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feeling so mentally unwell and then i remember that one fictional character… Thank you for your service😔🙏🏽
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There’s a fic on fanfiction(.)net that I’ve kept tabs on for years to see if it’s been updated or not. While I’m no longer even in the fandom it’s written for, it just has one of the greatest storylines I’ve ever read. Last time it was updated was 2011.
The other day, I decided to reread the entire thing and leave a very in-depth review of what I thought of each chapter. I also mentioned how I started reading it when I was 13 and am now 21, but always came back to see if it was ever finished because I loved it so dearly.
Today, said author sent me a private message saying that her analytics showed that the story was still getting views even after all these years, but no one ever bothered to leave reviews other than “update soon!!!”, so she never felt motivated enough to finish it. She said that me reviewing every single chapter with lengthy paragraphs made her cry and meant the world to her. She also mentioned that she felt encouraged to write the two remaining chapters needed to complete the story and that she would send me a message the night before she updates the fic.
I’m literally sobbing. I’m so excited :’)
Please always remember to leave a review when reading fanfiction!!! It means a lot to a writer.
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I read the oathbound teaser and wth I'm so stressed!! But have some Bree and Erebus art that I got when Bloodmarked came out. I need to prepare myself for 2025 🫠
The amazing Artist: @sweetgazelle
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Reblog if you think public libraries are important and should be maintained.
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It’s an unspoken agreement. Any time you need a little comfort, when you’re having an especially rough day, or when you just need a little companionship, you make your way to one particular spot in the garden of the Demon Lord’s Castle. It’s a comfortable bench beside a pond full of lily pads that can be seen from one of the kitchen windows.
You sit on the bench, your back to the castle, watching the ripples on the surface of the pond. The soft breeze blows through your hair, the eternal stars reflecting off of your skin. And you wait.
You rarely have to wait long. You know that even if he doesn’t see you himself, one of the Little Ds always will.
You find yourself there often, needing to feel the solidity of Barbatos’s presence beside you on the bench. The little things he brings you: a spare cookie, a bag of tea, a length of ribbon. It’s always exactly what you need, the comfort of being known, of being seen.
The day you spot him sitting alone on a bench in the garden at the House of Lamentation, you’re so surprised you aren’t sure what to do at first. Until you realize he’s there because he needs you.
You will never forget the look in his eyes when you sit beside him. The tremble in his touch when you take his hand. The thudding of your heart when he leans his head on your shoulder. The trust he places in you - the only person who sees this side of him.
You always check the garden for him after that. He rarely has to wait long. If you don’t see him, one of the brothers always will. His visits become almost as frequent as your own, revealing his desire to see you, to be near you, to feel you beside him. It’s an unspoken agreement.
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pairing: lucifer x gn!mc
word count: 1k
summary: you and lucifer get into an argument, and you block him as he's typing.
set in obey me nightbringer (but there are no spoilers!)
To put it simply, you have been exhausted as of late. With the brothers running you ragged, and midterms approaching at RAD, your patience has worn dangerously thin.
And apparently, so has Lucifer’s.
Lucifer:
Did you forget something?
You:
Not that I recall. Why?
Lucifer:
Well, obviously you have forgotten. So, I’ll gladly remind you.
Satan must have been lent you some of his tomes. And YOU forgot to put them back where they belong. Safely tucked away.
They are scattered all over the living room along with the papers you’ve scribbled all over. Come over at once and clean up your mess.
Annoyance bubbled in your gut at the request — no, his demand.
You’re lounging on the couch with takeout on the way and thanks to Solomon, a hot bath (with bubbles) awaits you. If you were to go over to the House of Lamentation to fulfill Lucifer’s demand, the night you had planned for yourself would be ruined. With a glance at the time, you notice that it’s approaching midnight and there’s no fucking way you are leaving the comfort of the couch to attend to any of the brother’s needs.
And the last thing you need right now is to be on the receiving end of one of Lucifer’s lectures through text.
You:
No. Not now.
Lucifer:
It wasn’t a suggestion. Come over to the House of Lamentation now.
You:
I said no, Lucifer. It’s late and I’ve had a long day.
Lucifer:
And you think I haven’t had a long day?
What makes you think I want to come out of my office to see the mess you have left all over the living room?
I don’t think I have to remind you that you’re also our attendant.
You:
That doesn’t make me your maid. Listen, I’m sorry for not cleaning up after myself but I’ll clean it up tomorrow.
