#probably-not-haru

[behind-his-smilex-blog]

‘  i  just  need  your  arms  around  me  right  now .  ’

“Come here, I’ll gladly spend all night holding you Haru.”

[australian-shark]

'It hurts!'

12. Your muse has been buried alive, and my muse has to frantically dig them out before it’s too late.

Playing in the sand was always fun. When he was younger, he liked to go near the beach and make castles, tunnels and even write on it. Still, this time he was rushing there not to have fun but to find what he loved most in Earth. This had been going for months, it was strange at first but now it was scary. A freaking stalker hurting Haru to get to him.

He got texts from an unknown number in where they were written things that happened to Haru. This time, it had been the worst. He rushed down from Haru’s house and made his way to the back of the hostal by the beach. He practically stole a shovel from the back of it and started to dig. After a bit he had to toss it away and use his hands. He didn’t want to hurt Haru more than that crazy guy had already done burying him in there. “Haru!” He called, over and over again, losing his breathe as his fingers kept digging. “Haru, I’m here, can you hear me?” 

His hands touched something soft and he dug faster, pushing the sand away and trying to get to him. “Haru! Please, please!” He pulled him up and dragged him up to the surface.

[jikyuuryoku]

@probably-not-haru ;;

[sms - ] Nanase-san! Sorry to bother you.

[sms - ] I found a gift with your name on it, I believe Rin-senpai made it. He’s already away, but would you like me to bring it to you?

[sms - ] It would be nice to catch up over coffee!

[rin-babysister]

“Are you drunk?”

Gou looked up from her drink and grinned brightly at Haru. “What? That’s crazy. I’m just drinking juice.” The thing that Gou was super drunk and she was drinking juice mixed with vodka. She put her cup down and then reached out to wrap her arms around Haru neck. “Say Ha-ru-chan. Don’t tell nii-chan ok?”

[invxlidheart]

@probably-not-haru  ||  Liked for a Starter

    ┇ ┈  ✖ ┉  ┇   It was quiet - almost too quiet - but were evening practices not always the same? With exams coming up, many of the swim team’s members chose to instead return to their dorms earlier in order to study rather than fit some extra practice in and thus the joining of Iwatobi made it a rather relaxed session compared to the usual. So, for the very first time in a damned long time, the red head actually joined. Slowly did he swim a length, in no way competitive; very gradual, very delicately as if his very form would shatter if he tried too hard. Certainly, those in lanes either side of him were far better in the water than he, but the feeling alone was simply incredible. A single length, that was all he did - then sat upon the edge of the pool in order to take a breather; deep breaths of which were perfectly timed, hands adjusting the swim-shirt he wore to cover scarring and marks.    

[pwukas-remade-blog]

“Stop pretending.”

"Stop pretending?" Nagisa asked in a confused tone as his head was cocked to the side. Nagisa's face twisted into the best smile he could show. "I don't know what your talking about Haru-chan." the blonde paused for a few moments before speaking again. "I'm fine, I swear."

[mangosirene]

Ignore this if you don't want to answer something like this at this time, but I'm curious. I know that you have since quit professional cosplay, but do you think you would ever start hosting panels again? In your stream you had said that you had enjoyed hosting them, and I know people who aren't professionals still do them, but I didn't know if you would. I've been following you for a long time now, and I didn't ever get the chance to see one of your panels, and I would like to if you do again.

Oh, no worries, I’m happy to answer! Like I said in the stream, I really did love hosting panels, it was one of the few things about being a “pro cosplayer” that were 100% enjoyable. (Which, inadvertently caused me to try to host too many panels during guest weekends. Cons would ask me to host 2-3 panels and I’d usually offer to host 4-6 if they had room in the schedule or needed to fill up time blocks. Getting to share cosplay info with a group of real life people is 100 times more fun than talking to myself in front of a camera, alone in my bedroom.)

I’m not sure if cons will ever be interested in inviting me as a guest from now on (which I totally understand and am not complaining about!), so hosting 4-6 panels in a weekend may no longer be a possibility, but either way, I’d definitely like to apply to host panels again in the future! I’d love to be able to expand on some of the topics I discussed in my recent stream, and maybe explore more workshop/open-table formats that can generate more participation and conversation with the audience. I know I do want to be able to relax and enjoy cons more than I have in the past… but I also get restless if I don’t have enough to do, and hosting panels here and there would make me feel like I’m still positively contributing something to the community and the conventions I attend.

We’ll see what happens! Regardless: thank you so much for the support. The notion that you’d want to attend a future panel even if I’m not ~*Pro Cosplay Senpai Mango Sirene*~ anymore means a lot to me.

[savageorcacaptain]

College

49.The last two people on campus during an extreme weather alert and oh great we’re snowed in.Makoto was just grateful the dormitory was on a section of campus with a few food courts and stores near by if for some chance they needed something in an emergency, it was only walking distance for him. He’d brave the cold for Haru, no matter what happened. No severe storm warning was going to stop him from keeping Haru well cared for and content. Makoto went and gathered blankets and candles in case of a power outage and took them back to the couch to cuddle with his ever grumpy dolphin. “At least we still have electricity, ne Haru-ch” He stopped himself, carefully reading the other’s expression. Haru wasn’t happy and by now Makoto knew when to stop using the honorific, lest he face the swimmer’s wrath. Keeping his mouth shut, Makoto went and made a few hot drinks, a matcha latte for himself and a hot cocoa for Haru. “You, still like hot chocolate, right?” He asked, carefully carrying the tray that held a matcha latte with cream and a hot cocoa topped with whipped cream and marshmallows, as to not spill it. Cooking was more Haru’s area of expertise, not Makoto’s so he hoped the cocoa was prepared to his, most-likely-grouchy-by-now, boyfriend’s standards.