#the tightrope part ive been waiting for for so long is finally here

[rainbowbeanstyles]

ok artists which part are we drawing

[frogtanii]

It’s wind anon! (Imagine me as the screeching seagull meme) just pushing through the week. Getting the test out of my mind—it just sucks because there’s always this one test that I completely mess up on—and as someone who has to deal with all honors classes and my grades tend to be good, every time I fail to meet up to expectations my stress skyrockets. (Imagine a world where grades don’t matter and school is learning based rather than mark based...) Family pressures too—okay, wind anon is done ranting.

The update! The drama—I was there the moment it updated and I saw the comments rush in and I was laughing real hard.

But my reaction to the update!

Osamu POV :0!!! The insecurity... “all it did was remind him that he was alone”— I empathize because gosh, that is so real.

The attachment to Meiko though... his emotional state is on a very unstable tightrope. “Osamu had Meiko and he used to have Daichi and Iwaizumi...” that entire section has all my red flags raised. He’s going to completely break when everything comes out.

The loud clang startled me though. I was like “!!!” But it was our YN! Our kind, wonderful YN!! Trying to get snacks wwwwww.

Osamu thinking YN is cute :0 I be having a lot of thoughts about that but him squishing it down is fair. He considers himself to be in a committed relationship (though Meiko does not reciprocate and I am ready to fight regarding that) but I can respect his devotion (even if it is very misguided).

But. “After all, you were the reason Atsumu hated him now and never spoke to him anymore.” My gosh. What do I even say about this? Because the blame is entirely thrown off. I mean, you mentioned before Atsumu had a specific reason for believing in you over Meiko so I’m still waiting for that but Osamu is thinking something wrong but it’s a human action. It’s so easy to blame people to make yourself feel better. And your brain can do it without you realizing the depths of what has been thought.

Osamu being angry (!!!) and being a complete utter douche. YN literally just wanted a bag of chips and you’re here, crowding them in the pantry and being hostile. I don’t have much to say about it because he realized his mistake but by then he already stressed YN really badly and I am...(long sigh).

Atsumu to the rescue. We appreciate Atsumu very very much in this house. It really sucks that Osamu and Atsumu are confronting like this—I mean, Atsumu has been fighting a bit and Osamu had not really been listening to Atsumu on his own end prior to this confrontation so I’m...exhausted and a bit sad in the “It can’t be helped” kind of way.

“Osamu allowed him to, too in shock and ashamed to protest, much less fight back.” It couldn’t be helped considering how everything developed but...it still hurts my chest a bit, y’know? And then Osamu tries to apologize and I’m ready (so so ready) for them to communicate because they desperately need to—

But then Meiko comes in (I am...ready to throw stuff at her. Lots of stuff. Packing peanuts. All squeaky and annoying and bad for the environment just like she is—or something like that, I dunno, I’m half dead because I’m dealing with cramps rn) and all my wishes for them to finally have that much needed conversation where Osamu can finally break down and cry—all my wishes are turned to ash like.

(Angry Wind anon noises)

Meiko rubbing her makeup all over Osamu’s shirt like he is a rag. What in the... And her 4 inch heels please, I cannot, why, I can’t deal with this, I can’t, don’t make me get close to her because I’m like Yachi (stressed out of my mind). Please don’t do this to me. But yeah, Meiko with her poor makeup that doesn’t stay on her face. What the heck....

And Meiko’s scent... gross. Like, brown sugar, cute, nice, baked goods do smell really nice, (ever add a bunch of vanilla extract to a recipe? It like, perfumes around everywhere, it’s insane and wonderful) but chances are (because it’s Meiko), it’s overbearingly sweet. Chinese food (I do not trust her taste in Chinese food to be frank), I happen to come from a Chinese family, I have Chinese food for dinner like everyday, it would take a lot to be able to get that sort of scent on you. And I do mean a lot. And hairspray??? Chemical? I do not,,, I,,, Osamu, why would you breathe that in? It’s gonna be real bad for your lungs? And we already know Meiko smokes as well—your lung health, please value it—

And then the Suna entrance. Wonderfully done fr0ggy!

Final thoughts, I am very much projecting onto Yachi rn. Yachi has been in the house for less than a week and she already has to deal with this. The company should give her a raise. My gosh.

Anyway, might as well do a thoughts/headcanon thing because it’s been a while and my mind is still on gem/jewel stuff (so hope you don’t mind!)

Okay, so Kenma I think would go with a warm colored gemstone, and citrine would work well with him! “Protection against evil thoughts” because we know Meiko has ramped up is insecurity and lowered his self-esteem.

I mentioned this before last time but Sakusa is definitely onyx. That black is iconic, and “sharpening wit” would make sense with his grace for word play and snark.

