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OC Questionnaire (Part 2)
And here's the rest of them (here are the others)! xdd
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NAME: Liam Amell/Hawke
NICKNAME: Hawke, Prancer, Shorty, Bro (he and Bethy started calling each other bro and sis ironically and then it became unironical)
GENDER: Male
TAROT CARD:  Three of Swords
HEIGHT: Lower end of average
ORIENTATION: Bi (and maybe demi-ace?)
NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Fereldan Human (Marcher/Fereldan parents)
FAVORITE FRUIT: Blueberries
FAVORITE SEASON: Early to mid autumn
FAVORITE FLOWER: Dandelions
FAVORITE SCENT: Nutmeg, freshly cut grass, leather balm
COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Coffee (with milk)
AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 7?
DOGS OR CATS: Dogs, no contest lol
DREAM TRIP: None really, he's fine with staying in the south
NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 0-1 (smh he keeps sharing beds with blanket stealers....)
RANDOM FACT: Someone tried to insult him once by saying he smells like wet dog. Unfortunately for them, he took it as a compliment
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NAME: Lilian Amell/Hawke
NICKNAME: Lil Bird (don't call her that), Hawke, Champ
GENDER: Female (would probably experiment with gender expression more if there weren't other things on her mind)
TAROT CARD:  Wheel of Fortune or King of Wands
HEIGHT: Tall (def taller than Liam)
ORIENTATION: Demiro bi and poly
NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Fereldan Human (Marcher/Fereldan parents)
FAVORITE FRUIT: Peaches
FAVORITE SEASON: Summer
FAVORITE FLOWER: Golden rain
FAVORITE SCENT: Sea air, dried fish, vanilla, rum
COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Hot chocolate, even if she denies it
AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 8-ish, up to 10 if she has the chance to (gets grumpy if she gets less)
DOGS OR CATS: Dogs
DREAM TRIP: Rivain (been there, loves it)
NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 2
RANDOM FACT: Forever mad that Seb outdrinks her at every competition and forever determined to beat him
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NAME: Juniper Margaret June Trevelyan
NICKNAME: Junie (childhood nickname; won't let anyone call her that), Sparker, Bluetit
GENDER: Female
TAROT CARD:  Knight of Wands
HEIGHT: Short (shortest of my human guys, only taller than noya and kala lol)
ORIENTATION: Aro Bisexual
NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Marcher Human
FAVORITE FRUIT: Cherry tomatoes (they're fruit!) (shes not much of a fruit person)
FAVORITE SEASON: Late summer
FAVORITE FLOWER: Doesn't have one
FAVORITE SCENT: Hay, burnt dust, petrol, ozone
COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Coffee
AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 8
DOGS OR CATS: Both but slight dog bias
DREAM TRIP: Minrathous
NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 1 (she gets hot easily)
RANDOM FACT: She can make her hair sparkle like snow with ice magic
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NAME: Ari Adaar
NICKNAME: ..Ari is the nickname lolol
GENDER: Agender (presents masc but Qunari gender is funky)
TAROT CARD: The World or Seven of Cups
HEIGHT: Tall (i like to think he is a bit taller than Bull just because it's funny)
ORIENTATION: Pan and some flavour of a-spec
NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Marcher Vashoth (Seheron parents)
FAVORITE FRUIT: Pomelo but he's allergic; 2nd choice is woodapple
FAVORITE SEASON: Winter
FAVORITE FLOWER: Elder or Jasmine
FAVORITE SCENT: Cardamon, pine needles, iron
COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Black tea (w loads of sugar)
AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 5
DOGS OR CATS: Neither, really
DREAM TRIP: Antiva, to Josie's place :)
NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 1 usually, 2 or one thick one in skyhold/very cold places
RANDOM FACT: He takes an interest in beekeeping and might get into it properly if/when he settles down
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NAME: Adriel (Hawke)
NICKNAME: Addie, Pup, Magpie, Junior
GENDER: Female (has a bit of a gender crisis/ experimentation phase when she learns she's intersex but settles back on to female)
TAROT CARD: The Hermit
HEIGHT: Average to tall-ish (grows up to be about as tall as Fenris)
ORIENTATION: A-spec lesbian
NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: ?? Elf (she doesn't know; probably Marcher?)
FAVORITE FRUIT: Pomegranates!
FAVORITE SEASON: Spring to early summer
FAVORITE FLOWER: Pansies
FAVORITE SCENT: Fresh linen, cats (they smell good!), hot wax
COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Fruity teas
AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 7
DOGS OR CATS: Cats
DREAM TRIP: Kind of really curious about Tevinter actually (don't tell pa....)
NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 1, preferably fuzzy!
RANDOM FACT: She is scared of horses because the first time she tried to ride one it god spooked by something and threw her off
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I am saying bye to any potential redemption of writing that Shinoa’s character could have ever had right now…
(OR how to completely destroy a FMC Kagami style…)
It’s just sad when I reminisce about those 2015 times and think about how, if things had went differently, Shinoa could have ended up there up in the podium with the other select few best written female protagonists of the shōnen genre.
I know many people use “x character has so much potential” frequently (including myself) but for me, Shinoa’s character is the biggest waste I came across in all these years of watching anime, and reading manga and LNs.
In shōnen, you usually have male characters who are the son of an important clan or the vessel of an important creature or something of that sort whereas female characters don’t really have much going on. At most they will be a girl from a noble family, but this is just for the rich girl archetype and the rich girl-peasant guy dynamics between fc and mc. The family in itself most likely is not relevant to the plot or to their character development.
That’s why Shinoa was something more unique. She is all what the male characters have in one. Her story is on par with that of Mika and Yuu. She is a member of the most influential family in the story, she is the sister of one of the central figures behind the apocalypse and the weapons the army uses, she is the vessel of the villain of OnS, and her past of isolation, experimentation and family abuse has massively shaped her personality which has been quite highlighted throughout the manga and the light novels (i.e. her dry personality, her self-deprecating comments, etc.).
However, all of these just went into the drain. Shinoa just lost all what made her interesting to me. Putting aside the fact that it seems like the Hīragi family lost their relevance in the story, Kagami placed more importance on Shinoa’s feelings for Yuu than her family situation for her character arc. The arc didn’t touch upon aspects like, what Shinoa wants to do in respect with her family? When it comes to her sister, putting aside that Mahiru seems quite secondary lately, the importance of their relationship to the story is past their expiry date. We didn’t even get a proper reunion of them or Shinoa being shocked to see her after 8 years. They had hours to have a talk (the car scene could have been a good setting for it since they had nothing else to do), and if they were to talk now, the timing would be just so off that it would just completely lose its emotional purpose.
As for her being the vessel of Shikama, well, what I need to say: her character arc was anticlimactic. The female protagonist being possessed by the most powerful being in the story would have been such a big moment for the story, Shinoa’s big moment, but that only ended up in disappointment for the expectations it created. From the build up to this moment to everyone being worried about her heart stopping and every faction sensing the awakening of the First, what followed after was very underwhelming. Literally after she gets possessed everyone of her squad goes on to do their own thing and the plot’s focus just shifts onto Guren and Yuu’s fight, and Mika’s death without first giving enough conclusion to Shinoa’s arc. Thus, one big event overshadowed another big one. Nothing really happened with the possessed Shinoa, just Shikama causing some ruckus around the city. We could have seen Shinoa struggling to regain control, her feelings while Shikama was using her body, her squadmates calling her to come back to their senses, a powerful scene of friendship but nothing of that sort happened. Instead, Shinoa came back just because of some sinful keys that Guren, Mahiru and Noya used, and then those three left and went to Mika and Yuu. So basically we are left with the impression that Shinoa being possessed by the First was something to take care off quickly, 10 minutes of sinful keys and onto their next task. This at least could have been used for a powerful Hīragi sisters reunion, but again it just didn’t happen, and even when she comes back to normal, everyone treats her as if they forgot she almost died. We see no reaction of Yuu and Kimizuki. We see Yoichi being relieved to see both Shinoa and Mitsuba alive, but there is no distinction between them even though Shinoa was in far more danger than Mitsuba. The only one we got a proper reaction from was Mitsuba, and instead of being a rare moment of female friendship in OnS, this was quickly played off as a boob joke.
Ironically, some of these moments I mentioned only happened when Shinoa got possessed for a second time. We see Yuu running to her in worry (the shoulder scene) and her being the one to fight off Shikama but this in my opinion was a very poor choice of timing. All of these should have happened when Shinoa got possessed the first time. A second possession just doesn’t have as much impact as the first one. Why do we see Yuu worry for Shinoa after her second possession but not after the first one? Overall, this makes his worry come off as cheap even if the author didn’t mean it just because the timing is so wrong. Her fight against Shikama was just frustrating to look at because it was all just a Mary Sue bullsh*t when we all know that it was the drugs holding Shikama back. Then, the author kills it by making Shikama abandon her as if she wasn’t actually a necessary piece in his millenia old plan, even though he has spent centuries looking for a vessel.
Overall, it feels as if Shinoa’s character arc happened not for the sake of her character development, but rather to use Shinoa as a means for other characters’ stories and plans. One example of this could be Mika and Yuu. Every scene with Shinoa (with or without Yuu) follows or is followed by a mikayuu scene that has far more emotional impact, and a lot of Shinoa’s actions and words parallel Yuu’s actions and words to Mika, as if to use her character to tell the readers that yes, Mika and Yuu’s relationship is a romantic one because if Shinoa has romantic feelings for Yuu, and she says the same words to Yuu that Yuu says to Mika, doesn’t it mean Yuu loves Mika romantically? Something of that sort… And these parallels are way too many now that it looks like Shinoa’s scenes are a cheap copy of mikayuu scenes.
I stopped liking Shinoa years ago but I still had hopes that after Yuu’s “rejection” she would have some time to calm down, let her feelings out and maybe talk with the rest of her squad for emotional support. After all, everything happened just in one day for her. I still had this tiny hope because Kagami said he was studying storytelling, and it’s not like we have many female characters in OnS, much less active ones and to be frank Shinoa is actually the only female in OnS that has been getting substantial screentime in these last years, as Mitsuba, Krul and even Mahiru have been quite secondary. So at least I wanted one positive input of female characterisation into the current OnS events.
What I did not expect was Shinoa going full obsessive rejected girl mode and threatening the life of her crush’s most important person while also starving the poor and hungry to death. This is such a massive downgrade for a girl who said that at the beginning of the manga that she didn’t want to be like her sister. With Mahiru it felt natural and well written because her character was established like that from the beginning but for Shinoa the writing is all over the place. Now not only she is a copy of Yuu, but also of Mahiru, and this makes her lose all her originality.
