#the the shouyou birth line

[soppymilkgin]

i need to lay down. in a pool of lava

[joelletwo]

notes on TIME. themselves now benoted and referenced out appropriately. much of them just banger quotes from the essay

kintoki (tokiko) (placeholder thought during the swords intro that inherently set up a link between time and castration to me bc i have spent weeks thinking about the meaning of kintoki as the noncastrated ideal/the imposter as such as his prosthetic appearance in mantama) (u may notice thats the same youtuber who did the Comedy video i linked ages ago. i have been getting much mileage out of him.) sword castration - "dispossession disrupts temporality."

takasugicentrism "Takasugi is driving the time loop." (i did talk about this in the tags.)

(everyone else finds ways to move on but gintoki hates to leave ppl behind.

does gintoki respect ppls agency. yes with otose shouyou takasugi. no with all his antagonists and other ppl who want to die? <- still unsure

gintoki simultaneously the witnesserrrrrrr (unacting observer or unflinching observer past where action can help him save someone) and the forgetterrrrrr (sop animation) gintoki doesnt have goals of his own (didnt fight to protect the country but everywhere his sword reaches is his country) (literally just vibing) (this one written at the end of the essay but i was still trying to do the same thing as this section. figure out the gintoki-side of why utsuro-sugi fill the other driving half of the manga. why are they that for him. what ARE gintokis motivations. and do we EVER see his interiority.)

progress/movement in personal time needs personal integration.

(divisibility disproves infinity of personal time; indivisibility in kile ouroboros sense of a perfectly integrated I = noncastrated impossible ideal of infinite personal time?) (post-note: perfectly integrated and indivisible and questionably possible I = line?)

(utsuro resists (could hyperlink the kintoki post again) integration/external impregnation; flip side, shouyou welcomes impregnation but cannot satisfyingly access its results; psychoanal mother 0-1 (from this video)? more gintama preoccupation w the possibility of mtf transitioning?))

when it is fished (unwillingly, I think) out of Takasugi’s eyelid. narrative time cannot move until Takasugi’s eye becomes Gintoki’s sword

(gintoki/takasugi pov [later swapped with shouyou/utsuro pov]) (again my eternal question. why do we get takasugi pov thoughts so many times. and do we ever get gintokis. and what the hell does that mean (evil things). i dont remember what i mean about shouyoutsuro. thinking that any time we see shouyou outside of a shouka sonjuku flashback is more about what utsuro thinks about shouyou than about shouyou? definitely about the final swapping and their weird four-way identity crisis math thing)

Thus half of the loop is about Gintoki always standing up again, always waiting for Takasugi to face him, and the other half of the loop, that is, its motivation, is about Takasugi working up the guts, or whatever he does throughout the series, to finally come at Gintoki* face to face. Gintama doesn’t actually timeskip until Gintoki kills Utsuro in silver soul. Birthing time looks like an escape from the time loop.

(ouro self-fertilization = the way out of ouro [THEORETICALLY])

(cyclical time is measurable -> iterable/buildable)

[koizumi time diagram (not the post but the comment)] <- not actually useful here just my landmark for characters engaging with their own story's fucked up experience of time and getting fun and mathy with it. nonperfectly coherent/stable timeloop with two phases self-satisfiedly diagrams out to linear time briefly intersected by an infinity sign which ive always wanted to use as a model for mapping out more complicated time stories

narrative time twists into defeatist cycles intentionality versus ruination, “I” as capable actor versus “I” as acted upon I cannot act, and yet it acts on me. My despair at the exterior world which rivets me to itself quickly translates to despair in, at, my self. his loss is even more infinite for the narrowness of its scope mathematically irrational (x(sin(1/x))) <- WHOA

part where i basically stopped taking notes and enjoyed the ride lol

(sakamoto "hope" argument -> i have used sakamoto before (very very ending letter monologue abt miracles) as the mouthpiece for gintama merging two paradoxical ideas (idealist pov and materialist pov) to reinforce each other rather than to disprove)

[sa-suga]

the blooming, bloody sun | iii.

∟ hinata shouyou x f!reader, brother!kageyama tobio | angst, fluff, royalty and deity AU

warnings: sexism, language, canon divergence from kageyama's family, oc inserts for minor characters

chapter word count: 3.27k

masterlist | series masterlist

summary: your people don’t want a queen; they want a king, and a god who can help them win the war. you give them both. in exchange, you wear the kingdom’s finest silks and thread your hair with heavy pearls, and you give to the god the last thing you have to give: yourself.

prologue | i. beasts of burden | ii. boy in the dark | iii. little deaths | iv. the boy king | v. you were a child | bonus. what i am is yours

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There’s a darkness next to the God, and even from a distance, it sends chills down your spine. 

It’s a darkness that’s alive - the nausea in the pit of your stomach only grows with every pound of your mare’s hooves on the cracked earth bringing you closer. Its body, tar-like, boils and pops with pestilence.

Then the darkness raises an impossibly long arm against the God, bringing it down in a blur, and you can’t help the call that rips itself from your lips. 

“Hinata-sama!”

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“Mortal,” the Sun God hisses, hand a vice around the neck of Arbor’s King, “what did you contract?” You watch helplessly as the King of Arbor is lifted above the ground, choking for breath as he struggles. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Hinata’s eyes glint dangerously, a sun a breath before noon, a flame about to reach its white-hot peak. 

The light coalesces where he stands, and you shiver as the skies darken-

- No, not darken, that’s too mild, too passive a word. It feels more as though the Sun God is drawing all the light to him, leaving an empty void in its wake. 

