bakaomine

[bakaomine]

Building Blocks author here as stated in my fanfiction.net account profile: 

https://www.fanfiction.net/u/4001874/SYNdicate-930

I got bored today (19/12/2016) and decided to google my own fic because it’s been years, and saw this post. It’s been two years and my memory is really bad, but I don’t remember a specific instance in which I said I would drop Building Blocks. I might have, but Building Blocks holds a really special place in my heart.

If anyone still cares about it, I’ve been working on a new chapter for like two months but I’ve been having a lot of trouble trying to pick up and remember what I was originally aiming for. I’m so used to writing in present tense, and Building Blocks was all in past tense, which is really difficult for me to work with. 

But yeah. It’s not dropped, just on somewhat of a hiatus because my English sucks and I thought people had forgotten about it lol

what happened to building blocks and condom boxes

According to the author, she’s no longer as interested in spamano/hetalia as she used to so she might be just dropping it or she might come back to it later on. but as for the moment, it’s on hiatus. 

#I am a dumb and it just hit me that it's been TWO YEARS

[bakaomine]

coach-riko

- bakaomine asked: *Knocks on door* "Oi, A-cups. Open up.*

That voice. That same ol’ insult. She swore that she would never hear it again. That finally she would live a peaceful life free of certain ganguros. But alas, such was not the case. Riko contemplated pretending like she wasn’t home but knew she wouldn’t allow herself to do that. She carefully opened the door a crack, squinting at him from the other side.

“Shit it is you. What do you want ya idiot?”

Even through the crack of her door, Riko looks petite demeanor appears more pronounced than usually, though, it had also been a long times since he had last seen her. Her hair looks relatively the same, but her face is acutely more irritated than he remembers. 

"Someone said I wasn’t man enough to eat your food, so I came to prove ‘em wrong. Let me in and feed me.” He tries to open the door completely, but the look keeps the small opening unmoved. “Hey, unlock this thing.”

#coach-riko #ooc: WOW RUDE AOMINE

[bakaomine]

Push My Buttons @homosinger

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Initiating start up. 

15%

52%

89%

100%

All appendages functioning, and all systems activated.

“Hello, master. My name is Aomine Daiki, serial number 00006669, your live pasukon. I am at your service, and shall make day to day life less stressful to and for you.” The deep voice resounds throughout the spacious room, bouncing off the high living room ceiling. The lifelessness in his tone makes his otherwise peaceful voice piercing. “A PDF of my instructions have already been sent to your email. You may refer to that whenever necessary. Included in the email is a helpline, which operates 24-7. They will require my serial number, which can found on the back of my neck, as we are all made slightly different from each other. Again, all information will be sent via email with instructions attached. Please note a map of my hardware relative to its location within my body is included on pages ten and eleven. Changes to both hardware and software within my skull are to be done only by professionals.” 

He scans his masters fast quickly, his eyes memorizing the space between his eyes, the line of his mandible, all the way down to the way his zygomatics create shadows on the sides of his face. Unless he undergoes severe plastic surgery, Daiki will be able to identify him immediately. With stiff movements, Daiki brings himself to his feet, arms firm against his sides with little to no deviations in his blank expression. 

“What is master’s name? Please state your first name.” There is a pause. “Now please state your last name.” 

He waits patiently, a blank canvas waiting to be touched; awaiting its first strokes of acrylic and lead. 

#shit starter but you know what IM TIRED #homosinger #pasukonmine

[bakaomine]

First Sentence Writing Prompts

Send me characters/pairings (and setting or anything else you want to see) and the number to one of the following first lines:

“I know you’re afraid but we can’t hide in this closet forever.”

“Nope, I absolutely refuse to touch that.”

“How exactly did you manage to get stuck in there?”

“Why is it suddenly purple?”

“Pass me the sledgehammer.”

“Explain it to me again - why do we need to pretend to be married?”

“In my defense, I thought this would go a lot more smoothly.”

“I don’t know how you get yourself into these situations.”

“Careful, don’t drop – “

“And that’s how I ended up standing naked on the Brooklyn Bridge on Christmas Eve.”

“It’s sticky.”

“You need to stop.”

“Well that’s the single most impressive thing I’ve ever seen someone do.”

“What’s with the pigtails?”

“How have you made it this long without someone throwing you out an airlock or something?”

“Ow, what was that for?”

“Ugh, why did I eat that?”

“In my defense, it seemed like a brilliant idea at the time.”

“Run!”

“Come on, give me one good reason not to jump in the lake.”

“We’re going to be late if we don’t leave like 5 minutes ago.”

“What do you mean by leaving?”