Akaashi is an interesting one...I think sapphire. I mean, sapphire can have many colors besides the classic dark blue, so that’s one thing, but it’s known for “loyalty and a pledge of trust” which Akaashi gave. I think it’s suitable for him.

Suga...initially I was thinking pearl would match him in terms of appearance, but actually looking at my reference, turquoise would work really really well with him. “Protect from evil, maintain virtue, bring good luck”. Would work well.

For Atsumu and Osamu I wanted something that could represent their duality. My first thought was gold and silver. I mean, it’d fit in terms of appearance but I’m not sure that would be the best comparison. Gold doesn’t rust so it fits Atsumu who never fell for Meiko’s tricks. Silver has been said to vanquish dark/evil beings (vampires, werewolves, the classic silver bullets and stakes). It would be interesting to see if the comparison will apply to today’s update :D!

I like how my brain shut off and couldn’t remember anyone else for a second—anyway, Oikawa... every time I think of him, I want some hue of blue wwww. I guess Aquamarine “soothing influence” would work. Since he joined YN’s side, he has been able to see the big picture and be a voice of reason. He’s thoughtful and I think aquamarine which encourages long relationships is suitable because that is what he wanted. So yes, aquamarine.

Bokuto...is a tough one. I’m trying to still keep with their color schemes a bit. I think carnelian would work. “Health, luck, bold energy, warmth, joy”—it would represent him fine. It’s a bit more orange than I would prefer but it suits him so I think it’s okay.

Iwaizumi... emerald? I mean, he does suit green tones, and “rebirth, regeneration, new hope” would work just fine for him.

Right now my brain is complete mush and I can’t think of anything for Kuroo and Daichi. Like, Kuroo would be red, sure, but the more famous ruby/garnet I think don’t represent him fully because he is still rather contained. Hmm, would need to think about them more.

But I’d like your thoughts on this too :D!!

I wanna do something suitable for all colors for YN, so opal! YN has many different parts and colors and is overall a very vivid person—if you tilt opal, you see more and more faces and things underneath being brought into your eyes. YN may be seen from many different perspectives, but YN is always beautiful and amazing. So opal is what I think YN would be.

Anyway, I’ll end here :D! Need to eat lunch. Much love towards you fr0ggy! Make sure you eat and rest up too~ drink some water or any other fluid to hydrate! And keep warm too. Much love to all the fans and supporters and ask senders too! It’s really awesome seeing and hearing from all of you and seeing new faces with the old. Love the excitement and points you all bring up—makes my brain happy.

MAJDKD I NEED TO POST THE NEW CHAPTER BUT I HAD TO RESPOND TO THIS FIRST BESTIE ILY N I LOVE TUIS — I AM OBSESSED W THE CRYSTAL (??) STUFF??? IVE NEVER UNDERSTOOD IT BUT I THINK YOIVE EXPLAINED EACH GEM N WHY SO BEAUTIFULLY I AM IN LOVE W U KITH KITH UR SO LOVELY HAVE AN AMAZING DAY (sending u good vibes n anti-stress love >333)

[songbird-musing]

A song in five parts of Orpheus's pleas for the world to wait.

                                                        ~*~ As a young dreamer, he feared he would never know a love greater than his song. Orpheus saw her one sun-struck morning, and he all at once realized that no, he would never know a love greater than his song, because she was his song. As she spoke, his melody soared, and as she smiled, the lyre strings he tightroped across, snapped beneath his weight.

‘Wait for me,’ he pleaded to Eurydice, ‘I have so much I still need to show you.’

A poetic fic about Orpheus and Eurydice. I am OBSESSED with them

I.

As a boy, he feared inspiration would always be a flighty lover – one moment there, another gone. Orpheus chased after her, spiraling through open fields in pursuit of a melody, and tunneling through the darkness to stitch his ideas into his memory.

‘Wait for me,’ he begged inspiration. ‘My legs are not long enough to catch up with you.’

He grew. Inspiration had never felt closer, and after a long pursuit, he reached her hands and fell at her feet.  Inspiration crept up in the dead of night, whispering sweet nothings and leaving kisses up his throat, so fierce that he had to cry out, a song that fluttered in his heart like a frantically escaping caged bird.

‘Wait for me,’ he implored, ‘My fingers are not yet strong enough to play you.’

He spent hours that trickled into days and finally years – crouched over the strings of his lyre – coaxing music until it bled from his callused hands into the room.

Inspiration had waited while he had learned.

With the song in his heart and on his fingers, inspiration no longer needed to wait.

II.

As a young dreamer, he feared he would never know a love greater than his song. Orpheus saw her one sun-struck morning, and he all at once realized that no, he would never know a love greater than his song, because she was his song. As she spoke, his melody soared, and as she smiled, the lyre strings he tightroped across, snapped beneath his weight.

‘Wait for me,’ he pleaded to Eurydice, ‘I have so much I still need to show you.’