Kiyoko has a tight grip on your arm, and Kindaichi has planted himself before Tobio, who tears his gaze away from the battlefield to level a glare at the knight. “What,” your brother grits out, eyes flashing like the promise of lightning lurking behind thunder clouds, “do you think you’re doing?”

Kindaichi rolls his eyes, and when he next speaks his words are dripping with mockery. “Respectfully stopping you from ruining what Her Highness worked so hard for.”

“It was ruined the moment we decided to rely on a God,” Tobio snaps, and the word, God, falls from his tongue like filth from a newly polished shoe. “It was foolish to place our hopes on someone else-”

You can tell that Tobio’s about to follow with something more scathing, likely blasphemous, but he’s cut off by Kiyoko.

“Don’t,” she warns, and with that knowing edge to her voice, she could be talking to you as much as she is to Tobio. Narrowed eyes survey the chaos before you, “is this not what we wanted?” 

(They’re Sol’s enemy, you remind yourself. 

A distance away, Arbor’s knights fling lances and swords at the God. It’s futile, and they must know it too - the weapons ricochet upon touching the light that envelopes Hinata like a shroud.

This is war. Before your wide eyes, a soldier is skewered by his own sword. 

You’re drowning; the panic rises through your lungs and you can’t keep the ship afloat with your torn sails, with the hole in your sinking hull.

Isn’t this what you wanted? A voice repeats, mocking and childish in a way unlike Kiyoko’s.)

No, you think, as you watch Arbor’s King wheeze for breath, as you glimpse the cruel twist to Hinata’s lips as he tightens his grip, enough to torment but not to kill, not like this. 

The King’s lips move in what is likely a desperate plea - you’re too far away and it’s too soft for you to hear.

Hinata tuts disappointedly. 

“You don’t know,” the God parrots, sneering, “Of course, you mortals don’t care as long as you have power, don’t you?” 

It’s not a pretty sight - a God playing with a King, gleeful and manic like the palace cats batting at the tails of mice caught in the traps. 

It’s cruel, it’s the clinical slide of metal through your flesh, glancing bone. You want to look away, but you can’t - and that’s how you notice him. 

A brown-haired man of middling stature stands a ways from the main party. 

He doesn’t stand out the way Noya does, with readiness and power bursting in a body too young to contain it; and he doesn’t draw your eye the way that Kiyoko or Tsukishima do, with their easy grace and fluid strength. 

In fact, it’s not even him that you first see - the light bends and catches the glint of a green gem nestled in the ear of the knight by his side. 

The man isn’t a knight, that much is clear. His weapon is ornate, a gilded, jewel-encrusted hilt peeking from an engraved scabbard. A show of power. He knows any attempt will never reach him, not as long as his knight remains by his side.

(His knight reminds you of Kiyoko, if Kiyoko didn’t hide her defiance behind her quiet.)

The man - Shirabu Kenjirou, a voice in your mind that sounds suspiciously like Sugawara’s supplies, the Crown Prince of Arbor - is watching the impending death of his father almost dispassionately. The only hint that belies the conflict that he must be feeling is the way his fists are clenched by his sides, his shoulders tensed all the way to his ears.

There’s no cruelty in what you can see of his face, no thirst for the throne suddenly within reach. All there is is a slight sadness, a weeping wistfulness - a weary acceptance. 

“No matter,” Hinata says, and you tear your eyes away from the Crown Prince. The Sun God is smiling, but it’s all wrong - unnervingly wide, a mouth stretched full of sparkling white teeth, “you will die here, after the abomination you summoned.” 

He leans forward. The sound of shattering glass echoes through your mind as a silent presence grasps your neck, slowly squeezing the breath from your lungs, as if it’s your throat that Hinata’s hand is wrapped around. 

It’s suffocating, an intangible mess of blazing flames and the flickering of oil lamps in the wind. A parade of dancing fireflies blink intermittently in-and-out, in-and-out before your eyes. There’s an acrid blend of sage and heat on your tongue, your skin tingling almost painfully at the charged air.

(You feel afraid in a way you have never been before, even when you’d stared a God down in his own temple with nothing more than a dagger and your words.) 

“Hinata-sama,” the name leaves your lips as nothing more than a horrified, pleading, whisper, but the God in question hears it anyway.

He turns. 

You blink and the King of Arbor is falling to the dusty earth. Twisted neck, eyes blown wide. 

Hinata appears before you - an apparition in broad day, a ghastly phantom whose shadows are as dark as the burn of the midday sun is blinding. 

His eyes are brighter than anything you’ve ever seen. The fury of a thousand suns, they flay you alive the way the afternoon sun blisters the stalks of the wheat in the fields. 

Kiyoko moves.

Hinata is faster.

The ground beneath your feet falls away.

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You stagger when you feel yourself dropped unceremoniously. The marble you’re stood on is cracked, ridden with ivy and weeds. 

“Princess of Sol,” a voice behind you says, and you tear your gaze from the familiar crumbling columns, whirling around with a hand reaching for the dagger concealed beneath your cloak. 

Deja vu washes over you like waves over a shell, prone on a shore. Hinata regards you through narrowed, kohl-lined eyes, close enough to touch. 

(Close enough to burn.)

You keep your hand on the handle of your dagger. 

“Hinata-sama,” you say carefully, “is something the matter?” 

The God smiles, and the air twists and sharpens. Mottled sunlight becomes a midday sun, writhing in summer throes, and a buzzing noise rings incessantly in your ears. The shadows lengthen and darken into pillars of inky blackness, edging in on the sweltering circle of light that you’re standing just within of. 

“You were almost Queen,” the Sun God says, and the buzzing intensifies, volume rising like a swarm of locusts on the horizon, “perhaps you knew.”

