#blasphematic

[charlatansaints]

❝ No! I would not believe that! ❞ / bokuto and kuroo

the  way  that  bokuto  believes  almost  anything  is  one  of  kuroo's  favorite  things        ;            he  can  tell  him  the  dumbest  shit  and  he'll  think  that  it's  the  truth.              he's  done  it  more  than  once  before  and  gotten  an  edge  in  as  far  as  games  go      ;          and  more  importantly,  he  loves  the  way  the  guy's  eyes  light  up  when  he  thinks  he's  being  told  a  secret.            bokuto  is  a  strange  character  that  isn't  for  everybody,  but  they've  been  close  since  their  teams  had  started  doing  camps  together,  and  it's  just  never  faded.              fingers  twitch  slightly  before  they  begin  the  steady  thrum  against  the  counter  once  more,  eyes  flicking  back  to  watch  the  rain  dappling  the  window  panes.            his  ramen  sits  untouched        ;        for  a  change,  his  appetite  feels  like  it's  gone  with  the  weather  and  he  is  almost  desperate  with  the  need  for  it  to  stop.            he  hates  days  like  this        ——        they  feel  like  far  too  much  of  a  drag  for  him  to  fully  get  his  feet  underneath  him.

"  i'm  not  lyin'        ;          they  call  it  raining  cats  and  dogs.            wouldn't  be  surprised  if  you  walked  out  there  and  a  cat  fell  on  your  face.  "            kuroo  makes  a  soft  pop  with  his  lips,  eyebrows  raising  over  at  him  in  bemusement.          really,  he  half  expects  him  to  get  up  and  run  out  there        ;        then  he's  reminded  about  turkeys  and  looking  up  into  the  sky  during  storms  and  sets  his  hand  on  bokuto's  shoulder.            "  just  a  sayin'  though.          please  don't  run  out  there.  "            eyes  are  serious  before  he  reaches  up  and  ruffles  the  silver  hair.          "  can't  be  havin'  the  world's  hottest  volleyball  player  gettin'  sick.  "          it's  a  good  excuse,  or  at  least  he  hopes  it  keeps  the  other  pacified.

[charlatansaints]

❝ You are just terrible today! ❞ / utahime to gojo

grin  comes  easy    ;      it's  always  been  so  damn  easy  to  watch  the  way  that  fury  crosses  utahime's  features.          the  fun  of  it  starts  to  wear  off  over  the  years  though  the  more  that  he  realizes  that  her  fury  is  actual.            that  this  isn't  the  little  friendship  that  he  thought  that  they  had      ;        instead,  there's  a  real  bite  in  her  tone  that  makes  him  uncomfortable.            it  gets  worse  after  he  loses  suguru  fully     ——      when  his  death  haunts  his  conscience  every  single  night  when  he  attempts  sleep.            he  has  so  few  from  that  time  anymore      ——      shoko  is  off  in  her  own  world  with  her  own  missions,  and  she  is  coated  in  so  much  death  that  satoru  makes  a  habit  of  staying  away.          utahime  teaches  at  a  different  school  and  her  nose  turns  up  whenever  they're  together        ;            he  shows  up  at  karaoke  and  she  looks  as  if  someone  has  soured  her  saki.            but  he's  been  attempting  to  be  better      ——      it  doesn't  come  easy.            satoru  is  used  to  the  masks  and  hiding        ;        he  doesn't  know  how  to  be  something  else,  especially  when  it  comes  to  her.

but  the  effort  is  made,  even  if  he  hasn't  been  his  best  today.            he  steps  into  the  room  and  is  greeted  by  her  words        ——      they  feel  like  they  burn,  despite  the  fact  that  he's  heard  things  like  them  so  often  before.            his  fingers  tap  against  the  paper  cup  that  he  holds  closer  to  his  chest        ;        it  scalds  his  hand,  but  he  pays  it  no  attention.            instead,  he  moves  so  that  he's  standing  next  to  her        ——        the  meeting  has  gone  on  for  far  too  long  and  the  break  feels  far  too  short.            it's  just  them  at  the  moment  and  he  relishes  it.              letting  out  a  slow  breath,  he  turns  infinity  off      ——      something  he  almost  never  does  these  days.            "  i  got  this  for  you.  "              satoru  sets  down  the  cup  of  tea  in  front  of  her,  fingers  lingering  a  moment  longer  before  he  pulls  them  back.            "  there's  scones  too  if  you're  interested.        an  apology  for  the  bad  behavior.  "  

[barrenstars]

was she, in fact, canoodling with the enemy? maybe. did it impact her team since the enemy was technically no longer the enemy because their team got disqualified? no... so, that was her defence if she got caught being out with hajime iwaizumi, a third year at aoba johsai. and a member of their boys volleyball team. but it was okay! because her team beat his team's ass! the summer days were warm, it's what she thinks about whilst walking alongside the boy, one arm looped around his, whilst her free hand held an ice cream she'd gotten herself at the store moments prior. the topic of their ' relationship ' had been briefly discussed, mostly because petra was unsure if iwaizumi was unsure if any of them were sure what they were. she liked him a lot, and she thinks he likes her too, yet it seemed neither of them had plucked up the courage to ask to make it official. ❝ does oikawa know? ❞ the ravenette blurts out, pausing her assault on her ice cream to glance up and over at @blasphematic. ❝ that we're... you know... ❞

