpet player 

Seriously

He’s chaotic

Loud

Has the capacity lung wise to be loud

Sucks ass at it though and is last chair

Like muhfucka can barely play his concert Bb scale like 🤨

Bitch how u gonna be first chair if you can barely play a beginning level scale 🤨

His goal is absolutely to be brass captain or at least trumpet section leader on the field and first chair for concert

Basically he has a lot of work to do before getting that far

Has to enlist help from third years a lot 

Can’t play a high note without passing out

Seriously thinks he can chair challenge Atsumu or Ushijima (spoiler alert he can’t)

Kageyama:

I can see him playing clarinet honestly

Constantly is trying for solos  

But can’t get any

He isn’t last chair but is pretty far away from first chair

He can play high notes but they sound absolutely awful and are always flat

His technique tonguing and finger wise are really good

But his tone sucks ass

Honestly thinks he can one up Oikawa and eventually take woodwind captain from him

Problem is though is that Kageyama doesn’t have the social capacity to be a leader of any kind 

Is trying to chair challenge people but keeps losing

Only one he was able to successfully do was against kindaichi but only cause Kindaichi was hella unprepared 

Kindaichi ended up taking his chair placement back from him 😂 

He’s like 6th to last chair out of like 18 people 

Tsukishima 

Clarinet all the way

Really good

3rd chair

Could not give less of a shit about leadership

Makes fun of Kageyama every. Single. Time he fails a chair challenge 

Annihilated Kageyama when he tried to chair challenge him 

The tuba section keeps trying to recruit him for his height 

Bokuto and Kuroo keep trying and failing to

Has to help Yamaguchi with transposing because some instruments are weird with transposing

Overall does not care about chair placement except when challenged by someone stupid like Kageyama 

Makes fun of Hinata for sucking absolute ass and not being able to play the chromatic scale

Doesn’t practice beyond the bare minimum but is still better than Kageyama who is always practicing

Yamaguchi

Plays alto sax

He wants to be good enough to get one sax solo at least 

Knows he could be cut out for leadership but is too shy

Fell ass backwards into 4th chair somehow

Probs because he’s pretty decent at sight reading 

Keeps forgetting how to transpose for concert scales and key signatures 

Can play 32nd notes for some reason but can’t perfectly hit it all the time 

Despite being the way he is he can play fucking LOUD

The section was playing careless whisper as a meme at a football game and he accidentally held the last note too long and everyone immediately figured out that he single handedly carried the whole ass section during the song 

Is waaaaaaayyyyy to shy to ask his section leaders for help with stuff he can’t do and is too scared to ask Oikawa for help with drill despite it always being offered to everyone regardless of seniority status (unless it’s Kageyama cause ya know)

Overall everyone really likes him and keeps pushing him to go for 1st chair in concert at least

Yachi

Precious smol bean is in guard and always gets scared when having to do big tosses like doubles or anything bigger than a single on flag or triple on rifle

The first time she got a big toss everyone cheered 

This also happened in front of the band

She got screams of “Congratulations!” from everybody outside of her section and got heavy praise from the leaders afterwards who had seen her struggle for so long

Everyone loves her too

All the section leaders love her too

Hell that night Oikawa, Bokuto, Kuroo, Kiyoko, and Hinata took her out to dinner and refused to let her pay for it

And because of that she became more confident and tried more even if it got her hurt

Because her peeps had her back always and all the time

(shout out to Suga for always seeing it when it happens and taking care of it afterwards)

Nishinoya

Euphonium 

Easily

He may be smol but holy hell can he be LOUD on euph

Not big enough for tuba but plays this behemoth on the field and trombone for concert

Good enough to be assistant section leader on the field and second chair in concert for trombone 

Uses his good playing for memes with Tanaka 

Likes to mess with his section mates by sneaking up on them and playing jaws but doesn’t realize it doesn’t have the same effect as the tuba does 

Hides Ennoshita’s and Asahi’s instruments constantly

Daichi gets mad at him and makes him run all the time for this 

Iwaizumi makes him run too

Basically the drum majors and brass captain are always on his and Tanaka’s asses for them being chaotic degenerates

That doesn’t stop noya from getting a shit load of jazz solos or wind solos 

Tanaka

Tuba

Tuba

Tuba

Definition of the chaotic tuba player

He’s good but can’t hit the super low register

Keeps trying to pedal but can’t 😂 

Kuroo and Bokuto do not handle him at all so poor Iwaizumi has to be on his ass all the time 

