*emerges From The Other Room Covered In Blood* You Should See The Word Document

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Akaashi Keiji & Bokuto Koutarou Characters: Bokuto Koutarou, Kuroo Tetsurou, Akaashi Keiji, Nishinoya Yuu, Hinata Shouyou Additional Tags: Found Family Feels, Volleyball Dorks & Nerds, Fluff and Humor, Remedial Lessons Shenanigans, Kuroo Tetsurou is a Good Friend, Physics, Pinhole Effect, The Perils of Inter-Team Friendships, Akaashi Keiji has one (1) regret Series: Part 9 of Soft Rally, Part 3 of Alternate Training Summary:

There's a good reason for his face, okay? (It's just that Keiji hadn't been aware of this either and that's a secret he can never let Koutarou know.)

How do you know if, perhaps, your story is starting to take over?

... 4 browsers with 33 tabs each. ('nuff said)

Nothing is set in stone and all that. But he has a really good feeling about that.

Tooru groans, loud and frustrated, and dramatically throws himself over the steps at his back. Proper, respectful Consortium Wizard rolling around in the streets like a five-year old.

His tabby Princess has slipped onto the pavement between Satori’s knees. She licks her paws, smooths them over her ears and her face- left first. Entirely unbothered by the flamboyant man next to them.

A Princess that doesn’t bother with the jester.

Heyaa.. As you mentioned previously.. may I ask why you don't like iwaoi as a ship that much? I really wanna know cuzz I feel that would really help me story<3~

Oh! Well goodness. It's more of a preference thing? Personally I just don't see them in that constellation, but I also love how other people depict/ describe them in a relationship!

When I say I don't like it it's more of a: I don't go out looking for it, but if I happen across a piece and it's well written, maybe I'll read it and maybe I'll even like it (has happened and likely might happen again).

Personally, when I see Oikawa, I see someone terribly focused and determined, and also someone who grows so much (this is, imo, shown better in the manga than the anime). But I don't relate to him that much (except for playing volleyball with a dang knee injury, been there, done that) on a personal level and, to me, rarepairs and polycules are a much more interesting fare to read and write.

You probably wanted a short answer, sorry for the rant, but also: in terms of helping your story-- as someone who writes themselves just... don't focus too much on what other people think of your ship/idea/story? Write it. Be glad you can write it. Revise it. Again and again and again if necessary- just enough that you've felt the ache of writing and come out satisfied with the piece you've made- and don't mind what others say.

If you take away anything for your story I hope it'd be that.

people will say "why cant the eldritch gods just be nice to humans :((" and then kill a bug for existing near them

you used to have to keep fires going alllllll the time and i bet thats why theres always some dude at the bonfire who really fucks with keeping the fire going. instincts deep within their minds of a purpose long since lost

letter to theo by vincent van gogh

Sketches by A.K. MacDonald, 1932

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Iwaizumi Hajime & Oikawa Tooru, Oikawa Tooru & Ushijima Wakatoshi, Hinata Shouyou & Oikawa Tooru Characters: Iwaizumi Hajime, Oikawa Tooru, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Hinata Shouyou Additional Tags: Movie Night, Found Family, protective friendship, Stubborn Oikawa Tooru, Gentle Bulldozer Ushijima Wakatoshi, Chaos Childe Hinata Shouyou, Eternally Suffering Iwaizumi Hajime, group chat shenanigans, Dorks Series: Part 10 of Soft Rally

Summary:

Hajime barely registers the last messages. He doesn’t wait for other replies. Sagging, he lets the phone tumble onto the loveseat to the side of the couch, arms lowering and shoulders dropping even as he glares at the stubborn, lanky problem lounging on his couch.

“You’re being ridiculous,” Tooru whines, arm thrown over his eyes. His phone is still in his hand, though his grip has slackened.

“What’s ridiculous is catching you doing drills on a knee that can barely hold you up!” Hajime snaps, frustration clogging his throat.

Magic breathes against her, Arcana soothing her overwrought skin. The night is alive with Kaos’ winds howling like possessed things- like it’s time for the Oskoreia. The House trembles under her fingertips, walls bracing against a growing pressure, humming with power. Her nerves are raw, her ears too conscious of every loud rush of wind.

She moves on bare feet, silent as a shadow even in the confines of her own home. Guttering candlelight meets the shifting shadows of outside branches against the old tapestry on their walls, warping the home she’s known for so long eerily unfamiliar. Her heartbeat jumps with the first roll of thunder overhead, her hands tremble against the wall as she splays her fingers over the moving facsimiles of trees on the cold tapestry.

The House hums under her skin. Agitated. Like a current waiting to find expression. The hum of galvanization before something pops- sparks- releases.

Hitoka tastes metal.