Humidity hangs from your shoulders and clings to your skin. You inhale and the weight crushes you, pounding you into the dark, hungry cracks in the ground like the final nail in a coffin. 

You exhale, shaky. 

“I’m not sure I understand what you mean,” you struggle to keep your eyes on his, forcing yourself to let go of your dagger. You’re no trained knight like Kiyoko, no genius like Tobio - and even they would be hard-pressed against a literal God. The only thing you have are your words.

Oddly, it’s this thought that calms you - you can work with that. You’ve had years of practice, after all. 

Slowly, as if approaching a rabid animal, you draw your hands out of your cloak and spread them the way you had just a week ago. “All I knew was that Arbor’s King had contracted a God, as all the men from the front had reported.”

When Hinata says nothing, you dare to add, “But that wasn’t a God, was it?” 

The God’s smile widens at that, even as his eyes darken to a warning flare. “No,” he agrees after a pause that stretches just a little too long for you to be comfortable, “it wasn’t.”

Tiny particles of dust hang stagnant among the tall shadows that the all-too-still sun casts upon the floor. You wait for an eternity, frozen even as a new universe bursts into being all around you, birthed from the heat. 

“It was a daemon,” the Sun God finally continues, “a poor imitation of a great evil.” He stops, raking his eyes down your figure in search of something. 

You don’t know if he finds whatever it is he was looking for. 

“Tell me, what do you know of your first King?”

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There is something about the mortal woman that intrigues him.

Her stunt in the temple had been amusing, but more interesting still is the fact that she is likely the messenger that that diviner - what had been his name? - had told him of a civilization ago.

A bloodline of halted flight, a man with eyes like delphiniums so soaked through with blood they’re almost black - or a deep, deep blue - says. Wings thin as a needle, blade-bright.

The Sun God had been fond of the diviner, fonder still of his best friend, lover, whatever they had called themselves - mortals are endlessly captivating; he will never understand how they can bear to dance around each other the way they are apt to do. As if their lives are not already short enough.

A herald, the man - Akaashi Keiji, yes, that had been his name - warns. Of a disaster long past, of a catastrophe a civilization in the making.

The God hadn’t paid much attention, then. He had asked after the disaster, the one closest, the one that had yet to pass.

(Akaashi hadn’t been able to see it. Perhaps he hadn’t wanted to.

Divination is intent, after all.)

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Tobio is livid when you’re finally returned to the palace. 

You nod at Iwaizumi in thanks when he appears in the doorway of your room, the door thrown open carelessly in Tobio’s wake; there is no other who could have persuaded him to return from the battlefield without you. 

“What did he do?” Your brother seethes for the fifth time since he’d barged into your quarters. His hands tighten on your arms, and you fight to keep the wince off your face as you bring your hands up to hold him by his shoulders.

“Hinata-sama,” you start, knowing you’ll have to be careful with what you say, “called me away to discuss the matter of our bargain, considering that the abomination he killed wasn’t a God, as we had believed.”

Tobio scowls, hair a dark veil brushing his eyes. “He took you away,” he snarls, “for a day and a half.”

It’s clear he’s not listening to you, and you sigh.

“Tobio,” you say, and this time there’s enough steel in your voice to shake your brother out of another rage-induced stupor, “you trust me to handle myself, don’t you?” The question you speak more gently, a coaxing truth rather than a barb you might have thrown at Takayuki. 

“You know I do,” he snaps, though it’s a little more tame, “it’s Hinata I don’t trust.”

“Hinata-sama,” you correct absentmindedly, “and he’s not-”

He’s not that bad, you’d been about to say. A day ago, you might have. 

Now, you do not make the mistake of forgetting that despite all seeming appearances, Hinata is, irrefutably and unforgivably, a God. It would do you well to remember the difference.

“He’s a God,” you amend, “and he is as much bound by our bargain as I am. His words promise us no harm.”

This much you are certain. All the old texts speak of the Gods as prideful and vain; such a being would not go back on their words. To lie and to defer from a vow is innately human, after all, and for all that the Gods may be amused by humanity’s whims, it is certainly beneath them to act the same.

Tobio nods, short and skeptical. You know that this is the best you’re likely to get from him. 

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Hinata does not, in fact, spirit you away like you had been expecting.

(You hadn’t expected to still be alive, if you’re being honest. When you’d walked into that temple, you’d expected to leave with the equivalent of a death sentence.)

He does, however, move into the palace. 

Or, you think, feeling your eyebrow twitch as you look at the God, sprawled on your bed like a painting, perhaps it’s more fitting to say that he’s taken to popping into your quarters at the oddest of hours. 

“Hinata-sama,” you try not to sigh too audibly, “is there something you need?”

(Eyes flashing like gold coins at the bottom of a fountain, shimmering like a mirage in the presence of a heat so potent it’s visible. A Sun God with history’s reeking flesh between his bared teeth.)

“The buns are delicious,” Hinata says, feet still swinging carelessly, “but Miyagi’s were better.” He sounds unbearably disappointed, face screwed into a frown. You have to remind yourself that he’s eons older than what he appears. 

“I would put in a request for buns from Arce,” you say diplomatically, “but I’m afraid that the citizens are still busy with the reconstruction of their cities and homes. It was the front of the war for quite a while, after all.”

The God hums non-committedly. 

He’s lying with his stomach on the satin sheets, some scroll from the Royal Archives laid out on your bed for his amused scrutiny. The light through the window ripples across the toned muscle of his back in a dappled river. 

“Oh,” he says, and there’s something knowing in his tone, and past experience has you moving closer, “you got this part wrong.” Hinata points at a line, and you lean in to get a closer look. 

It’s a text about the civilization that had existed before Sol. 