They grew. Their palms intertwined – he was warm and she was soft. She looked at him, moonlight trapped in the windows of her eyes, curled against the heat he provided. The reflection in her pupils sounded like flutes, the feel of her against him sounded like a piano improvisation– lilting and gentle.

‘Wait for me,’ he asked, ‘I have to finish my song.’

Seconds tumbled into long months. The fire he felt in his heart blazed, while the fire in the grates flickered. The fullness his song left him with left Eurydice with nothing but an empty stomach.  

Eurydice waited as they starved.

The song was not the only thing in his heart, but it was the only thing at his fingers, and Eurydice could wait no more.

III.

As a young lover, he believed that Eurydice would be as easy to chase as inspiration. He expected to find her hidden around each corner, behind each door. He asked after her: the remnants of her name echoing out like an unfinished cadence. Down below… the words dragged his melody to its depths.

‘Wait for me,’ he beseeched Eurydice, ‘I’m coming for you.’

He grew cold the further he walked. Eurydice had never felt further away. Down below… She never had been further away. Orpheus followed the train line and veered around the back, sneaking into the empire of steel and electric lights. The memory of her burned brighter, scalded hotter, sung louder, down there.

‘Wait for me,’ he said, ‘Wherever you are.’

Hours crawled off his skin, leaving him bare, his bones exposed, his muscles aching. In every face, he saw hers, until he finally saw her face and her eyes and her smile, quashed beneath sturdy denim and grime.

His heart was fuller than it had ever dared to be, and he promised with his lips, his eyes, his heart, his fingers, she would never have to wait for him again.

IV.

As a young man, who felt far older than his years, he feared that his song would be the last trace of Eurydice on his lips. He sung it through the light, sung it through the dark. Sung it when it would never matter, and when it would matter most of all. He sung it to the mice under his floorboards, and he sung it to the King of the Underworld.

‘Wait for me,’ he sung to Eurydice, ‘We have so much left to do.’

He grew stronger under the eyes of the King, grew bolder under the Queen’s gaze. His song echoed louder, not faltering as the Queen’s lips curved, not breaking as the King’s old, cold eyes burnished with a tear. All he had to do was walk the route he had walked, Eurydice behind him, without looking back. They were free.

‘Wait for me,’ he gasped. Could she hear him? Would she hear, no matter how loud he shouted, no matter how softly he sung? ‘Wait for me,’ but he said it more for himself, than for her.

He did not know how long it had been. Moments had ceased to exist, he could not measure time in the verse and choruses of Eurydice’s voice. Perhaps she had not even left the King’s side. Had she wanted to? The thought of her, beside Hades, his laugh booming through the Underworld, turned his skin into ice. The air behind him felt cold. The world felt more silent than he had ever heard it.  If Eurydice was there, surely his brain would be singing the melody that accompanied her wherever she went… wouldn’t it?

The silence.

Silent.

His song had never been silent.

He turned.

A scream fell from their lips, his heart lurched, his fingers reached, but it was too late. She was gone, and could wait no more.

V.

As an old man, he feared that his song would fade into the night, never to be heard again. He carved the notes into the sides of mountaintops, taught the melodies to each soul he met, tucked her name into the earth. He sung it until there was no one left to hear, no one left to remember. He walked a road paved with the consonants and vowels of her, and there was not much point to walk further.

‘Wait for me,’ he cried, ‘I’m not far now.’

He stepped into the air, rocks crumbling down from the cliffs, but he could not fall. He watched the debris fall down, way down, not swept up by the clouds as he was.

‘We won’t let you fall,’ the clouds said, ‘We want to hear your song again.’

He floated in the ocean, salt water flooding his mouth and eyes. He longed for the depths, down, down, way down… closer to her. The waves pulled him up and left him ashore.

‘We won’t let you sink,’ the waves said, ‘Your song is too beautiful to be drowned.’

He stepped onto the railroad tracks, waiting to hear the train’s familiar melody. He knew he would be pulled back before it ever arrived.

‘I won’t let you die,’ the lady said, a very old, sad look in her eyes, ‘I have seen too much loss.’

He took her hand and they left, speaking of old times and sharing a bottle of dandelion wine, as the first day of spring struck.

‘Wait for me,’ he said softly, hoping that Eurydice would hear him, ‘Until I can see you again.’

Year rolled after year, long at first, and then shorter. He greeted spring each year, and when she left, when he was almost ancient, leaving rainstorms and frosts in her place, Orpheus had a feeling that it would not be long before he saw her again.

Eventually his old heart slowed, Eurydice’s name was on his lips, and finally she was at his fingers once more. All at once, there was nothing left to wait for.

The End.

Thank you for reading! I posted this on AO3 on TONY day, but I thought it made sense to have a tumblr to share my fic! Hope you liked it! Please let me know all of your thoughts - feedback keeps me alive!

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