Lucifer:
I’m not going to tell you a third time.
. . .
As his message comes through and the three little dots pop up that signal he’s still typing, you decide that you are done for the night. You refuse to put yourself through more of this torture and to get under his skin, you block him.
You throw your phone on the couch, force yourself to stand up from your position, and head to the bathroom to take a bath. The time it takes to undress and get into the tub is almost record time. The water instantly warms your skin. It’s the perfect temperature. Solomon also didn’t forget to set the atmosphere. There are candles lit all around the bathroom which only adds to the flowery scent emanating from the bubbles. You slide down further into the tub until the water encapsulates you from your shoulders down.
You’re not sure how long you were asleep until the sound of a door slamming shut startles you awake.
“Solomon?”
The silence that follows makes your heart start pounding. It’s unlike him to not announce his arrival and peek in to see what you’re up to. With a pounding heart and a lump in your throat, you call out for him again.
Nothing.
The water sloshes and spills out over the edge of the tub as you move to get out. There’s no time to dry off as your nerves start to get the best of you. You snatch your satin robe, a gift from Asmo, off its hook and tie it around your waist once you shrug it on.
The urgency in your footsteps is evident as you come hauling ass into the living room. A figure looms in the darkness of the hallway and you move towards it without a second thought.
“What the fuck!” You shout, pushing who you think is Solomon back a few steps. He stumbles but regains his balance almost instantly and you flick the light switch on.
Instead of being met with Solomon’s gentle and teasing smile, you are met with the eldest brother in his demon form. And he’s furious.
Anger still swirls deep in your gut, but it’s nothing compared to the undeniable rage emanating from Lucifer. You’re frozen in your spot as Lucifer inches closer to tower over you.
“Think you can just ignore my messages? That you can block me whenever you please?” His crimson eyes are glazed over and a scowl is set in stone on his face. It’s at this moment that you realize there’s nothing that you could say to calm him down. And that thought alone absolutely thrills you.
“Why can’t I? Because I’m your attendant or because I’m ‘yours’?” You say defiantly, tilting your chin up to prove that you aren’t scared of him. “Last I checked, I’m off the clock.”
“Last I checked, you are mine.” Lucifer snarls. “Or have you forgotten that as well?”
“It’s pathetic that you think I belong to you and you alone, Lucifer. Don’t I attend to all of you?”
“Pathetic?” He tilts his head and oh, you’ve fucked up. He takes hold of the straps of your robe and grips them firmly before he tugs, forcing you to take a step towards him. He’s so close that you can feel his hot breath fanning your face and the air feels as though it’s been sucked straight out of your lungs. You’re hoping that he’ll release his grip on your robe, but he doesn’t.
He leans down to whisper into your ear, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine. “Shall I remind you?” Lucifer tightens his grip on your robe to further emphasize his point. “Since you so obviously need to be taught a lesson.”
You hesitate to respond, stunned at his change in behavior. But as he returns to standing tall above you, eyes piercing into yours, you know he’s still pissed. You, a human who is no match for a demon as powerful and infamous as Lucifer, dare to challenge him? As the Avatar of Pride, there’s no way Lucifer could ever let that slide.
“Apologize.”
“Excuse me?”
“Apologize for being an asshole and maybe I’ll let you stay for the night.”
He’s quiet for a moment, thinking. But you continue.
“There’s absolutely no reason for you to ever speak to me that way. Haven’t I been good to you, Luci? You deserved to be blocked for how you acted.” You place your hands on his chest, smoothing down his perfectly ironed button down shirt. His eyes follow your actions, as if he’s actually considering to step down from his pedestal and apologize.
“So won’t you be a good boy and apologize for interrupting my bath? And for being an asshole?” You grin up at him, sliding your hands down from his chest to grab his own, where they are still gripping your robe. “And maybe go out and get me some dinner while you’re at it, since you left my takeout outside in the cold?”
“Do I look like your attendant?”
“Yeah. Though I would definitely prefer you to wear your uniform.” You nod, unable to stop your grin from widening. He’s already fallen for it.
“Get your hands off me. You’re not allowed to touch me until you’ve apologized.”
He listens immediately and retracts from you as though your skin burns to the touch.
“So?”
“Sorry.” He mutters so quietly, you could barely hear it if not for the close proximity.
“What?” You tease, leaning in closer. “Say that again for me? A little louder?”