Her order of burning the food of all Ikebukuro’s settlements is not only inhuman but also plain stupid and unnecessary. It’s as if this chapter tries to make Shinoa look cool with her acting like the leader but all that comes out of her mouth is garbage. After all the interesting things that she lost, what remained for her was her role as squad leader. True, she stopped acting like a leader way long ago but as I said before, after Yuu’s “rejection” this time could have been used on her bonding with her other three squadmates. Kagami could have still had performed a minimal rescue of Shinoa’s character at this point. However, the writing failed when trying to make Shinoa take the spotlight in the group before working on her leadership abilities, establishing that she was smart or at the very least, form a bond of trust between Shinoa and the other three. That’s why these scenes don’t give the impression that the rest are letting Shinoa do the leading because they know how capable she is and place their trust on her, and rather it looks like simply a matter of screentime. It’s simple: Shinoa is the female protagonist, she speaks, those three are cardboad cutouts, they don’t get to speak. Take Ferid, Crowley, Mahiru and Krul conveniently out of the picture too. That’s why her being the leader now feels anti natural.
Now I feel like Shinoa’s character is completely unsalvageable. It looks like Kagami really embarked on a journey to make Shinoa as unlikeable as possible. Her character arc should be over by now; a good portion of the manga was spent on her and she is no longer relevant to the plot now that she lost Shikama, and the story from now on should be focusing on the main events. If I remember well Kagami said he wanted to give the Hīragi sisters a happy ending but if that means Shinoa will finally learn to move on, I must say that at this point is too late for it. Too much time of this manga was spent on ruining her character to make her a “good” character ever again.
I know it’s not only her that has been ruined by Kagami’s writing, but again, to me she had the biggest potential and that’s why it’s even sadder.
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osamusbigtits · 11 months
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"it's green."
nishinoya nods. "I thought it was nice at the store. it's also not too big for your first time."
tanaka nods, eyes stuck on the strap-on. neon green. fits nicely in nishinoya's hand. it's a little smaller than tanaka is.
"we don't have to," nishinoya says softly. "if you're not ready, it's okay. we can do it-"
"no," tanaka interrupts. "no, I want to. I just- it's happening." he meets nishinoya's eyes. "it just feels more real, you know?"
nishinoya walks forward and gently places the strap-on in tanaka's hand. tanaka wraps his fingers around it, letting himself feel it and process what's going to happen.
"we'll go slow," nishinoya says.
tanaka's never really had anything inside of him like that. nishinoya has poked and prodded a couple times in more intense moments, and tanaka never hated it. but it was never anything more than 2 of nishinoya's fingers.
this dildo was far bigger than nishinoya's fingers.
"we have lube, right?" tanaka asks.
nishinoya laughs. "of course we do. I also bought some more just in case."
tanaka laughs nervously.
~
tanaka ends up under nishinoya, thighs shaking from one orgasm. brought over the edge by nishinoya's fingers and hand.
nishinoya kisses tanaka's thigh.
"you're doing so good," nishinoya says softly. everything sends shockwaves through tanaka's body. his mind is already blurred, lost in pleasure.
he wants more- no, tanaka needs to be fucked. he's never needed something this desperately.
"yuu, please," tanaka begs, voice weak.
nishinoya seems to vibrate with excitement. "you ready?" he asks. his hands gently rub tanaka's thighs. it's meant to be soothing, but it makes tanaka so needy. his cock twitches where it rests on his stomach.
tanaka nods.
nishinoya smiles, a small comfort. he sits up and leans down to kiss tanaka and tanaka eagerly kisses back.
trailing a hand up tanaka's body and fingers grazing his arm, nishnoya takes tanaka's hand. kiss turning into a mess of tongue and teeth as noya slow presses into tanaka.
tanaka gasps and nishinoya kisses down tanaka's jaw to his neck.
breathing out harshly, tanaka shakes. he wraps his legs around nishinoya's waist, his hand tightens on nishinoya's.
"how do you feel?" nishinoya asks softly. lips linger on tanaka's jaw, feeling the soft skin there are tanaka breathes.
"it's- fuck, yuu, I can't," tanaka groans. against his will, his hips grind down on the strap.
"good?" nishinoya asks. experimentally, he pulls back and gently thrusts back in.
tanaka's eyes squeeze shut. "fuck, yes, again. yuu, please, again." tanaka's pants. nishinoya watches tanaka's free hand dig into the pillow above his head.
smiling, nishinoya starts a slow, gentle pace. he watches tanaka closely, making sure that tanaka feels good and stay relaxed.
nishinoya shifts his hips, thrusting just a bit quicker. tanaka's eyes flash open as he moans, loud. a gasp of a moan, back arching. he begs, words flying out of his mouth. "harder, fast, please, yuu, I need."
nishinoya shushes him with a kiss. nishinoya feels so wet at the moans, a heat starting in his belly at the gorgeous sounds tanaka makes.
tanaka moans into nishinoya's mouth. gasps and groans all for nishinoya to hear.
nishinoya moans, unable to help himself. he can only imagine what tanaka must feel like. how tight tanaka is, how he tightens everytime nishinoya bites his neck.
tanaka gasps, moaning loud. his free hand- the other one still tightly intertwined with nishinoya's- scrambles, digging his nails into noya's back.
"I'm close, fuck, yuu please," tanaka begs, voice loud and needy.
it must suck to be nishinoya's neighbors right now.
a kiss to tanaka's cheek and a hand on his cock and tanaka's done.
he comes, back arched off the bed, cum splattering across his chest. nishinoya watches, amazed, his hips almost stop completely until tanaka whines and nishinoya remembers himself. he works tanaka through the orgasm until he's shaking.
tanaka breathes hard as nishinoya slowly pulls out, peppering tanaka's face with kisses.
"again?" tanaka asks, voice weak.
"now?" nishinoya replies, excited.
"you didn't come." tanaka pouts.
nishinoya kisses tanaka rough, mostly teeth and tongue. "of course we can go again."
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Top-Secret Folders: The Repressed Divity
Faustina Tepes:
•She is given the name of "Faustina" by her sire, Sika Madu. However, her true name had always been Krul Tepes. In addition, she was given the nickname "Lilium" by her older brother, Azrael, as well as "Trinity" by the nuns. She is 4'7 was 14 years old when experimented on.
•She is not a vampire, none of them were. They were all angel experiments of some sorts. Her hair was tied with white lilies in beautiful round loops. She kept her blue eyes. Her wings are white, although it can be mistaken for light pink sometimes.
•Among the other children, she was the least keen on the idea of following God(she's an atheist being forced to become religious.) Sika Madu picked up on that very early, as she made her dislike for religious belief very obvious, therefore she has a different task than the other children on Sundays, which was going to catechism. (Faustina underwent religious trauma, because not only did she disobey to follow God, but was also a closeted bisexual. "It's considered a sin.")
*When Sika Madu leaves with her brother, she vows never to forgive him. But her way of showing her anger was very....controversial. She becomes a nun(under false belief to God) for 20 years, hoping that her "faith" is strong enough to reach her brother and bring him back.
•She was a very frail and vulnerable child, but cheerful and friendly nonetheless. It is unknown when it occurred exactly, but Faustina developed an eating disorder. She'd never be in the mood to eat even when she needed to. She'd have panic attacks on the dinner table and burst into tears when she couldn't finish her food like the others(it makes her feel horrible that she's wasting food). She'd always feel bad giving Azrael her leftovers.
•She was brought to Sika Madu by Zephon(real name Urd) Geales. Her and Faustina were running away from angry villagers, after having just witnessed their mother being murdered. He appeared to them hooded and on a horse, coming to save them from the burning village. Faustina will never forget that Zephon saved her and her brother, and holds the utmost respect for him, even if they dont talk often.
•Her first friend was Nautilus(nicknamed Noya), he matched her energy exactly so it was easy to get along with him. She noticed throughout the years that the boy is deeply interested in her brother. He'd always blush when being complimented by him, and would always go with him when Sika Madu asked for volunteers to go to the marketplace.
•Lazarus(nicknamed Lest) was like a younger brother to her. She felt bad that he couldn't really do many chores around the house because of his illness. There was no known cure for the disease but a doctor from the village would frequently visit the household to give him medicine. When she first met him, he didn't know how to read, that's until Zephon offered to read him books from the library every night. (That's what started Lest's crush on the other, not knowing that Remiel was also interested in Zephon.)
*After Sika Madu abandoned them and took Nautilus and Azrael with him, Lest and Krul's friendship became complicated. They were assigned different parts of the world to rule over thus they'd not see each other as much as they used to. Whenever they would, they'd be arguing during the progenitor councils. They'd seldom write each other letters. Lest gradually gets better from his illness after he becomes King of Germany. The boy seems to ignore to acknowledge everything Faustina and her brother have done for him while he was still ill.
•She was quite surprised to discover that Remiel had disappeared to her own country. She discovers that he created something called "The Hyakuya Sect". But because they are old acquaintances, he promises that his organization will not harm her. He is the creator of the First Vampire, upon an accidental experimentation of his.
•Faustina's opinions on the Seventh progenitor are very mixed. She knows for sure that she can't trust him and continues not to do so. When speaking with Rigr, she learns that the man is trans-male. He was born as the Bathory's princess(no one knows what his deadname was -- and its rude to ask, really.) before being found by Rigr and being made to participate in his experiments(The Michaela experiment). But because he was the wrong gender, Ferid underwent surgery to be changed{he was thankful for the surgery because now he feels less dysphoric but it was still painful as hell.) Afterwards, Rigr gave him a new name: "Michaela". When Ferid turned out to be a failure, he ditched Rigr and changed names again, this time going as Ferid Bathory.
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autisticcarrie · 2 years
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refs for my spk main patients under the cut! also tw for mentions of gore
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PARA NOYA
It/its, deer, NB aroace
-Has Super-mega-sads, Nervous Nellie Disorder, and Nevagonahappen (Percieved visions)
-While the staff brushed off its seemingly prophetic dreams as coincidence, they've been getting more and more accurate...
-Used to have hooves, but they were cut and replaced with declawed cat paws due to fear it could hurt staff. Antlers have been removed for the same reason.
-Scared of EVERYTHING and i mean EVERYTHING
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ANNIE THINGOS
She/her, cat, trans lesbian
-Has Hurts-A-Not (Inability to feel pain)
-Bascially has become surgery practice since she can't feel pain, so she doesn't need to be anesthetized and doesn't show any outward negative feelings.
-Has been cut open and stitched back up more times than she can count.
