An Itachitachi sort of day

Call me Itachi. Sex-positive, open, cis, asexual. Tolerance and consent are important to me. (So is switching.) Enneagram 9 and INFP, if that means things to you :) Find my fanworks on my itachific tag or at AO3. Fanworks of fanworks policy is here (hint: yay!) Currently - Daiya no Ace :D Previously - Yuri!!! on Ice, Haikyuu!!, GSNK, Kuroko no Basuke, Pacific Rim, Teen Wolf, Vikings, Merlin, Arashi, Tenipuri, YYH, and assorted miscellany. :) Always: classic pokemon, shounen anime, color, cats, ace-poly-multishipper talk, happiness. I started fandom in like 2002 or something man I have a pretty things blog. Happy munching!

[sadclowncentral]

seething about the fact that i will never experience photosynthesis in my own useless cells. i bet it feels so good when the light of the sun both warms you and fuels you at the same time. a bone-deep satisfaction mixed with a heated sugar-rush and endless brightness. not that i would fucking know

[cosplayinamerica]

I remember seeing so many people making their own interpretations of all their favorite characters and I was just in awe of all the creativity, it’s amazing! I just decided if everyone can do that, why can’t I make two different things I love, my culture and Sailor Moon, into one? It just felt like the perfect idea, especially in this political climate, to introduce people who are not familiar with Mexican culture to see how beautiful it is.

I used an old Folklorico dress as reference and looked up many “how to” videos but I also researched many dresses from various places in Mexico. I decided to not use as much fabric as a traditional dress even with that decision my skirt used over 12 yards of fabric! The hardest part was figuring out how to implement Usagi’s accessories, like what can stay the same or what needed to be redesigned in Folklorico style. I also had Sailor Moon playing in the background as I was working and I like to think that helped a lot as I worked.

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[ringneckedpheasant]

I am always saying this during museum visits

[itachitachi]

WIP tag game for @flammablehat: i'll help you scratch his back

this is indeed, exactly how it sounds, some form of a threesome. specifically it is a continuation-slash-alternate-pov of my haikyuu fic our private spectacle (bokuto/kuroo fwb spirals into akaashi/bokuto), which I had ended on an author's note of "does the trajectory of this story lead to threesome????" the intent was yes, partially.

I liked that everyone in the original story was cool with and a bit flirtatious with each other, even if akaashi's interest was mainly in bokuto. this second part is from kuroo's perspective, in which he remains good-friends-with-benefits with bokuto, but is also intrigued by akaashi's general mystique and closed off demeanor. however, as I was writing, I realized that writing scenes with three people is hard enough, and do I really want to write a threesome?? I'm stuck, and not sure where I want things to go. it feels like it's mainly about vibes.

...

"I can't believe you have a copy of Ninja War 4," Bokuto says, poking around in a pile of Kenma's things on Kuroo's floor. "We're definitely playing that after we finish doing… stuff."

"Stop it with the stuff, stuff, man," Kuroo says, toppling back into a sprawl on the bed.

"What else am I supposed to call it then?" Bokuto asks. "It's not like I know what we're going to do."

Kuroo can feel Bokuto glance across his body, eyes piercing. He tips his chin to a good angle, playing it up to cover his nerves. "We can pick up where we left off back then, if you want," he says, and taps a finger against his lower lip.

"Maybe? I just," Bokuto starts, before abruptly diving onto the bed after him. "I'm dying! Akaashi didn't fuck me, I've been dreaming about it. I can't stop thinking about it, I want it so bad."

"So you want me to replace the Akaashi of your dreams, and fuck you," Kuroo says. It's not a hard sell.

"Yes!" Bokuto says. "About the fucking. You should be you though, not Akaashi."

Kuroo props himself up on an elbow and feels Bokuto's abs through his shirt. Runs his hands slowly lower, lower.