“I’m trying very hard not to see all this as a metaphor for my life.”

“Please tell me you know how to defuse a bomb.”

“Where have you been, I was ready to call the police!”

“No, the house is definitely not haunted, why do you ask?”

“Get over here now and bring a tarp.”

“I don’t care that it’s 2:00 am, we need pie.”

“I’ve got everything under control.”

“At this point, what else could possibly go wrong?”

[bakaomine]

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#ooc: send me one!! i'm good with sfw/nsfw doesn't matter to me #i'll make a starter with what you get

[bakaomine]

homosinger

❝ At least I’ll get more dick than you ever will. ❞

       “Quality over quantity-- how much dick doesn’t matter if the people they’re attached to are fours at best.” Daiki eyes Anthony up and mumbles to himself. 

       “Five at best.” 

#homosinger #ilu bb

[bakaomine]

Throws water bottle at him. 

“And you call me thirsty? Okay, there, pleb.” 

When you’re feeling the thirst.

#homosinger #ooc: Aomine hush please

[bakaomine]

@homosinger​

He knows that this idiot wants to hit on her. And while he wasn’t best friends with the girl, she was somewhat of a good friend at least. Good enough as to where he wouldn’t subject her with talking to the dunce standing behind him, ❝ Yeah… she’s really nice and smart too. But don’t even think about it, ❞ he steps on Aomine’s protected foot, ❝ She’s too good for you. ❞

A sigh escapes him, because regardless, he knows that he’s going to have an attempt at flirting with her anyways. Anthony would have to remember to text her when he got back inside and warn her.

❝ You should settle for someone that’s just as attractive is you, ❞ he points to a dumpster out in the distance, ❝ Like all that garbage over there. ❞

       “What do you mean too good for me? I’m star of our basketball team, and very easy on the eyes.” He flexes his arms unconsciously, whether it be reflexively from his overbearing ego or automatic response to the cold--who truly knows? 

       Daiki’s eyes follow Anthony, glance landing on an blue dumpster behind the computer science building next door. “Hey, fuck you. I bet I could get her number if I wanted to.” 

      He just won’t right now. He’d prefer to make an impression fully clothed. He’d rather not be unclothed during their first encounter in the absence of a bed--put him in his current state of undress in a room with sufficient heating, bed, and dimmed lights with her, and it wouldn’t be so bad, he thinks. “Besides, when was the last time you were on a date?” 

#homosinger #ooc: holy shit they've been outside for like 5 years

[bakaomine]

"Maybe Satsuki-chan was right. Maybe I should probably try being more social." Daiki mumbles to himself. With a shrug, he pulls the covers over his head and returns to sleep.

#ooc: my goal is to make one new starter every day #or at least one I need to try writing/rping more

[bakaomine]

[bakaomine]

Aomine sifts through today's mail with a sub-zero quiver as he closes the front door behind him with a light kick of his snow-covered Timberland. They were uncomfortable and in tremendous need of being broken in. Bills, bills, bills, and an ad about an upcoming supermarket opening up in place of a music shop just ten minutes away. They're opening deals don't appeal to Daiki, though he's sure his mother and father would be interested. He's about to slip his boots of to leave the mail on the kitchen counter upon stumbling across an envelope addressed to the house across the street at the bottom of the pile. He sighs. He doesn't want to go back out there, but he has too. A part of him wants to believe the mail can wait until tomorrow, despite the recognition of the envelope holding within it information much more urgent. He sighs again. It's colder than it was when he went to get the mail. He doesn't bother to look both ways before crossing. The steps are uninviting, coated in ice and snow, so Daiki grabs hold of the railing to prevent any mishaps or injury. Ding. Dong. He hears footsteps, and, before long, the door swings open. "Hello, I live across the street from you. I got your mail by accident."

#ooc: rando starter idk

[bakaomine]

skadwaz

Winter was a strange season; for a season that encouraged such activities such as staying indoors wrapped up inside blankets and nursing cups of warm teas and cocoas, it also happened to be the season where people would gather in groups to spend time together. Perhaps it was the Christmas spirit coming across in that, perhaps it was the chance for friends to come together and reflect over how the whole of the year was whilst watching the snow fall from frosted windows, regardless it was a season that Kuroko loved just as much as the others. Aside from it being the season that Winter Cup was held, the boy genuinely enjoyed the snow, enjoyed the way that his grandmother would begin searching around the house for that old pair of knitting needles to begin weaving impressive lengths of winter wear, enjoyed the way his father would talk about taking out the kotatsu before doing so with gusto with some help from his mother. Even if she would put in some feigned complaints, every year the blanket for the heated table would get washed and thrown into the dryer without fail.