His gloved hands make contact with your face and his lips meet yours in a clash. His kisses are desperate, rushed, and sloppy which sets your insides ablaze at his fervor. He rarely loses control, so to see it for yourself...
When you pull back for air and open your eyes, Lucifer’s smug expression makes you want to smack him.
“Sorry.” He repeats as he lifts a thumb to wipe your spit from his bottom lip. “I just wanted to see you. You’re the only person I wanted to be with tonight.”
#haezen writes!#lucifer x reader#obey me lucifer#obey me x reader#obey me scenarios#lucifer morningstar#obey me lucifer x mc#lucifer x mc#lucifer x you#obey me shall we date
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Trick or Treat!
Let’s have a trick please
"so they're stuck like that forever?!" mammon wailed angrily, his hand gesturing towards where you were sat on the couch, wild and annoyed.
satan's brow twitched in irritation. "did you even listen to what he said? it'll fade in a few days like every other minor spell."
solomon let out a lighthearted chuckle before speaking up again. "i've seen binding spells go sour in all sorts of ways, but never quite like... this."
"i'm still confused on why them of all people, though," asmo sighed. "any of us could have ended up tied together. why them?"
"a binding spell brings two objects together. a lack of focus when casting can cause it to lose track of its target and seek what it deems as objects with the most mutual attraction. like the path of least resistance, basically." with that, solomon stood.
ruby eyes followed the red string of fate tied around one of his pale fingers, weaving across wooden floors and around couch legs to where a matching knot rested just above your knuckle on the opposite side of the room. lucifer's gaze held a smoldering intensity that you dared not meet-- any acknowledgement of the "mutual attraction" described would only embarrass you further. considering how you'd already seemed to bury yourself into the throw pillows near your seat, nobody had to guess you were a little sore about your secret being exposed.
these metaphorical handcuffs would be a little inconvenient, sure. but the smugness heating his chest was present on his smirk, his slightly flushed cheeks, and the reverent silence he'd sat in since solomon explained your dilemma. only when the common room cleared out for the night did he attempt to make his move.
tug. tug tug.
the pressure on your finger made your eyes trace the now-taut string to lucifer. he'd gathered most of it in his hands, tugging once more to beckon you closer.
"it appears you and i have a lot to discuss tonight."
wanna trick-or-treat with me?
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a/n: OKAYY IM SLOWLY COMING BACK im defrosting my writing skills ... they're frozen
(not proofread mb)
belphegor x gn!mc
2:56 A.M.
The perfect time for a late-night snack.
You make your way to the kitchen and try to be as quiet as possible, so as to not disturb any of the demon brothers ‘peacefully’ sleeping in their rooms. Though it’s useless because you can hear Levi screaming at his teammates behind a closed door. That was normal for the third-born. If you listen carefully, you can also hear a faint tune playing all the way from behind Lucifer’s door up in his study.
You tip-toe to the kitchen and peek around the corner to ensure Beel isn’t already inside rummaging around for scraps. Aaand he’s nowhere to be seen. Perfect.
During your time down in the Devildom with the demon brothers, you have noticed that there's rarely a day that passes where there are snacks for you to enjoy at night. Luckily, tonight seems to be an exception because a singular cookie is sitting smack dab in the middle of the kitchen island. Your favorite flavor.
You creep towards it to inspect it. How could this be?
There’s not a single letter, mark, or name written on the wrapper. There’s also no ignoring the convenient absence of any note that would indicate not to eat it. Surely with Beel’s senses, he would have been able to sniff this cookie out in his sleep. It’s a miracle that the cookie has lasted this long.
The growling of your stomach pulls you out of your thoughts. Nobody would miss this cookie if it was gone, right? There’s no time to debate or allow your conscience to take over because before you know it, you’ve already taken a ginormous bite out of the cookie. And it tastes absolutely divine. It tastes so heavenly that you can’t help but close your eyes to savor the flavors that overwhelm your taste buds. Have you ever had a cookie that tasted so good?
The bliss you’re experiencing from a singular bite out of this godly cookie comes to an abrupt end.
Creeaaak!
Oh, god. Please don’t be a ghost. You think as you peek around the kitchen door. Nobody’s there. You assure yourself. Everybody is busy or asleep. This house is just really old so of course it’s going to be creaky.
You take another bite and it’s just as good as the first. So maybe a moan escaped from your mouth? It tastes so good that you don’t care if any of the brothers heard you.
