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but yeah, okay okay. i suppose part of growing up is admitting defeat and looking for a tactical retreat. so for now, i’m offically moving daichi over to my multimuse. i love him, and it breaks my heart to not have him on his dedicated blog. because i love this blog too. i’ve had it for so long and i’ve done SO so much with it.

i don’t know the specifics yet but i’m keeping all the characterization and history from my previous threads, and i’m keeping this blog up as an archive and a one - stop to track everything he’s done and how he’s changed. in time i may come back too, if i find i can handle multiple blogs. but for now, at least, i know that i just want to write and to do that, i have to keep everything in one place that i can maintain without jumping around.

thanks, all !!

#( ooc. )

me: haha i’m never moving daichi i love this blog too much

me like two seconds later: oops ??

but yeah, okay okay. i suppose part of growing up is admitting defeat and looking for a tactical retreat. so for now, i’m offically moving daichi over to my multimuse. i love him, and it breaks my heart to not have him on his dedicated blog. because i love this blog too. i’ve had it for so long and i’ve done SO so much with it.

i don’t know the specifics yet but i’m keeping all the characterization and history from my previous threads, and i’m keeping this blog up as an archive and a one - stop to track everything he’s done and how he’s changed. in time i may come back too, if i find i can handle multiple blogs. but for now, at least, i know that i just want to write and to do that, i have to keep everything in one place that i can maintain without jumping around.

thanks, all !!

#( ooc. )

dramatically flops over the side of a couch & sighs abt ballet au

#( ooc. )#look @ all my struggles #look @ this world i live in #where i'm not writing daichi as a company pianist #thru all fault of my own #LOOK @ IT

madefate-a

the consolidated collection.

a multimuse independent rp. by claire

#( self promo. )#catch me @ here #& ill hop back on volleydad later #rihannawinking.gif

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#✘ ▏◤ ❝ f l y ❞ ◥#queue

madefate-a

the consolidated collection.

a multimuse independent rp. by claire

#( self promo. )#okay SO #daichi's staying on foundction #this boy never moving #but almost all of my other active / semi active muses #are moving here #figured i'd throw it out on the dash

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#✘ ▏◤ ❝ f l y ❞ ◥#queue

“Looks like you have a secret admirer, Sawamura~!”

>> short prompts. accepting

He doesn’t answer at first, choosing instead to quirk a brow at Oikawa, then to turn his attention to the little fortune that has been left on his bag. Truth be told ( or not, as the case may be ) he hadn’t been the first to notice it. He hadn’t even seen it until his attention had been drawn. The little red tag is innocent enough, the way it sits so neatly and lightly, but he still approaches it with caution.

❛ Hunh. ❜

He moves almost like he’s braced for something -- what, he can’t say. Any way you slice it, there’s nothing objectively suspicious about the presence of a good luck charm except for the fact that it shouldn’t be there to begin with. But then, the unknown is a powerful thing and he’s thorough as he picks it up and examines every line and angle.

No name, no note -- teammate? Friend? Fan? All seem more probable than the suggestion of secret admirer. That, at least, he can dismiss with confidence. It’s enough to brace him, help him erase any hint of confusion or lost balance from his expression.

( it grates at him, if only a little, to be so open in emotion -- particularly when that emotion is perplexity. the prickling nerves in his stomach settle almost entirely when he lands on the groundedness he needs to fake his way through a reasonable answer. )

❛ It’s for the team, ❜ he replies evenly, meeting Oikawa’s gaze with stability -- and maybe just a hint of challenge.

#( ic. )#( answered. )#secret admirers? in my gymnasium?#nobilissiregis

"daichiii." noya manages to wiggle under the blanket without pulling it from over daichi's head, pressing up against his side in the darkness of it, his voice sleepy and - a little pained. "are you as hungover as i am?" it'd be distinctly unfair if he wasn't, not that noya actually wants him to feel as awful as he does.