Always gets yelled at by Daichi and makes him run with Noya when they both fuck up or one does something stupid but no one knows who did it 

Like that one time someone vandalized the colorguard room and no one knew who did it

They both ran but neither of them actually did it 💀 

Thinks he’s all that but he’s 7th chair out of 14 tubas so he cuttin it reeeeaaaaal close to being considered trash

Only made the second level concert class (symphonic band)

Poor Noya didn’t have him in Wind Ensemble with him which made everyone sigh with relief so no one could cause chaos

Is still mad that he wasn’t in Wind Ensemble despite him being third chair in Symphonic

The other 3 second years (couldn’t remember any of em but Ennoshita because they are irrelevant)

They’re all clarinets 

They’re all pretty mid

 Ennoshita is trying to go for drum major tho

That’s really it

Asahi

The only calm tuba player

Seriously

But

He can hit a pedal note

Which Tanaka is salty about

Asahi is 4th chair in wind and so 4th overall

Not bad

Plays well just can’t be loud

Gets so scared when Noya hides his horn

He never tattles but Iwa and Daichi still find out

Has to carry his mouthpiece with him because of this 

Has a good tone 

Faints when 16th notes appear in the show music tho

But otherwise pretty good

Suga

Finally a flute

Thank god

3rd chair 

Assistant section leader of this enormous section

Like 40 people big

Respects Osamu as his head section leader

That doesn’t stop him from chair challenging ‘Samu all the time

He wins half the time but gets usurped all the time 

Seriously someone help the band director

Poor Daichi has to watch this shit all the time 

Has gotten a few solis 

Mainly if there was a flute quartet he’d make it

Same with a trio

Rarely has gotten a solo

Only in Symphonic his 1st year was he able to achieve this every time 

He’s like hella good with theory tho

Is the reason Asahi doesn’t die on sight with 8th notes

Helps anyone who needs help with their uniforms or if they get injured 

Sole “helper” of the bands cripple tent during practice where mostly guard kids go and anyone who was unfortunate enough to get hit with equipment 

He also has a tendency to treat his section mates like his own baby ducklings so if someone hurts one of them he finna be on yo ass for it

Checks in on every individual person separately at random an adjust shoots the shit with them so they can have a buddy to talk to

He basically is the band’s unofficial nurse and he is regularly scolding the same like 8 people for not drinking their water and passing out due to heat exhaustion

Daichi

Drum major (duh)

He plays French Horn and played Mellophone before he was drum major

Takes his job seriously 

Always has to make the same 8 people run

And those people are:

Nishinoya, Tanaka, Matsukawa, Hanamaki, Atsumu, Hinata, Kageyama, and Terushima

There was a time once where he made all 8 of them do their own separate running block after practice and had poor Iwaizumi controlling the Glock Block from the sidelines

Is actually 3rd chair in Wind Ensemble

He’s good but there are 2 people better than him

He doesn’t mind this

He has all the attention on the field and it’s nice to have a break from that in his concert class

Has practice running like a well oiled machine despite the 8 morons 

He does his best at section leader meetings to remind section leaders and captains to bond with their sections and squads

Kiyoko

Drum Major

Did colorguard up until the point that someone realized she played every kind of saxophone known to man and had a wicked sense of timing and conducting skills

She’s always making note of what she can do better to conduct better at shows 

Makes her conducting large and easy to see

Rarely makes people run

She always is refilling the big jug in case people run out of water during practice

Has to constantly deal with womanizing morons like Yahaba and the other altos so she looks at Akaashi when she’s uncomfortable and Akaashi makes those morons run

Brings up her notes and observations at leader meetings regarding timing, ways every section can contribute after practice to make things more efficient, and best of all she brings up how to make the bus rides not suck for people and have solutions for people who get car sick

Seriously she was on the bus Hinata was on when he puked all over the floor in the back of the bus on Noya and Tanaka 

She never has to worry about any leaders disrespecting her because they only drink their respect women juice or are already women

Makes sure the colorguard kids understand how conducting works and how to keep in time with the major’s hands during practice without the assistance of the metronome

She also always carries pads and tampons should anyone ever need any sort of sanitary products at rehearsal