A glass of milk would go perfectly with this cookie. Even though it tastes amazing on its own, it’s kinda making your mouth go dry. You fling open the fridge door to grab the carton of milk – nearly empty.
With no one around to chastise you, you unscrew the cap and take a swig right from the container. As you begin to slowly shut the fridge and screw the cap back on, a dark figure is directly behind the previously open fridge door.
You want to scream but with your mouth full, you end up spitting milk straight into their face.
“What the fuck!” He yells with his hands outstretched in shock as he looks down at the floor.
“Belphie?” You whisper in disbelief, trying to calm your rapidly pounding heart. You want to feel bad for the demon because he's now soaking wet. But…you don’t because he scared the shit out of you while you were peacefully minding your business. He deserved it.
Ever since you told the demon brothers about Halloween and all of its traditions that you participated in up in the human world, the brothers have been tirelessly working to make it possible for you to celebrate the holiday in the Devildom too. Belphegor must have thought that scaring the shit out of you was perfectly in season. The thought of him planning the scare makes you wanna slap him. (Not that it’d hurt him, but just to get your point across that you didn’t exactly appreciate the gesture)
As your attack left him, his face, and his hair soaking wet, he’s forced to brush his bangs back out of his face to see properly. He tries to adjust to your unexpected reaction to his prank, but he could have never expected to be standing right in the splash-zone.
“Why would you DO that!” You whisper-yell and lightly push him backwards.
“I wasn’t expecting you to spit all over me!” Belphie groans in his defense, regaining his balance from your shove. “I was just trying to give you a good little scare.”
You slam the fridge door shut and shake the milk carton in front of his face. “You want the rest? Because I sure am tempted to dump the rest over you, you jerk!”
“Are you trying to get on my bad side?”
“Are YOU trying to get on mine?!”
“Ah, right.” He laughs and snags a hand towel from the counter to dab his face dry. “Well…I don’t suppose you want to help me?”
“Surely you’re joking?” You set the carton down by your half-eaten cookie on the counter. “You want help, Belphie? I can help you plenty!”
The look on his face sours at your sarcastic tone. He’s about to roll his eyes but the sensation of your warm hands coming into contact with the wet clothes on his skin forces him into giving you his full attention.
You grab a fistful of his shirt and pull him closer, sticking out your tongue to lick his cheek. Belphie recoils in disgust but you don’t miss the slight tinge of pink dusting over his pale cheeks.
“You’re fucking disgusting!” He complains as he throws his head back. As he’s lifting his hands up to try and push you away, you lean in even closer to continue your assault. “Hey!”
“You asked for it!”
Giggles and loud protests from the both of you fill the kitchen. Neither of you want to let the other win. As the fight continues on, the louder his squeals and your laughter become.
You sneak in a particularly wet lick on his jaw and as he cringes away, his foot slips out from beneath him. In the blink of an eye, you've fallen on top of the seventh-born. The fiery look behind his violet eyes and the slowly growing smirk on his face (as he plots revenge) makes you want to kiss him.
“Oh, you’re so in for it now [Name].”
“I would say that the BOTH of you are in for it now.”
At the sound of Lucifer’s voice, you scramble off of Belphie immediately. Heat floods your body and when you meet Belphegor’s eyes, they are just as wide as your own. The apologetic smile he offers you in the midst of being caught immediately steels your nerves.
“If this kitchen is not cleaner than before you entered it in approximately ten minutes, both of you will deeply regret having left the comfort of your rooms tonight.”
"Yes sirrrr..."
#haezen writes!#obey me x reader#belphegor x reader#obey me fluff#obey me belphegor#om! belphie#shall we date belphegor#belphegor x you#belphie x reader#obey me belphie
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update im like 4k words into rin fic but I AM HAVING DOUBTS!!!! pls bear w me yall 😭
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ALRIGHT BELPHIE FUCKERS COME GET UR FOOD
i hope i got his characterization right! he's a tricky one for me.
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gn!mc x belphegor
description: NSFW, you and belphie get stoned and have some fun.
warnings: drug use, belphie calls you dumb as foreplay
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"Found you," you said, popping your head into the attic. Belphie jumped, nearly dropping his glass water pipe, scrambling to secure the piece before it could slip between his fingers.
"Don't DO that!" He spluttered, then choked.