“The Diviner of the Eastern Coast,” Hinata explains, “wasn’t a nomad, like so many of you seem to believe. He led the battle in several territorial skirmishes.”

Something passes over the God’s face, too swift for you to examine. If he were human, you would have said it looked like nostalgia. 

“Akaashi’s skill with the bow was unparalleled,” he continues, and with the way he puffs his chest out a little, it sounds almost like a boast, “his leadership, too. Fukurodani in its early days would have fallen apart, without him.” The Sun God laughs, and this time there’s no mistaking the twinge of sadness in it. 

It takes you by surprise. 

You wonder if he knew the man. He certainly speaks the name too fondly. 

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She’s sparring again. 

Hinata watches, sheltered in the shadow, as the rapier in her hand is once again knocked aside easily by her knight. Her brother is nowhere in sight. 

He’s not particularly interested in the politics of it, but he knows that the second-born is likely still in the vulture’s roost. Sol’s advisors to the throne have been keeping him behind closed doors, and Hinata doesn’t need to be the God of War to feel the mew King’s growing impatience and restlessness. 

Though, he muses, as the former Crown Princess of Sol accepts her knight’s hand, it’s not like Osamu would bother with these petty mortals, with his twin around and wreaking havoc. 

His attention is drawn back to the fight - now resumed - before him when there’s a sudden clang. It reverberates throughout the empty training grounds, like the old bell in the dead center of a civilization long gone. 

Her rapier is poised, her feet planted and arms strong. It takes him a whole of a second to realize that she’d managed to glance the blow of her knight’s broadsword off the back of her rapier. 

(In his not-memory, he has never held a broadsword. Not-him had been too small, too weak, if only he were bigger, taller.)

Hinata is smiling before he realizes it. 

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“Tell me, what do you know of your first King?”

The Sun God smiles. He is certain that the mortal is unaware of what had truly come to pass, all those centuries ago. 

He has not been awake for long, but he has seen enough to know that the mortals have not changed in the years he had spent asleep. 

(Recuperating. Even Gods can be weakened. 

From what? What had he - what had they been-)

The Princess of Sol frowns, a reflex, and he marvels at the way her brow smooths over a second after once she’d realized. 

(You can hide nothing from a God. 

It will always, always come to light.)

“The texts said that the first King of Sol killed the Sun God,” she says carefully, and he can barely restrain his laughter, “but,” she continues, sweeping his eyes up-and-down his form, “it appears that that was false.”

(Of course it’s false. You can hide nothing from a God - not a mistake, a misstep, a vow. 

But mortals still try.) 

The Sun God looks down at this mortal, this wretched messenger, this queen usurped by her own brother. His smile widens. 

(Poor child, to have her birthright stolen-

It could be worse. At least she is not Chosen. 

Fate is never kind to those that it has taken a liking to.)

“It was false,” he agrees, and her eyes tighten at the corners, “as you can see, the Sun God still exists.” He gestures at himself. “But in every myth there is a grain of truth, in every legend there was first a man.”

“The Sun God did not die; he was not killed.” In his not-memory the not-him is crying with bloodied feet, his hands white-knuckled around a bouquet of flowers. “But to say he lived would only be accurate if Gods could die.”

He knows what she was told - Gods cannot die because they never were. 

Her brows furrow, and he can tell that there is something she yearns to ask.

The Sun God answers her unspoken question. “Gods don’t die, they fade. When the world no longer needs us, we are forgotten, fading into obscurity and losing more of ourselves.” 

His smile takes on an edge. He has not forgotten his ruined temples, the cracked marble pillars with their pitiable inscriptions. “Eventually all we will be are vestiges of what we once were, and after several millenia we will be nothing. We will return to the air and the earth and the closed minds of the mortals who have forgotten us.”

“Then-” the forgotten, former to-be-Queen of Sol starts.

“Gods cannot die,” he repeats, “but mortals can.”

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➳ annex

delphiniums - a flower: according to Greek mythology, the delphinium originated from the blood of the Greek god Aias (or Ajax), a Trojan war hero who was killed during combat

➳ cast (more to be added ;)

shirabu kenjirou: Crown Prince of Arbor

akaashi keiji: Diviner of the Eastern Coast, famed for his accuracy; one of the key members of the Fukurodani company in Sol’s mightiest combat battalion 

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a/n: idk if anyone picked this out from the previous chapter but the bold, italics, bold-and-italics, and all other typography details are important :3

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[ao3feed-daisuga]

Sunshine and the Blue Castle Prince

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by Brilan_Mosyn

Shouyou, eldest son of the Hinata Royal line and the Fae Prince Sugawara Koushi, is being sent to the fae world to fulfill his mother's end of the bargin that resulted in the birth of he and his siblings. Iwaizumi Hajime is a prince of Aoba Johsai and the guard of Crown Prince Oikawa. When he and Oikawa go to retrieve Shoyou, he doesn't expect to find a young man that will light up his world.

