#captainofthemurder

[bokutosowls-blog]

1: Is your muse a virgin or not?

On tumblr, yes

On Skype, no

[effodiiunt]

@captainofthemurder;;

“I know… That doesn’t mean my feelings can just go away…” 

“I’m not saying they have to, just...” Asahi sighed, pressing his face into his hands. “We can’t.”

[effodiiunt]

Positivity for me, if you don't mind? ;v;

positivity, definitely still accepting!!

We haven’t gotten all that much of a chance to talk but you seem super cool and definitely don’t deserve all the stress you’ve been under, I wish things could go better for you!! Aside from that, though, it’s been fun chatting headcanons with you in the chat and just chatting in general and you’re very pleasant to talk to I’ve found so!!

[volleyxmama-blog]

@captainofthemurder

   Spring was lovely, and so was the work Suga was doing on the garden. He wiped a hand across his sweaty forehead, leaving a smear of dirt to match that of his cheeks, knees, arms, and... well.. everything. He stood, placed his hands on his hips, and stared down at his work with a satisfied smile. A nice row of flowers now stood where a horrible bed of weeds had been a few hours prior. His back hurt now and he was ready to give up for the day, so he quickly gathered his tools and made for home.

   The second Suga walked into the house he could sense something was wrong; however, he assumed it was just his precaution out of wack because honestly, when wasn’t something wrong in their house. He placed his gardening tools in their proper place, trying his hardest to not track too much dirt through he house before he could get into the shower.

   Suga had expected to find his mate watching TV or maybe cleaning (like he had been asked to do) however, what he didn’t expect to find was a very pissed off Daichi angrily chucking a pillow across the room and almost hit him in the face. The air in the room was tense and made Suga want to cower before his Alpha. What had happend? “Daichi?” He asked slowly, stepping towards the other.

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@captainofthemurder;;

“A-Ashi no…” Daichi regretted the words as soon as they were spoken. Sure, he would make jokes about Asahi’s gentle personality, but to truly insult him the heat of anger, nothing could fix that. 

“It is, though, o-or you wouldn’t have said it.” Asahi whispered, voice a harsh contrast from how it’d been escalated only a few moments before. Of course he’d meant it, everyone thought it, he shouldn’t be surprised. “I-it’s fine, though, it’s not like you were wrong, I guess I just thought...” He trailed off, biting his lip.

[nobilissiregis-blog]

@captainofthemurder liked for a starter

It wasn’t often that Oikawa would be really impressed by people. He was, after all, surrounded by highly talented people, and he knew figurative (and/or literal) giants within the high school volleyball circuit in person. But there was something about Sawamura Daichi that Oikawa found impressive, whether it was his decisive normality or the sheer if not bullheaded willpower that had him climbing back to his feet every time he fell.

Looking at the nothing in particular, he twirled the volleyball in his hands out of habit. Out of nervousness, perhaps, considering what he was about to say. “I really admire you, Daichi-kun,” he said finally, breaking the silence that had settled over them.

[effodiiunt]

“I can’t stand the sight of you anymore. Get out! Go!” (Bring on the pain, packhouse)

“Daichi, please-” Asahi pleaded softly, fighting every instinct to turn and run at the sharp tone of their head Alpha’s voice. He’d never used it against Asahi before, never shouted at him before, and certainly never told him to leave. He bit his lip, fingers trembling as they curled into the fabric of his sweater as he ducked his head. “C-can’t we talk about this?"