Hi! I’m Toomanygoldfish, or Mani. I’m older than 18. My blog is SFW. I post mostly about haikyuu and small insights in my life. All of my work is self indulgent, but feel free at request stuff.
Hi! This is my blog Toomanygoldfish. Just a quick refresher on who I am, and what my blog is.
I am Mani. I am older than 18 and I love cats. My blog is sfw, and any comments/asks that aren’t will be deleted.
All of my written work is Haikyuu, but I might reblog something else from time to time. The ones with * next to them are my personal favorites, and one with a # next to them are some of my least favorites.
Cat or dog series:
Kyoutani
KurooTetsurou
Kenjiro Shirabu
Suguru Daishō
Sō Inuoka #
Tobio Kageyama*
Akinori Konoha
Asahi Azumane*
Terrushima
Saeko Tanaka
Character Drabbles:
Iwaizumi garden*
Noya scars
Noya ice skating
Iwaizumi lockscreen*
Ushijima marks*
Iwaizumi London fog*
Bokuto cuddles #
Sakusa backpack clutter*
Oikawa sleep talks*
Hinata getting worse
Kenma cafe barista
Oikawa injury
Goshiki dreams
General Drabbles/ Two characters:
Haikyuu as things I’ve done*
Unplanned ceremonies #
Haikyuu thoughts
Sentences HCs
Atsumu
Ushijima
Yachi
kageyama
noya
kita
Oikawa
sakusa
tsukishima
saeko
Ushijima
Requests are open. I am also making a tags list, so send me an ask or comment here.
I only put my writing here, so any polls, random tidbits, or anything else is still buried in my blog.
I will update this list as I write more.
Atsumu makes a competition out of every thing. You cannot tell me that this man didn’t absolutely crush everyone in a carrot eating competition as a kid. This also applies to his relationship with you, just a bit more lighthearted.
“Bet I can do the dishes faster than you can!”
or
“Who can get this stain out better”
of course you rise up to the challenge because you simply can not let him win.
at some point the house becomes so spotless that the two of you turn to board games to satisfy your need to squash the other person.
Eventually it comes to a head and after one particularly tense discussion you decide that you will only be playing cooperative games from now on.
(however when you play competitive games with other people, your agreement dissolves for the night and whoever wins gets gloating rights)
(yes i literally used sunghoon <33) I just KNOW Pika bro will wear nothing too fancy n then there is me who'd go all out, funfact- I have a lehenga that is very similar to this design!
HOLD ON, @httpshujii YOU TWO WILL NOT GET PAST THE GATES IN SUCH COOL N PRETTY MODERN OUTFITS, THEY WANT MEDIEVAL- let me restyle my wife and OUR husband *pulls out bibbiti bobiti boo cinderlla wand*
There you go, all angelic. I'll be taking Shuji for a while, thanks <3 *bibiti bobbiti booes away*
Tags because i am done being cringe: @akumicchi @satorisoup @jaysgirlx, @shujivenus + anyone who wants to join !!
uuuuh, thank you, I was hoping someone would tag me in this!
Left is what I should be wearing, right is what I want to be wearing, lol... (if I get to wear a fancy dress you better believe I'm coming at you with all the colors of the rainbow) I don't really have an f/o, so I'm hoping I might meet them at the ball.
What gets the two top models of Japan and a streamer to start dating? Obviously it's being shipped with someone you hate and a stalker! Wait what?
Sakusa Kiyoomi and Suna Rintaru are the top two male models of Japan, they're also a couple known to be poly. Something their fans are using to ship them with someone they hate. Y/n L/n, a growing streamer, has a stalker. She would do anything for a sense of safety. Hence a Not fake dating fake dating scheme.
The Main Cast
Part One: Well, now you know!
Part Two: Ground Rules
Part Three: Who's Pixie?
Part Four: Tonight
Part Five: Matching Banners
Part Six: Only a Whole Would Say That
Part Seven: Chia (Warning: Stalker heaving)
Part Eight: [Redacted]
Tbc...
Originally I was going to take a break from posting for a bit since I had to get a new phone, none of my smau stuff transfered. But then i started reading haikyuu smaus because i ran out of DC ones and the parasites would not let me rest until I made this :) Please save me.
This series is inspired by @/idlerin 's series Nonsense, Ikarus Incident, and love sick as well as @/lenaariewrld 's series Dream Girl
Make sure you go read them if you haven't!!! They're so good!!
What gets the two top models of Japan and a streamer to start dating? Obviously it's being shipped with someone you hate and a stalker! Wait what?
Sakusa Kiyoomi and Suna Rintaru are the top two male models of Japan, they're also a couple known to be poly. Something their fans are using to ship them with someone they hate. Y/n L/n, a growing streamer, has a stalker. She would do anything for a sense of safety. Hence a Not fake dating fake dating scheme.
we started at about 5 in one tank then we multiplied to about 50. But the cats have now realized that we are edible. We lost bob yesterday. We don’t know how much more we can take…
I hereby invite you, dear fellow Tumblr user, to play a game with me, to connect, to get to know each other and have fun.
