Yes, I finally did it, y'all. I'm trying to get more organized this year, so I thought I'd finally get around to making a masterpost for all my works. This will be pinned to the top of my page and updated when need be, so always be on the lookout for any new additions!
OH MY GODDD. Aomine asks Kise in their inter high match if he’s ever beaten him and Kise ends up losing anyways and then Akashi asks Midorima in their Winter Cup match if he’s ever forced him to concede and Midorima ends up losing anyways. Midorima and Kise and their little rivalries. Akashi and Aomine forever being the strongest and the most alone
Bro, way back in like 2016 or something, there used to be this amazing video on YouTube where someone had animated the GoM + Kuroko doing basketball freestyle based on this old Nike commercial. I have been looking for it on and off since I got back into the fandom late last year, but no matter what I type in, I can never find it. It's such a shame because I REALLY liked that video, and now I don't know where it is or if it's even still on YouTube or not. Does anyone know the video I'm talking about? I can't be the only one who's seen it, right? 😭😭😭
It's been 9 years since I published Accidental Siblings!
I don't have anything super special planned. I just made a very quick doodle to commemorate the occasion. But if anyone who's read it wants to talk to me about it, I'll gladly yap for your sake.
To say a few words before I dip, though, this was a story born out of my wacky idea inspired by someone else's Akashi fanart, and somehow it grew into something that has a life of its own. Out of all the fanfics I've ever written, I probably feel the most joy when writing this one, and I am so glad I was able to find my way back to the fandom so I could keep writing.
Some of you are new to this fic, while some of you had shockingly known about and read my fic long before you knew who I was, and it's been a great pleasure interacting with you all and using your excitement to fuel my own. Thank you for sticking around even as I slowly update once every few months. Thank you for "yes, and?"-ing all my ideas. And thank you for every reblog, every submission, and every comment related to my story. I see and I read everything, and I can't tell you how happy it makes me to see any type of response.
Even though I know how I want the story to end, I don't know how long it will take to achieve that, so even if it takes me another year, or two, or three, I hope you all can be patient with me.
Happy 9 years to my favorite boys, and I hope to get back to this story soon!
Congrats! ✨ I'm a new-ish reader and highly recommend this fic to anyone who likes Akashi and ideas that sound crazy but are actually believable and serious because they are treated with such care.
Awww, thanks so much! 🥹 I especially love having intellectual conversations with you in the comments, whether it's under my fic or yours! Thank you so much for your attentiveness to every detail in my story. As someone who engages with literature on both the reading and the writing side, "the curtains are blue" is so far from the truth in most instances because there is a lot of intentionality behind the scenes of everything I write about, and you're a person who catches even the littlest things that I thought people wouldn't notice. A big shoutout to you for always being on the same wavelength as me and understanding exactly what I'm going for in the narrative. 🫡💜🩵
Wow, really? Always thought it was a recent work!! Just finished the last chapter on ffn. Amazing read! (Loved the Boku-Akapapa things there were there)
I don't remember for Oreshi but yeah, I loved the fic
Oh, thank you so much! As of today, over 80% of the fic was written between 2016 and 2017. I just don't know when to give up and when I feel like reviving a fic then I'll do it even if years have passed and I'm almost certain that nobody gaf about it.
I'm still pushing through, though, and I hope to finish the next chapter soon, but I'm also in the middle of some other personal projects, so it might take a bit of time. Either way, I appreciate your support. 🥰
Of course, anyone who follows me on Twitter or has me on Discord knows that, but for the Tumblrites, I am alive.
I wasn't planning on being away for so long, but I was so invested in trying to finish the fanfic I said I was working on that I said I wouldn't come back to Tumblr til it was done... and just like that, six months passed like it was nothing.
I haven't even sorted through all the notifs I've missed, so sorry to anyone who tagged me or tried to get a hold of me one way or another, but I will get to that later tonight. For now, I am here to post what I should have posted six months ago. AT LONG LAST. THE MIBUAKA FIC I PROMISED Y'ALL. Enjoy!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Due to busyness, I wasn't able to finish yesterday, but I should be finished with a new KNB one-shot by tomorrow if all goes well. Can y'all guess what it might be? A hint for you is I've mentioned this premise before. 😉
Is this a gag? Somewhat. Would this satisfy Akashi? Absolutely.
Did anyone hear the pun?
My 2nd for Akashi's Birthday weekend. "Celebration".
Akashi Seijuro woke up this Saturday, a small thought in the back of his mind.
Ah... It's my birthday.
And that was it. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, yawning softly as the soft white light from the windows illuminated his room. It was quite chilly he thought, turning his head to peek at the weather.
A small smile curved his lips as he saw the gentle fall of fluffy snowflakes.
He threw his blanket to the side, his feet shielded from the cold air of the room as he slipped them into his wool red slippers. Seijuro walked over to the window and watched the sky for just a moment. It still brought him joy, the sight of untouched snow, blinding white coated as far as the eye could see. Silently he thanked that it was cozy inside his house.
