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yo so i finally graduated from high school a month ago //throws confetti
i think im gonna put tsukki on semi hiatus. ill explain a little bit more bellow.
meet the blogger;
basics: name: janelle nickname: janjan, jan where do you live: san antonio, tx favourite color(s): ive been into maroon recently hair length: mid back?? idk all i know is theres too much of it hair color: faded maroonish purple eye color: brown siblings: none (thankfully) current profession: student area of work/study: i just wanna make money tbh but i guess being a graphic designer would be awesome are you under 18: soon do you live at home: yes music genre: dubstep, metal, pop punk. movie genre: hmu with that suspense pls this or that: bold your answer… are you: single or taken? are you: short or tall? are you: shy (at first), loud, friendly, quiet or avoidable? are you: atheist, wiccan, christian, satanic, catholic, jewish, muslim, mormon, jehovah’s witness, or not sure what you believe? does your future profession have anything to do with: medicine, law, children, animals, or entertainment (hopefully)? do your fears include: commitment, heights, death, needles, the dark, or thunder? do you: laugh or stutter when you’re nervous? do you: chew on pens, bite your nails or shake your leg? do you: want piercings or tattoos? do you: want to get married eventually, never want to get married or not know if you want to get married? do you: want children eventually, never want children or not know if you want children? have you ever: kissed someone who’s name begins with an e, t, I, j, m, or d have you ever: smoked a cigarette, smoked a cigar, or done drugs? would you rather: live in the country or the city? personal: ever dyed your hair: every chance i get are you in love: no does someone like you: a fuckboi or two possibly last time you really cried: its been a good minute last person you texted: my mama!! ! \(- v -)/ last call to your phone: mama eue last text message sent to a friend: OH FUCK NO have you kissed anyone in the last 31 days: does my mom count (cue audience laughter) who can you go to with your problems: yknow that comedian john mulaney? he once said “i’ll keep all my emotions right here-- (gestures to chest) and then one day, i’ll die.” ever cheated: no ever been cheated on: no bc i dont give these bitches the chance hOLAAAA do you like your body: im thic af. ngl my body positiviety flucates like san antonio weather-- so a lot favourite quote: "eat a healthy breakfast so you can run from the cops” - wikihow
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WHAT ELEMENT ARE YOU?
You are EARTH.
People of the Earth element are hardworking, genuine and determined. You know what needs to get done. You know how to get a good life, and you need to earn it. You have a powerful heart and an appreciation for the smaller things. You could stand to be a bit less rigid and take a breath once in a while. If you keep pushing forward without a rest you'll come off intimidating to others. That aside, you are sturdy and self efficient and make a reliable ally.
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TAGGING: @frozichor, @ofpiero, @goshimu. and @umesan ! feel free to say i tagged you if you wanna do it!
veruina:
Yamaguchi balls the injured hand into a fist, hoping to SOOTHE the pain with a bit of pressure. It stings But’s it’s better than allowing himself to bleed freely ( especially with Isamu coming down from his blood-lusting haze ). He trusts Isamu But he doesn’t want to cause him any more TROUBLE than he already has. Guilt bubbles from the pits of his stomach ; visibly displaying with brows furrowed && lips curving in a slight frown.
The PAIN doesn’t even matter to him anymore. A band-aid ( maybe stitches ) could solve this Tylenol too. He just hopes that this FRIENDSHIP isn’t causing too much inconvenience.
All he can do is sigh harshly, his last bit of anxiety escaping as he regains a composure lost a mile or so back. Along with his book bag he’d NEED to search for later. By some miracle, it would still be there in the morning. He limbs towards the spot where he had fallen, picking up his phone with a now busted screen. An expense he’d much rather pay than lose his life So he shouldn’t be TOO UPSET. Annoyed, perhaps, but not sullen. Thankfully, it looked like the phone wasn’t too terribly damaged expect for the screen. Keys, wallet… Everything else had remained safely in his jacket pocket.
❛❛ My apartment isn’t that far. Maybe another half mile. I ALMOST made it. ❜❜
Although, he DOUBTS that his meager apartment would have provided much safety if a Ghoul had decided to chase after him && eat him. Yamaguchi scoffs at his own foolishness, thinking that he could outrun such a being With strength && speed on another level than he was altogether ( granted his athleticism was probably below average in human standards anyway ).
