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𝑊𝐻𝐴𝑇  𝐷𝑂𝐸𝑆  𝐷𝐸𝐴𝑇𝐻 𝐹𝐸𝐸𝐿  𝐿𝐼𝐾𝐸      .      .      .

AN  INDEPENDENT  &  SELECTIVE  RENDITIONS  OF  MULTIPLE CHARACTERS  AS  SEEN  IN  ASSORTED  MEDIAS    [    THIS  IS  A  SECONDARY BLOG TO  @brainwashe.           ].     THIS BLOG WILL BE PRIMARILY FOCUSED ON ANIME MUSES,   SPECIFICALLY BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA AND HAIKYUU.    PLEASE DO NOT EXPECT ME TO BE CONSTANTLY ACTIVE HERE.      

.      .     .      𝐿𝐼𝐾𝐸 𝐴 𝐾𝐼𝑆𝑆!

the  roleplayer:     gray,   twenty  -  three,   they/them. rules  &  other  important  details:   here.    muses  listed  below. other blogs      /      platforms:  discord  available  to  mutuals.

BOKU  NO  HERO  ACADEMIA  :

TOKOYAMI  FUMIKAGE.   bisexual   [   he/they/it   ].   sixteen.   tentatively open to shipping with those i trust.

SHIGARAKI  TOMURA.  bisexual   [  he/him   ].   twenty  one.   open to shipping at your own risk.

TODOROKI  SHOUTO.  bisexual   [  he/him   ].   sixteen.   tentatively open to shipping with those i trust.

USAGIYAMA  RUMI.  bisexual   [   she/her   ].   twenty three.   open to shipping.

MINA  ASHIDO.  bisexual   [  she/they   ].   sixteen.   tentatively open to shipping with those i trust.

OCHAKO  URARAKA.   bisexual   [   she/they   ].    sixteen.     open to shipping.

HAIKYUU   :

KAGEYAMI  TOBIO.    bisexual   [  he/him   ].   sixteen to twenty four.   open to shipping.

TENDOU  SATORI.   gay   [   he/they   ].   eighteen to twenty six.   open to shipping.

USHIJIMA  WAKATOSHI.     bisexual   [   he/him   ].   eighteen to twenty six.   open to shipping.

YACHI  HITOKA.   bisexual   [   she/her   ].     sixteen to twenty four.   open to shipping.

TANAKA  RYONOSUKE.   bisexual.   [   he/him   ].   seveteen to twenty five.   open to shipping.

LEV  HAIBA.   gay   [   he/they   ].   sixteen to twenty four.   open to shipping.

YUKIE  SHIROFUKU.  bisexual   [   she/her   ].    seventeen to twenty five.   open to shipping.

SEMI  EITA.  gay   [   he/him  ].   sixteen to twenty four.   open to shipping.

GOSHIKI  TSUTUMO.   gay   [   he/him   ].   fifteen to twenty four.   open to shipping.

HANA  MISAKI.    bisexual   [   she/her   ].   seventeen to twenty five.   open to shipping.

OSAMU MIYA.     bisexual    [   he/him   ].  seventeen to twenty five.   open to shipping.

KUNIMI AKIRA.     bisexual    [  he/him  ].    fifteen to twenty three.   open to shipping.

KENMA KOZUME.     gay    [  he/they  ].   sixteen to twenty four.   open to shipping.

KITA SHINSUKE.    gay    [   he/him  ].   seventeen to twenty five.   open to shipping.

DAISHOU SUGURU.     bisexual   [   he/him   ].   seventeen to twenty five.    open to shipping.

INVINCIBLE   :

SAMANTHA  WILKINS.   bisexual   [   she/her   ].  seventeen.   open to shipping.

WILLIAM  CLOCKWELL.   gay   [   he/him   ].   seventeen.   open to shipping.

TOKYO  MEW  MEW   :

MINTO  AIZAWA.   bisexual   [   she/her   ].   fifteen.   open to shipping.

KISHU.   bisexual   [   he/they/it   ].   sixteen.   open to shipping.

SK8   :

LANGA  HASEGAWA.   bisexual   [   he/him   ].   seventeen.   open to shipping.

CASTLEVANIA   :

SYPHA BELNADES.  bisexual   [   she/her   ].   thirties.   open to shipping.

LEGEND OF ZELDA   :

GANONDORF.   bisexual   [   he/him   ].   unknown.   extremely private muse.

FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST,  BROTHERHOOD   :

WINRY ROCKBELL.   bisexual   [   she/her   ].   eighteen.   extremely private muse,  tentatively open to shipping.

OCS   :

YUA KATOU.    biography.   bisexual   [   she/her   ].   seventeen.     open to shipping.

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it’s an obvious taunt… is what the shoyo of once-upon-a-freshman-year might’ve assumed, the statement at best meant to elicit an explosive reaction, at worst meant to just flat out antagonize him. the shoyo of now knows better than to misinterpret kageyama’s intent, but the words still manage to pull a frown to his face. (he’s not getting slower…)

“you’re imagining things!” he counters, gaze sliding from the road ahead to land on kageyama’s profile. “how could you even tell something like that, anyhow? we’re not racing.”

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tobio scans shoyo for a water bottle and finds him lacking... he holds out his own for the other to take [ because it is nice to take care of a friend, because shoyo will get whiny if he doesn't share ]. his interest, he believes, is clinical: in truth, he has never managed to be objective when it comes to shoyo. ' eh!? my imagination isn't that good at all! ' perhaps if he was still in his first year, he'd launch the water bottle at shoyo's head, or kick out with his leg to trip the other up. instead, he settles for a glare. ' i was watching you. you're hitting the ground with the front of your foot instead of the back, too. do you want an injury, hinata? ' this is how kageyama says he's worried: without saying it at all.

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everyone watch haikyuu and make blogs right now

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kageama tilted his head,    water bottle clenched in his hand.     sweat clutched at his forehead,   breathing measured and laboured.      '    have you always ran like that?    you look like you’re getting slower. '

@fumalsamakah + one line starter.

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like a tiny one liner so i can feel active and productive here again

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asoiaf: a dance with dragons starters