"Don't pout," you chided him, shutting the door behind you and making your way across the room. He glared at you, eyes red and glassy, wet from his previous coughing fit. The attic was dim, lit only by an abundance of fairy lights, and the air hung thick and heavy with a heady, herbal smell you found somewhat comforting in its familiarity.
"Let me hit that," You plopped down onto the bed beside him. He obliged, passing you the pipe and a lighter. Belphie's expression softens when you light up. It's cute, he thinks, but he's not sure why.
"That's how it's done," You exhaled easily, "Big bong-rip Belphie."
Belphie snorted, "You're so stupid."
"The stupidest," You agreed.
The demon flopped backwards against his mattress, arms splayed wide.
"I thought you were going out to that new club opening with Asmo?" He asked, eyes growing heavy.
"I wasn't really feeling up to it," You took another hit from the pipe, "Thought I'd come spend some time with you, instead."
Belphie felt his cheeks warm. His body was buzzing watching smoke curl in the air above his head. You set the pipe on the floor before falling back to match his pose. A brief whiff of your shampoo tickled his nose and had him reaching for you instinctively.
"C'mere," He mumbled, pulling you against his chest. It didn't take much convincing. Or, at least, it wouldn't have if you had much choice in the matter to begin with. You always smelled so good and right now all Belphie wanted was to bury himself in it.
He wound himself around you in the way he always did, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. Your body felt warm and pliable next to his, skin so soft against his lips. He couldn't help but sink his teeth in.
"Belphie!" You gasped, senses heightened. He gave a little groan in response, sucking, flicking his tongue against the tender mark. You shiver when he pulls you tighter to roll his hips against yours, thin sweatpants leaving nothing to the imagination.
You repeat his name, quieter this time, carding your hands through his hair. The seventh-born was deceptively strong, despite his slight build. He continued his gentle assault on your neck, nipping at your collar bone, holding you firmly in place to better rut against you. Your face burned feeling him rub his bulge at the apex between your legs.
Belphie huffed, breath hot against your skin, letting out a needy whine. You grabbed at the back of his sweatshirt, and he relents just enough space for you to snake your hands inside. Your fingers leave a trail of goosebumps across the pale expanse of his back and shoulders.
"You're so sensitive," you tease, a hair above a whisper. You can feel his lips curl into a smile, teeth brushing against your flesh.
"Want you," He pants, voice raspy from smoke, breaths growing ragged. It was your turn to oblige, and he lifts his arms eagerly when he feels you start to shift his shirt up and over. You want to take a moment to appreciate the pretty boy next to you, but he quickly dives back into you, locking his legs around your waist and rolling to pull you on top of him. You bite your lip, unable to completely hide the goofy grin threatening to break through. He was too cute, you thought, pulling your shirt over your head, tossing it aside unceremoniously. He grabbed your wrists, placing your hands on his chest looking up at you expectantly from beneath heavy lashes. Cute and spoiled.
"Hey, I said no pouting," You purr, leaning in to kiss him. It was a trap you fell into willingly.
Belphie was always a little rough with you, and once you were in his iron grip, there was no backing out. He tangled his fingers in your hair, pushing his tongue against the seam of your lips, demanding access that you grant immediately. He moaned into your mouth at the taste of your tongue, a small wet patch pooling on his light grey bottoms. You hook your fingers into the elastic waistband, shimmying his pants and underwear beneath his hips in one go. More goosebumps crop up along Belphie's thighs, exposed to the cool attic air. The two of you fumble together, your hands on his cock, teeth clacking together in a messy kiss that is half desperation half giggles.
Your thoughts blur, head feeling like it's filled with cotton balls instead of brains. Your pants are off, though you're not quite sure when or how it happened. You straddle him, drinking in the sight of his body twisting with need beneath you.
"Touch me more," He whines, and how could you say no to that?
You shuffle back a little, lift his cock to your lips, and swallow him whole in one fluid motion. He gasps at the feeling of your plush lips wrapped around him, wringing the bed sheets between clenched fists. You brace yourself, putting weight against his hips when he tries to buck further into your throat.
You bob your head along his length, tongue twisting to pull more sinful noises from your pactmate. Despite your best efforts, Belphie thrusts into your mouth. You try to keep pace, but can sense the sick satisfaction radiating off him when you gag, leaving his cock slick with drool.
He grinds against your mouth, "Fuck me now." It's not a request. You scramble to get into position, and Belphie makes a mental note to tease you later for your shamelessness.