The night is so much more quiet without the sound of DEATH filling the streets with its pleading cries. && the silence doesn’t sit well with him, as if someone is listening in on their PRIVATE CONVERSATION. He beckons, hand motioning for Isamu to follow. Given his slowed paced && limp, it’ll take the two a good minute or so to actually reach the sanctity of his home. His breathing is labored ; it take entirely too much effort to walk on a busted leg. He wouldn’t ask Isamu to HELP HIM Still feeling guilty for even needing help in the first place.
❛❛ My apartment is a little cluttered right now since I’ve been STUDYING most of the week. I hope you don’t mind the mess. I can make us some coffee too. You like to DRINK coffee, right ?? ❜❜ It’s an offering to make up for his shortcomings ( && maybe an INCENTIVE for Isamu to answer more of his many questions ). The rest of the walk is silent, disquiet building with each step as he fears someone will stumble across them. It would certainly be SUSPICIOUS seeing as Yamaguchi’s appearance is anything but disheveled Also Isamu’s clothing ripped && stained with blood. Getting there as QUICKLY AS POSSIBLE is of great importance ; simply to keep this Ghoul out of the public’s eye ( maybe dress the biting lesions decorating his skin ).
FINALLY, the apartment is in view. Their silent walk coming to an end sooner than he thought. The stairs make it a little difficult to reach but the door’s finally before them. Yamaguchi fumbles for his keys, rushing to jam it into the lock so that he can reveal in the sweet embrace of his home’s warmth && solace. A bath would be nice too, seeing as his life or death escapade made him perspire more than he would have liked. He’ll WAIT on that At least until they’ve settled in && Isamu’s comfortable. Maybe he’d want a bath as well. The door opens && the familiar, welcoming scent of lavender from his candle immediately calms him.
Yamaguchi’s also thankful that it doesn’t smell overly of last night’s leftovers scraped into garbage that desperately needed to be emptied. Stepping to the side, he allots room for his GUEST to enter, nodding && gesturing to the entryway.
❛❛ I can TRY to get the blood out of your clothes. In the meantime, would you like to borrow my sweats ?? Mm They might be a bit small on you… ❜❜ He doesn’t pause to take off his shoes, simply slipping them off before slinking into his kitchen to BREW A CUP of coffee ( the good kind Something more enjoyable for Isamu ). Even if Isamu didn’t need the cup of coffee, Yamaguchi did. The added aroma of the beans helps him forget the stench of blood from the dead Ghoul.
Questions still plague him But he doesn’t want to bombard Isamu with endless questions just yet. At least not until they’ve fully settled in && calmed. Even then, Yamaguchi’s not even sure he can stomach the answers. There’s so much he doesn’t know. A WHOLE WORLD that he’s ignorant about but has so much interest in. His gaze stays trained on the coffee pot, teeth digging into his bottom lip. He’s fully aware how much of a NUISANCE these questions may present to Isamu. But he can’t help but want to learn. In his absentminded thought, he bumps his wounded knee against the counter, hissing in pain. He’d almost forgotten about his own needs in worrying about Isamu && his racing thoughts. The first aid kit is in his bathroom atop of the highest shelf. A GROAN bubbles up from his chest with the sudden realization.
❛❛ S-Sorry to ask but can you get my first aid kit from my bathroom ?? I can’t really REACH IT like this… ❜❜
Tsukishima sighed mentally at Yamaguchi’s proposition, relief practically washing over his shoulders as the muscles loosened from their prior tensed state. He wouldn’t say it out loud-- but he didn’t trust Yamaguchi. He couldn’t trust a human with the coordinates of his home, it was too risky. Tsukishima had successfully been in hiding for nearly eight years-- he couldn’t let that be washed down the drain by allowing his address to be leaked. Tsukishima barely knew this human; the only thing he knew was that the damn thing was physically out of shape. Who knew if the same applied to its mental strength? What if he was kidnapped by the CCG and interrogated?
In short-- he was extremely grateful that Yamaguchi had offered to house them both within his own abode. Tsukishima was well aware of Yamaguchi’s attempts to draw responses from him, though he wasn’t really interested in conversing with the human. You may ask, why are you still following him, then? Tsukishima had a very, very valid reason for doing so. They were still relatively deep within Tsukishima’s hunting grounds, and it was near impossible to predict another attack. Not to mention, in Yamaguchi’s current condition, he would not survive another Ghoul attack.