Words: 468, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen, M/M

Characters: Hinata Shouyou, Iwaizumi Hajime, Oikawa Tooru, Hinata Shouyou's Mother, Hinata Natsu, Hinata Nyoko-OC, Hanamaki Takahiro, Sawamura Daichi, Sugawara Koushi

Relationships: Hinata Shouyou/Iwaizumi Hajime, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, Hanamaki Takahiro/Matsukawa Issei

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Slow Burn, Fluff, Hinata is a fluffy ball of sunshine, soulmates?, no soulmate marks, Deals with the Fae, author is grasping at straws for these tags, Author Is Sleep Deprived, sometimes, Oh yea, Rarepair, cursing, Beta'd and edited, I don't want to die like a man, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

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[lovlettres-moved]

im p sure the songwriters made a mistake in labelling atsumu's low set theme as "birth of the serene king" and it was actually meant for kageyama, since atsumu already has his own theme titled "miya atsumu" (the one with the bass and the sax). but "birth of the serene king" only plays when the shot is literally focused more on atsumu (the "love" scene and the "i'm flattered shouyou-kun" scene) than it does with kageyama, so it's kind of confusing 😭

yeah i was thinking that too, but when i get the time i will see which themes they played during tobios moment when he brings his hands together, atsumus moment when he gives his "10 fingers are better than 5 fingers" or smth along those lines... ive forgotten. anyways yeah it could be very possible they made a mistake. also i think broken heart sounds very similar to the birth of the serene king so maybe we might have that confused

[dasarontohod]

Episode 23 [Haikyuu!! To the Top S4] Ep.23 [EngSub] on TBS

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[bossladytae]

Audio compilation of Oboro’s voice (only by Inoue Kazuhiko; does not include Yuuki Aoi’s parts for young Oboro) from the Rakuyou arc. Transcription below (taken from Crunchyroll’s translations) of every single line he spoke:

"Even so, what has kept me alive when I should've died long ago is your blood flowing through my body. And the vow I made to you, one I will keep until my body rots away. Utsuro-sama, the enemy is not dead yet. During the operation to mop up the 7th Division, we detected an unknown unit moving around in the chaos. One of them was an experienced Yato fighter. We've received reports that the unit they led was likely comprised of Earthlings. They had a guide. Probably exactly who you think it is.

Sakamoto Tatsuma. He fought in the Joui War with Takasugi and the others. We've received word that a combined fleet with his and Katsura's people has left Earth. They were probably the ones who rescued the remnants of the Kiheitai.

So the one who leaked the information and saved the 7th Division and the Kiheitai really was him. The reason he approached the Harusame Elders and took part in the operation was to save his son? So he, too, is meant to be an obstacle on your path?

I can't let any of you meet up with the survivors of the rebel army. The students of Shouyou will never meet again in this life.

Good job leading them here. The Harusame have started to retreat. You all should leave, too. Hurry up and go. Your survival was unexpected, but the true purpose of this battle lies elsewhere. Compared to that man fulfilling his longstanding desire, what happens to the lives of insects that crawl on the ground doesn't matter. Because I know. That some insects will never give up, flapping their wings until they reach the heavens. I got my wings from the same man, so I know. I don't care either way. I merely wish to remove all obstacles in his way. I will use the last remaining flames of my life to burn your wings away!

Apparently, he thought I was dead, but his blood coursing through my body told me to live and continue to serve him. Having covered up my betrayal, I strove to keep Naraku's fangs away from Sensei. I went against his teachings and didn't hesitate to dirty my hands with blood. I didn't mind, even though I wasn't by his side, if it meant I could protect him and his ideal. That's what I thought...or so I thought. I'm the one who got him captured. 

Even so, I believed he would come back. You and I are the same. We lost our teacher due to our weakness. One swore to never betray him again. The other swore to bring him back, even if it meant having to kill him again. Until the spirit your teacher gave you completely dies out, keep fighting. That's what we…Yoshida Shouyou's students are all about.

Come out. It's time.

I have seen with my own eyes, Sensei, my junior students that I'm so proud of. It dried up, huh? This blood has dried up, at last… Now I can finally go back. It has been so long. But this pain is nothing. Compared to your eternal suffering, my suffering must be no more than the fleeting pain of a needle prick. Hear me, Takasugi. Rather than Utsuro's minion, there's something I must tell you as Yoshida's first student… Just what Yoshida Shouyou… What Utsuro is.

Chopped into pieces, skewered, and burned, he died over and over again. But he came back to life each time, inspiring further fear and animosity. Even though he experienced suffering that would break anyone's spirit, he couldn't disappear. That is why he gave birth, in order to overcome the endless suffering...

Wrestling control of Altana from the Tendoshu's clutches to cause a universal war. That is his goal. Fighters, take down Utsuro. Yoshida Shouyou fought the Utsuro within himself and lost. But his battle gave birth to you. His spirit still lives on. 

Put an end to him, before everything ends. Don't hesitate. Don't be afraid. Fight as your heart wills you to. Since I lost sight of my own spirit, I couldn't fight for Sensei, that man, or for myself. 

If I could do it all over again…I…I…

...I would've loved to be one of you guys...”

[karasunosun]

TsukiHina Royalty AU Backstory

I detailed the royalty au more. @assholeprincetsukishima, please feel free to take Tsukki’s backstory and change it to your liking.

Shouyou

Shouyou is the first born son of the King and Queen. He belongs to the Hinata household, a royal family of the gold and white sun. His father was a kind King who brought peace to the kingdom when he won the crown. Shouyou’s birth was met with joy and celebration as the first born. The castle’s bells rang for hours on end to announce his birth. Without a doubt he was the king’s son with his bright red hair and cheerful smile. Shouyou was raised with the hope that he would never have to fight for his crown. His father worked hard to make peace with their enemies, just to keep him safe. The focus of his studies was more how to rule rather than how to fight. To balance this, others were trained to protect the young ruler. Shouyou has two older half brothers from his mother’s side who became knights in order to protect him. His maternal uncles were already experienced warriors who joined the king’s guard to defend them as well. His two paternal uncles swore an oath to protect him at all costs. He had a strong circle of allies to protect him as he learned and grew.

