#maybe 10?

[kings-out-of-pocket-hell]

I miss the sweet taste of death

*sips coffee*

I haveny had coffee in a week

[shingia]

HAIKYUU BOYS AND THE COLOR OF THEIR LOVE

might make this a serie because writing these make me painfully sob <3

-> timeskip! bokuto, suga, kuroo, kita, sakusa

bokuto’s is the yellow of a thousand suns, turning any tears on your cheeks into sumptuous rainbows, born from the mellow words that bubble out of his talkative lips. ten words per second and a hundred more thoughts just to hear the sweet harmony of your laughter resonate against the walls of your living room, whose furnitures are still waiting in heavy cardboard boxes. the thick fabric of his sweater is barely keeping you from shivering, every goosebump a reminder of how shy spring is this year. but bokuto doesn’t care about cold springs, nor autumns or winters for that matter. because his kid will be born next summer, meeting the world in its most beautiful form : lulled by golden skies and the steady buzz of bees bustling in sunflower fields.

suga’s is orange, the same tint as the mandarin peels heaping up on your coffee table on a cold winter day. the citrus smell lingers on your fingertips and swirls in your nose alongside the thick scent of the burning fireplace, flames just as orange dancing for your intertwined bodies slumped on the couch. shadows and shades of amber are painting the white canvas of his skin, soft as the fuzzy skin of a ripe apricot. but the darkest shades of orange lie in his eyes. sweet as chocolate and heady as dark rum, they’ve been looking at you for more than an hour, debating whether or not he should propose to you right here and right now.

kuroo’s is the red of the digits of your clock. it’s glowing in the dark of the velvet night and throwing vermilion hues onto the blanket under which you two have been talking about the purpose of existence as well as the neighbor’s new cat for the past minutes. or hours ? you sneak a quick peek out of the blanket - the red lights have the shape of 00:57 now. and so you hurry back in your cocoon, engulfed in the sweet smell of his cherry and cocoa butter shampoo, not wasting any second to wish your husband the happiest birthday. the fifth he’s spending by your side.

kita’s is green. from the sage sheets of your kitchen curtains to the stems of the flower crowns he likes to adorn your head with, it’s flowing in his veins like the sap of an oak. a quiet strength rooted in the soil, perfect balance of light, water and care that he diligently provides to you every day of the week. kita’s love is an immutable three-leaf clover, overlooked by those in quest of the famous fourth petal, but cherished by those who know how to appreciate its modesty and simplicity. laying down in the tall grass of your backyard, his calloused hand seems to have found its place between your palms, just like the emerald ring has found its place around the fourth finger of your left hand.

sakusa’s is white. it was supposed to be red, but the lady at the jewelry store said they were out of red velvet boxes. but white was the color of all colors, what better promise of an eternity together ? neither the red of anger nor the blue of sadness would ever get the best of your marriage’s heavenly white. a marriage as spotless as the narrow apartment he had promised himself to get you out of, as soon as he would have enough money to buy the family house near the bakery and the elementary school. a marriage that makes him wonder what he has done in his past life to deserve it. and on days when he comes home to your sleeping figure tucked in on the couch, he thinks that he must have been the hero of his generation.

[a-kind-of-merry-war]

my brain has turned to total mush and I just... cannot do anything

I think I might open up some prompts this evening (to write tomorrow) to try and... power through it. Maybe limit myself to ~500 words again?

anyway watch this space cos I’m gonna reblog some prompt lists (or if you’ve got something you’re utterly dying for me to squeeze into 500 words send it over, hah)

ETA: Y’all know it’s gonna be Geraskier (apologies for those after something else)

[spacingout]

I have a bank that Ive been putting my spare change into for the past three years. It is now full and I think ima count it today. Its gonna take me a while though because I cant count :/

[sweetest-honeybee]

Btw I’ll get to those Mumbo suit designs at some point, I’m just busy 😅

[luckjustkissedyouhello]

I have the ao3 feed for PacRim on my feed

And i swear anytime a fic that comes up that isn’t about Newmann, (or just about Newt and Hermann for that matter) I genuinely have to remind myself that neither character was the main character in the movie, and that not everyone ships Newmann.

[cheeseinthesea]

"this is the one this is the last oc redesign...I can feel it!!!"(<- foolish)

[karmaphone]

also I think I might be autistic?