Nigou let out a short bark to break Kuroko out from his thoughts, the boy having stopped to gaze out his window to just quietly observe the falling snow before thinking so deeply about previously mentioned subjects. Winter was never a wholly indoor season for Kuroko though, to go along with his previous thoughts as the phantom sixth man went to change into some clothes more acceptable for a guest coming over, the glistening snow outside remained too strong of a pulling force for outside fun.

Snowball fights always spontaneously took place during primary school, a little less so in middle school, and even less in high school- but still the same good fun regardless of the transitioning ages with only an added appreciation for how quiet the world could become with the crystallized blanket covering everything. Last winter could’ve been the peak of his appreciation for the silence, between the actual matches of Winter Cup and the stress of the qualifiers and the return of a friend he’d yearned for the company of- sometimes the quiet could’ve been more soothing than expected.

Of course the season changed for him this year though, Kuroko having just finished slipping on a semi-thick sweater and some pants to at least look presentable before the doorbell rang, Nigou nipping at his heels whilst the boy went to welcome in that friend, faint smile tugging over his lips with that protest coming through loud and clear.

❝I didn’t take that long to answer, Aomine-kun. Hasn’t Momoi-san said that you’re always warm regardless?❞ With Nigou barking in what Kuroko would’ve liked to interpret as agreement, it still would’ve been a little cold to leave the other boy out in the cold for a moment longer, especially not when the wind seemed to be enough to send a chill through even the thick material of his sweater.

❝Come in, let me get you some slippers. Um, would you like some cocoa or tea? And close the door behind you please.❞

      “I know you didn’t, but that doesn’t change how cold it is,” Daiki tries to argue, watching the heat of his trembling voice disappear into a light burst of icy wind. The air scratches his cheeks, and reddens them, his nose becoming runny. He sniffles. “Besides, Satsuki-chan only says that because I don’t bury myself in hundreds of layers like her. A shirt, sweater, and jacket are enough to keep me alive during the winter.”

      The image of Satsuki’s round face covered in her thick scarf as she waddles awkwardly, like an easily excitable penguin, in four layers of sweaters and long sleeves beneath her chunky winter jacket crosses his mind briefly. During their last encounter, two Sundays ago, where she interrupted his marathon of Final Fantasy X and the occasional game of League Of Legends when he became to frustrated with Tidus carrying in fights and the rest of his team subsequently dying (clearly, he’d spent too much time leveling him up) to drag his lazy butt to the mall for one reason or another. She had worn such an unnecessary quantity of clothes under her coat, Daiki swore he had seen Satsuki struggling to bend her elbows to reach into her purse for her wallet when they stopped for burgers on the way there.

      In the corner of his eye, Nigou, as usual, is in a good mood and not too far from his owner. Unlike Taiga, Daiki is more or less indifferent to Nigou, neither particularly fond nor hostile, though, certainly, not fearful. There is an insignificant voice within Daiki that embarrassingly admits to liking Nigou more than he lets on, but he attributes that to how much he looks like his owner.

      Daiki steps in immediately. He shuts the door behind him and begins to under his jacket as he stomps his shoes, kicking off extra snow. When he steps up into the living room, he catches a patch of loose snow on the heel of his left foot. Wet socks. Great. “Uh, I’ll have hot chocolate. Thanks, Tetsu.”

      Tetsuya gives him a pair of slippers. Daiki (barely) slips them on his feet as he hangs his jacket in the closet by the front door. He stretches out every pair of slippers Tetsuya gives him when he comes over. It’s not Daiki’s fault he’s a head taller than almost everyone he knows, and, as a result, has large feet. Then again, you know what they say. People with big feet… have a hard time finding their size in Japan.

      “So,” Daiki stares into the living room. “Where’s the kotatsu? You always bring it out. Is it in your room?”

Snowing

#skadwaz #ooc: Take your time babu uvu

[bakaomine]

@meteorjump

Kagami was not one who was used to doing a ton of Christmas shopping or anything. Back in America, he was used to just getting gifts for Alex, Tatsuya, and his dad, but how big of a deal was the holiday here in Japan, really? When he’d lived here as a kid, he didn’t have to be concerned with getting people gifts, but now he had a whole bunch of teammates he cared about. Even if he didn’t receive any gifts, Kagami still felt he should show his teammates his gratitude in some way. Since he spent most of his free time hanging out with Kuroko, however, he decided to grab some gifts on a day when his shadow was busy with his family.