With his father working hard to make his kingdom safe, Shouyou spent more time with his mother and her family. He learned much from them, especially his maternal grandmother. He loved listening to her stories of family history, love, war, fairy tales or just plain gossip. He always knew that his mother and grandmother were different. Their intuition was incredibly sharp and the things they talked about were strange. The first time he got a close look into their magic, he was about seven years old. His father’s cousin had recently betrayed them and he was sailing to another kingdom to meet with their enemies. His mother was hurt by his betrayal since he had killed her brother and father in cold blood. They didn’t do anything wrong and it hurt. His grandmother took it the hardest since she had lost both a son and a husband. In their grief, Shouyou witnessed them conjuring a storm in hopes of sinking the cousin’s boat. It backfired in the worst possible way and to this day, his mother refuses to talk about it.

Growing up, Shouyou and his family experienced a lot of betrayal. His father’s cousin and middle brother betrayed them to steal the crown. They failed the first time but succeeded the second time with the help of their enemy, the Tsukishima family. Shouyou and his family had to hide in sanctuary twice, especially since his life as the first born was in danger. The people loved the Hinata family and that made the heir a threat to their enemies if they wanted to rule. Once Shouyou’s father defeated his cousin in battle and won the crown once more, the road was still rocky. Shouyou’s father forgave his brother and imprisoned the Tsukishima king until his death. The Tsukishima King’s heir died in battle and his line had ended. The next in line for the Tsukishima family had fled the kingdom and was not considered a threat. Years later, the brother betrayed the King once more and was sentenced to death. After that, there was peace.

Shouyou grew up to be a young strong adult learning about politics, history and diplomacy. His younger sister Natsu also grows up into her early teenage years watching sword fights in awe. Their father gives her a starter sword to practice with, wanting to teach her everything he knows. Meanwhile Shouyou’s mother notices that Shouyou ended up with their affinity instead of Natsu as she expected. She teaches him basics such as scrying and card reading. Despite this, they did not foresee that the King would fall ill shortly after Shouyou’s 20th birthday.

The King was struck with a high fever and kept coughing up blood. Nothing could help him at that point. He passes away a few weeks later but not before preparing everything. He declared that his younger brother will be lord protector for Shouyou. He will take care of the king’s responsibilities until Shouyou can be crowned after a period of mourning. He voiced his regret that he cannot witness what kind of King his son will be but that he was still proud of him. With his passing, chaos began once again.

Kei

Kei is the second born son of the Earl Tsukishima. He belongs to the Tsukishima family, a royal family of the blood red moon. He is the nephew of the Tsukishima king who ruled the kingdom before Shouyou’s father. The king only had one heir, which puts Kei’s older brother Akiteru next in line for the throne and Kei after him. Kei was born after the Hinata king came into power and had his first born son. His family was allowed to keep their lands and titles despite being long time rivals of the Hinata family. The kind king only wanted to make peace with his enemies, which Kei and Akiteru grew up seeing and admiring. Many of their family members wanted to put the old Tsukishima king back in power despite the fact that he was cruel towards his people. Kei grew up surrounded by plots and talks of war within his family. He just wanted the fighting to stop.

He and his brother Akiteru were trained to become knights per their mother’s suggestion. She had hopes that one of her sons could become king one day. Their father used to be a commander and fully trained them himself. The brothers enjoyed learning how to fight but they had no desire to rule.

As the boys grew, the king would petition for them to be part of his son’s court. The king wanted to make peace and wanted to offer the family a position in the court. The boys’ mother refused every offer, not wanting her sons to be affiliated with the young Hinata prince. She felt it would ruin her sons’ chances of ruling under the Tsukishima family. The Tsukishima king was still out there; his family was waiting for the right moment to strike back for the crown. The boys grew up strong, safely in their lands until Akiteru became of age. Then he left home and accepted the king’s offer to be a part of his court.

The Tsukishima family did not take the ‘betrayal’ well. Kei himself was conflicted. Akiteru didn’t tell him he was going to do this and leave him alone at home. At the same time, he was jealous. He wished he could leave and join the court as well. He’s heard a lot about the royal court and of the young prince his age. He’s always been intrigued about the royal family who brought peace and won the love of the people. With Akiteru gone, Kei realizes that now their mother is going to put all her hopes of her son being king on him. At first he ignores Akiteru’s letters and gifts until he slowly forgives him over the years.

The first time Kei goes to the castle is when the Tsukishima king stole back the crown with the help of the Hinata king’s brother and cousin. The royal family had fled to sanctuary while the Hinata king left to seek help from allies. Despite the castle’s beauty, the environment was strange. The court members were somber at the Tsukishima king’s return. Kei went with his parents to visit and meet his uncle the king for the first and last time. The king blessed him and named him his heir. His own son died in the battle to win the crown and had no more heirs. He names Kei as his successor and heir since Akiteru is now loyal to the Hinata family. Kei had hoped to see his brother during his visit but Akiteru was gone, protecting the royal family he believes is true.

Not long after, the Hinata king comes back ready to battle. His allies consisted of noblemen, common folk and soldiers from neighboring kingdoms. His own brother who betrayed him came back to fight with him, admitting his own foolishness and wanting redemption. Hinata’s father defeats the Tsukishima king in battle and wins his crown once more. His cousin dies in battle, his brother’s titles are restored and the Tsukishima king is imprisoned in the tower until his death. Kei was now the next in line for their family. Kei’s mother makes a difficult decision and sends her son Kei away with his father to allies in a neighboring kingdom. He is to train and raise an army there in hopes of winning the crown once he’s older. His mother stays and makes another difficult decision. She swallows her pride and accepts the offer to be a part of the Queen Hinata’s court. It gives her the opportunity to spy on the royal family for her son.