-A lot of her organs have been replaced and all non-essential ones have been removed for "testing"
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DAISY "DAY" DREAMER
She/they, axolotl, NB bi
-Has Sleeps-A-Lot (Hypersomnia) and Fur Fever (Unusual fur growth)
-Doesn't have regenerative abilities. When she first came in staff thought they could use her as a limb donor. They cut off her tail only to see it didn't grow back, so that idea was thrown out.
-The V-Shaped scar on the back of her head was from an experimental "Internal Clock Ajustment" surgery. It didn't work.
-Annie is unable to interact with any patient, but somehow Daisy always finds a way into where she's kept. They are great friends.
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SAMMIE NILLA
He/him, rabbit, trans gay
-Has Sicks-A-Lot and Snooty-Snoop
-Can't have a roommate due to how he's basically a walking ball of illness, staff can't come in without a full sanatized suit.
-Fur around neck hides a scar on the back of his neck from a "lymphatic surgery". Scars on his stomach were from when a doctor gave him a bunch of pills that had to be removed.
-God he's lonely.
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GUY GERCOUNT
They/them, hyena, NB bi
-Has Elephant Feet (Mutated features caused by radiation)
-Constantly lets out a small amount of radiation. Not enough to effect people but enough to be picked up by a geiger counter.
-3rd leg gets in the way of walking, they've fallen a fair amount of times. They've been given a cane but doesn't use it unless they really need to go somewhere.
-Tries their best.
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rachi-roo · 3 years
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No need to thank me ❤️👌
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heauxzenji · 3 years
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How about an NSWF alphabet for Miya Osamu?
Hi Nonny! I hope you enjoy this- I know it was a long time coming but I had a lot of feelings and just wanted to make sure this was as perfect as could be 💖
NSFW Alphabet: Osamu Miya
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gn!Reader focused
obvs nsfw under the cut... Let’s gooooo!
𝕬 - 𝕬𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖊
Ok, it’s not that you’re not going to get ANYTHING, but you’re not going to get a lot. He will definitely clean you up, hold you in his arms, and cover all the basics, but the man is also going to be napping so you have about 5 minutes of his absolute attention once you’re done. 
𝕭 - 𝕭𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙
Is an ass/thighs man at his simplest. Will 100% also do the “let me get past you” thing where he holds your hips as he moves. 
Your favorite feature of his is his back/shoulders. They’re so broad, and watching him flex his back muscles makes you clench. Also- your phone’s home screen is definitely a picture of his back riddled in your scratch marks.
𝕮 - 𝕮𝖚𝖒
Likes to do so on/in/around your mouth. He has an oral fixation, bonus points if you do too tbh. If he isn’t going to cum on your face, he’ll definitely cum inside of you instead, stuffing his fingers into your mouth so that you can suck them. 
𝕯 - 𝕯𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖞 𝕾𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖙
Would 10000% cuck his brother if given the opportunity. Just to see the color drain from his face. He’s kind of a shithead for that but at the same time, it’s not something he’s ever said out loud- so he’s chilling and just sitting on that.
𝕰 - 𝕰𝖝𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊
He’s reserved, but I would say he has a decent amount of experience. He knows what to do, and he knows what he likes. I feel like he also is less experimental- preferring to stick to what he knows works for you both. He’ll try new things, but sparingly. 
𝕱 - 𝕱𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝕻𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓
He likes to be ridden. He likes to have you on full display from all ends as you bounce on his cock. He can easily grip your waist and thrust you further down onto him, and loves watching you practically impale yourself on his length. Also likes to rub circles into your thighs or lower spread your asscheeks apart as he helps you keep a rhythm on his cock. 
𝕲 - 𝕲𝖔𝖔𝖋𝖞
He’s much more serious during, but afterward it’s very lighthearted. 
𝕳 - 𝕳𝖆𝖎𝖗
It’s neat. He doesn’t really trim much, but his hair isn’t super hard to manage, surprisingly. He’s not as hairy around his chest/torso either, but he does have a happy trail that he shaves fairly often, even though you think it would be nicer if he didn’t. 
𝕴 - 𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖈𝖞
He’s not conventionally romantic, but he does savor the moment with you. He likes to gaze into your eyes while he’s taking you, and will place soft kisses to your hairline and jaw when he’s getting close to finishing. 
Will murmur that you’re wonderful/amazing/beautiful, or whatever compliment comes to mind first when he’s finished with you and ready for his cuddles
𝕵 - 𝕵𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝕺𝖋𝖋
He doesn’t much- honestly the frequency varies depending on his stress levels. When he does though, he’s the classic shower jerk off guy. It’s cleaner and honestly a lot quicker for him to finish that way. Definitely will be more aggressive when he’s more stressed as well, whether you’re there or not. He is a fan of mutual masturbation as foreplay. 
𝕶 - 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖐
MARKING, loves leaving hickeys and bruises. He doesn’t care if anyone can see them, or how many you have by the time it’s over. He gets so entranced that he doesn’t realize how many he leaves behind Biting goes hand in hand with the marking- definitely has an oral fixation. 
Size, bc he’s so broad. He likes the feeling of being bigger than you because he feels like he’s your protector- but he also likes the feeling of stuffing your much tinier frame so full of his cock that you go stupid.
Dirty Talk, not super degrading dirty talk, but things like calling you “dirty” or “messy”- and especially “sloppy” really get him going. He also just likes to hear you beg for him, so he’ll egg you on and ask you if you like how deep he’s fucking you or if your tiny little hole can fit all of his cock inside. Again, size kink, so he loves calling you little/tiny. 
Temperature Play, specifically with the cold. Will eat ice prior to going down on you, or change the blistering hot water to icy cold when you’re having sex in the shower, just to see the shock on your face at the difference in sensation 
Sensory Deprivation, blindfolds? He said say less. He likes watching you writhe in anticipation as you feel him ghost touches and kisses all over your body. And it also drives you crazy waiting for him to strike- it usually leaves you begging for him to touch him. 
𝕷 - 𝕷𝖔𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓
Primarily bedroom only, but he has been known to have quickies in the restaurant with you after closing, and also loves getting road head. 
𝕸 - 𝕸𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓
Osamu likes to hear you. Likes to know what he’s making you feel good, and the moans you make encourage him to keep going. Definitely also motivated by begging. He’s a little smug, so it inflates his ego that you’re begging him to tear you apart- it’s the feeling of knowing that his cock makes you absolutely drunk and you’ll do anything for it. 
𝕹 - 𝕹𝖔!
I don’t think he’s into food play! Not that he would NEVER do it, but it’s really not something he’s super into. Food is kind of his art form if that makes sense… it’s also work and he definitely seems like the type to try and keep his work separate from his personal life to an extent . But you have fucked in the restaurant at closing too many times to count.
𝕺 - 𝕺𝖗𝖆𝖑
He’s very good with his mouth. He has an oral fixation so this comes naturally. He could go down on you forever if you let him, and he won’t stop even if his jaw locks up. If you’re going down on him, sometimes he will get a little ahead of himself and fuck your face just a little. Most of the time he catches himself and will apologize for not warning you first… most of the time. 
𝕻 - 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊
It differs! He personally loves the buildup of having a slow burning session, but there are times- especially when he’s frustrated, where he can just take it out on you. And when he does need you for stress relief, you should go ahead and cancel any plans you have for the next 2 days or so, because you’re not going to make it. 
𝕼 - 𝕼𝖚𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖊
He’s not fond of them, but he’s also not against them. For him, he’d rather use them as foreplay, or something to hold you both over until you’re alone and he can really have you the way he wants you.
𝕽 - 𝕽𝖎𝖘𝖐
Is into semi-public sex for sure. Things where he knows you won’t possibly get caught- but there’s that inkling of a chance that you could get caught are his favorite. He’ll also give in if you just can’t wait… but he really tries to restrain himself. It’s a little bit less so when he’s been drinking though- he’s much more likely to let you escalate things and will probably go as far as some clothed sex with you if it’s dark/crowded enough that no one will notice or see 
𝕾 - 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆
Can go about 2 rounds max in a day,  but they’re long... When he says he wants to spend the day in bed, he means the whole day. Everything he does is about the sensuality of it all. He loves foreplay, it’s the perfect warmup to the main event for him. The main event itself... can go for hours tbh. He’s literally a slow burn loving bitch, but when you beg for him, he’ll waste no time absolutely destroying your walls. Needs a longer break in between rounds for snacks so he can keep his energy up. 
𝕿 - 𝕿𝖔𝖞
Not too fond of them. Prefers to get you off using his own body. But he’s not against things like silks to use as restraints, and he does own a flogger that he likes to drag along your body when you’re blindfolded. 
𝖀 - 𝖀𝖓𝖋𝖆𝖎𝖗
Osamu himself IS the tease. He’s always so calm and collected, even when you’re all over him, begging for him to bend you over and wreck you. It’s that calm and control in itself that’s a tease because you know that once he gives in, you and your insides are done for.
𝖁 - 𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖚𝖒𝖊
Not loud, but not quiet either. His voice literally goes an octave lower which is insane. He holds back his moans in the beginning, instead he pushes air out of his mouth and takes more sharp, hissing inhales. But when he’s close he’ll lean into your ear to spew absolute filth into it so that he can feel you clench around his cock and send him over the edge 
𝖂 - 𝖂𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖉
He has an Onlyfans but he makes sure his face is never in the camera. Camboy!Osamu is literally in their top 8% of creators and no one knows about it because he’s just that good at flying under the radar... but hey, that’s how he was able to afford the restaurant- so now he slings dick and onigiri. Win-Win. 
𝖃 - 𝖃-𝕽𝖆𝖞
Isn’t as thick as Atsumu, but he is more veiny and honestly all around prettier. His dick is probably also a good 7 inches, but I feel like he’s a grower, so you’d be surprised at how much he’s really working with. He has a freckle on the shaft, which is very adorable and endearing. He has a pretty dick. Like, aesthetically beautiful... it’s much prettier than Atsumu’s- much neater/more cleaned up too.
𝖄 - 𝖄𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌
Never lets on just how much he wants you. He would rather have you come to him instead so he doesn’t look needy. But he wants to be balls deep in you practically all the time. He just is very prideful, so he’s going to wait for you to come to him- which… tbh you always do.
𝖅 - 𝖅𝖟𝖟
Yeah, you have about 5 minutes after he cums to get anything out of him- bc he’s taking his ass to sleep. But that’s an advantage For you because he’s kinda delirious and will say yes to anything you ask him for… Is also a clingy sleeper so would definitely hold onto you and make you his little spoon.
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ok so i can't stop thinking about riding nishinoyas face and how messily turned on he would get? boy just wants to please
jdfhjsdkgh anon PLEASE!! i wrote this super quickly and i was SWEATING the whole time, dear god !!also oops i absolutely didnt mean to write as much as i didpairing: nishinoya yuu x readerwarnings: NSFW, face-sitting
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“Noya, I’m going to crush you.”