❝ i fear i make you uneasy. ❞ ❝ knowledge is a weapon. arm yourself well before you ride forth to battle. ❞ ❝ go on. show your steel. give me cause to do the same. ❞ ❝ fear is what keeps a man alive in this world of treachery and deceit. ❞ ❝ these woods are not as empty as you think. ❞ ❝ promise me that you will never turn against me. i could not bear that. promise me. ❞ ❝ the only time a man can be brave is when he is afraid. ❞ ❝ if i must die, i will die with an axe in my hand and a curse upon my lips. ❞ ❝ tales are told of you. i hear them everywhere. people fear you. ❞ ❝ go too far down that road,  and  mistrust  can  poison  you,  make you sour and fearful. ❞ ❝ you mistake me. that was a command, not an offer. ❞ ❝ sorcery is a sword without a hilt. there is no safe way to grasp it. ❞ ❝ prophecy is like a half-trained mule. it looks like it might be useful, but the moment you trust in it, it kicks you in the head. ❞ ❝ it is not the foes who curse you to your face that you must fear, but those who smile when you are looking and sharpen their knives when you turn your back. ❞ ❝ i rose too high, loved too hard, dared too much. i tried to grasp a star, overreached, and fell. ❞ ❝ they think that this will break my pride, that it will make an end to me, but they are wrong. ❞ ❝ tell me of the things that make you happy, the things that make you giggle, all your sweetest memories. remind me that there is still good in the world. ❞ ❝ one war ends, another begins. there is always someone fighting someone somewhere. ❞ ❝ this is what i was made for. the dance, the sweet steel song, a sword in my hand and a foe before me. ❞ ❝ my enemies have told you i am dead. those tales are false, as you can see. ❞ ❝ not all that a man does is done for gain. ❞ ❝ i know that you believe me weak, frightened, feeble. ❞ ❝ it takes a man to rule. kill the boy, and let the man be born. ❞ ❝ do you mean to spend your whole life running away? ❞ ❝ kingdoms are at hazard here. our lives, our names, our honour. this is no game we’re playing for your amusement. ❞ ❝ however gentle the words, there are always darker motives underneath. i do not trust you. ❞ ❝ a good honest face, but you should smile more. ❞ ❝ my throne is made of burned bones, and it rests on quicksand. ❞ ❝ you are so radiant today i fear to look on you. ❞ ❝ prove yourself more trouble than you are worth, and you can go your own way. ❞ ❝ you need not look so pale, i was only playing with you. ❞ ❝ this is not the day i die, i promise you. ❞ ❝ i wanted you from the first time i saw you. ❞ ❝ was i so blind, or  did  i  close  my  eyes  willingly, so i would not see the price of power? ❞ ❝ men should not go wandering in this place. ❞ ❝ hold your tongue and do as you are told, or you will soon wish you had. ❞ ❝ you won’t try. you will obey. ❞ ❝ kneel and live. or go and die. it’s your choice to make. ❞ ❝ are you so blind, or is it that you do not wish to see? ❞ ❝ that is not a place you want to go to. ❞ ❝ i will not go back without doing what i came for, no matter how hopeless it may seem. ❞ ❝ the fairest woman in this world…i am drunk with the sight of you. ❞ ❝ secrets are worth more than silver and sapphires. ❞ ❝ we have come too far to turn back now. ❞ ❝ what have i done to make you hate me so? ❞ ❝ you meet so few men who value friendship over gold these days. ❞ ❝ it is true, i am a bolder man than most. ❞ ❝ i cannot go home. but i dare not stay here much longer. ❞ ❝ foes and false friends are all around me. ❞ ❝ the fewer folk who will know of this, the better. ❞ ❝ all you have i gave you. remember that. ❞ ❝ will you make me say it twice? go and do as i commanded you. ❞ ❝ love is madness, and lust is poison. ❞ ❝ i feel safe when i’m with you. ❞ ❝ have you no smile for me? am i as fearful as all that? ❞ ❝ why did i ever allow myself to be talked into this farce? ❞ ❝ don’t think i don’t see what you’re doing. ❞ ❝ i will tell you nothing. do me the same favor. ❞ ❝ if i look back i am lost. ❞ ❝ a crown should not sit easy on the head. ❞ ❝ we must show a little trust, you and i. ❞ ❝ trust only your companions, and do your best to avoid attracting notice. ❞ ❝ you’re not going to try to kill me again, i hope. ❞ ❝ if you will forgive me for saying so, you look…weary. are you sleeping? ❞ ❝ your clothes are stained with blood. take them off. ❞ ❝ every fool loves to hear that he’s important. ❞ ❝ my father used to tell me that a man must know his enemies. ❞ ❝ you are a harmless creature, to be sure. as innocent as a lamb. ❞ ❝ till then, let us drink and dream. ❞ ❝ you will be tempted to betray me. to run or fight or join our foes. i’ll not hear you deny it. ❞ ❝ soon enough you may have grave need of me. do not refuse my friendship. ❞ ❝ it is best that no man knows that you are here. ❞ ❝ i kill kings, haven’t you heard? ❞ ❝ should any ill befall you, this world would lose its savor. ❞ ❝ some will look at you and see only another doomed pretender. ❞ ❝ i think life is a jape. yours, mine, everyone’s. ❞ ❝ i will forgive those words…once. but never presume to threaten me again. ❞ ❝ your father would be so proud if he could see you. ❞ ❝ just once you might try to give me an answer that would please me. ❞ ❝ they love me well. none would betray me. ❞ ❝ i have sins enough to answer for; i’ll have no part of this one. ❞ ❝ i mean you no harm, you know. ❞ ❝ i do not trust you, but i need you. ❞ ❝ we’ll both sleep, and dream of sweeter days. close your eyes. ❞ ❝ since you ask so nicely, how can i deny you? ❞ ❝ no wine is half so intoxicating as your beauty. ❞ ❝ why should i beg for what is owed me? ❞ ❝ a lord may love the men he commands, but he cannot be a friend to