Kei spent years in exile in another kingdom; training, learning and gaining allies for his cause. He comes of age strong but hesitant. He never forgot about his home and how kind the royal family was. He admired how they ruled the kingdom, doing everything for the people and bringing peace. Kei only wished to end the wars that have gone back and forth for years. Shortly before his 20th birthday, Kei received an urgent letter from his mother.

A lot had happened in a short amount of time in the kingdom. The Hinata king passed away from illness, leaving his youngest brother as lord protector until his son and heir Shouyou can be crowned. The youngest brother used his power as lord protector, convinced the court that the marriage between the late King and the queen was a farce and that makes Shouyou and his sister illegitimate to the throne. He then took the crown for himself as a true Hinata heir and imprisoned the young prince in the tower. The kingdom was outraged and retaliated out of love for the late king and his family. The new king had hoped that taking away Shouyou’s right to the throne would make the people loyal to him, but it backfired and now the people are against him. The Hinata queen reached out for help, fearing that her son’s life is in danger because of this.

Kei’s mother sees this as an opportunity and asks him to come back with his army. Through letters between him and the queen, a deal is made. If Kei assists in rescuing Shouyou from the tower and is successful, the queen offers him her son’s hand in marriage. If they marry, a Hinata and a Tsukishima could rule the kingdom together and end the wars with their unity. Both houses and armies can come together and win the crown from the usurper. Kei agrees to the plan and goes back home with his army ready. It was only a matter of time until he was to be engaged so he doesn’t hesitate. This way, everyone gets what they want. Kei’s mother will have a king. Shouyou’s mother gets her son back and he will be king as well. Kei gets to bring peace to the kingdom for good and that’s all he ever wanted.

[imagine-that-haikyuu]

here are the notes for the tsukki soulmate!au

my idea for this was originally VERY different and went down a more conventional route, but the idea of “incompatible” soulmates was there from the start. it wasn’t until i was rewatching season three and got to tsukki’s “blocking is systematic” line that this concept came along

i didn’t know whether i wanted to make the reader an artist or a writer. i settled on writer because it’s easier for me to describe disjointed writing—than to describe art in general, which i don’t have a background in. you can see what could have been artist!reader in the painting on the arm bit

but I realized that it would be very difficult to only describe parts of this poem and still have you see how it works in the end, so i decided to write the actual poem. It’s been well over a year since i’ve written one, and even longer since i’ve written one that i liked the beginnings of and want to come back and work on it

so this is very much a rough first draft of it, hence why it’s so obvious as well. it would take a very long time before a polished version would be done, and that doesn’t quite jibe with filling requests. that being said, i’ll probably be reworking this poem into something i can use outside the context of the series

takeda wasn’t involved in this at first, but i used his cog metaphor at first without realizing that the reader would have no way of knowing about it. but let’s be real! takeda is a modern literature teacher and that’s the reader’s thing, so him being their favorite teacher and helping out with his student’s writing makes a lot of sense. including a scene about it would have made this even longer, but i will say he has used the cog metaphor around the reader, because the they ask how to volleyball team is doing from time-to-time

also, he does not know that you and tsukishima are soulmates or at least he doesn’t ask. it’s possible that he’s seen words on your arms that are also on tuskki’s, so he might know. i like to think he doesn’t know anything about them, only that you believe yourself to be incompatible with them, and he won’t pry.

basically i want to write a takeda thing and also he is the literature teacher students deserve

outside of takeda, furudate-sensei uses some very poetic visuals and has characters say surprisingly poetic things (“i’m hinata shouyou and i sprouted from the concrete” makes me so mad because i wish i had written it!!!!!!) i wanted to play around with the tsukki brothers given names as well as the imagery and symbols used for other characters. the moon motif is already used a lot—and understandably so—so the firefly and light concepts were things i wanted to explore

the systems having numbers was more or less my way of splitting the poems into parts without doing that thing a lot of poets--myself included--where you just write a number and then write whatever is part of that section and then move on to the next one

anyway, that’s it. i’m sorry i took the bad writing route by posting commentary and telling you things instead of letting you figure things out on your own or putting it in the piece from the start, but sometimes i need to scream out my asshole and sometimes things in my writing are not clear and i’m not going to be a jerk and not try to clarify for anyone who might need it

EDITS BECAUSE I FORGOT THINGS

i kept trying to use the “albatross around the neck” metaphor when i started the oikawa soulmate!au but it never worked no matter how i tried to frame it there. it ended up working better here

i wanted to account for the fact that tsukki’s sun sign is libra, and give a sense of “balance” that he would bring to his soulmate and vice versa. but as far as features in his natal chart (or any of the characters for that matter), i can’t know them for sure because that would require knowing a birth year, birth time, and birth location. which we don’t have. sensei probably doesn’t either and they wouldn’t need to??? as far as where venus would be in his chart (how we’d know what one is like in a relationship and what they like and need in one as well) basing it only on what we know of him from the series, i’d say his venus is either in taurus or in capricorn, but i didn’t factor in his soulmate’s venus sign because, well, that would be yours to fill in, friendo

[jellyfishjuliet]

Fuckfather Supreme Meta, or that One Essay about How Gintoki and Shinsuke Can’t Accept that Their Dad is Sick

OK real talk, if Gintama was any other story about a deadbeat dad who one day violently disappeared from his kids’ lives and then magically reappeared in the future with a completely different personality, it would be a joke. In a more serious story, it would be one where the writer would be able to discuss a pretty stark topic through fiction- mentally ill parents and how children of mentally ill adults learn to navigate their parents’ illness. 