“That’s okay,” Nishinoya insists, pulling impatiently at your ass in his attempts to pull you into place over his face, “I don’t mind.”
“I mind!” you laugh a little, still resisting. It’s not that you don’t want to do what your boyfriend has asked for (honestly, the idea itself had you squirming where you sat when he first suggested it), but you can’t help but feel embarrassed now that you’re actually at that point. You hadn’t quite realised how exposed you would feel, perching naked on Noya’s chest as he tries to encourage you to scoot further up his body.  “How will you breathe?”
“We’ll tackle that problem if we get there, baby.” Noya promises with a bright smile, then tugs at you again. This time, you allow yourself to be manoeuvred so that you’re hovering over his face. 
You cover your face with your hands and give a short, helpless little laugh. “Noya, this is so embarrassing- oh!” you break off as Noya blows on your exposed sex, nearly overbalancing in surprise.
His smile turns into a cheeky grin as he watches you, “Don’t be embarrassed,” he presses a quick kiss to the inside of your thigh, never breaking eye contact with you, “I’m going to start now.” And without further ado he pulls you down so that you’re settled over his mouth, and starts licking immediately.
A wave of heat nearly overpowers you, and you have to stick a hand out to clutch at the wall in order to keep your balance. “Oh my god,” you blurt, a little overwhelmed at the wet heat of Noya’s mouth as he licks and sucks and pulls at your thighs as though he’s trying to get impossibly closer.
He’s never done anything like this before, and you know that because he’d never so much as kissed a girl before you met him. And yet, he takes to this like a natural. It’s not skill as much as it is pure, raw enthusiasm. He eats you out with a single-minded determination that has your thighs trembling in minutes, and sends all your self-consciousness fluttering out the window. 
It doesn’t take long before you’re grinding down on his face, chasing his tongue on your clit. You might have been embarrassed about it if it didn’t set Noya whimpering, wrapping his arms around you back and encouraging you to ride his face harder. Your hairline is damp with sweat, and you feel like you’re boiling up from the inside.
One of your hands drops down to tangle in Noya’s hair – your original intention was to stroke it, knowing how soft it is, but a hard suck to your clit has you jerking over his face, and you accidentally yank at the handful of hair in your grasp. You’re not expecting the gasp, or the way way his hips thrust into the air behind you. “Noya-”
“Does it feel good?” he interrupts, tilting his head from his position in between your legs.
You flush at the sight, eyes fixed on his mouth, swollen red and shiny. “Yeah,” you choke out, “It feels really good.”
He grins, delighted, then ducks back in between your legs. Your breathing is embarrassingly heavy at this stage and you can’t stop the soft sounds that keep spilling from your mouth, but Noya just seems to take it all as encouragement. Your hand clenches hard in his hair and you tug experimentally at it, only to be rewarded by pleased moans that vibrate into your core.
“Mmh.” you whimper a little, grinding down onto Nishinoya’s tongue. “There, Noya, I- please-” You’re aware that you’re not making a lot of sense, but Noya only seems to be encouraged by your noises judging by the desperate thrusting motions his hips are making into thin air.
The sounds he makes in return are absolutely sinful; the slurping sounds he’s making are mostly drowned out by his own breathy little moans, and judging by how slick everything feels down there you can only guess that he’s drooling everywhere.
When Noya had first brought up you riding his face, you hadn’t really thought it would turn him on so much. Watching him completely fall apart between your legs is causing your body to coil tighter and tighter until you’re trembling on top of him feeling like you’re about to shatter apart.
“Noya,” you choke, half a warning and half a plea, “I’m going to-”
“Do it,” Noya begs, his words wetly muffled as he refuses to pull his head back, “Please, do it, come, come on my face-”
Your orgasm hits you like a train, your whole body locking up as you gasp and whine and rock into Noya’s mouth. His hands clutch at your ass, encouraging you to ride it the whole way out, and keeps licking even after the high has faded and you start to whimper as you become oversensitive.
You finally pull back, thighs trembling hard, and collapse in a heap next to Noya. His mouth is shiny and red, chin glistening, and his chest is heaving as he sucks in deep gasping breaths. Despite his state of utter dishevelment, he’s grinning as though he’d just won the lottery. “That,” he begins, “was awesome.”
You laugh, unable to believe him. Your gaze skips lower, and lands on his cock where it lays flushed red and leaking against his stomach. “I can see you enjoyed it.”
“Babe,” Nishinoya rolls over to stare into your eyes, his golden eyes solemn, “You could have crushed me to death with your thighs and I would have died happy.”
You snort, quietly delighted. “Well, I enjoyed it too.”
“Does that mean we can do it again?”
Noya’s overly-eager grin sets you laughing again, even as you slip down the bed, determined to return the favour. “Oh, we will definitely be doing that again.”
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yannasunflower · 3 years
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dust to dust | chapter two
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chapter one | chapter two
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You don't know what makes you save Kuroo Tetsurou's life. All you know is there is no world to save anymore, but damn if you're just stupid enough to try.
Genre: hurt/comfort/romance/angst Rating: Mature, subject to change (gore, violence) Kuroo x fem!Reader Word count: 3.5k
hey everyone! here's chapter two, as promised. this fic is also cross-posted to AO3, where i'm under the same username. linked above as well! next chapter, action picks up, plot picks up, and we get more Kuroo, promise. enjoy, and as always, please reblog, like, and comment <3
Nobody ever told you how absolutely boring a zombie apocalypse could be.
Your ragtag group of survivors have scavenged what entertainment they can - books and gym equipment, even a few board games. People like Suga and Takeda keep busy with the children, teaching them to read and garden and how to survive if mommy and daddy never come back for them.
You open one lazy eye as a gaggle of them stumble after Suga, hanging on to his every word.
You’re not sure how the two men handle placing a long knife in a child’s chubby hand, fingers barely able to grip it,and showing them how to strike right at a nighstalker’s heart, fast and deep. Their giggles float through the air and the sound is almost dreamlike and if you keep your eyes closed, you can pretend this is a movie and when you open them, the credits will roll and you can go home.
Others tend to the elderly, of which there are only three in your group. You try to keep them comfortable and as far from danger as possible. But your body constantly prickles with the knowledge that they aren’t just vulnerable - they are a vulnerability. A hole in the brick wall you are attempting to build around this little community.
The healthy and fit young people patrol and take rotations on the watchtowers. Teenagers help with the lessons. Takeda had been firm about this. Once a kid turned seventeen, they were allowed to join the patrols, but until then, they stayed sequestered away.
It was almost comical, telling a tall, strong, angry Tobio that he had to mind the children. He towers over you, but he had bent to your will after a brief glaring contest. And then a week later, Shoyo had bounded into everyone’s hearts, including his, and the pair were inseparable.
Kiyoko, for her part, had taken one look at Yachi, shivering at Hinata’s side, and adopted her, sweeping her under a protective wing and keeping her there.
For people like you, who have no “bedside manner” as Kiyoko puts it, there are chores and day to day mini emergencies to keep you busy. Somehow, in the months since the world finally decided to fall apart, you have become mediator and negotiator. It’s an unlikely role; you can see your mother’s arched brow if she was still alive to see you now.
You barely have the patience for grocery shopping.
She would have laughed, elbowing your father, who would have made a valiant attempt at a straight face.
These are useless memories but you allow yourself to indulge for a moment. You have nothing better to do. Lunch is cooking, inventory has been completed, the guard rotation is set for the next two weeks. Ukai had waved you off this morning when you finally managed to corner him, complaining about your ceaseless energy and the “mad glint” in your eye. His words.
“That look means trouble for me,” he had growled, pointing an accusing finger at you. “Go to your cell and get some sleep for the love of anything you find holy.” Without another word, the man had leaned against a wall, put his feet up on his desk, and closed his eyes. A clear dismissal. You tried not to huff but you definitely stomped a little bit on the way out.
You don’t know how to tell him that staying in your cell, with your eyes closed, is inviting the living nightmares. You don’t know how to tell anyone, really, that you are just as haunted as this prison, as Daichi’s eyes.
That the only holy thing left in this world is fear and if you succumb to that, you’ll never move again.
You let a sigh tumble out of you. Forcibly, you shove your thoughts in another direction.
It had been a week since you brought home your latest stray. Kuroo had spent the first three days doing little else but sleep and eat. Daichi has taken to walking him around the Pit every day, explaining the way things work, and Suga showed him his pride and joy just yesterday. Kuroo had been suitably impressed by the garden, if the generous second and third helpings Suga thought he was sneaking to him at dinnertime were anything to go by.
The man has filled out nicely. He looks less skeleton, more human after sleep and hot food. You had peeked in on him in the grey of dawn that morning after Daichi not-so-subtly hinted that Kuroo had been asking about you.
He sleeps curled up on his side, hair falling against his cheek. In another world, you would have taken a picture.
Kiyoko tells you that the men like him, that Tanaka has stopped regarding him with all the wariness of a stray cat, and that she’s pretty sure Yachi has a crush on him.
You open your eyes into a blazing afternoon, unsurprised to see the subject of your thoughts stretching in the courtyard, the weak sunlight rippling over his bare arms. His black hair is messy as ever and you are struck all over again by how tall he is.
Tobio got a new babysitter, you think with no small amount of amusement. The gangly teenager needs someone to keep him in line and frankly, you don’t have the time and Hinata is just as likely to suggest some stupid shit for them to get into as he is.
You are still stretched out like a cat on a bench, letting the sun warm you, half-hoping it will lull you into a nap.
It’s boredom, more than anything, that makes you turn your head toward Kuroo.
“If you’d like to get some exercise, we have equipment. I’m sure Noya can show you,” you call.
Kuroo jumps and swivels to look at you, eyes wide and so, so dark. You look away. Something about him is like staring at the sun; too long, and your eyes burn.
“Didn’t see you there,” he admits easily, sauntering over to your bench. You eye his approach, noting that he really must be feeling a lot better. His movements are more fluid now, lean muscles becoming apparent on his shoulders.
Daichi has blessed every woman, and a few men, in the Pit by finding Kuroo a pair of grey joggers and a muscle tank top for everyday wear.
“I don’t do well with sitting still,” he says, leaning over you. His head casts you in shadow, blotting out the sun. “This is something I think you can understand.”
Up close, you can see that the shadows beneath his eyes are retreating gradually. His smile looks less like a grimace today.
You hum, swinging your legs over the bench and sitting up. Blood rushes from your head and you lean back against your palms. Kuroo lowers himself to sit next to you.
“Daichi forces me to limit my rotations on the guard towers and patrols,” you answer. “When we first found this place and cleaned it out, I was working overtime and made myself sick. Him and Kiyoko have been conspirators against me ever since.”