"You should—" Bokuto wriggles, leans up to pull his shirt abruptly off. "We should have like, real sex. We're in a bed, so you should fuck me kind of hard. We can be loud, right? Let's do it, like, the way we can't if we're at training camp."

"Are you sure? Maybe I'll ruin you for Akaashi," Kuroo says.

Bokuto laughs in his face.

[micewithknives]

I let myself rest and now I'm daydreaming about academia and academic research and writing again

[micewithknives]

Guys I'm getting some very mixed messaging here

[krindor]

academia perfec t size to put human in to learn! inside very good and learn human get smart put human in academia. put human in academia. no problems ever in academia because no stress and support for human mind in big human head. academia yes a place for human put human in academia can trust college for giveing good brain to human. friend college.

[porterr-robinson]

v.2

[usedtobehmc]

If I ever don’t reblog this, you can assume I’m dead. It’s just pure, sound-design gold.

The cuts, the slow ramp-ups, how it matches his dance moves.

MWAH.

[kaworin]

[surfdog2000]

what th

[vampireapologist-archive-deacti]

I’VE BEEN TRYING TO find this again for THREE YEARS but once Free! came out I couldn’t google ANIME SWIMMING CLIP ANYMORE

[tierradelatrasero]

This is such a god damn amazing piece of animation

[justatechnowizard]

[chazzfox]

Oh myfdb c

[crownquill]

I have a cryptic need to reblog this as much as possible

[kwermaid28]

Are we gonna ignore the sounds this man is making

[marumicore]

The transition at the end is SENDING ME

[cursmudgeon]

The guy who animated this is Mistuo Iso, the same person who did most of the Asuka’s fight against the mass produced EVAs in End of Evangelion. People often assume that comedy scenes are easier to animate than more dramatic action but I always think of this scene as proof that interesting dynamic animation can be the thing that pushes a joke from serviceable to an all time classic.

[pipsqueak317]

every time i cross this post i cackle hysterically for a few moments

[viawiaaa]

first day of swim season core

[itachitachi]

WIP tag game for @polytropic-liar: like baseball for chocolate

when i was first getting into Daiya no Ace, I immediately clocked this particular character who I could perhaps describe as "a flighty troll, highly intense and competent in the game, rarely willing to engage in emotional vulnerability in regular life... and who is canonically a good cook!" (yes, it's Miyuki Kazuya. i'm very annoyed at how compelling i find him.)

i've always really, really wanted to write magical realism, so i thought: what a perfect constellation of features for a like water for chocolate story!!! my dream. for those not familiar with this book, a key aspect is that a chef's strong emotions when cooking can have effects, on the food and and the people who eat it and on the physical world. must note that i was highly inspired by this one piece fic that i read long long ago.

so I have done a bunch of researching seasonal japanese food. i get to write about food (which i love) and i get to play with emotions demanding recognition (which i love even more). i'm not sure if it has a plot or if i can get away with it just being for the vibes. is there a romance??? probably. in short, fic is under construction. here's a bit:

...

"Holy shit," Kuramochi says.

"See! I told you!" Sawamura shouts, although his face is equally dumbfounded. Maybe more, because he's dumber.

"All done," Kazuya says, as he sets his steaming tray down. "Now go ahead and fight each other for the rest, if you really want it."

Sawamura doesn't need to be told twice, and darts to the kitchen to serve himself. Kuramochi stays behind, squinting at Kazuya like this is some kind of trick. "You're the real Miyuki right?" he says. "I think someone else might have come back from the hospital instead."

"Careful, say any more like that and I might think that you're the type that would miss me," Kazuya says.

"Not a chance," says Kuramochi, and twirls on his heel to join Sawamura in the kitchen.

There's some amount of bickering in there that Kazuya ignores in favor of his meal. The flavor is rich enough that he barely pays any mind when they come back, both sitting together across from him. Nikujaga is for comfort.

"Whoa," Kuramochi says, with his first bite.

Sawamura only moans loudly, halfway indecent about it.