them. ❞ ❝ let them try and trouble us, we’ll show them what we’re made of. ❞ ❝ a leader should be feared, by friend and foe alike. if men think me cruel, so much the better. ❞ ❝ the enemy of my friend is my enemy. ❞ ❝ a book can be as dangerous as a sword in the right hands. ❞ ❝ i am an old man, grown weary of this world and its treacheries. ❞ ❝ these are desperate days, and like to grow more desperate. ❞ ❝ we need to find shelter before nightfall. ❞ ❝ there are footsteps behind us. we are being followed. ❞ ❝ this is no common fog. it stinks of sorcery. ❞ ❝ i am glad you came to me. it is good to see you again, my friend. ❞ ❝ the man who does nothing also takes a risk. ❞ ❝ the women are the strong ones. ❞ ❝ afraid, are you? i would be if i were you. ❞ ❝ tell me a tale. some tale of valor with a happy ending. ❞ ❝ i’ll have a cup of wine as well. to clear my head. ❞ ❝ we may lose our heads, it’s true…but what if we prevail? ❞ ❝ keep your swords sharp. we’ll have us a real fight soon. ❞ ❝ this is going to end badly. ❞ ❝ what are you doing here? how did you get past my guards? ❞ ❝ it is so hard. to be strong. i don’t always know what i should do. ❞ ❝ let us instead speak of love, of dreams and desire. ❞ ❝ you wound me, wandering off like this. have you grown tired of my hospitality so soon? ❞ ❝ with this sword i defend my subjects and destroy those who menace them. ❞ ❝ it is too late for such misgivings. you made your choice. ❞ ❝ in times as confused as these, even men of honor must wonder where their duty lies. ❞ ❝ why? what did i ever do to you? ❞ ❝ we must be certain that we do not choose the losing side. ❞ ❝ dream sweet dreams. there are no monsters here. ❞ ❝ i know who you are. i know what you are. ❞ ❝ a little honest loathing might be refreshing, like a tart wine after too much sweet. ❞ ❝ a bloody sword is a beautiful thing. ❞ ❝ a ruler belongs to their people, not to themself. ❞ ❝ if the ones i killed come haunt me, i will kill them all again. ❞ ❝ you shine so brightly, you will blind every man who dares look upon you. ❞ ❝ a fair bargain leaves both sides unhappy, i’ve heard it said. ❞ ❝ there’s blood on your hands, aye, same as mine. ❞ ❝ i have done wicked things, i know, but i could not bear for you to hate me. ❞ ❝ it is good to see you smiling again. ❞ ❝ i have doubts enough without you throwing oil on the fire of my fear. ❞ ❝ blood pays for blood, a life for a life. ❞ ❝ go home, if that is what you want. i am staying. ❞ ❝ a man’d think there’s no trust between us. ❞ ❝ i would choose freedom over comfort every time. ❞ ❝ you are even lovelier than i was told. ❞ ❝ stay. i do not wish to be alone. ❞ ❝ treachery on treachery. is there no end to it? ❞ ❝ dreams and prophecies. why must they always be in riddles? ❞ ❝ one wrong word, and this could turn to blood in half a heartbeat. ❞ ❝ you lie. i can see the truth in your eyes. ❞ ❝ throw down your steel and stand aside, and no harm need come to you. ❞ ❝ you are supposed to be my friend. why must you mock my hopes? ❞ ❝ it is better to die with honor than to live without it. ❞ ❝ it does no good to brood on lost battles and roads not taken. ❞ ❝ i see you are deaf to sense. ❞ ❝ you are no better than me. we’re just the same. ❞ ❝ a man should never draw his sword unless he means to use it. ❞ ❝ you kill men for the wrongs they have done, not the wrongs that they may do someday. ❞ ❝ close your eyes. close your ears. turn away. you do not need to see this. ❞ ❝ the sooner we are gone from this place, the better. ❞ ❝ i am sorry my actions have displeased you. i did as i thought best. ❞ ❝ you do not need to trust a man to use him. ❞ ❝ if you cannot do this thing, you need only say so. there is no shame in that. ❞ ❝ never wound a foe when you can kill him. dead men don’t claim vengeance. ❞ ❝ this is what i wanted, what i worked for. so why does it taste so much like defeat? ❞ ❝ honest men should never need to hide their faces. ❞ ❝ i am not the trusting fool you take me for. ❞ ❝ men’s lives have meaning, not their deaths. ❞ ❝ he’s dead. he won’t bite. ❞ ❝ if this is the price for peace, i pay it willingly. ❞ ❝ it makes me wonder whose side you are on. ❞ ❝ dreams and prophecies. why must they always be in riddles? ❞ ❝ i will not say that you are welcome. nor will i deny that i have hoped that you might come. ❞ ❝ you have the eyes of a wolf and a taste for blood. ❞ ❝ men are mad and gods are madder. ❞ ❝ one war ends, another begins. there is always someone fighting someone somewhere. ❞ ❝ not all risks lead to ruin. ❞ ❝ is there some place with fewer eyes and ears? ❞ ❝ i need you now as i have never needed you before. ❞ ❝ tell me, is there any fight left in you? ❞ ❝ it was the wind that you heard screaming. ❞ ❝ crying? i was not crying. why would i cry? ❞ ❝ are you some butcher of the battlefield, hacking down every man who stands in your way? ❞ ❝ rain. a storm is coming. ❞ ❝ that was simple. simpler than i dared hope. simpler than it should have been. ❞ ❝ see that you do not speak of this. i’ll not have this tale spread. ❞ ❝ how could i be so blind for so long? ❞ ❝ you had a bad dream, that was all. ❞ ❝ are you prepared to defend that boast with sword or lance? ❞ ❝ i will do it. i said i would. i will. ❞ ❝ think that. believe that. tell yourself it’s true. ❞ ❝ you have more enemies than you know. ❞ ❝ i have no heart. i only have a hole. ❞ ❝ it has been too long since i’ve killed a man. ❞ ❝ words are wind. words cannot harm me. ❞ ❝ have you forgotten who i am? ❞ ❝ too many good men died that day. ❞ ❝ it is so good to see your face, your sweet face. ❞ ❝ it is still not too late to abandon this folly. ❞ ❝ i will not stay here to be insulted. ❞