Your fingers thrum against your thigh as you say this. You feel more than see Kuroo’s eyes on them.
“They love you,” he points out, a little unnecessarily.
You snort.
“Love is expensive nowadays and everyone in the Pit is broke.”
“You love them back even more.”
You glare at him but he is just looking at you, tracing the planes of your face. A frown tugs at your lips.
“How are you feeling?”
Kuroo rolls his shoulders experimentally, stretching his arms above his head.
“Better,” he affirms. “More like myself.”
“A nosy busybody who talks like a grandpa?”
“Exactly.”
He is grinning now and you have to fight to keep yourself from returning the expression.
The bruises on his face are yellow now. You estimate it will only take a couple more weeks of regular meals for his face to fill out and his skin to look youthful again. You don’t bother asking him how long he had been alone, what happened to his family. None of that matters now. The apocalypse is a great equalizer.
“I talked to Takeda and Kiyoko this morning,” you begin, leaning your head back and closing your eyes against the sun. “They agreed to give you another week before putting you on guard rotation.”
“I would appreciate that. I want to earn my keep, however I can.”
A ghost of a smile dances across your lips.
“You’re just bored,” you tease. It’s been a long time since you felt sleepy and loose enough to tease anyone.
“You say that now, but newbies get the shittiest schedule possible,” you warn him, unsure why you’re telling him this. “Be prepared. Once you’re back to top form, we’ll discuss sending you on patrols for medicine and expanding that garden of Suga’s.”
There’s silence but it’s comfortable, easy. You let yourself enjoy it for just a few moments before standing, opening your eyes and offering Kuroo a full smile and your hand.
As he shakes it, looking only a little confused, you wonder how much longer he would have survived on his own in the city.
“Welcome to the Pit,” you say before turning on your heel and walking away.
~~~
Nightmares are as plentiful as soil on Suga’s fingers.
A sliver of moonlight is all that keeps you from sinking into the darkness, skin clammy, chest heaving. Your fingers twist into the sheets. A prayer is whispered that you didn’t scream this time. You can’t bear the thought of Kiyoko running again, feet bare, knife in hand and tears glistening on her cheeks. Her utter, pure relief haunted you for a month.
It would be so easy, you think, to never get up again.
Kiyoko would care for you. Daichi would stop by, every day, and update you. Ukai would read to you, probably, or nap in your cell, unlit cigarette dangling from his lips.
These are the thoughts that force you up, out, stumbling into your worn boots, shrugging a jacket on.
Takeda finds you in the office hours later, hunched over inventory reports in his neat handwriting, hair pulled back. He puts a pot of coffee on and hands you a steaming mug, holding a hand out for the report you’re struggling to understand.
“Winter is coming,” you sigh as you hand it over. He doesn’t ask about the shadows beneath your eyes, doesn’t comment on the fact that it’s barely six-thirty in the morning and you’ve clearly been awake for a number of hours.
A smile quirks at his lips.
“I didn’t know Tanaka managed to get the TV’s up and running,” he jokes. You wave your hand in a vague gesture, taking another sip of the liquid heaven in your hand.
“We need to get winter supplies,” you answer and that sobers him up. He nods, slowly, eyes roving the paper.
“Winter isn’t for over six months,” he reminds you. An eyebrow is raised. A teacher, waiting for an explanation. In moments like these, you see the high school teacher that you’d found barricaded in his office, babbling a stream of students’ names that Daichi had quietly whispered as your group cut them down, reading them off their uniforms.
On Takeda’s worst nights, as you guarded the door to his cell, you’d heard those same names, apologies and nonsensical gibberish streaming from his mouth as he grappled with his dreams and feverish tremors.
You stand, stretching, before stepping in front of a map of the city that Suga had snagged on one of his patrols. It’s huge, taking up an entire wall. Little markers litter the paper, different colors, and you run your finger over the pale blue ones in the northeast corner.
“There’s a limited supply of winter clothes in the city. I don’t want other groups getting to it first - we don’t need that bastard holding it over our heads when we have food and they don’t,” you remind him. Your arms cross behind your back automatically. “With the snows, we’ll need snow boots. The kids need jackets and thermals. We need to completely outfit the prison’s entire water supply system to last through snowstorms. We need hot water before then or half of us are going to be too sick, and the other half will be taking care of them. We need medicine, too.”
You tick off each item on your fingers, pausing to consider if you’ve missed something. You’re probably missing ten somethings and you struggle to see what they are. You need more coffee.
Takeda is twenty-nine, but when you turn to look at him finally, he seems sixty, glasses dangling from his fingers, nose bridge pinched between his knuckles.
He mutters something suspiciously close to a curse under his breath before opening his eyes.
“You’re right,” he admits. “We’re going to need at least seven months to prepare.”
The morning is a whirlwind. You send the youngest children, always the earliest risers, to fetch Daichi and Kiyoko, both much more bright-eyed than they have any right to be. Takeda drags a yawning Ukai into the office moments later and Tanaka slouches after them. Suga pokes his head in to give you a little wave and knowing smirk that everyone else finds nonthreatening before ushering the children to the cafeteria for their breakfast.
You’re positive you’re not imagining the pale pink coating Daichi’s cheeks.
After explaining the situation, everyone sucks in a collective breath.
Tanaka never sits and always faces a door. From his corner of the room, he glowers at the map.
“Well, fuck,” he neatly summarizes. You nod your appreciation for his conciseness.
“We need to get a hold of meat,” Ukai points out. A something you had missed.
You grab a marker and the portable whiteboard Takeda had grabbed a few weeks ago. In neat characters, you begin documenting everything thrown around the table.
“Raising livestock will be another way to keep the little ones busy.”
“We can’t ask people to shower in cold water during winter, that’s cruel.”
“Tanaka, is there any way to get the heating system up and running by then?”
“What about air conditioning? We have to get through the summer to get to winter, and heat is just as likely to kill us.”
“If other groups realize what we’re doing, we could be in trouble.”
A headache is brewing somewhere behind your temples and you bite back a groan. Kiyoko pushes a cool water bottle into your hand and you know she isn’t fooled for one second.
“I think we’re missing someone here,” Kiyoko points out mildly after what feels like an eternity of circular conversation. All eyes turn to her and she’s unruffled, fingers still wrapped around her mug.
“Kuroo could be a huge help to a lot of this,” she continues. “I’m sure he can help Tanaka and Noya with everything on their list, and we need more able-bodied men on the patrols anyway. He can help us with medicine, our food supply, all of it.”
A furtive glance in Tanaka’s direction is not encouraging. He’s glowering, eyes hooded.
“We barely know him,” Tanaka hisses. You have to privately agree.
“We barely know each other,” Ukai shoots back. “We’ve been here, what, three months?”
“He hasn’t even been on a patrol yet and you want him helping us make important decisions that affect everyone, including the kids?”
“That’s unfair, and you know it, Tanaka,” Takeda says patiently, but somehow reproachfully at the same time. “Kuroo has been in no condition to patrol. The man was emaciated.”
Takeda continues, levying everyone at the table with a stern face.
“We all trust each other now because we took the gamble and brought people in and allowed time to prove it. It was always a risk, and it will always be a risk, but we can’t let that stop us. What we’re doing here is more important than just working together to survive.”
It’s a flowery, nice sentiment, to be expected from a literature teacher, and you barely hold back a snort at Ukai’s warning look.
“None of this matters,” you cut in. “Takeda’s right. And so is Kiyoko. He could be a huge help to you specifically, Tanaka, and he’s getting better every day but we have to give him time before he’s physically ready. You saw him when we brought him in – he was skin and bones.”
Tanaka subsides into grumbling acceptance and you take it as a win.
Daichi returns with Kuroo in tow just minutes later, and if Kuroo is at all confused, he doesn’t show it. He folds himself into a chair, all long limbs and wide feet.
The problems are laid out on the table again. You watch as Kuroo absorbs it, eyes narrowed, flicking sometimes to the map on the wall.
“Frankly, I wish we were in an apartment building,” Tanaka reveals after an hour of debating the best way to acquire livestock.
You sigh, rubbing the heel of your hand into your eyes hard enough to see colors. You know it’s not Tanaka’s fault, that he’s saying out loud something you’d privately thought before. That the electrical systems in apartment buildings would be much easier for him to coax into submission.
But you’re tired. Kiyoko is rubbing the old wound on her shoulder again, Ukai’s fingers are tapping a loud rhythm on the table, and Daichi is watching you lose your mind with that same placid smile in place.
“I wish the apocalypse didn’t happen and we all didn’t have nightmares every damn night, but here we are,” you snap. “I wish we were all cozy in furnished apartments right now, too, and I wish we didn’t have to talk about these things.”
You wish the children didn’t have to hold knives, you wish Suga would stop forcing you to eat, you wish you could forget your mother’s laugh, you wish and wish and wish.
Tanaka’s mouth is open and Daichi is sighing, rubbing a hand over his face. Kuroo’s eyes are expressionless and he just looks like he’s waiting, though for what, you can’t even begin to guess.
You find that you don’t have the energy to regret the words, so you barrel on.
“The apartment buildings are stacked with nightstalkers. It would take weeks to clear even one out, and we would lose people. Guaranteed. We lost one person clearing this prison out and that —”
You’re cut off by a strange choking noise in your throat. The memory of Ennoshita is sweet, cloying, poisonous. Takeda looks pale and strained at the mention of it. His last student.
Your voice is pitched low when you manage to blink away traitorous tears. The sound of your chair scraping is loud and grating against your ears as you stand. They all watch you silently. Waiting.
“Ennoshita is buried here,” you say and the surprise on their faces is almost insulting. “So is Ayasaki’s little girl. We have a life here, one we built and fought for. The kids love it here, it’s as safe as it can get, and it’s isolated from the turf wars in the city. You know why we chose this place, you were part of the vote that decided it, Tanaka.”
Deep breath in. Out.
“I know I’m asking for a lot, but it’s necessary, and we’re all up to the task simply because we have to be.”
As far as motivational speeches go, you’re sure this is ranked pretty low. But Daichi straightens and Kuroo’s eyes are gleaming as he stares at you. Kiyoko is almost smiling and you take that into both of your hands and hold on for dear life.
“I have to protect them.”
Everyone in the room opens their mouth at pretty much the same time but Ukai beats them all to the punch with his lazy drawl.
“You’re a moron,” he sneers. “An absolute idiot if you think you’re doing any of this alone. Now run along and get some breakfast before Suga drags you there by your hair.”
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It doesn’t surprise you when Kiyoko finds you later, on the roof, scribbling half-mad ideas into a plain notebook. She always knows where to find you.