NEKOMA

Kuroo

Tuba section leader

Yep

He’s one of the 2 reasons several others have to make Tanaka, Matsukawa, and Hanamaki run

Hell sometimes he gets told to run and his entire argument is “what did I do? That’s right. The answer is nothing 💅🏻 ”

Next thing he knows Kenma is popping behind him with pictures of Daishou on his phone and threatening him with them saying he’ll call him if he doesn’t get his ass running 😂

But all jokes aside he’s a pretty good leader

Always making sure his underclassmen understand their drill and music

He also is always keeping track of everyone’s grades so no one has to get kicked out for having a too low GPA

He’s 2nd chair in the wind ensemble class (he’s only a little salty but not very much)

Sometimes he shows up to the concert band class where most of the underclassmen are and terrorizes everyone in his section by sneaking up behind them and asks them if they’ve been practicing outside of rehearsal like they’re supposed to

The one he terrorizes the most is Lev who is the newest to the instrument because he keeps complaining about the weight

And everytime he does Kuroo shoots back with “well if you’re complaining this bad with a sousaphone I don’t look forward to your complaints about when we get contras”

Kenma

Assistant bari sax section leader

He picked it because:1. Kuroo is a brass player so that equals less Kuroo harassment and 2: his music isn’t always super complicated so he can afford to be lazy

He realized soon enough he picked the right instrument family because even though the woodwinds are chaotic they aren’t like the brass who are constantly doing stupid shit that makes Daichi mad

Does not like going to section leader meetings

Not because Kuroo is there (they are best friends after all)

But because it means more work for him later 

And he’s gotta listen to Atsumu talk about how great his section is (despite it being a dumpster fire half the time)

The only thing he likes about leader meetings is getting to complain about the alto sax players (except Yamaguchi because he’s chill) 

He also likes complaining about how much of assholes some of the clarinets are and a very very small handful of flutes (like maybe 3 at most)

He manages to turn his drill into a video game somehow and memorizes it that way.

He syncs up the show music up to it too

No one knows where he gets the time to do this

He almost never practices outside of rehearsal and still is better than the section leader somehow

Like mofo is 1st chair in Wind Ensemble directly diagonal from Kuroo

He’s the one who tunes the class at the beginning

Because screw the clarinets they’re never in tune (there I said it)

Warms up with video game music which is actually a lot harder than it looks.

Yamamoto

Euphonium section leader (jee I wonder why Iwa is always the one who has to keep Noya in check…)

He’s about as chaotic as you’d expect

First guy to go shirtless at practice

Or just shows up to band camp with no shirt

Everyone is just used to it by now honestly

Or if he does he wears those super low cut tank tops where the “sleeves” sag hella low 

Only one without a weird farmers tan

Gets mad that he has no tan lines like…dude…wtf

His chaoticness is the reason the morale with the euphs is high

And strangely for how chaotic he is he never really causes trouble

Just responds really emphatically

Is always the one of first ones to finish running regular laps for conditioning (I’m telling you band kids do A LOT of running)

Plays the loudest without a doubt

First chair trombone in Wind Ensemble with Noya always challenging him 

Seriously the back and forth is insane they sit next to the baritones so this means that any real authority over these 2 is kinda far away

Yaku

Bass clarinet section leader

Always keeps an eye on the low winds because there’s some weird shit that happens there

Never with Kenma though

It always starts because of the tenors getting into it with them about who sounds better them or the altos 

Yaku always elbow dives into this to get it to stop and just says “you both sound good now leave my section alone 

Keeps an eye on Kenma to make sure he’s not trying to either fall asleep or avoid drinking water

Always carries reeds of all sizes

Hell he even carries bassoon and oboe reeds

Is the biggest cork grease supplier 2nd only to Oikawa

He’s always having to fix reeded instruments because he’s the only one who knows how to for some reason

He’s like a mom to a bunch of toddlers basically

Fukunaga

Alto sax section leader

He honestly tries his best

But alas people are just degenerates sometimes

1st chair alto in wind and the ensemble overall

Ultimate drink supplier

No one knows where he gets his supply from and no one questions it either

Always takes part in the “get Kenma to try harder” activities

Let’s just say Yaku has had to fix his horn more than 25 times because of this 

If there’s an alto sax solo he gets it by default because everyone else will try to kill each other to get it

It’s hilarious to him when everyone else asks if he’s gonna give it up and he just…doesn’t respond