All you have to do: interact with this post. Like it, reblog it, comment on it.
As soon as you do that, I will hop over to your site, take a little look and send you an ask. Sometimes it's a question, or a little quest, other times a compliment, but always something nice to brighten your day.
And if you want, you can do the same. Just don't forget to use the tag #ask.revival 2024
Some ideas for your own asks under the cut
Now.... let the games begin!
Hey, what kind of drink would I have to order if I wanted to get to know you? #ask.revival 2024
Would you rather replace the sun with the moon or have the forest floor replaced with the ocean floor? #ask.revival 2024
Who's your favorite side character? Bonus points if I have no idea about that fandom. #ask.revival 2024
If you could delete one color from the color wheel, which one would it be? #ask.revival 2024
Started writing: I have been writing little works of original fiction for as long as I can remember. I have always had these little stories playing in my head and was always eager to share them. I’ve always admired authors who can write one little line and when you pull it, it will lead you deeper into the narrative. (Brandon Mole, Brandon Sanderson, Orson Scott Card, Tamora Pierce, Shanon Hale (all are great authors. You should read their books)) I also write poetry pretty often. I love being able to share what is happening in my brain and reading about what happens in other people’s minds.
Started blogging: I started blogging February(?) of last year. I had recently found out that some of my friends had been sharing their original works for a while online. While I had thought about it before it had never really occurred to me that I could do it. I had looked at some other sites but was slightly disappointed because it felt like I would need to post a multiple chapter piece to write on them. Then I found tumblr and I started writing.
Followers: my follower count is about 50-60. It makes me so happy that people read my stuff and like it enough to follow!
Likes: I have actually fiddled with my tumblr so that I can see every interaction in my blog. I like being able to see the journey of people exploring my blog. It makes me smile to see people favorite multiple things in a row. Or to see returning people on my new posts.
Communication: I do like talking to people for whatever reason. It’s cool to meet new people that I would never have met normally. So if you want to talk you can send me an ask or something. But if you are a bit too nervous to talk, don’t worry, you can just heart or reblog something and I’ll see it.
Requests: I like them because it gives me something to build off of, so when I really want to write something but I don’t know what I should write I will look at some requests. Unfortunately that means I don’t write for all of them, but I do like them!
Writing: I write at a medium pace. I could write more often, but I do prefer to write slower because it gives me a bit more time to put a more personal touch on my writing. I want everything I write or create to have a small bit of me in it, even if it is just my thoughts of how the setting influences the characters.
Why do you write? : this is my own question, but I do think it is an important one. I write to show people a glimpse into a world that you can’t see. That could be from a TV series that can’t show how people feel on screen, or a continuation of a scene that stopped. I just know that whatever I write will let me show a small piece of a bigger picture.
Out of curiosity, do ppl have comfort movies? NOT tv shows, movies! I have a few and watching them always makes me feel happy and calm
yes; specify what movie in the tags!
no; tell me your favorite movie anyway in the tags!
don't have one/results
Voting ended onJul 17, 2024
i'm just curious bc i'm watching How to Train Your Dragon and i always forget how happy and calm it makes me feel. i mean, i did name my cat after Toothless the dragon. but i also love Lion King, that's my Disney comfort movie. and my Ghibli comfort movie is Spirited Away. watching any of these when i'm in a foul mood or my anxiety is high always helps 🥰 but i watch them just for fun too, not only when i'm in a mood. what about you?
The metro is so disgusting, why can’t everyone just practice basic hygiene and then it wouldn’t be such a terrible place-
Why is that woman staring at me?
You’re not subtle at all, glancing over at the black-haired volleyball player every three seconds before quickly looking away when you see that he’s looking. As he raises an eyebrow at you, it makes you hesitate, not turning away from him this time.
You were wearing a mask and seemed to pull it over your cheeks properly before shyly pointing at him. No, not at him, he realised. You were pointing behind him.
Sakusa slowly turned to look over his shoulder, only to take in a sharp breath as he realised he was sitting right in front of a huge poster from his most recent skincare commercial, one of the few he agreed to do for the extra paycheck.
He awkwardly swivelled back towards you, where he could read the wrinkled corners of your eyes as a smile. Your shoulders were shaking slightly and he sighed deeply at the realisation that you were laughing.
Sakusa was, undoubtedly, feeling a sense of embarrassment. Luckily, your attention seemed to catch onto the incoming train instead, and you only glanced briefly over at him before getting on it.
For the most part, he forgot about that incident in the following weeks. There was nothing to remind him, no reason to take the disgusting metro again.
Until a couple of weeks later when he once again had no other choice. He descended the stairs and glanced over to see if the poster was still hanging there but stuttered in his steps.
You sat in the seat beside where he sat last time, looking around quite awkwardly.
Sakusa stopped walking when you found his gaze but frowned as your eyes seemed to light up. Quite the contrast in your expressions.
Sakusa looked away. He did not want to see you laugh at him again.