“I think you should stay home tomorrow,” she says without preamble. The word home nearly sends you stumbling off the roof.
“Why? Am I dying and I don’t know it?” you ask dryly. The look she levels at you nearly makes your heart stop.
“We agreed to let Kuroo go tomorrow,” she explains, settling into the spot next to you, peering curiously at the notebook in your hand. “But you haven’t been sleeping and we can’t afford to lose you because you’re too tired to stand properly.”
You scowl. Damn the four eyes. Her and Takeda know too much for their own good.
“I’m fine,” you wave a hand dismissively. “I’ll get some rest tonight, promise.”
She let’s the matter go, which is a point for you, but you watch warily as she opens her mouth again.
“Tanaka is looking for you.”
A sigh.
“I should apologize.”
“That’s what he said.”
A laugh, short and barking, escapes you. Kiyoko smiles at the sound.
“We’re all such idiots.”
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I hope the angels do end up final boss like you said. Mainly bc I think it’ll be really interesting to see everyone rethink everything with the added perspective, as well as just general curiosity about their true nature + power. I’m also kinda a sucker for villains turning out to be the good guy, but idk if the 1st will turn out like that, or simply not as bad as we currently think. I mean it would take some hella good reasoning to justify that many years of child murder, abuse, experimentation, and manipulation.
And yeah the gay banter was totally great lol. I forgot to mention earlier how cute it was to see Mika come back and immediately talk about discussing their future together while holding Yu’s hand. I love seeing them fight together again and the return of Mika’s memory/personality. I do see your point about the eye being a lil creepy, however, I appreciate Mika being able to talk in blade form and his cool special move names.
Super hopeful that we’ll get more answers next time. Also for ppl to start waking up bc I’m sure there will need to be plan changes based off the new info plus I wanna make sure none of the main crew is too injured from fighting the 1st. Same for Shinya & Kureto. (And tho it currently seems unrelated to the plot, I’m still holding out hope for a reason to check on Ferid + Crowley 🤞)
The angels would make for a cool final boss. I'm wondering if their powers will be similar to that of the Seraphs. It would make sense. It would also just make sense for the angels to be the final enemy since so much of this series has been about forsaking what is objectively right to protect/save the ones you love, or in other words, giving into your desires. If the demons are all about desire, it only makes sense that the angels would be opposite that, or doing what is objectively right.
As for the First, I can see him turning out to be a "good guy" pretty easily. As I believe Kagami once said, there are really no objectively "good" characters in this series. Most everyone is selfish and will do bad things to achieve their goals. Up to this point, the First has just been the most classically evil character because of all the things you've listed. Given that it seems to indicate that the First has done all this in an attempt to revive Mikaela, is he really so different than our protagonists? Guren sacrificed the world for Shinya, Mito, Goshi, Shigure, and Sayuri. Yuu would also do anything to save the ones he loves if he sees a way forward. Yoichi and Kimizuki want to revive their sisters regardless of the consequences. No one really cares about the consequences of their actions so long as it achieves their goals, which, more often than not in OnS, is saving/protecting the ones they love. In this sense, the First is just like our heroes. Objectively, you can't really justify everything the First has done, but if the motive is sympathetic enough, people will forgive him. I don't think our cast of heroes really even have to forgive the First so long as their goals align in some fashion, which I feel is entirely possible at this point. Everything is about revival after all and the angels don't appear to want that, meaning that the entire cast is against the angels for one reason or another. If they're really as powerful as they're being set up to be, it might just take most all the cast to defeat them.
Yeah, it's interesting that they're just having Mika speak in blade form. Prior to this, either the demon never responded or we were brought to a mental space for it. Oh, I guess there's also the demon manifesting separate from the weapon like with Mahiru and Noya, but that's a special case. Regardless, I kinda wonder if Yuu is just hearing Mika's voice in his head like how he would with Ashuramaru, but the speech bubble is coming from the blade for our (the reader's) benefit. Also, can't have a cool new demon weapon without cool new moves and names to accompany them.
If we don't get answers next time, I think the fans as a whole will riot. We've been waiting so long for this.
Not too sure we'll get people waking up next chapter unfortunately since I think we're gearing up for a rather large exposition dump, which doesn't inherently involve our passed-out parties. However, I would be most happy if they did. I've missed Shinya and Kureto. As for Ferid and Crowley, they're bound to come back sometime. Crowley is just following Ferid's lead, but Ferid definitely has goals that haven't been achieved yet. He'll show back up, but again, I don't think it'll be too soon since we have to get through some exposition first. Only time will tell though.
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miyalove · 3 years
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✁ 𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖑 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖙.
•  will you be my valentines? |  fluff, angst, smut  | E, T, M
  ⤷ bokuto, suna, oikawa, tsukishima, and kuroo 
febuary is the month of red roses, candied hearts, and experimental sex! so what better way to celebrate this corporate trap of a holiday than with your favorite men? follow the journey of your love interest as they navigate through the ups and downs this month has to offer! from puppy love to marriage proposals, this is gonna be a rose colored disaster, but hey– that’s why we love ‘em!
•  kiss, kiss fall in love  |  fluff, angst, smut  | E, T, M
  ⤷ miyalove’s 1,000 milestone special!
a directory to all who applied for a match up including users and anons!
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✁ 𝖙𝖘𝖚𝖐𝖎𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖒𝖆 𝖐𝖊𝖎. 
•  realization  |  fluff  |  E
tsukishima, with the help of a freckled cutie, realizes that the weird feeling in his stomach whenever you’re around isn’t anger or irritation but rather the complete opposite.
•  strawberry joy  |  fluff  |  E
just ‘hanging out’ with tsukishima ends up with him defining the relationship… kinda.
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✁ 𝖞𝖆𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖚𝖈𝖍𝖎 𝖙𝖆𝖉𝖆𝖘𝖍𝖎.
•  coffee crows  |  fluff  |  E
maybe it’s not seeing just anyone moving around a nooked cafe that calms you— maybe it’s just seeing a certain freckled cutie that does.
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✁ 𝖓𝖎𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖔𝖞𝖆 𝖞𝖚𝖚.
•  blush boy  |  fluff, suggestive  |  T 
how kuroo, semi, and noya react to your flirty pickup line!
•  mishaps  |  fluff, suggestive  |  T 
you’re fairly new to the japanese language, so there’s a lot of very awkward, very tense mishaps between you and your best friend, nishinoya.
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✁ 𝖐𝖚𝖗𝖔𝖔 𝖙𝖊𝖙𝖘𝖚𝖗𝖔.
•  bball player!oc  |  fluff, suggestive |  T
how kuroo would be with a s/o that’s on the girl’s basketball team!   
•  mutual connection  |  smut  |  M
thinking you were going to be home alone, you decide to invite your favorite fling over to have a good time. surpisingly, you’re not alone and your roommate kuroo is torn between letting you know that or locking himself up in his room to torture himself.
•  blush boys  |  fluff, suggestive  |  T
how kuroo, semi, and noya react to your flirty pickup line!
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✁ 𝖔𝖎𝖐𝖆𝖜𝖆 𝖙𝖔𝖔𝖗𝖚.
•  lenguaje de amor  |  fluff  |  E
you have a small sit down with oikawa to try and help him learn argentina’s native language: spanish.
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✁ 𝖐𝖚𝖓𝖎𝖒𝖎 𝖆𝖐𝖎𝖗𝖆.
•  confessions  |  fluff  |  E
public settings really aren’t his thing, but for you, anything goes, he supposes.
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✁ 𝖎𝖜𝖆𝖎𝖟𝖚𝖒𝖎 𝖍𝖆𝖏𝖎𝖒𝖊.
•  bball player!oc  |  fluff, suggestive  |  T
how iwa would be with a s/o that’s on the girl’s basketball team!
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✁ 𝖇𝖔𝖐𝖚𝖙𝖔 𝖐𝖔𝖚𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖔.
•  mornings  |  fluff  |  E
waking up at four in the morning is not humanly moral in your book, but maybe you can make an exception for when your boyfriend texts in need of some help
•  bball player!oc  |  fluff, suggestive  |  T
how bo would be with a s/o that’s on the girl’s basketball team!
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✁ 𝖆𝖐𝖆𝖆𝖘𝖍𝖎 𝖐𝖊𝖎𝖏𝖎.
•  white day  |  fluff  |  E
white day is defined as a holiday celebrated in most asian countries that, if a man is given gifts on valentines day, they have a chance to return the gesture
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✁ 𝖘𝖚𝖓𝖆 𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖔𝖚.
•  laster tag  |  slightly suggestive | T
“suna pushes you against the wall during laser tag and kisses you deeply whilst holding your neck. then shoots you and walks away.” 
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✁ 𝖒𝖎𝖞𝖆 𝖔𝖘𝖆𝖒𝖚.
•  bball player!oc  |  fluff, suggestive  |  T
how osamu would be with a s/o that’s on the girl’s basketball team!
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✁ 𝖒𝖎𝖞𝖆 𝖆𝖙𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖚.
•  indirect confession  |  fluff  |  E
one late night, you and your best friend decide it’s a perfect time to go stargazing. during that time, unknowingly atsumu confesses his feelings of love towards you
•  good luck kisses  |  fluff  |  E
after countless times of refusing atsumu a good luck kiss, you figured that after the major lost against kurasuno— what better way to cheer him up?
•  golden hour  |  fluff  |  E
while hanging out with your best friend, he wonders aloud about your fascination with sunsets. only to realize that you’re a lot cooler than he had originally thought and for some odd reason that intrigues him.
•  snowed in  | smut  |  M
being snowed in with a broken heater is anything but ideal. when your favorite thick blanket and the layers of fluffy sweaters no longer cut it, your roommate ask of you something you just can’t turn down.
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✁ 𝖘𝖊𝖒𝖎 𝖊𝖎𝖙𝖆.
•  blush boy  |  fluff, suggestive  |  T
how kuroo, semi, and noya react to your flirty pickup line!
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1, 13, and 29 for Neira and Noya? -diirthara-ma
[ask game]
Thank you for the ask!! <3
Do they have any crafting hobbies?
Neira: I'd say potion making counts as a crafting hobby, right? It's something familiar, it has practical use, it is precise work that she can focus all her thoughts on; it's something that she enjoys doing and that calms her.
Noya: She loves drawing! Noya isn't a big painter but she does love sketching; places, people, things that she encounters througout her day. Impressions and fleeting moments, but also silly doodles and made up fantasies
13. Do they enjoy poetry?
Neira: She is in awe of how much impact words can have even you might not fully understand their deeper meaning. She knows she isn't really equipped to appreciate the art of poetry properly but tbh is totally fine with that. If she likes a poem it is solely based on vibes
Noya: She has tried her hand at poems once or twice, but only experimentally and for fun and never bothered with technique or form or anything. She might not be an expert with words but that just makes her respect the people who are all the more.