Lev

Last chair tuba player

Like…last in concert band bad

Can only play like 3 notes bad

This gives Kuroo and Bokuto a good reason to harass him into him getting more help during sectionals because they’re honestly sick of his shit

The only one who can help him is Iwa because his section leaders are either not patient enough to deal with him or are too airheaded to help

So Lev got roped into the sectionals that were 4 times a week to help the people who were struggling get the extra attention and personal assistance needed

He got forced to go by all of his senpais

Like he literally got his ass dragged there with his collar by Kuroo 

Poor boi kept trying to leave insisting he was ok and he could handle himself

Hinata eventually convinced him to stay and that’s the thing that made Lev willingly go there that moment onward

Tries to harass Kenma only for his water jug to mysteriously go missing and then Daichi made him give Lev’s jug back

Lev never harassed Kenma after having to go the entire 9 hour practice with no water

FUKURODANI

Bokuto

Assistant tuba section leader

Can’t keep a serious face for shit during sectionals

Always making silly faces to make his shy underclassmen come out of their shells

This works all of the time

Despite his silly flippant attitude he is the 3rd chair tuba in wind ensemble and surprisingly good at what he does

Is always getting into pedal (the lowest possible note on a tube) competitions with Kuroo to see who can do it better

Never makes any of his sectionmates run because he doesn’t believe in discipline for some reason

Always cracks jokes at leader meetings 

His chaotic energy is harmless until he hits emo mode after losing something like penny wars or even a competition

It takes a bit for his smile to comeback

If anyone needs life help he’s always there and ready to hear anyone out regardless of section

Flute player having relationship problems? He gotchu. Trumpet player having issues with his alto sax best friend? He gotchu.

Hell he is even willing to help people who have no lunch out

Or sits with the lonely people who want friends but have a hard time making them

That’s why he’s a section leader

He brings people together and uplifts them

Akaashi

4th chair flute player

Almost was assistant section leader 

Suga did slightly better than him in the interview

Even then he still helps people out and keeps immaculate tabs on a lot of things 

The instrument shelves are a mess and people can’t find their instruments? Boom he fixes it and makes a stupid-proof system

Rarely gets competitive

If its a solo he likes he’ll try to go for it

But respectfully

Not stereotypical going to war for the solo kinda guy

If he doesn’t get the solo he understands 

He doesn’t cry about it

Just tries better next time

Everyone respects him for it 

Makes sure people are drinking water

As in just friendly reminders to

Is good with academics so he helps out where he can

Tutors underclassmen and Bokuto for free

Goes for drum major and gets it

So it ends up being him, Daichi, Kiyoko, and Kita

4 very efficient drum majors

Is like the other woodwind mom despite being a drum major

Always is checking in on woodwind sectionals

Conducting if someone needs him to

People are always saying he’s their favorite drum major 🙂

Kaori and Yukie:

Colorguard captains

Constantly hyping everyone up

They make people run if they hit anyone 

Warns the girls not to get duped by Atsumu

Constantly has dance parties so everyone is happy and comfortable

Always get put in charge of trash because they don’t do anything else to contribute to the field or band room

AOBA JOHSAI

Oikawa

FINALLY

BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE

1st chair flute overall

Woodwind captain

Takes his job very seriously

Flute repair magician

Gets like every solo

As in 99/100 solos

Never is able to be chair challenged 

Seriously the director just has him play the chair placement piece for everyone and he hands the random numbers out to everyone for when they play

He never has to partake since no one is even close to his skill level

Both as a musician and flute player

Is literally the best woodwind captain anyone could have asked for

Asks EVERYONE if they need help

Like if he notices you don’t have a stretching partner? He gotchu

Struggling to understand why you’re messing up a specific part of a song? He’ll sit next to you and guide you through it regardless of instrument

Transposing master

Is the reason the concert band kiddos understand how transposing works

Like he’ll write on the white board in very neat printing: TRUMPETS/CLARINETS GO UP 1 FULL STEP, ALTO SAXOPHONES DOWN 3 WHOLE STEPS etc.

Makes cheat sheets for all the underclassmen who struggle with key signatures 

At practice during warm up he personally tunes everyone in his section and anyone the other section leaders may have forgotten

He does water jug checks

Where Akaashi just reminds people to drink water Oikawa straight up opens someone’s water jug to make sure they either brought water or have been drinking it

If he suspects someone hasn’t been drinking their water he puts his jug close to theirs and watches them like a hawk while drinking his water

For example:

“Hey Y/N are you making sure to stay hydrated?”