Tsukishima spared the human a glance, watching as the pitiful thing took agonizingly slow steps, dragging its wounded leg behind him slightly. He nearly scooped Yamaguchi up in favor of speeding up their journey, though he could practically smell the guilt radiating off of the human. Thus, Tsukishima allowed the shorter male to limp.
They traveled in silence, the distance from the crime scene and Yamaguchi’s home being relatively short-- Tsukishima noting a few random landmarks for future reference, all the while keeping his eyes on Yamaguchi. It still baffled him how a human could be so-- accepting. Not everyone would be able to turn a blind eye to a creature that killed for a living, and still treat them with such benevolence. Tsukishima wanted to lie and say it made him sick to his stomach, but deep down, he was grateful.
He scrunched his nose at the mention of coffee. While yes, he did enjoy coffee-- as it was the only human food he could indulge in-- being offered a drink meant waiting for said beverage to be prepared. Waiting led to awkward silence or-- talking. He cringed.
Once they arrived at their destination, Tsukishima let his eyes wander, taking in what Yamaguchi called home. It reeked. He could tell there was some effort to mask the unpleasant scent of day old food-- and although he’d trained himself to eat like a human, the smell of their food was something he could never get used to. Nauseating wasn’t enough to describe how it made his stomach convulse, the need to retch up what little he’d eaten today nearly just as strong as the repulsive scent of food. Aside from the stench, the small flat seems to be quite cozy, albeit a little messy like Yamaguchi had warned.
Tsukishima stood at the threshold, lips pursed as he pondered stepping inside. Yamaguchi had vanished without inviting him inside, an action that spoke for itself. He trusted Tsukishima.
That sickening sensation of wanting to vomit crept back up Tsukishima’s throat.
Yamaguchi’s voice reverberated through his home, floating into Tsukishima’s ears with ease whereas another human would have had to strain their hearing to pick up on the male’s soft tenor. Yamaguchi was too kind-- too trusting. Did he not realize Tsukishima could snap at any moment and devour him? Maybe he wanted to disregard that fact. That was the only rational excuse for his easygoing behavior. Tsukishima took the meager step forward that separated him from the outside and Yamaguchi’s home, reaching behind himself to close and lock the door, an action he performed with hesitance. He debated leaving his shoes on to hint his impending departure, though when the rich scent of brewing coffee beans hit his nostrils, Tsukishima bit his lip. It seemed he was too late to refuse the humans offer; as it would be rude to leave now. With a barely contained irritated sigh, he flings his shoes off uncaringly, before using his feet to straighten them into a neater position.
Realizing he hadn’t spoken yet, Tsukishima rushed to remember what he’d been asked, stepping into what seemed to be the kitchen. “--Oh.” He blurts, blinking down at his bloodied jeans. Splats of red adorn the fabric near his calves, though the thick liquid has already settled, becoming crusty and brown hued. “Don’t worry about it. It’s not that hard to get blood out of clothes. You just have to--...” He trails off, uncertain as to why Yamaguchi needs to know that he’s washed enough blood out of his clothes to know how to do it efficiently. “--...Nevermind.”
Tsukishima watches perplexity cross Yamaguchi’s features, though just as he opens his mouth to question the human, it speaks, relaying its inner turmoil. Its amusing enough to see the same hesitance Tsukishima had felt earlier, though he was slightly peeved at being asked to fetch an item for the human. He scoffed, though complied, nodding silently before turning to a dimly lit hallway. There were two doors, one of them being the bathroom if Tsukishima’s assumptions were correct. He guesses, opening the door to his right, a sigh of relief leaving him when he spots the glossy tile of the bathroom floor and a sink. He really didn’t want to intrude on something as personal as Yamaguchi’s room.
His return was delayed due to the fact that he had little to go off on the whereabouts of the first aid kit. The only clue he’d been given was that it was most likely somewhere high, given the fact that with Yamaguchi’s condition, he was unable to retrieve the kit. After locating the item, Tsukishima returned, an annoyed tick pulsing above his brow. Yamaguchi was struggling to stand, still in the process of preparing the coffee. It was obvious by how his ankles and knees shook that his body wanted to collapse on itself; incapable of holding its own weight.