[barrenstars]

it was his fault. he had invited her over to study, he had given her his dorm number and directions. the idiot even told her to just walk in if he didn't answer. so, really, what did he expect when he turned around on his desk chair, electric guitar in his lap, having just finished getting carried away playing one of his favourite songs, to see emiko standing there in the threshold of the open door, practically gawking at him. his face flushes a beet red as he stares at her in return, a strange silence engulfing the two of them as @blasphematic continues to stare. he notices her book bag and shifts to stand, setting his guitar aside and clearing his throat. ❝ hey, ❞ semi speaks, as smooth as usual, ❝ uh... you can put your things over here-! ❞ gesturing to his desk, he moves out of the way and then gestures to the seat he was formerly sitting in. ❝ you can sit here, too. i can sit on the floor or on my bed. ❞ why does this feel so awkward? shifting to bypass her, he closes over his dorm room door and heaves a soft sigh.

[barrenstars]

it's another late night for shoko, not that she'd really know, as she hadn't looked at the clock for hours. late nights for her were common now, even if she didn't have any work to actively do, she was required to remain at the school. even so, nowadays, it seemed she was never alone. when the sounds of the double doors squeak open, her attention averts from the tray of blood samples and her gaze is cast over her shoulder. naturally, upon spotting @blasphematic, her lips pull into a lazy, yet endearing smile. ❝ hello choso, ❞ shoko greets him, ❝ is everyone else asleep? ❞ her question is rhetorical, already knowing the answer was most likely yes. recently, his presence had been around the morgue more frequently than she'd expected. and she rather enjoyed it. he was a misunderstood man, one she found incredibly fascinating. turning to gesture towards the blood samples, she speaks once again. ❝ would you like to help me? ❞

[barrenstars]

her body is warm against his own, for once he doesn't coil away from the heat. sana is cold-blooded, he will always favour the chilly breeze over the warmth of a campfire. still, there is a difference in the warmth that @blasphematic carries, the way it comes with a scent so ethereal it leaves him in a trance whenever he smells it. utahime's scent was one sana could easily pick out in a crowd, as the woman drew him in like a little worker bee to a beautiful, blossomed flower. snaking his arm further around her waist, the man dips his head down to rest upon her own, his seafoam hues hidden behind the fluff of his bangs. ❝ do we have to stay...? let's just go, they won't notice. ❞ nudging his head softly towards their friends across the table, the man is not exactly subtle in his affections for the woman, or wanting to ditch everyone else present and leave with her so he could have her all to himself. ❝ i'm not even drunk, ❞ he coos into her ear, his lips curling into a smirk, ❝ are you? ❞

[jangnan]

            ' i can't remember the last time i watched the sun rise. ' 

𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 : jordan @blasphematic 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 : RANDOM VAMPIRE-THEMED DIALOGUE.

⋮✧ 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀-𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐃 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄. The small stuff one didn’t realize   they missed   when they were too busy running from one thing to the next. It’s what   their music preaches   after all. Taking stock of what you have in life in order to   fully appreciate   it. There was a time where it wasn’t   so easy   though. When it was all too easy to get swept up in all the things you needed to get done. But sometimes that was when it was even more important to appreciate those moments. Sitting on the roof of LE’s headquarters. Everyone had already   gone home   hours ago. But the two of them had decided they could use a little moment of heaven.

It always seemed that way when   they did   get to catch a glimpse of the sun waking the world.

Lips curl into a   soft smile   and a hum followed soon after when the sentiment lands   in the quiet air   of the morning. As if they too realized that it had been a long time since they said they had done such a thing. Their lives   really didn’t   allow for much time to appreciate the things they should...did it? ❝It had to at least been *the nineties* for me. Or maybe even before that...❞ A-Yeong shrugged, choosing instead to focus back on the view that put paintings to shame. One of natures   most beloved   of art forms, and one that was always there...That even someone like A-Yeong was known to forego enjoying when they really should stop and   take in.

❝I’ll admit...I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.❞ The mused   deep in thought.   Eyes glued to the colors molding and fading into a   brilliant gradiant   and one that would likely never been seen the same way ever again. Mother nature’s special little love note to the two of them in that moment. That smile grew some, and they turned to look at their   fellow bandmate.   ❝We should do this more often...Bring out the rest of the band. We need this more I think.❞ Their lives were already   so chaotic   they could afford small bits of peace like this. Right?

[iraviri]

𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖘𝖔𝖒   𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖙                        (            @blasphematic            ) (        𝖙𝖝𝖙        )            :            this   is   bigger   than   both   of   us   now. 

(            𝖙𝖝𝖙        ¹¹:⁰⁹   ᵖᵐ            )            :            what   is? (            𝖙𝖝𝖙        ¹¹:¹⁰   ᵖᵐ            )            :            oh…. (            𝖙𝖝𝖙        ¹¹:¹⁰   ᵖᵐ            )            :            well   what   do   you   want   to   do   about   it? (            𝖙𝖝𝖙        ¹¹:¹¹   ᵖᵐ            )            :            brick   and   boomer   keep   asking   questions.