“Y-yes?”

“May I see?” opens your jug to see it's bone dry from not being filled at all “ah here’s the problem! There’s none in here! I’ll be right back!”

And he’s off to fill your jug to the brim

“Here you go! Now make sure you stay hydrated. It's hot out today 😉!”

And he stands there and watches you drink

Like no joke he WILL make sure you do it

AND he checks your jug right after practice to make sure it’s more than half empty

He also makes sure people are wearing their sunscreen

Don’t like sunscreen? Too bad he’s already spraying you with his and then rubbing it in

Sitting alone at lunch/dinner break?

Boom a wild Oikawa appears out of nowhere and sits across from you too

Remember the water jug thing from earlier?

Yeah he does that with food too

Don’t have any food? He’s grabbing something from the vending machine

Don't even try to think of paying him back for it

He wants to make sure everyone is happy and healthy!

Don’t have any friends? He’s inviting you over to his normal table and smoothly integrating you into the conversation

He also really cares about people especially when something happens (ie someone passes out on the field

He always is the one to carry them to shade and sit with them for a while while they recover and he makes sure they rest before going back out there again

He also likes hugging people in his section randomly with no warning

[[[Ye imma have to make this it’s own thing…]]]

Iwaizumi

Brass captain 

1st chair tuba overall

Wants to strangle Nishinoya, Tanaka, Matsukawa, Hanamaki, Atsumu, and Hinata like all the time for fucking things up all the time

He glares at Atsumu all the time at leader meetings as if to say ‘don’t you say a fucking word unless it’s absolutely necessary”

Runs the after school extra sectionals for anyone who needs it

Gets Oikawa to help with the woodwinds because he knows more about that than he does

Had to tell Lev several times to stop trying to blow without buzzing his lips

And as much as some of the people in his own section gets on his nerves he loves ‘em all like brothers

Has to scare Hinata into not overblowing and passing out (this causes him to faint anyway but Iwa’s trying his best)

Even if you’re not in brass he’s always willing to help with pushing props

Literally doesn’t matter if he’s got somewhere to be 

He’s gonna help

He hates watching people be ditched by the other people who are on that prop with them

He WILL ask you who else is supposed to help you with the prop and pressures you into giving their names and sections and reporting them to their leaders/captains respectively

Bari-sax player ditching you? He’s already texting Yaku, Kenma, and Oikawa

Someone who’s a snare supposed to help you? Too late he’s already texting Suna and Kyotani 

Doesn’t matter how much you protest he’s gonna report them

Brass kid ditch you? Uh-oh. If it’s a tuba they’re in mega trouble with him. If it’s any other section he tell their leaders.

Hell it’s the only time Noya makes people run

Refuse to run your laps because you were being stupid? Hes literally chasing you while you chase Noya who’s got ur instrument

Mofo does NOT mess around

Not kidding 

But if you need help he’s gotchu

Also checks in on his peeps to make sure they’re taking care of themselves

But is more aggressive and direct about it

In a loving way of course

Didn’t bring water to practice in your jug because you think water is for the weak? Next time you come back for a water break he’s shoving it into your hands and telling you to drink until he tells you to stop

[[[Stg imma make his own too]]]

Hanamaki

5th chair tuba overall

He and Mattsun are always doing some kind of degen bullshit

He and Mattsun vandalized the guard room

They almost got away with it

If it wasn’t for Kyotani catching them in the act and caught them red handed doing it

Is pretty good and doesn’t try too hard

Doesn’t go all out until he's improving for visual stuff

Does the weirdest shit for visual stuff too

You’d think having a sousa/contra would deter him from being able to do a lot

But he can do a lot

Once put his foot on Hinata’s shoulder during a show and no it did not end well for him

Iwa ended up hitting him with a chair he was so fucking mad

He’s Fukunaga’s most frequent buyer

Seriously he’s made bank of of Makki and Mattsun

Matsukawa

Speaking of Mattsun

6th chair tuba overall 

Is the mastermind of all the degen bullshit

Bribes Makki into joining him

Steals Lev’s mouthpiece just for shits and giggles 

Sends memes to Makki during Symphonic band all the time

And Makki reciprocates

They also clown on Tanaka in the Symphonic tuba chat since there's like 10 of them in there