Nikujaga is for comfort, and yet…

Eating it now, with these two nosy idiots, should be some kind of comforting too, shouldn't it? The beef is just the right tenderness, the potato and carrot cooked through but not falling apart, just the right texture to gives the stew some body, just what Kazuya had hoped for. The broth is salty-savory-sweet, hot beef fat coating his tongue. But regardless of all that, the cooking of it had been tense, and that tension remains in him, tightening the muscles of his neck. His body feels stiff. It's like for the first time since hearing the diagnosis, he's actually feeling it sink in.

It's completely silent, except for the sound of utensils and chewing. The room is warm, like the three of them are simmering together.

"If it's good enough to make even you two shut up…" Kazuya says after a few minutes. He knows what his food tastes like, but he's only really cooked for himself and his dad before.

When he looks up, Sawamura is glaring directly at Kazuya. He takes another bite, chewing forcefully without breaking eye contact. He's got tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Are you crying?" Kazuya asks, bewildered.

"I'm frustrated!" Sawamura yells, mouth still full.

"Why…?" Kazuya asks. "Is it… bad?"

[everythingfox]

No more wrinkles, smooth body smooth brain

[itachitachi]

WIP TAG GAME!

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Tag as many people as you have wips. People send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! 

this is what I could find! thanks so much @polytropic-liar for the tag, this is an exciting game and adsjf me of all people.

i'll help you scratch his back

maybe i('m) just like you

kiss me kenma

asexual kyoutani

camboy

accidental epistolary

guanghong's dream adventure

kiri genderswap

like baseball for chocolate

bottom miyuki????

ball game

several of these are stuck and never going anywhere, several i'm actively working on. and a few are little gems that i'd totally forgotten about!

i literally can't tag 12 people aaaa! here's a dumb tiny list: @foreverairling @regent-of-chaos @theladyragnell @samyazaz @toomanyschwas @flammablehat for any given one of you i'm not necessarily sure if you are a) here, b) writing, c) cool with me tagging you in random games???? but know that ilu regardless aaa. if i have not tagged you but see this and want to share, please just do it and also say hi to me, i've been away for a long time and am sometimes still confused who is who now that everyone's shifted fandoms :[

[rnbwtrout]

Hello fish nation, please enjoy some silly gouache fish paintings

[eightbitpale]

fish!!

[writing-official]

[itachitachi]

why do i despise mukai taiyou but adore wakabayashi gou?

bowl cut superiority

put that tongue back where it came from, you nasty, nasty boy

cry! cry! cry! *sips delicious tears*

underdog narrative

"gou-chan"????? i'm weak

false

Voting ended onFeb 23, 2025

after all on the face of it, they seem kinda similar.

[tealfling]

SORCERER'S SUNDAY!

WILD MAGIC SURGE! Spin the wheel.

How's your day going?

This is the best!

Not too bad, I could work with this.

Help, it's again

This is bad.

REALLY BAD

I think I died?

Voting ended onFeb 23, 2025

[sidecast-text]

incredibly elaborate bit me and @iclimbtreestofeelalive came up with while i was playing pokemon Y iii couldn't pick if i should put this on the art blog but whateverr hello if you scrolled down this far sorry for the long post okay i love you

[itachitachi]

wip wednesday

it's still wednesday somewhere, so here are some words that i drafted on paper today (because sometimes thoughts flow easier on paper even though i was supposed to be skipping this scene??? ok whatever at least it's words)

daiya no ace, miyuki/sawamura. explicit, a/b/o (in particular, o/o), making out, frottage. still no idea where this will end up. but i am serious writer with Themes in mind. currently 7-9k.

He sits on the bed next to Kazuya, and Kazuya is glad the lights are out — he can feel free to look as much as he wants, even if he can't see Sawamura that well. Sawamura doesn't hesitate again, only reaches out for him. He touches Kazuya's shoulders, bumps his hand against his face, searching for his lips.