You line up the head of his cock to press against your entrance. Belphie chews his bottom lip and gives a few shallow thrusts out of his control. Finally, finally, you allow him to sink into you, and he feels like he's melting.
You take a moment to steady yourself and adjust, despite Belphie squirming in protest. He paws at you, hands roaming from your hips to chest to pinch your pert nipples, rolling the sensitive buds between his fingers. The sensation mixed with how full you feel sends you reeling. You rock your hips, slowly at first, but the movement is as much permission as Belphie needs to take things further. He grips you by the hips, throwing your balance off-kilter. You brace yourself, arms on either side of his head, stars bursting behind your eyes as he fucks up into you.
Sweat plasters Belphie's bangs to his forehead, his previous demanding tone replaced by low, wordless grunts. He stares intently at the place where you connect, pupils blown wide. The way you enveloped him was too much, too soft and tight, warm walls dragging around him while he throbbed inside of you. He dug his nails into the fat of your ass leaving little crescent moon shaped marks along your skin. He wasn't going to last, not with the way your body slotted so perfectly against his, like you were made for him.
From the erratic way you bounced on his cock, he figured you weren't going to last much longer, either. You clenched around him, unable to do much more than whimper and be used.
"Gonna cum," You nearly sob. Belphie sucks air in through his teeth, feeling that familiar tightening in his core that signaled he was a goner. He reaches between your bodies to toy with your sex. It's enough to push you over the edge.
You cry out, body pulsing as your orgasm overtakes you in waves, leaving you a pliant, dripping, trembling mess. So pretty for him, he thinks before his mind goes fuzzy. He bites down on your shoulder, getting lost in the feeling of your warmth and the salty taste of your skin as you take his cum deep inside.
Your movement together slows, the only sound being your heavy breathing punctuated by the occasional creak of the bedframe. When you are sure he's spent, you collapse on top of Belphie, who wraps his arms around you, caging you against him.
He's asleep, you soon realize. And you're trapped, again.
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You guys do know you're supposed to reblog things, right
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PSA!!!!!!!
IM ALIVE AND IM WRITING STUFF, JUST SLOWLY !
i'll post something eventually...swear.. but here for inspiration, please vote in this poll for me <333
THANK U SMMM <3
#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader#tsukishima x reader#leviathan x reader#blue lock x reader#rin itoshi#hanamaki takahiro
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He's so bbgirl
I didn't even play the game anymore, but his design it was so WOH😳 that I had to draw it
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random haikyuu!! headcanons
Hinata loves learning languages. It gets to the point that if a friend has to learn a language, he will try learning it with them so they have someone to work on it with. (That's what he says. He's actually just excited to have an excuse to learn a new language.)
Oikawa falls in love with random people all the time. At the cinema, the supermarket, restaurants, literally anywhere. He will either think about them for a couple hours or years. (He also never speaks to any of them.)
Akaashi reads so much shoujo manga. It's a stress reliever and it's fun watching how the formula will play out. He sees it as a guilty pleasure, but he will also admit it without fear.
Atsumu has read everything Rick Riordan has written. He's read Percy Jackson and the Olympians series over 10 times. He's anxiously awaiting for the show to come out and loves the casting. Osamu hasn't read any of the books, but basically knows what happened because of Atsumu's in-depth summary/analysis on it.
Osamu has read the entire The Hunger Games series at least five times. Catching Fire is his favorite movie, but Mockingjay is his favorite book. Atsumu has only watched the movies and convinced Osamu to play The Hunger Games movie at Osamu's restaurant one day since it was off season for volleyball.
Tsukishima forced Yamaguchi to sit through dinosaur presentations when they were younger. These consisted of his talking about a new dinosaur/dinosaur fact he learned while holding up a photo of said dinosaur he printed out. These presentations later turned into just watching documentaries.
During university, Iwaizumi had trail mix in his bag at all times. He'd buy it in bulk and have liked 10 small bags of it in his backpack. This was because his friends and classmates would feel sick because they hadn't eaten, so he always had something with him. Also helped when he had back-to-back classes and couldn't get lunch. He continued bringing trail mix with him after university. Japan's National volleyball team has made him have to buy so much trail mix it's ridiculous.
After three years of not getting sick, Sugawara was sick for a week, so he couldn't go to work. A coworker stopped by and delivered a get well soon card signed by all of Sugawara's students. He cried and put it on his fridge so he can always see it. (And as a reminder that he shouldn't actually quit his job.)
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