Also is a frequent buyer from Fukunaga

Is the reason Makki can still buy from him

Well and he also sells valve oil at a weirdly small markup

But he still makes bank from it

Pranked lev by putting fiberglass polish instead of silver brass polish in his polish so his tuba is a weird white color and he has to scramble with Asahi to fix it

He’s really good at making it look like Nishinoya or Tanaka did all the pranks for some reason

Sometimes Iwa catches on and busts his ass for it

Also Rickrolled the whole class by proxy just by Rickrolling the band teacher during the middle of class

Once stole Kyotani’s drumsticks and ended up getting hit with a snare drum harness

Kyotani

Snare section leader

Is scary as fuck to EVERYONE

Only Suna isn’t scared of him bc of all the blackmail content he’s got on the bastard

Is CONSTANTLY making people in his section run for disrespecting him

Makes up for his shitty attitude and behavior with how good he is

Not just playing either

His sticktricks are fucking GOD TIER

Makes Terushima look like a noob

The only snare player who understands how the fuck dynamics work

Got mad at a colorguard girl for stealing his stick tape

Got back at her by stealing all of her tapes

Tries not to interact with anyone at leader meetings 

Gets roped into leader bonding activities with a bunch of eccentric wind leaders for some reason

Always is practicing subconsciously

Doesn’t matter where he is

He always is

He also leads by example

Except for getting into fights at competitions 

Then its an issue

Yahaba

Alto sax scrub

Alto sax scrub

Alto sax scrub

Alto sax scrub

Alto sax scrub

Seriously he is the definition of the alto sax player being a dick stereotype

Thinks he’s all that when in reality he's in the lower middle chair area in symphonic

Tries to one up people and fails hilariously

Tries to challenge people and fails all the time

Fukunaga tells him he needs to stop doing that because it’s wasting people’s time

Is always being made to run by Fukunaga (and Oikawa if he enlists his help)

Tries to act like he’s better than people

Tries to form cliques and fails 

Only ends up making friends with all the tom players who think they’re all super stars

Watari

Bass drum player

In Between mediocre and really good

Feels like it’s nothing to write home about 

Is probs the most humble person in the entire battery squad

Pleasant

Helpful

Quiet

And he performs well

And thats all there is to it

Kindaichi

Clarinet

As mentioned earlier he’s a clarinet and takes joy in being a higher chair than Kageyama

He does his best and is always praised for his efforts

He even once got a “good job” from Oikawa during his concert band class

Always has TonalEnergy open on his phone

Kunimi

Clarinet

Always on his phone

But still a higher chair than Kageyama

Really kinda blends in and that’s all he wants

Never causes a ruckus

And all the leaders are thankful for that

SHIRATORIZAWA

Ushijima

Trumpet section leader

Constantly bugs Oikawa with the same phrase over and over again:

“You should have become a trumpet. We could have been a good duo”

This of course pisses Oikawa off to no end 

And what does Oikawa do since he’s in a higher power than Ushijima?

That’s right

He makes his large ass run 2 laps

And then Daichi makes him run for abuse of power

He still thinks it was worth it

Hinata looks up to him and wants to be better than him one day

He could honestly care less at that point

Tendou

Tenor saxophone section leader 

Best section leader anyone could ask for 

Good at what he does

Fun

Nice

Helpful

Fucking loves playing “Careless Whisper” at fff near Semi

Always makes weird faces while playing it

1st chair in wind

Constantly is sending memes back and forth with Mattsun and Makki during class when he doesn’t have to play

Has like 15 squad shirts for some reason

So if an underclassmen ever needs one he pipes up with “I have an extra!” it might be big on them tho

Is like super chill about people having to not practice or even being late

Unless you show up like an hour late 

Then he gets mad

And he makes you run 3 laps around the field

But anyway

He knows how to play EVERY SINGLE ANIME OPENING EVER

No one knows how

But if anyone ever wants any or any popular music he’s already got the score he wrote for it

Because this motherfucker of course has perfect and absolute pitch

He don’t need a fucking tuner to know if he or someone else is out of line tune wise

He also gets bothered if someone is out of tune even by .2 cents

Hell he went bonkers after hearing Yahaba being 10 cents flat for more than half of the practice