He actually ended up feeling pretty surprised by how easy it was to grab gifts for his teammates–in the end, Kagami actually knew his friends better than he thought, even though he didn’t have anything in mind for them when he first showed up to the mall. The only person whose gift he’d thought of beforehand–well, agonized over, really, before he’d come up with something good enough–was Kuroko’s. Kagami really didn’t want to give him something totally boring, and if he did, it was gonna be in addition to something that Kuroko actually really wanted. But what?

It had only come to him after the last time he had Kuroko over, who had been sitting quietly and reading while Kagami prepared the two of them a meal. It was the same series over the last few days, and Kagami remembered Kuroko mentioning something about the newest volume coming out soon but not having the money to afford it yet. So here was Kagami at the bookstore, trying to track down the dang book with the help of an associate, before it was nearly in his grasp, the last one in stock at that–

Until goddamn Aomine Daiki was there.

“O-Oi! Aomine–?!” Seriously? Of all guys to catch in a bookstore, Kagami really didn’t expect to see Touou’s ace, and one of the guys he really didn’t want to lose to. “What the hell? Since when do you read?” Did the guy even know how? “That’s just too damn bad for ya, huh? Since I saw it first,” Kagami also defended, grabbing the book for himself.

       Daiki’s so drained, the mere prospect of losing out on his only decent gift to Tetsuya ( or anyone, really) is as irritating as it is not going to happen under his watch. Of all his half-ass attempts at being tolerable and “festive” (whatever the fuck that is supposed to mean, given how much abuse and misuse the term has undergone, especially with Satsuki’s constant usage of it--Daiki, clearly, is not a “festive” person) during the holidays, this year has been the first since childhood to bring some level of satisfaction to someone other than himself. He’s thought this gift over too much to let some idiot who can read less Kanji than him buy it. 

       “What do you mean can I read? Look who’s talking, America.” Daiki steals the book from Kagami to flip it open and point at a random character. “How would you read this by itself and what does it mean?”

       [ 丂 ] The character’s foreign, definitely. Daiki has rarely seen this used. He’s pretty sure its more commonly used in Mandarin. Or is it Cantonese? Regardless, he’s had to look it up a few times in to get through the odd school reading of classic literature here and there.

       Daiki is totally unaware of how long Taiga resided overseas, but he hopes it was a long, long time. To prove his point. He dodges Taiga’s attempts at taking the book.

‘Tis The Season For Giving

#meteorjump #ooc: I've run into this character too and now I'm having flashbacks lmao WHAT DO YOU MEAN

[bakaomine]

       Daiki sits silently at his computer desk, tapping his mouse, though not hard enough to click. He contemplates with a bite of his lip, embarrassed that it’s gotten to this point. Satsuki would never let him live this down if she saw this in his browser history.

       “… Then again, I can delete my history when she comes over next.” 

       He shrugs and clicks onto the next video.

       16102016 - BTS Blood Sweat and Tears Live JIMIN FOCUS 

       “Nae pi ttam nunmul~” He mouths the lyrics. 

#ooc: Is this Daiki or me? Either way someone's suffering and it's because of BTS

[bakaomine]

@homosinger

“Idiot… you’re gonna’ get sick– just use me for warmth or something, alright?” Daiki pauses briefly, as Anthony side steps to stand in front of him, his brunette hair tickling his face from the close proximity.

“Oi, what are you doing?” Daiki takes a step back. “I’d rather freeze than huddle up to you for warmth.”

And Anthony proceeds to follow it up with another step back, ❝ I’m not gonna’ let your ass get sick and then I have to deal with it, dumbass! ❞ He huffs, for once he does something out of the kindness of his heart, and this is how he’s treated? ❝ Plus… everyone’s staring at your junk… it’s better this way. ❞

       He has a point. Any other day would have been a better crotch day. In fact, every day is. Daiki is about to allow it before a pretty, young thing catches his eye in his periphery. 

       “Hey, isn’t that the really hot chick I saw you studying with the other day?” Daiki nudges Anthony with his knee, and points her out with a small nod. “The one in the red North Face jacket. She’s really hot.” 

       His eyes lower, catching a glimpse of quivering thighs below the ends of her winter jacket, her legs long and calves weak from tonight’s events. Daiki would totally keep her warm. The thought is so distracting, he’s suddenly regained the warmth in his palms and the ability to comfortably wiggle his toes against the insides of his sneakers. 

#ooc: This tag was written at the start of my second paragraph after typing 'Dick' instead of 'Daiki' #How am I going to finish this post holy shit

[bakaomine]

(≧∇≦) kiseeeee!~

#WHAT A QT

[bakaomine]

kise with messy hair (◡‿◡✿)

#what a qt