The heat room is well insulated; it traps scent in. Kazuya's mouth is watering before Sawamura even kisses him. He imagines he can smell heat in the air around them, but it's just his memory of the last time he was in this room, out of his mind, desperate.

At this moment, he's free of it, though the longer they kiss the crazier he feels. He keeps trying to break away to breathe but Sawamura follows him greedily with his mouth, kissing at Kazuya's lips even when he doesn't kiss back, mouthing at the edge of Kazuya's jaw when he turns to the side to breathe. Each time Kazuya finishes gasping in new air, something about Sawamura's energy draws him to seek out one more round, to try to suck something out of him the way Kazuya feels drawn out.

Unlike every other time he's been in this room, Kazuya feels supremely relaxed. Sawamura doesn't hold himself back, and doesn't try to be impersonal about it; he presses his weight into Kazuya's chest, gripping at his arms, but doesn't try to push him down. His smell is just right: not irritating, but not neutral either. He smells like himself, warm and rich, almost edible, like Kazuya could breathe him in forever and not go hungry.

They're wasting time. No matter what Kazuya had said, they don't really have all night.

He leans back. He pulls Sawamura closer in, between his thighs. Sawamura follows his lead enthusiastically, not letting a crack of air between them. He falls full against Kazuya's chest, knocks against his glasses. He rubs their cheeks together, their lips together, their groins together.

Kazuya moans loudly before he can stop himself. The feeling of Sawamura's weight against his cock is a spike of bright pleasure, but more than that, he hadn't realized how incredibly slick he had gotten until Sawamura had shifted them together.

He's embarrassed that a noise like that had come out of his mouth, but Sawamura doesn't say anything. He's only breathing loudly, paused on top of Kazuya. It's unnerving how he hasn't said anything.

"Keep going," Kazuya says, quiet. He tucks his hands under the bottom of Sawamura's shirt, searching for the skin of his back.

Sawamura breathes in even louder, as if to brace himself, then shifts forward, lifts a little, and jams his knee between Kazuya's legs. It hits exactly the right place, where Kazuya is sensitive and aching, slick and starting to drip. The pressure makes him gasp, makes his hands freeze and claw into Sawamura's skin. He wants more, he wants—

"Miyuki-senpai, how do you usually jerk off?" Sawamura asks. "Outside, or — inside?"

"Does it matter?" Kazuya asks. When Sawamura doesn't answer, or keep moving, he sighs and says, "Outside." It's way easier, quieter, cleaner… basically more efficient in every way.

"If — if you really want to practice for heat, then inside would be better," Sawamura says.

It sounds like another piece of his weird sex trivia, but also lodges in Kazuya's mind like a plain fact. The thought of any part of Sawamura coming anywhere near inside him makes him clench and push back a little against Sawamura's knee. He feels too slick, too wild, like he wants it too much.

"Next time," he says roughly. "For now let's just…" He wraps his arms around Sawamura's back, wanting him closer.

"Okay," Sawamura says, too eagerly, and ducks back down to smash their wet lips together again.

He scrambles Kazuya's brain with nothing but friction. Kazuya comes more easily than he ever would have thought, but that's not even what scrambles him so badly, as good as it feels — it's the friction of Sawamura grinding back on his thigh afterward, as Kazuya just lies there panting and trying to make out the dark shape of him. It's the way Kazuya can feel from the cling of his sweats that Sawamura is just as wet as he is, just as into this. As if the thick richness of his smell isn't clue enough. It has a new tang to it now, something that reminds him of the bitter skin of some dark berry.

[itachitachi]

why do i despise mukai taiyou but adore wakabayashi gou?

bowl cut superiority

put that tongue back where it came from, you nasty, nasty boy

cry! cry! cry! *sips delicious tears*

underdog narrative

"gou-chan"????? i'm weak

false

Voting ended onFeb 23, 2025

after all on the face of it, they seem kinda similar.