In the manga, it seems like the only two people who’ve really come to terms with Utsuro’s dissociative identity disorder are Nobume and Oboro. It makes sense, because their histories are deeply intertwined with Utsuro’s existence as an alter and the fact that he shares a body with several other personalities. Oboro deals with it by being the dutiful son- doing everything in his power to make sure his “father” is safe, even if it means killing the Yoshida Shouyou alter. To this day, I’m slightly confused on whether or not Sorachi intended Oboro’s almost-death in his childhood as a trigger for the Shouyou alter to assume control of the body, but with the information we have now, I’m gonna assume that, that was the case, even if Utsuro tells Oboro that “he” wasn’t the one who saved him that day. Nobume’s pretty standard in terms of understanding that the Utsuro alter is significantly more powerful in terms of dominance. She understands that it’s not his fault Shouyou lost out, but it is to their misfortune that they’re now stuck with the most violent alter out of all of them.

If this was a different kind of story, Sorachi could really meditate on a pretty tangible situation that affects many folks throughout both Japanese and international society as a whole. Though the stigma against mental illness persists, I know that the Gorilla can write it. Unfortunately, we don’t have a clear cut story that ruminates on mental illness, so we’re stuck with one dude’s surrogate kids tryna kill him while he’s in an alter state that doesn’t recognize that they’re his kids. 

But more than that, Gintoki and Shinsuke especially seem to think that their father is dead, whereas as Nobume and Oboro never show the kind of virulent determination to exterminate Utsuro for having “killed” Shouyou. I think that reflects just how badly Gintoki and Shinsuke have ended up comprehending the whole issue. I get that we’re at a pivotal moment where nuclear warfare’s about to pop off, but without the embellishments of science fiction shounen, all you really have is one parent who’s in a psychotic state with only one of the kids who understands he’s in a psychotic state, while the others are flailing around trying to beat down the psychosis with violence. Maybe it’s because Nobume was trained as an assassin early in life that she’s able to extrapolate the situation so clearly and concisely without letting it hurt her. Gintoki and Shinsuke, however, are knee-deep in their hurt feelings that this crazy thing killed their father that they don’t even seem to realize that Shouyou’s still there. 

If it was any other story, the manga would end with the body being treated to a point where the rest of the alters are able to emerge and speak their truth before the fragments finally come together to make up the original host because I firmly believe we don’t know the true holder of the body yet, and that both Utsuro and Shouyou are alters that were birthed over the years of torture and violence he had to experience because of his immortality. Any other story, Gintoki and Shinsuke would make an effort to both stop the war from killing them and also save their father, but it seems like that won’t happen. With Oboro’s death and nuclear warfare literally over the horizon (it’s astonishing how close Earth is to becoming another Kouan), Utsuro will likely be beaten as the dominant alter before he dies and Sorachi will miss out on a prime opportunity to explore the dynamics between adult children and their mentally ill parents. If anything, Sorachi’s gonna throwback to the Kankou and Utsuro conversation from 581:

I’m afraid Sorachi will bring back the Shouyou alter at the tail end of the story in order to really hit it home about how fruitless Gintoki and Shinsuke’s efforts were in the end. He’s gonna have Shouyou smile as he’s dying, and afterwards, I’m afraid he’s going to complete the story with Shinsuke lol’ing away with the Kiheitai and Gintoki going home to have breakfast with the kids.

I simply won’t stand for it because these situations would ultimately devalue the entire point of Utsuro’s introduction into the story- the ultimate lesson for his children. Utsuro’s existence forces Gintoki and Shouyou to look at the man as more than just a father and a teacher. Utsuro forces them to recognize the multi-faceted aspects of the human mind, body, and spirit. He reminds them that even half-truths are lies, and then even if he spent years caring for them, he still had a past behind him and a future he was afraid of. I think that’s another thing Gintoki and Shinsuke were unable to grasp- Shouyou’s fear that his make-believe world wouldn’t last. His pretty face and gentle hand, along with his ability to keep them in line and still be playful were glorified and idolized to create a godlike man who died too young. Gintoki and Shinsuke put him on a pedestal for his sacrifice, and so he returned to teach them a lesson about what happens when a person overindulges in their memories. Admiration is, after all, furthest from understanding.

And more than that, the possibility to Gintoki having to kill his father again is so… awful. It’s literally torture. It’s also pretty symbolic in terms of the idea that children suffer the most when parents have severe mental illnesses. Gintoki, in the end, is liable to experience even more trauma, and if not Gintoki, then Shinsuke. Who really wins if that happens? Certainly not Gintoki and Shinsuke if they have to watch their sick and suicidal dad die again.

[ao3feed-haikyuu]

Sunshine and the Blue Castle Prince

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by Brilan_Mosyn

Shouyou, eldest son of the Hinata Royal line and the Fae Prince Sugawara Koushi, is being sent to the fae world to fulfill his mother's end of the bargin that resulted in the birth of he and his siblings. Iwaizumi Hajime is a prince of Aoba Johsai and the guard of Crown Prince Oikawa. When he and Oikawa go to retrieve Shoyou, he doesn't expect to find a young man that will light up his world.

Words: 468, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen, M/M

Characters: Hinata Shouyou, Iwaizumi Hajime, Oikawa Tooru, Hinata Shouyou's Mother, Hinata Natsu, Hinata Nyoko-OC, Hanamaki Takahiro, Sawamura Daichi, Sugawara Koushi

Relationships: Hinata Shouyou/Iwaizumi Hajime, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, Hanamaki Takahiro/Matsukawa Issei

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Slow Burn, Fluff, Hinata is a fluffy ball of sunshine, soulmates?, no soulmate marks, Deals with the Fae, author is grasping at straws for these tags, Author Is Sleep Deprived, sometimes, Oh yea, Rarepair, cursing, Beta'd and edited, I don't want to die like a man, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

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