Except he didn’t look away, he kept glancing back at you because he had to admit, only to himself, that you were quite pretty.
Why do his cheeks feel hot and why hasn’t he thought more about how disgusting the metro is?
When he didn’t walk away, you got up and acted quite coy as you walked over to him. “That sunscreen can’t be very good, you look a bit red,” you teased, pointing over your shoulder at the ad.
Sakusa eyed you cautiously, huffing sharply. “You’re imagining things.”
“Okay,” you agreed, saving him from more embarrassment. “Are you a model?”
Sakusa sighed, hoping he didn’t seem too pleased that you were talking to him. “No.”
You smiled more at the short answer, bumping your elbow into his arm. “Actor? I don’t think I’ve seen you in anything. I would’ve remembered.”
A little sound of victory went off in your head when he looked back at you with that glare and those sweet red cheeks. At least the little parts you could see of them. He took a second to answer as if debating how to approach it. “Volleyball player.”
“Volleyball?” you repeated. “I never met a volleyball player before.”
“Meet a lot of professional athletes?” he asked.
You chuckled softly. “No, I suppose I don’t.”
The two of you fell into silence, and just as you wanted to ask something else, your train rolled into the station.
“That’s me. See you around, Sakusa.”
He only lifted his hand to wave briefly, letting you walk away.
Sakusa looked over at where his poster was still up on the wall, albeit a bit more torn than last time, and saw his name written at the bottom in fancy lettering. He didn’t ask for your name.
Sakusa couldn’t fathom this. He couldn’t fathom the fact that he told Hinata not to pick him up this morning, choosing the metro instead. He couldn’t fathom the fact that he was hoping to see you again.
And he couldn’t fathom the fact that you weren’t even there.
All hope is lost, there’s no use ever taking on another love interest and he has no prospects for friends outside of the volleyball world-
“Hey there, stranger!”
He nearly jumped out of his skin and then awkwardly nudged your hand off his shoulder before meeting your eyes. You wore a mask again, of course, and he was thankful he wore his too so you wouldn’t see the slight smile on his lips. “Hi.”
“Going to work?” you asked, gathering your hands behind your back to show you understood he didn’t like touching.
He relaxed his shoulders for just a second until someone brushed past him and he was made painfully aware of where he was.
But he was there to talk to you.
By choice.
“I am.” He seemed to think hard. “Are you?”
“I am,” you copied, leaning just a tad closer so he could hear you. “Are you preparing for any games in particular?”
Sakusa huffed out a short ‘heh’ at how unsure you sounded, like you weren’t sure if they would be doing such a thing. “There’s a game this weekend.”
“Cool! Do you feel prepared?”
Sakusa thought about how Atsumu had forced him into late practices in exchange for driving him home the last few weeks, pushing him to try some new sets or receive his different serves. “I do.”
“Good, good.”
You almost fell into an awkward silence when he broke it first, catching you slightly off guard. “What’s your name?” he asked, making you feel silly for never telling him.
So you told him now, and he seemed to need a moment to process it as he nodded his head silently and you got distracted by his gorgeous curls, so you fell into another short silence.
“I haven’t gone to a volleyball game before,” you suddenly said, glancing sideways at him and rolling on the balls of your feet.
He knew what you were doing. It was obvious and it shouldn’t make him so happy that you were. “You should come to this one,” he said, and it didn’t hold any particular tone of excitement but made you blush nonetheless.
“Are there still available seats?” you asked, making Sakusa fish out his phone and a small bottle of disinfectant from his pocket.
“Just a moment, please.” Your eyes followed his movements curiously.
He held out the disinfectant and you put your hands under it, never one to deny free sanitiser but mentally questioning the timing. “My train is almost here-“ After you had properly distributed the disinfectant, Sakusa handed over his unlocked phone with an open ‘new contact‘ page, and you looked between him and the phone in a fluster.
“Put your number in, I can get you a ticket.”
You put in your number, trying to act so very cool about it despite the way he was staring as you did it. “Text me, then?” you confirmed, hearing your train arrive.
He gave you a thumbs up, trying to move out of the way of people running to catch their train. “I will.” And as you turned to walk away, he gathered up one last ounce of guts. “Dinner after the game?”
Even while hurrying onto the metro, you managed to look over your shoulder and nod, giving him a thumbs up back. “You got it!”
Sakusa took off his mask when he got to work and Atsumu did a double take that made him trip over Hinata.
“Something is seriously wrong,” Atsumu said. “Sakusa is kinda smiling and it’s 8 in the morning.”
just wanted to let you guys know that something is in the works, so here are to clips from my current fic. (which is a lot bigger than I thought it would be)
“The next time you saw Sakusa you were able to remember him.
You were transferring schools at 16 after spending a few years in America. You were finally moving back to your childhood home and going to a new school.”
“‘Do you know Sakusa? I don’t think I’ve seen him even acknowledge anyone someone hasn’t introduced to him before’
‘Um… I know of him, we talked once when we were like 10 at volleyball camp’”