29. If they were real would you be friends with them?
Neira: I think we would get along easily, but tbh I think we'd be kinda awkward around each other hsdfjsfk. Neither of us is shy per se but I feel like we'd have a hard time finding stuff to talk about, and it's weird because I am the less introverted of us two but i suck at making small talk, which is something she is decent at but i hate smalltalk anyways so.. yeah xD If we had a common friend who was more extroverted it would work a lot better though
Also smh I think exactly the parts that are similar about us would end up making us not super compatible overall. Like we'd get along just fine but we wouldn't become super close buddies.
Noya: Actually she could be that third extrovert friend that's missing between me and Neira lmao. I like her vibes a lot and it helps that she's someone who lets you know what she thinks about you which is something I appreciate a lot, as opposed to Neira who would never tell anyone to their face that she finds them annoying/unpleasant/whatever (i am guilty of the same thing tho x'D). Also Irl I seem to attract the more outgoing type and I've had some good friends who are a lot like Noya, so I think we would mesh really well.
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A mess of questions I am having about Shikama and the Hīragi family😵‍💫
Warning: As I said…a mess
Okay, I’ve been wondering this for quite some time but…what was actually the purpose of Mahiru’s birth?
I mean, she is the result of the experiment to birth hybrid human-demon children, but when you think that Tenri (possessed by Shikama) decided to put Asuramaru instead of Shikama inside of her, it’s quite unfair to compare her to Shinoa, because Mahiru was actually never meant to be Shikama’s vessel, right?
But then what is the purpose of still giving some of Shikama’s cells to her? To give her the ability of still being able to host him for some time nevertheless? But then Tenri (who hosted Shikama since becoming head of the clan) was able to host him without breaking and Kureto has the ability too (even though he struggled to keep control), although they apparently weren’t born from experiments unlike Shinoa and Mahiru, and so their blood relation to Shikama must be minimal (some ancestry with the first Hiiragi at most). Technically as long as someone has Hiiragi blood, Shikama possess can possess anyone right? So going back to my earlier question, what is the purpose of giving some of Shikama’s cells to a Hiiragi girl who would still be able to host him without them? By that logic, Shikama never even got a benefit for his plan from possessing Mahiru, and I assume, he never even intended to possess her, because it was actually Mahiru who decided to take him away from Shinoa and into herself, not Shikama, right? And also, why did Mahiru take Shikama inside her to begin with? The only thing he did is to speed up her degeneration and the only idea for a benefit I can come up with is that that allowed her to foresee the Apocalypse in either two ways; a psychic ability obtained from hosting Shikama, or Shikama himself told her about the Apocalypse. But if it’s the first one, then why is Shinoa not displaying this ability too? And if it’s the second one, is it not dumb for Shikama to give her this kind of useful information?
Additionally, she still struggled to maintain control of Shikama like Kureto, and got possessed from time to time back in Cat16, so those Shikama cells are pretty useless anyways right?
The other option for her birth reasons is that Mahiru was intended to be the sacrifice which would trigger the Apocalypse (as she herself stated). That’s why Shikama would tell her about it, but still it’s pretty risky to inform her about this as she might create a plan on her own to ruin his (which is what actually then happened)? Even more, this plan has some issues. Between creating a vessel for himself and creating a sacrifice for the apocalypse, wouldn’t be the first one more important to prioritise? I mean, if a sacrifice has to be a vampire with a curse to absorb Noya into themselves, there are other ways to create one like this? The success rate for a woman inseminated by Tenri to birth a successful human-demon child is low to begin with, so why waste one of your limited first experimental batches of embryos on creating a sacrifice rather than a vessel for himself? Nothing would ensure a vessel could be created anyways so the plan will be ruined (and let’s not even get into the part about what is the importance of a vessel if Shikama can ditch Shinoa in the blink of an eye whenever he feels like to).
Going back to the possession topic, I don’t understand why Shinoa is called the “perfect vessel”? I mean, Tenri was able to host Shikama for at least two decades so what is the difference with Shinoa? Besides, isn’t it too weird to call Shinoa the perfect vessel because of her ability to raise her walls? I mean, if she raises her walls, then Shikama cannot possess her, so actually Shinoa does not work vessel, because Shikama cannot use even her right (ignoring the fact that she got possessed later anyways)? While he was able to use Tenri, so he looked more like a perfect vessel to me than Shinoa. So is being a perfect vessel based on a criteria other than being able to host Shikama for a long time? Does that mean that even if Tenri was able to host him for over two decades, if Shikama tried to fully possess him (making him display yellow eyes, grow wings and all that like it happened to Shinoa…) then Tenri would break immediately?
But then we have this:
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So even if Shinoa is able to grow wings and use Shikama’s scythe throwing ability, if Shikama can withstand the power of the sinful keys but his host body (Shinoa) actually can’t follow with him and would break as a result, then Shinoa is actually an imperfect vessel. I mean, if her body can’t withstand this, how is she even supposed to withstand hosting Shikama for an eternity and any outside force Shikama might have to fight against in the future (Idk, sinful keys, angels, etc.). So yeah, what makes Shinoa different from Tenri? Maybe it’s because Shinoa, other than her ability to raise walls, is able to hear demons, but I don’t really understand what does this have to do with determining whether she is a perfect vessel or not? What is the point of her having this psychic abilities if her body isn’t unbreakable? And how come Shikama based her suitability when she barely gave him any concrete evidence for it during the time he was her demon?
And since this a mess of questions, I’ll add another one to end this (well two): how was Shinoa able to be born with Shikama? I mean, all embryos have Tenri’s DNA and Shikama’s cells, but only one out of the many embryos will actually have Shikama as a demon inside I suppose? So then, did Shikama use that unexplained ability to be at two places at once, to “split himself into parts” and possess all the women and them move onto their embryos, or did he actually wait for all embryos/foetuses to die and only for one (Shinoa) to remain, and then Shikama went into that one while Shinoa’s mother was pregnant with her? But then we have to apply this same logic for Mahiru too; Asuramaru doesn’t have this ability to be at many places at once like Shikama, so how come he was able to possess so many women at once?
TDLR: I don’t understand what is the purpose of Mahiru in Shikama’s plan, why is Shinoa called a “perfect vessel”, how the girls were actually able to be born with demons inside of them, what is Shikama thinking, what is Kagami actually thinking, or that maybe I am stupid and I need someone to enlighten me.
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Saw a theory about Noya today, and it kind of intrigued me. I realized Guren came to contract with Noya through Mahiru [and Saito via Hyakuya Sect]. So it makes me wonder if Noya is betraying Shikama because he’d made a deal with Saito early on in their past. It’s no secret Noya hates the first, so I could see him subjecting himself to experimentation to the serum that protects demons from Shikama’s influence.
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If this isn’t a spoiler, how would you rank characters in your hogwarts series on dueling? It can be any and how many characters you’d like to rank, I was just curious, and I’ve always loved the dueling aspect of Harry Potter😁
Hmmmm, good question, I often ask myself who in the series is the most potentially dangerous. This isn’t quite that list but
Top 7 Best Dueling Students (as of the start of the fourth)*
Yeah, yeah, a lot of them are the main characters; but, to be fair, they have had the most practice in life or death situations and have the bonus of training with each other more often tan not.
1.) Oikawa--Oikawa really is naturally powerful; but, I think he would only have ranked around the maybe like top 10% in power except for the fact that he borderline to way-past-borderline obsessed over working on his magic and learning everything he could about it. It’s training and cunning even more than natural aptitude
2.) Daishou--To his dueling partners’ eternal frustration actually is really good at dueling and has been practicing at it since before Hogwarts.
3.) Nametsu--Because I like her and she’s a Ravenclaw that specializes in hardcore defense spells and takes up spell experimentation in her free time. Most likely to take up Dueling Captain position in two years.
4.) Kuroo--great at formulating strategies and has a good base of magical knowledge to fall back on, fairly powerful but not insane about it.
5.) Iwaizumi--moderately powerful, specializes in defense, hard to knock down, and is excellent at cooperation in strategy
6.) Hinata--very, very powerful, far less trained
7.) Tsukishima--excellent strategist and defensive duelist, hates that he’s on this list because it’s partly due to that he’s partnered with Hinata frequently which he loathes.
A lot of the characters are decent to good duelists; but, I’d say these are the best. If I had to pick an eighth, I’d say Tanaka (less great partner pairings in his year so less practice), Terushima (for being crazy unpredictable), or Misaki (for being terrifyingly persistent). The dueling partners everyone despises to be up against are Matsukawa and Hanamaki, not because they’re great but because they’ll make sure you hate every second of it and come out of it with a huge headache. Every day the student body takes a collective sigh of relief that they begged out of the Dueling elective in favor of Astronomy (because they get a free pass to be in the halls during the night).
*Not including Beauxbatons and Durmstrang because that would get messy quick. Top Durmstrang are Ushijima and Tendou (I truthfully think Tendou’s better at real life/non-regulated dueling while Ushijima sticks closer to rules). 
On why Hinata is lower, it’s because it’s the list at the START of the fourth. By the end...well, that should be more obvious by then. At the start of the fourth, he basically got as high as he is on raw power alone. He still is a very good dueling partner with Tsukishima (Hinata on attack and disruption, Tsukishima towards very aggressive defense). But, they hate that fact so very, very much.
Side note: Best healing student of the main characters is undoubtedly Asahi, followed a good bit after by Suga and Noya.
Side note #2: If I get a chance to go into it later, I really would love to explore the spell invention/modification side of canon and how it can be applied to dueling. Like there’s some spells in Harry Potter that can obviously be shortened (like Finite Incantem to Finite) which seems like a really useful thing to know how to do when dueling.
Thanks for the ask!
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Haikyuu! Nishinoya X reader (platonic)
Summary: Noya learned about the fact you smoke the forbidden lettuce and decided he wanted to give it a try. Just for fun.
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Fluff. Tiggles.
Warnings: Drug use
This is my first X reader fic, so please be gentle 😅❤️
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17 is an important age for most growing people, it's a time to have fun and learn about yourself. It's also a time for experimentation, a path that must be tread carefully but is okay to explore.
It was the summer holidays. Noya had come over to spend the night. He's done this a few times with you now, he's even got his favourite seat picked out.
"Aaah, I really need to get myself one of these." Noya sighed, leaning back into your enormous beanbag which he had claimed as his spot.
You chuckled looking at the small boy being engulfed by the fuzzy mass. His feet dangling inches above the floor, swinging happily.
"I'll get you one for your birthday." You say in a genuine tone, heading to your kitchen to grab some drinks.