His current thought process swings closest to nnnnngh. Which, to be fair, is fairly close to how his mind usually works when trapped within any degree of sleep. So for a few moments he lets the whole process of swimming back into awareness just happen -- there’s no point in rushing something that refuses to be rushed, even in the best of times.

But at least he knows that he’s with Noya, and at least he knows that Noya knows him. He doesn’t think twice before burying his face more deeply into his pillow, thoroughly blocking any errant beam of light or other outside stimulus. How he’s breathing is a mystery for another day. For now he can’t do much beyond wait for cognition to kick back in.

Thought comes before speech, so he figures out the answer before he can say it. And that answer is -- probably not. He knows his tolerance level and even overindulging’s not going to result in as bad of a hangover, particularly not when he has the mass to absorb it. And the fact that he’s not the one prone to headaches as a rule of thumb. He’s feeling it, of course, but his difficulties are more in the realm of sleep addledness.

The answer he gives is, ❛ Mmph. ❜ ( never let it be said that Daichi is not eloquent in every moment. )

Well, actions speak louder. Without divorcing too much of his face from the stacked pillows, he pushes himself into the closest thing he can manage to turning onto his side, reaches out, and drapes one arm across Noya’s back. It conveniently places his hand in the perfect position to run his fingers through Noya’s hair and seek out the pressure points where he knows leftover pain will linger.

❛ Ghhback. ❜ Hopefully Noya can translate the very well spoken command of go back to bed.

#( ic. )#( answered. )#hahaha remember that time i replied to ur ask three years late w/o starbucks #guardianofcrows

“There’s a huge-ass spider on the ceiling.”

>> short prompts. accepting

Yes, yes there is.

He’s never thought of himself as particularly cowardly; unremarkable, sure, but largely unafraid as well. And he’s not scared – there’s nothing objectively frightening about anything that can’t actually hurt you. ( he’s… pretty sure that spiders fall under that category. mostly sure. very sure. even when they’re about as big as his palm and clinging to the high gym ceiling. )

But something he is is practical. And the practical solution is –

❛ Let’s just – hey, look, that court’s freed up. ❜

Pick your battles, they say. Sound advice ! Something he can certainly follow. He nods with his chin, waiting only a moment before using natural momentum to guide them away.

#✘ ▏◤ v: ❝ how do you rebound? you trust. ❞ ◥#( ic. )#( answered. )#NOT TODAY #wallxfcker

“Stop yelling at me!”

>> short prompts. accepting

❛ I’m not yelling ! ❜

If he hears the juxtaposition between what he’s saying and the way the words are rough hewn and jagged – if not yelling, then at least irritated all the way through – he doesn’t show it. His expression doesn’t change, but he can feel its hardness almost like it’s someone else.

He recognizes that he’s being unfair. No matter the circumstances, it’s objectively not great of him. He knows that, but knowledge and feeling are two different things and at the moment he can’t sense beyond the suffocating coating of ire that starts at his skin and sinks down, talons hooking curved points into bones. Part of him wants to turn it off, but no matter how loud the desire he can’t find the switch.

( no wonder his reputation usually includes the asterisk, terrifying. )

❛ Sorry. ❜ It tastes like coarsely ground glass in his throat. Not helping. ❛ Not at you. ❜ That, at least, is true. Which doesn’t mean it’s not still a failing; intention hardly matters when the result is that he’s aiming every waspish thought and piercing word at his best friend.

God, one day he’s going to have to learn to stamp out all of it – he’s going to have to smooth every edge that juts out past its borders, prune every thorny branch. Maybe then he’ll be worthy of the responsibility he’s been handed, and able to use it as it should be used.

❛ You should head out. I’ll be – done soon anyway. ❜

#( ic. )#( answered. )#effodiiunt #me: oh haha i can make this silly & fun #me: or ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)#✘ ▏◤ v: ❝ how do you continue? you hope. ❞ ◥#o god i was trying to figure out what verse and i #it's pre canon it's suffering second years b y e i hate myself

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