The look on his face could be confused for murderous

Kept glaring at Yahaba and this cocky fuck only smirked at him

Hell Oikawa was getting concerned so he just made him run until he finally agreed to tune his instrument properly

Other than that he’s really sweet to everyone 

He always makes sure his underclassmen are ok

Like if you trip while running and get injured he’s gonna carry you over to the Cripple Tent(™) 

Even if you protest he’s gonna do it

Is the only person who can deal with first years who were stupid enough to drink milk before practice and then puke all over the field

Is always used as an example of someone who has perfect marching technique

Hell the coaches asked him to go around and help his peers perfect their technique as well

If you were someone who struggled with something and finally got it he would reward you with something small as a good job

Semi

Mellophone section leader

Is the strictest motherfucker you’ve ever seen 

Like makes his whole section run before and after practice

Makes em run double before and after practice on top of extra laps should they fuck up

Doesn’t take any jokes 

Seriously one time Goshiki made a joke about how mello mouth pieces don’t make as good kazoos as trumpet mouth pieces and holy fuck Semi just went into dictator mode and fucking yelled him that he needed to run a lap right at that second for being disrespectful

Other than business he’s kinda chill

People only like him on beach day and bus rides to comps or festivals

Everyone likes chill Semi

No one dares to make Semi mad when he is finally being chill

They just want that to last tbh

Shirabu

Assistant Mellophone section leader

Is calm and chill all the time

So imagine what it’s like when everyone is approaching Shirabu and not Semi for their inquiries about anything ranging from music to academics

He is always the guy to bring the drinks to brass parties

He also for some reason has a bunch of euph players who have adopted him as their newest resident introvert

Doesn’t really speak just does his stuff and hopes people will follow suit

Goshiki

Trumpet bby

Easy

He’s always trying to get praise from Ushijima and never does

Sometimes he just gets praise from Hinata and maybe Shirabu

He’s got a very friendly productive rivalry with Hinata so they both can get better

Hinata can hit an enormously high screamer note and have it sound good for some reason which Goshiki hopes to be able to beat but continues to faint when he tries

Always is boasting about how someday he’s gonna be trumpet section leader or brass captain

He once got praise from Atsumu and fucking fainted and fell backwards stiff as a board to the ground

Atsumu started doing it more often because of Goshiki’s reaction

He miraculously never got hurt from any of these incidents

INARIZAKI

Atsumu

Assistant trumpet section leader

Almost always gets screamer notes even if he didn’t ask for it

Brags to Osamu about it all the fucking time 

They both fight all the fucking time on the field 

It’s the only time they get to see Osamu lose his chill

These always end with both twins getting knocked out and someone needing to watch over their injured asses

Does not shut the fuck up at leader meetings about how strong and good his section is

He always gets sent out of the room by Daichi until he promises to shut up and only speak when asked a question

Always has guard girls dating him like a fucking revolving door (the only one he couldn’t get was Yachi 🙃)

Only likes helping the girl trumpets in hopes he gets a date

Will help Hinata only because the smol ginger grew on him and he’s genuinely impressed with Hinata’s screamer and overall progress

Always tries to joust using the plume on his head at shows

His jousting partner is almost always Nishinoya despite the height difference

Always throws the brass parties

Is the most wild one there no matter what the circumstances are

Doesn’t matter if ‘Samu is home he’s just gonna practice screamers or be extra loud during parties so he can’t practice

Osamu

Speaking of Osamu…

Flute section leader

2nd chair in wind 

Is always very helpful in a straightforward way with stuff

Before football games he makes the whole section dinner complete with dessert

He makes some for Akaashi too because in his mind it’s “once a flute always a flute”

Like I’m talking individual packed meals that are warm, delicious, and personalized

He knows what people like because he asked everyone as kind of an icebreaker to help him get to know everyone a little bit 

If a flute doesn’t show up to these bonding dinners but is nearby he will personally go and sit with them and make them eat as well as talk to him so they don’t feel awkward and aren’t starving themselves for any reason

Seriously if this dude finds out one of his sectionmates has an eating disorder you bet your ass he will personally spoon feed your food to you

And if you didn’t bring food and he finds out he’s giving you half of his enormous meal

And from that day on he brings those people nutritious meals that won’t make them self-conscious

If you don’t like being put on the spot during sectionals he won’t force you to play the part in questions for your peers 

He’ll just pull you aside separately and turn around so you feel more comfortable playing the excerpt for him so he can see where you are in progress with the show music