Noya sat forward in the beanbag, feet still not touching the floor, shocked by your statement. "For real? Deadass??"
"Deadass, bro."
"Bro." He chuckled.
"The catalogue I found it in is in the draw, just on your left." You called from the kitchen, deciding to also gather the snacks whilst you were out there.
Noya snorted. "Who still uses catalogues?" He sniggered, leaning over to reach for the small cabinet by his side, pulling the draw open. "Wow, apparently you still use catalogues." He chuckled, taking out the paperback and looking at the cover.
As he lifted the book from the draw, he heard a metallic clunk from inside. Fearing he might have broken something, he leaned further over, peering inside. "No way."
In the kitchen, you looked at your pile of goodies, making sure you had all Noyas favourites.
"Hey, yyyyyy/nnnnn?" You hear him call and turn, seeing him stood in the doorway with a grin. "Why didn't you tell me?" He asked, holding up a small, metal smoking pipe.
"Indulging in the devil's lettuce, are we?" He chuckled, admiring the pipe and its funky, intricate patterns.
You feel your heart race. The last thing you ever wanted was any of the boys finding out. Better hide it in a safer place next time. You narrow your eyes, moving to take the pipe from him but he snatches it away with a grin. Damn his gremlin reflexes.
"C'mon, Noya, just give it back." You sigh, holding your hand out like a dog owner waiting for their pup to drop the ball.
He looked at you with a smile. "Can I try some?"
Well, that was an unexpected statement.
"Huh?" You raise a brow, staring at him for a moment.
He nods, re-enforcing his statement. "Please?"
It shouldn't be that surprising that this little ball of fearlessness would want to try something so daring. But, these are drugs. Yes mild drugs that wouldn't cause him any harm or lasting damage, but still drugs.
"Pretty please?" He asked again, tilting his head and giving you his best puppy eyes.
"I mean... If that's what you really want." You say quietly, thinking it over. There's a possibility that if you say no now, Noya would go and try to find his own. And the thought of him getting into the wrong group or even buying a bad strain or having a bad trip on his own scares you.
It would be safer to let him try here, where he's safe and you can take care of him.
"It is what I really want. A lot of people have been bigging it up recently I want to see what the fuss is all about." Noya grinned, that fearlessness was going to be his downfall eventually.
"You reeeally think you can handle it?" You ask, earning a puffy cheeked huff from your little friend.
He folded his arms, grinning proudly. "Have you forgotten who you're talking to? It's me, Nishinoya the guardian angel, Libero! I can handle anything!" He chuckled, bouncing slightly on his toes.
You sigh, there's no point arguing with the little guy. "Alright. Okay, go sit your butt down." You smile, giving him an affectionate shove back into the lounge. He hopped back into his nest of a beanbag scooting his backside a little so he was comfy, grinning and swinging his dangling legs as you follow him in holding a pile of snacks and drinks.
He gasps as you toss him his favourite bag of popcorn, which he tears into without a second thought. "Mh, you're the best." He grinned, watching you sit on the carpet in front of him after retrieving the pipe and other items needed for smoking.
"I know, I know." You chuckle, starting to pack the bowl of the pipe.
Obviously saying pack isn't the right term here. You didn't fill the bowl even half as much as you usually did. Giving Noya as much as you normally smoke wouldn't end well. You only put in a mere crumb in comparison.
Noya sat munching his popcorn, watching in awe as you prepped. Luckily he was already wearing his pyjama shirt and trousers, having changed pretty much as soon as he arrived.
"Purple haze?" He repeated, eyes darting to look at the grinder where the rest of your pot lived.
You nodded. "Yup. Haze makes you sleepy, cush makes you chatty. Although the effects are varied for most people." You explain, handing him the pipe, careful not to spill the content.
"Last chance, are you sure you want to try this?"
"Heck yes!" He beamed excitedly, holding the pipe to his lips. You turn the pipe so it's tilted at a slight angle, igniting your lighter with a flick.
"Okay... And, suck like its a straw... Now breath in through the mouth... And out." You smile, talking him through the process.
Noya starts coughing and spluttering as he exhaled, cringing at the taste and feeling as the smoke burned in his throat. That was to be expected. "You're alright, buddy. Here." You gently encouraged him to have a drink, handing him a glass of milk. The best way to help this kind of cough.
He downed the glass, sighing. "Geez, how do people do that without-*cough* choking?" He asked, his voice strained through a few splutters.
You chuckle. "I've been smoking this for years now and I still cough. People who don't cough are just good at hiding it." You stand, disposing of the burned marajuana crumbs in the kitchen sink before quickly returning to the lounge, keeping an eye on your little friend.
Noya sat for a moment, humming and playing with his fingers. "When is it supposed to start working?" He asked, making himself nervous.
"Any moment now. Pot works fast when you smoke it. Just relax, buddy." You reassure him, gently petting his hair. He nodded, leaning back into his beanbag, keeping his bag of popcorn in his lap.
"Lemme find something for you to watch." You smile, picking up the TV remote and looking through the channel list. Sticking on a wildlife documentary. "Oooh, Attenborough. Love this guy." He grinned, taking another handful of popcorn.
Not even two minutes into the show, Noya started feeling weird. Something wasn't right. He felt heavy yet his heart was racing like crazy. Everything around him looked like it was in HD, his eyes unable to just look at one thing.
You glanced over to him from your spot on the couch, he had stopped eating his snack and looked a little pale. "Hey." You walk to his side, gently taking his hand and rubbing his knuckles. "You feeling alright, buddy?" You ask, looking at his eyes.
Bloodshot whites, heavy eyelids, his pupils the size of an atom. He was zooted.
He didn't even turn his head to look at you, just kept staring forward, mouth slightly agape. "I- uh-..." He swallowed hard, taking a breath. "I think I'm havin' a stroke."
Ah, that old chestnut that a lot of smokers have been through.
You smile, gently running a hand through his hair. "You're not having a stroke buddy, I promise."
"How do you know?" He asked, lip quivering slightly, he's freaking himself out.
"Hey, hey, Noya. Look at me." You move his popcorn onto the coffee table and gently cup his cheeks. "You aren't having a stroke. What you're experiencing is a drop in blood pressure. It's normal, okay?"
He looked at you for a moment before nodding. "Kay... But, can you just like... Make sure?" He looked frightened, of course you were going to help him see that he's okay.
"Sure buddy. Can you raise your arms?" You ask, crouching in front of him and holding his knees reassuringly.
He took a second to register what you said before lifting his arms. "Am I doing it?"
"Yeah buddy, you got it." You reassure, an idea popping into your head. "Now we need to make sure you can still smile." As you say this, your hands sneak up his body, poking at his exposed underarms, making him quickly drop them in an attempt to protect himself; only trapping your hands underneath instead.
"H-Hey! Wahait!" He sniggered, legs kicking slightly as he wriggled deeper into the beanbag. "Y/N! It tihickles! Ahaha!"
And there it was, that sweet little smile and happy laughter. After a second you let up, he continued giggling, a bright blush painted on his cheeks. He turned his head away, burying it in the beanbags fluff. Apparently high Noya is a shy Noya.
He peeked out from the fluff, seeing you smile at him and quickly hiding again with a laugh.
"Awww. Noya getting all embarrassed?" You cooed, happy that he wasn't freaking out anymore.
He grinned. "Dohooon't, y/n!" He whined, giggling. Uh oh, now he's got the giggles and that smile seemed stuck on his cheeks.
"Don't whaaat? I'm just making sure you're okay." You say, starting to scitter your nails up and down the soles of his socked feet, causing him to yelp and try to sit up.
"Y/n! Wahait! T-That's not fahahair! I can't - AHAhaha!" His sentence was broken off by a wave of boyish laughter as you moved your devilish nails up under his toes, getting right into those sensitive areas that Noya had so finely tuned with all that work he put into the volleyball.
"Wahahait! Ahaha! Nahahat thehere!" Unable to sit up from the pit of a beanbag, all he could do was kick his legs. Stuck like an upturned turtle.
His nose scrunched up as he laughed freely, the high from the pot making him even gigglier than usual, unfortunately it also made him more sensitive too. Though he wasn't really complaining.
Your hands slither up to his knees, squeezing and reverse-raking over the caps, making the blonde-tipped boy squeal as his hands playfully fought with yours trying to reclaim his knees.
"Gehet ohohoff!"
"Nawww, look at you, all happy and giggly. Let's try here~" You tease, moving up to his hips, pinching the small amount of puppy fat protecting the bone. At the same time, Liberos shirt had ridden up, exposing the other teeny little pudge over his belly. It was just begging for attention, so you gave it some, with a big fat raspberry.
Noya snorted as he descended into silent hysterics for a moment, bucking his hips as his legs flailed wither side of your waist. His hands didn't know where to go, so they just latched onto your shirt. "Stahahahap! Ahaha! P-Plehease! Y/N! I'm gonna pehehehee!"
And when you're high, that's entirely possible, so that was your que to let up. Releasing Noya from your tickly hold and quickly fetching him another glass of milk.
"See?" You smile, softly running your fingers through his messy hair. "You're doing just fine buddy."
He turned away as he tried to drink, struggling to get a sip in between his bouts of giggles. He was happy though.
Now that the first-hand panic was out of the way and he was now sure that he wasn't having a stroke, he could enjoy his high properly.
You stayed sat by his side, keeping an eye on him as he gazed around the room, occasionally fixing on one item for a moment or two before moving onto the next. He lifted his hands in front of him, looking at the lines on his palms, making random pointing and swishing movements in the air before becoming distracted by the TV again.
He would giggle at random things in the nature documentary. The funny sounds a Meerkat made, the Dolphins breaching together in the waves, cute little baby Elephants rolling in a puddle. He quietly mimicked some of the sounds they made, also making himself giggle and hide behind his hands with a kick of his feet.
You smile, watching as he grew tired. Heading to your bedroom, you grabbed a nice fleece blanket and a pillow, coming back and gently draping the blanket over Noyas bottom half, setting the pillow just beside his head to lean on.
He looked at you whilst you made sure he was comfy, giving a tired, half-lidded, smile. Returning the smile, you gently stroke the tip of his nose, just a little trick you'd learned that helped people relax, his eyes fluttered shut and in moments he was out like a light.
"Night night, fearless Libero." You smile, turning the TV off and getting comfortable on the sofa across the room, with another blanket. You sat watching Noya for a while, he just looked so peaceful, and in the morning he was going to be back to his usual crazy self. No one would want him any other way.
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I think I went a little crazy with the word count XD Did I? I don't know 😅
Either way! This has been sat in my wips for waaaaay too long and I'm just glad I finally managed to get it finished! 🙌
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