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bugs is making me come back here and add jjk characters

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the candle is her only guide as she half - limps through the twisting hallways...       unlike the roaming hills of warmth she had lived in before,    the castle was cold and dreary   [   the chill wraps around her spine and taps against her tongue,    the sort of ice that wasn’t content until it became a physical organ inside of you   ].        down two hallways that split like a rotten tooth,    the greying walls a too - familiar sight now.    THE MORNING HAS BEGUN:     serving girls hustle past her,    at twice the speed that yua is capable of.     soon enough,    she finds herself in the empty room that doubles as a washroom.     the water is warmed,   quite a feat given their climate.      there is lugging of water,   sacrificing of candles,   the fussing over coals.    the sun is beginning to rise.      she finds herself in the strange land of kiyoko’s bedroom,    ringing a soft bell to wake her.        ‘        you have no appointments today,    kiyoko - san.      you’re welcome to have an easy morning,   if you so wish.   the baths are drawn.        ’        @shimzus

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it’s like being forced to balance on her tip-toes. what she can and can’t say—— in fact , control of her tongue—— along with how she dresses and how she moves isn’t shimizu’s to take. she wears what her handmaiden gives her , listens to the lectures her maesters and septas prepare for her , eat what the chefs in the kitchen downstairs cook for her , and lives as her parents expect her to. perhaps , with yua , there is a bit more freedom—— she can smile and make silly little jokes , even if only she finds them funny—— but they’re not friends. their relationship is still strict and rigid as ever , like these cold stone spires and empty , looming hallways.

“  it’s better,  ”  she answers , parroting the words almost exactly as they have been said to her.  “  lady of the wool-lined cloaks … i suppose that’s my title now. when we have to leave the eyrie in the winter and spend the season with the other lords at the gates of the moon , they’ll only be seeing me in wool.  ”  it’s a joke , though one that shimizu delivers with not a shred of foolishness. she wonders if her handmaiden prefers it down below—— there’s more to do and more people , of course , but it can be bothersome at times , too …

yua laughs,  a tentative little giggle...     usually,  she holds her own tongue.   if you don’t speak,   then you can’t get into trouble.   trouble means a steady whip,   or losing her job,   or losing her life.    a quiet girl who knows her place might be able to live a happy life   --   even if she is just a handmaiden.    in the cold dip of kiyoko’s bedroom,    she is not foolish enough to assume intimacy   [   she tenderly threads the cloak over kiyoko,   her hands smoothing out the fur and the wool until it sits right...     but this is duty,   not intimacy   ].     she would talk to kiyoko in a way she might not address any other noble,  and yet   --   she is worried that her laugh might be taken the wrong way.    perhaps it was not a joke.    perhaps she was not allowed to laugh.   she stops her tongue with her teeth:    she will apologise,  if it’s necessary.

‘     they’re are worse titles to have...      have you heard what they call oikawa - san?   the demon prince.      ’     she does not mean to gossip   --   she already regrets how she has struggled to hold her own tongue.    her eyes are tired as they look away from kiyoko,   prepared to be reprimanded.      ‘    would you like for me to brush your hair?    ’

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ok im working on my last reply. then ive done my duty of being active

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@giiants

“Akaashi’s not my dad! He’s not even my upperclassman! If I wanna bring a cat back, there’s nothing he can do to stop me!” Flaming lies. Akaashi is not his father (thank goodness), and he’s not his upperclassman - but arguably, Bokuto is a pretty poor excuse of an upperclassman, so? It equalises things. Anyway! Kenma agrees with his plan, meaning it’s a good plan, and there is no need to bring Akaashi’s common sense and reasonable ideas into this situation. “Yeah, I saw their office when we arrived at the inn! C’mon, let’s go find that kitty’s parents!” And, because Kenma looks oh so content with the kitty cat perched up on his shoulder? Bokuto conceals a knowing smile and marches ahead without taking the cat back. Even if it is very tempting!