"Happy birthday, Seijuro-bocchan! We have your favorite ready!" one of the maids put down a bowl of soup in front of him as he sat down, eagerly grabbing the spoon on the side. It was similar to all the previous year's birthdays with one exception.
Especially when he stepped into the kitchen. The delightful scent of tofu filled his nose, his mouth starting to water.
This time there was a bowl of extra tofu on the side.
"Thank you Miyo-san. Please also send my regards to the chefs," he smiled at the girl as she walked away, leaving him alone in the kitchen.
Mmh, yes... he was alone. He could enjoy his meal in peace, in quiet, with no one distracting him. He couldn't ask for a better birthday morning.
Akashi leaned over the bowl, closed his eyes and took a big whiff, his body filling with warmth at the subtle smell. He did this for more than a few seconds, until the skin on his face grew damp from the steam. He eventually pulled away and gently mixed the soup with his spoon, feeling giddy as the green onion swirled around and even reached the top. The best part? Not a single hint of seaweed. Just the way he likes it.
Finally he scooped up some soup with his spoon and sipped it, his mind and body settling in his chair in delight (he didn't blow on it, Seijuro liked it when the temperature of the soup slightly burned his tongue). A soft hum slipped his throat, taking his chopsticks and popping a piece of the extra tofu in his mouth.
The footsteps of his father creeped behind him, but this boy didn't even notice.
It was perfect. The way the delicate flavor spread across his tongue and his entire mouth. The blandness of the soup, tempting him to eat more as if to chase after the taste. The warmth flowing down his esophagus and into his stomach. The light tones of soy in the warm tofu. The presicion of the firmness. Simply divine.
He felt somewhat disappointed as he looked the two empty bowls in front of him. He had already tipped the bowl over his mouth several times to catch the last few drops, but alas his bowls were looking almost spotless now. Not even a single piece of green onion in sight.
Masaomi Akashi glanced at his son and kept walking, as if he didn't see anything. Frankly, Seijuro was too engulfed in his tofu to care.
First entry to Akashi's Birthday Weekend 2025, "Yes Father". Did y'all miss me?
Akashi Seijuro sat on his bed for a long time.
He didn't quite know what to do. After all this was his first experience with something as significant as losing. Significant for him anyways.
He took a deep breath, letting the air fill his lungs as he gently swiped his hand on his smooth, silk sheets. He was a mess, he thought.
You are a mess. A voice echoed in his mind. Insolent little brother.
Akashi shook his head of the thought and stood up after what felt like hours, dragging his slippers across the floor to his closet. He picked out his helmet, boots, and gloves, walking out of his room and closing the door with a thud.
He arrived outside, the cold piercing his nose. The sky was grey but the grass was dry. And in front of him, a beautiful, hefty, pearl-colored horse. He could feel his brother's awe. Neither of them could feel anything else as they gazed upon this magnificent animal, huffing softly as it turned his head to look at his red-haired owner.
"Shall we go on a ride, girl?"
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When Akashi is on his horse, his mind clears. His world calms. All he thinks about is the wind flowing through his hair like his mother's fingers. The rhythm of Yukimaru's gallop, as if shaking the earth with her strength. His clasp on her reins as if holding on for dear life. Perhaps he was, clinging onto whatever life was left of him before all this had happened.
He felt... free.
Free of his mask, his walls, free of whatever he was trained out of. His thoughts, his manners, his actions and behaviors. Because none of that matters out here. Not to Yukimaru.
The two halted in the middle of the land, Akashi's breath quick and heavy as if having ran a mile, chasing that peace that felt so blissful. He turned around and spotted a small red mansion in the distance, groaning as he planted his face in the back of Yukimaru's neck. He closed his eyes just to feel. Feel the air, the saddle, the horse. Quickly he was able to drift his thoughts away, his mind going back to the earlier events. It felt like a dream really.
Kuroko, you... no. Your team won. Congratulations.
Seijuro clenched his fists, feeling a dull ache rise in the back of his throat.
Do not falter. A voice echoed through his mind. He didn't even need to say anything for him to understand.
Raise your head and go back home. You're not finished.
Seijuro looked up into the horizon, the sky clearing right where the sun was about to set. His hair took a brilliant fiery scarlet under the sun's rays, warmth inching on his icy skin as the sky turned a bright orange hue.
Reluctantly he turned Yukimaru around, setting the pace at a slow walk back to the mansion.
"Thank you," he finally spoke to the younger, taking one last breath of the fresh air.
You need not thank me.
"But I'd like to."
Enough. You need to prepare for Father's tongue-lashing.
I'm running a little late with the Day 1 prompt, but as always, when I'm running late, pretend I live on the West Coast so that we can all act like I'm on time for once.
The prompt I chose was Twins/Other Self. I was in the mood for something cute, so this is the finished product. Haven't done digital in some weeks, so my hand is cramping a bit, but it was worth it. Hope y'all enjoy! 🥰