This guy was a pain in the ass…
“Jesus Christ, just sit down.” Tsukishima’s words come out harsher than intended, though he doesn’t stop there, pulling out a chair before placing the first aid kit on the table beside it. “You can worry about the coffee after we get you to stop bleeding.” He’s growling by the time he finishes his sentence, annoyance radiating off his form. Tsukishima tears the box open with more force than necessary, sifting through it with deft fingers in search of the items he’d need to bandage Yamaguchi’s wounds. Speaking of the human, Tsukishima peers at it through his peripheral, sucking his teeth when Yamaguchi made no move to follow his instructions.
“It's not necessarily easy watching you waste blood-- I might just go berserk if you don’t hurry up.”
a not-so-quick yams for my wifey <3
veruina:
lunesoldat:
irlsupergirl-Today at 2:51 PM OK BUT YEAH ?? i love and hate twilight all at the same time. i thirst for vampires and werewolves ( but not in the furry way yfeel ) janjan-Today at 2:52 PM its ok if youre a furry kars
WHY M UST U DO THIS TO ME
veruina:
lunesoldat replied to your post
a gay furry
m not a furry. just gay.
irlsupergirl-Today at 2:51 PM OK BUT YEAH ?? i love and hate twilight all at the same time. i thirst for vampires and werewolves ( but not in the furry way yfeel ) janjan-Today at 2:52 PM its ok if youre a furry kars
OTPs (in no particular order): Tsukishima Kei & Yamaguchi Tadashi
““How many did you miss?” Go on, say it to me. I only managed to stop one single spike. We played five whole sets. I’m so un―”
“I can think of a lot of words, but uncool definitely isn’t one of them!”
is there any haikyuu blogs you'd like to see more of?
for sure i’d love to see more ennoshita’s! i love him he’s a fucking sass machine from hell
WOW GOD DAMN TSUKISHIMA CAN DRESS
Let’s appreciate:
-his layering a white vest/sweater over a black turtle neck
-army green bomber jacket that has been popular recently (note the contrasting orange interior)
-slim ankle length black pants
-black low quarter oxfords
hello im here like for a starter or smthin
tsook the ghoul– basically the same except hes a bloodthirsty asshole now
also if you think i did all that crosshatching manually you are MISTAKEN bc ctrl + v exists
erythropars:
the hand that strikes her face is rough and unrelenting as it skids across her cheek and smashes directly into her nose. she can hear a crack from the impact, heat and agonizing pain rushing across the bridge of her nose. she bites back a howl, teeth tearing into the sensitive flesh of her cheeks.
etsuko staggers backwards, knees weak. her gaze is crazed as he spits another insult at her, looming intimidatingly over her ; she’s near attacking, fists trembling at her sides. but she stops as blood begins to drip from her nostrils. it seeps between her lips, rolls down her chin, stains her uniform and collects near her shoes.
fingertips quiver as they raise to instinctively exam the foreign fluids coming out of her body. disbelief is evident in her gaze as her attention flits between tsukishima’s face and the striking red against her pale skin.
she coughs as blood drains down the back of her throat, effectively making the blood actively spilling out of her nose splatter outwards. she almost laughs when she notices it on his clothes. serves him right. she even spits at his shoes ; a nasty mixture of saliva, blood, and mucus.
“… — you just. broke my fucking nose.” she growls through gritted teeth, tone nasally and strained.
When blood begins to cascade like a waterfall down the girls front-- only then does a slight pang of worry flash across Tsukishima’s features. Even he didn’t believe he possessed that much strength, though the cartilage within the nose is known to be quite fragile. It is just flexible tissue bundled together-- which is certainly not as stable as bone. Tsukishima considers stepping forward and offering a curt apology, though when the girl spits on his shoes-- he withdraws this thought within a matter of a few seconds.
It takes nearly every cell in his body to not kick her with his now dirtied shoes. Tsukishima’s lips press into a tight thin line, brow twitching with barely contained anger as he stares at her shaking form; livid was an understatement to how Tsukishima felt at the moment. While she may have bitten him, he was the one to provoke her beforehand-- though he’d never admit to the fault in his actions.
Tsukishima scoffs, reaching into his pocket to pull free a small pack of tissues. He tosses them at her feet with a bit more strength than required, causing the package to ricochet off the concrete before landing with a quiet crinkle just a few inches away from the gradually growing pool of blood. The tissues were his way of apologizing-- as those words would never be wrenched from his lips.
“Tch-- whatever.”
And with that, he turned on his heel and left the girl to her own devices.
thread: finished.