“Maaaaan who would have thought it’d be so hard?” Hunched over himself on a bench outside the inn, Bokuto whines, and Bokuto mopes. As it turns out? The inn’s owners are not the cat’s owners, and even if they have seen it around before? They have no clue where the little fluff ball may live. Same poor luck with the hotel next door, and with the neighbouring shops. Bokuto pouts at nothing, and looks back at the small animal now tucked inside Kenma’s jacket. “What do we do now?” He asks, close to utter defeat. “I know I said I’d bring him back, but imagine it’s really someone else’s cat? What if someone’s worried ‘cause this little guy went missing?” What if it belongs to a child? Aw man, that would be the worst. “You’re good at plans, Ken-ken, right? Tell me you have a plan, ‘cause I’m all out of ideas!”

kenma cocks a brow at bokuto’s rant...     he knows how useful the other is on the court.   when bokuto was at the top of his game,   there was no one quite as focused as he was   [   kenma knew that he was a force to be reckoned with:    it’s what made him so annoying to fight against on the court   ].    but he,  like any other player,   relied on his setter  --  both on and off the court,  apparently.   besides,   akaashi was a rule - follower.    if he saw that there was a mystery cat on the premises,   he’d report it immediately to their coach,   which meant it would perhaps be dealt with more effectively...     but it would leave kenma feeling bored.

as they stand outside,  their plan foiled,  kenma pets the cat’s head...      it mewls and nips,   needy for any attention that comes its way.   a little bit like bokuto in that regard,   then.   he keeps his jacket closed,  letting its little head bump against his chin.   kenma was not an affectionate person   --   but he could make an exception for the cat.   after all,   all it wanted was someone to pet it.     ‘   don’t lose hope yet,    ’    kenma warns.    he doesn’t quite have akaashi’s tenacity for life - changing speeches.       ‘   give me a moment to think...     ’    he reaches out,   petting at bokuto’s bowed head the same way he had with the cat.   it might cheer him up.      ‘    we could walk around and check if there’s any missing cat posters.    it might be nice to see more of this place,  too.   ’

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@giiants

“Akaashi’s not my dad! He’s not even my upperclassman! If I wanna bring a cat back, there’s nothing he can do to stop me!” Flaming lies. Akaashi is not his father (thank goodness), and he’s not his upperclassman - but arguably, Bokuto is a pretty poor excuse of an upperclassman, so? It equalises things. Anyway! Kenma agrees with his plan, meaning it’s a good plan, and there is no need to bring Akaashi’s common sense and reasonable ideas into this situation. “Yeah, I saw their office when we arrived at the inn! C’mon, let’s go find that kitty’s parents!” And, because Kenma looks oh so content with the kitty cat perched up on his shoulder? Bokuto conceals a knowing smile and marches ahead without taking the cat back. Even if it is very tempting!

“Maaaaan who would have thought it’d be so hard?” Hunched over himself on a bench outside the inn, Bokuto whines, and Bokuto mopes. As it turns out? The inn’s owners are not the cat’s owners, and even if they have seen it around before? They have no clue where the little fluff ball may live. Same poor luck with the hotel next door, and with the neighbouring shops. Bokuto pouts at nothing, and looks back at the small animal now tucked inside Kenma’s jacket. “What do we do now?” He asks, close to utter defeat. “I know I said I’d bring him back, but imagine it’s really someone else’s cat? What if someone’s worried ‘cause this little guy went missing?” What if it belongs to a child? Aw man, that would be the worst. “You’re good at plans, Ken-ken, right? Tell me you have a plan, ‘cause I’m all out of ideas!”

kenma cocks a brow at bokuto’s rant...     he knows how useful the other is on the court.   when bokuto was at the top of his game,   there was no one quite as focused as he was   [   kenma knew that he was a force to be reckoned with:    it’s what made him so annoying to fight against on the court   ].    but he,  like any other player,   relied on his setter  --  both on and off the court,  apparently.   besides,   akaashi was a rule - follower.    if he saw that there was a mystery cat on the premises,   he’d report it immediately to their coach,   which meant it would perhaps be dealt with more effectively...     but it would leave kenma feeling bored.