Has the section do death block

Not for a super long time but he does it to help everyone get better 

And if you don’t have a partner during death block he will personally be your partner

He also goes and checks on concert band students to make sure they are doing ok and sits with his sectionmates during school at lunch too 

Good home boi

Always has section bonding activities that aren’t always band related

He likes also making care-packages for everyone before competitions and for holidays and birthdays too

Kita

Drum Major

Daichi’s right hand man to be more specific

Is first chair baritone in wind

He checks on every section including colorguard throughout the music block everyday 

He does this just to check in and make sure they have a water break and likes watching people grow

Helps conduct if anyone needs it 

The poor euphs always need it because both leaders can’t keep hand time for shit

Gives the best pep talks 

Always helps mark the field

Stays until literally everyone finally goes home from practice

Kicks Oikawa out of the practice rooms frequently so they both can get some sleep

Checks in randomly with sections while on the field and talking with people

Suna

Battery captain

Plays quads

Is the smoothest chill motherfucker you’ll meet

Does his best to keep his morons in line and not cause too much trouble

Has blackmail on the twins going back several years up to that point 

Constantly is correcting people’s stick positions

Doesn’t really go super above and beyond cause honestly he does not give a fuck

Shows his love and appreciation through sending memes 

Never talks at meetings 

Is very lax and laid back

Which makes people respect him and therefore try their best which ultimately leads them to being the best drumline in the country

Seriously he is like a magician

Just…O_o

Took his shirt off at practice once to be a madlad and threw it at Terushima’s face

He did this while having the most indifferent and stoic facial expression known to man and that made Terushima shit his pants right then right there

Will not care if you’re late

Cares if you’re late and manage to suck

Then he finds his…special unconventional way of getting back at you

He sits on you and he won’t get up until you can do one push-up with him on you

Or

Or

He will make you do 50 sit-ups and count them while he tickles the ever loving shit out of you just straight faced

JOHZENJI

Terushima

Toms section leader

Has good stick tricks 

Is chaotic as all fuck

Is scared of Suna and Suna only until he meets Iwa for the first time

Acts like an idiot during practice so Daichi makes him run to make him lose steam and be more calm

Yeah that's really it for him

ITACHIYAMA

Sakusa

Bass drum section leader

Makes everyone deep clean their drums as well as their sticks at least 3 times a week 

Makes them wear masks on the bus to competitions and back

Be on time or so help him god you won’t feel your legs for a week you’ll end up running that much

Real stickler on grades too 

Like bitch you better be getting a 3.0 or higher or he’s gonna kick your ass

Or get Suna to do it for him if he’s feeling lazy or he thinks you’re gross

Definitely do not want the latter

Gets along well with other leaders so long as it isn’t Atsumu and his constant boasting about his greatness or other shit

Decent leader though

Everyone in his section always is well behaved and is always perfectly in sync

Komori

Pit captain

Very lax and nice 

Very lenient on a lot of stuff

Not much else really

[topsyturvy-turtely]

Fluffbruary with turtely

Day 10

[day 9] [day 11]

prompts (from day 9!): ghost | fireplace | harmony by @fluffbruary <3

fandom: BBC Sherlock

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a 221b

Harmony. I’ve always associated this word with music. 'The simultaneous combination of tones, especially when blended into chords pleasing to the ear; chordal structure, as distinguished from melody and rhythm.', is the dictionary's definition for it. Harmony has always been important to me. Letting the bow glide over my violin... a melody filling the room... it's a beautiful thing.

Sometimes I provoked harmony of course, but that's a different story.

But oh, this. Us. Him sitting across from me; tea in his hands, hair almost white by now, his face being an artwork of wrinkles, a book in his lap, a content smile shining at me, when he looks up with those deep blue eyes, that could compete with the sky and the ocean - and win.

The fireplace crackling beside us, me lost in my thoughts. Less in cases, murder and in general mayhem - more in this cottage in the country, with my bees in the backyard, with John's published novels on the shelves, us in trusted twosomeness now.

The ghosts of our past that used to haunt us, long gone. Knowing that I will fall asleep next to him, with him whispering three little words in my ear.

That is what I call harmony now: the crackling fireplace, Rosie's postcards on the fridge, being old together, him and me, blessed.

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A/N: my very first 221b!!! happy to hear feedback of course! 🐢

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