as they stand outside,  their plan foiled,  kenma pets the cat’s head...      it mewls and nips,   needy for any attention that comes its way.   a little bit like bokuto in that regard,   then.   he keeps his jacket closed,  letting its little head bump against his chin.   kenma was not an affectionate person   --   but he could make an exception for the cat.   after all,   all it wanted was someone to pet it.     ‘   don’t lose hope yet,    ’    kenma warns.    he doesn’t quite have akaashi’s tenacity for life - changing speeches.       ‘   give me a moment to think...     ’    he reaches out,   petting at bokuto’s bowed head the same way he had with the cat.   it might cheer him up.      ‘    we could walk around and check if there’s any missing cat posters.    it might be nice to see more of this place,  too.   ’

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There’s a hearty laugh that falls from his lips at her words, though he won’t dispute that she’s cute. He’s not that brave. “Is that the rule? I didn’t realise there was a code…” he hums, lifting shoulders in an easy shrug at the follow up question, wings shifting behind him. “Whatever you like, Hops. I’m billing it to the commission…” A smirk follows those words, lips curving in perhaps a shred more glee than he might feel if the expense were to be charged elsewhere. He figures they owe him, given the amount of hours he’s stacked up this week on the latest case they’ve assigned to him. “Better make it count.”

she likes that they can still make each other laugh...      friendship is rare between heroes,   despite what most people would think.   you spend every waking hour saving people and you eventually start to resent the people that do the same:    what a repetitive life,   seeing the same few faces every single day   [   but she likes to think they’d be friends,   even if they had met outside of the job   --   she’s always been stupidly romantic like that   ].      ‘    hops?   you’re lucky i’m not calling you wings ‘cause of that.     ’     her grin is soft and fond,   lacking the razor - edge that usually comes with it.      ‘    you should take me out right now.     ’

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There’s a hearty laugh that falls from his lips at her words, though he won’t dispute that she’s cute. He’s not that brave. “Is that the rule? I didn’t realise there was a code…” he hums, lifting shoulders in an easy shrug at the follow up question, wings shifting behind him. “Whatever you like, Hops. I’m billing it to the commission…” A smirk follows those words, lips curving in perhaps a shred more glee than he might feel if the expense were to be charged elsewhere. He figures they owe him, given the amount of hours he’s stacked up this week on the latest case they’ve assigned to him. “Better make it count.”

she likes that they can still make each other laugh...      friendship is rare between heroes,   despite what most people would think.   you spend every waking hour saving people and you eventually start to resent the people that do the same:    what a repetitive life,   seeing the same few faces every single day   [   but she likes to think they’d be friends,   even if they had met outside of the job   --   she’s always been stupidly romantic like that   ].      ‘    hops?   you’re lucky i’m not calling you wings ‘cause of that.     ’     her grin is soft and fond,   lacking the razor - edge that usually comes with it.      ‘    you should take me out right now.     ’

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if i could do anything in the whole entire world id make the haikyuu fandom a thousand million times bigger

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todoroki’s answer is downright offensive. aoyama rears their head back, & they neglect to acknowledge a few fundamental truths:

1 ) aoyama doesn’t take selfies as often as they used to. it’s funny, sometimes, to scroll back through their photo library & see old pictures when they were younger & stupider. but nowadays, their face doesn’t feel like their own.

2 ) their offense is unfounded. aoyama has no personal ties a photobooth beyond the fact that they really love the idea of cameras.

3 ) they aren’t close enough friends with todoroki to assert their opinion.

even so, aoyama argues with adamance. ‘ you overestimate the memory. in a few years, you will think : huh. who were those people i studied along ? they were loud. & then you will remember the worst or the best, & the photobooth will help you decide what you will remember. ‘

so grandly, they speak. aoyama presses a hand to their heart & shakes their head in dismay. they won’t forget todoroki’s face, but ——

that’s not the point.

is it ?

todoroki tilts his head to the side...    when aoyama speaks,   he offers his full attention.     they do not talk much together,   though he often sees izuku speaking to the other   [   how does the green - haired boy make friends so easily?    everywhere he looks in 1 - A,      he sees people that izuku has touched on way or another   ].      the photo booth sits patiently behind them,  waiting for a decision.    his brow furrows further  --   his memory is sharp.    he does not imagine it will fade any time soon.      ‘   do you think your memory will be that bad in a few years?    maybe you should go see a doctor   --  especially if you’re already struggling to keep track of your own memories.     maybe the photobooth is necessary...      ’

without another word,  todoroki pushes aside the curtain that separates them from the booth...     inside,   the bench is empty,   the machine beeping happily in an attempt to entice them.       ‘   have you ever been in one of these before?    ’

[diutive]

todoroki’s answer is downright offensive. aoyama rears their head back, & they neglect to acknowledge a few fundamental truths:

1 ) aoyama doesn’t take selfies as often as they used to. it’s funny, sometimes, to scroll back through their photo library & see old pictures when they were younger & stupider. but nowadays, their face doesn’t feel like their own.

2 ) their offense is unfounded. aoyama has no personal ties a photobooth beyond the fact that they really love the idea of cameras.

3 ) they aren’t close enough friends with todoroki to assert their opinion.

even so, aoyama argues with adamance. ‘ you overestimate the memory. in a few years, you will think : huh. who were those people i studied along ? they were loud. & then you will remember the worst or the best, & the photobooth will help you decide what you will remember. ‘

so grandly, they speak. aoyama presses a hand to their heart & shakes their head in dismay. they won’t forget todoroki’s face, but ——

that’s not the point.

is it ?

todoroki tilts his head to the side...    when aoyama speaks,   he offers his full attention.     they do not talk much together,   though he often sees izuku speaking to the other   [   how does the green - haired boy make friends so easily?    everywhere he looks in 1 - A,      he sees people that izuku has touched on way or another   ].      the photo booth sits patiently behind them,  waiting for a decision.    his brow furrows further  --   his memory is sharp.    he does not imagine it will fade any time soon.      ‘   do you think your memory will be that bad in a few years?    maybe you should go see a doctor   --  especially if you’re already struggling to keep track of your own memories.     maybe the photobooth is necessary...      ’

without another word,  todoroki pushes aside the curtain that separates them from the booth...     inside,   the bench is empty,   the machine beeping happily in an attempt to entice them.       ‘   have you ever been in one of these before?    ’

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❛ i can pull whatever face i want! ❜  they huff, pouting indignantly. then, a fidget of the uniform.  ❛ you’re not… just saying that, right? ❜

osamu’s eye roll is legendary...     it is reserved for two people:   thana and atsumu.    ‘   if you think i’d ever waste my time complimenting you,   you’re dumber than...    than my brother.   ’

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❛ i can pull whatever face i want! ❜  they huff, pouting indignantly. then, a fidget of the uniform.  ❛ you’re not… just saying that, right? ❜

osamu’s eye roll is legendary...     it is reserved for two people:   thana and atsumu.    ‘   if you think i’d ever waste my time complimenting you,   you’re dumber than...    than my brother.   ’

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posted a reply... yeah, i’m something of a writer myself... a tumblr rper, even

[pontevoix]

… edward’s cooking skills begin & end with survival: hunting, firing something up, boiling soup. he can survive, can resource, can find the bare minimum to eat everything in sight. sometimes, doing so means that he needs to cast aside pickiness. he can eat charred leaves or boiled shoe if he needs to — but edward refuse on milk, & he will shake his head at whatever concoction winry just put in front of him.

winry can cook. theoretically. she’s been tempting him & al for years with the prospect of her homemade apple pie. but …

maybe that’s a lie.

… in hindsight, granny is the one who usually does the cooking when he visits. as far as edward knows. his brow furrows

‘ eh ? i don’t have time to get a sick. if you’re so certain, then you take the first few bites. ‘

if it’s toxic, then winry already knows. game on —

[diutive]

winry’s eyes narrow into slits.     even when rundown completely with a cold,   edward still found a way to be annoying   [   she would almost consider it impressive,   if she didn’t have to deal with it   --   but because she had somehow taken on the role of caretaker,    it is considered annoying   ].     she perches on the edge of the bed,   bowl in hand.   it warms the edges of her fingers:     she should have brought a blanket or something,   to make herself a little more comfortable,    but she hadn’t wanted to leave him alone for too long.    al would never forgive her if he died.    and if edward was a persistent nuisance,   al was the sweetest side of him.    she loves them both madly.

‘      ah!?     this is the last time i ever do anything nice for you.        ’      she pulls the bowl to her knee and takes a spoonful.     it’s delicious,  of course it is,   and she sticks her tongue at him to show she’s swallowed it.      ‘    you’re not getting any of it now.     ’

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looks at you that implies i’m, like, well. alive.