#otf; the universe

[jazzycasino]

Do you ever think Nacho’s father does a little memorial for his son every year around the anniversary of his death -

#I’m otf rn #someone’s got to help me up though #better call saul #bcs #manuel varga #nacho varga #ignacio varga #breaking bad universe #I bet his aunt and twin cousins wonder what happened to him #oh

[offthefieldsmau]

⚽ 1.70

The sliding glass door clicked closed right as Sam picked up, “Hey — where are you?”

“At Mary’s. What— what is going on? I’m having dinner with my family — are you okay?” Stede didn’t know whether to be worried or upset that Sam was bugging him. He knew Stede was busy tonight—

“Yeah, sweetheart, I’m fine, but I thought dinner was at yours. You didn’t return any of my texts—”

It felt like the balloon — the inflated happy thing that made Stede want to float away — was getting too big. It was bound to burst at any moment.

“Because I’m with my family,” Stede felt his brain melting out of his ears, “I’m not entirely understanding the situation here: you’re at my house, but you knew I was going to be at dinner?”

There was a too-hard pull on a car door as Sam closed it behind him, letting out a big sigh, “You texted and said that you were doing dinner when I asked when I could see you next.”

“That…” Stede pinched the bridge of his nose, “that wasn’t an invitation, Sam. My time with my family is not an opportunity for you to invite yourself over. Do you not see how frustrating that is?”

There was a beat of silence, “And, what, am I not a part of that category?”

Stede wanted to throw his phone into the pool, “I don’t know how to tell you this, but no.”

“What?” Sam, to his credit, sounded genuinely surprised, “After all these weeks of dates and things, you— God, Stede, seriously?”

It wasn’t just the balloon popping, but Stede’s calm tone at Sam’s incessant behavior. It was the entire illusion he had built around them that felt like it was shattering — falling shard by shard as Stede cut himself trying to keep it together.

“What do you mean ‘seriously’? It shouldn't be a surprise to you that my kids — my family — come first. And if I wanted you here, I would have told you explicitly,” Stede felt his heart throbbing inside his chest.

“But what is it that is holding you back from having me around them!?” Sam tried not to yell, but it was hard with the back and forth. Stede was seldom upfront and it was aggravating, “First the team, now this? What is it about me you don’t want around your kids?”

Stede scrambled for an answer, but nothing came.

“Am I—” Sam sounded shaky himself, “God— it makes me feel like you don’t see me as important. Certainly not important enough to at least return my texts.”

Distantly, he heard the door slide open, but he didn’t turn. Likely Mary coming to check on him, “Do you—” he didn’t want to ask the question, but it was bubbling, “do you think you’re more important than my kids?”

Sam sighed, “I’ll be honest,” and that bated, tight breath felt like forever, “sometimes I wish I was. You— I never feel like a priority. I’m always second, you know?”

A slightly shaking hand cradled Stede’s head as the other pressed the phone to his face — it felt like the device would shake right out of his grip, “Wow,” the shards weren’t as sharp anymore, “I think, um, need a few days to think about this. It’s a lot.”

“Stede—”

“Sam,” it was so much easier to do this over the phone, “give me some time and I’ll call you, okay?”

Silence. Then, “Okay.” Stede’s resolve was intact this time, and he prayed it would stay when he saw Sam next.

A wine glass appeared at Stede’s shoulder. He looked up to see Doug beside the pool chair, sipping his own glass. Stede took it, giving him a weak smile.

“Everything okay?” Doug was casual, looking up at the stars and trying not to sound too pressing.

“We’ll see,” Stede took a swig of his wine and looked up at the sky with him, “thanks,” he gestured with the wine glass.

Doug gave him a genuine and comforting look, “Anytime.”

#off the field #off the field smau #otf smau #ofmd smau #chapter one #prose #douglas ‟bird watcher‟ lastname i love you #BIRD WATCHER DOUG IN EVERY UNIVERSE!! BESTIES WITH DOUG IN EVERY UNIVERSE!!

[soranihimawari]

I Missed You

Pairing: Oikawa x (gn!) reader

Word Count: tbd

Rating: Oikawa Tooru Fluff [otf]

Warnings: none// reader in timeskip becomes a doctor specializing in aging/older athletes and completing necessary check-ups before a match.

Note: I tried to not tie any gender-specific nouns when describing reader.

How I think OIkawa & reader hug each other after not seeing each other in a long time.

[23:45]

That’s the time stamp you receive on an old friend’s text. There are only three words which the message is comprised of. When you read them aloud to yourself in the comfort of your own home, you seem to repeat them like a mantra.

‘I miss you’

Simple hope draws from this in a way that can’t be described as you stare at your screen until you ultimately lock your phone. You close your eyes for a a few minutes when your brain decides to show you a highlight reel of the activities you used to do with the sender. Learning the rules of volleyball, joining in their team jogging paths, coming to scheduled matches, accompanying him to the nurse’s office when he landed on his feet wrong, etc. He was destined to be famous, just not here at home in Japan, no. Somewhere half a world away called out to him first. Argentina was distant, far, the most you’d ever be separated and even then, the times prior were literally at the start of up schooling lives.

Unfortunately, the last memory behind the closed eyes you see is a bittersweet one: the reality your friend, confidant, (and crush) hits you. You never did want to wind up fighting with him, but for once you’d want him to fight to stay here. With you. As his best friends remind you, you’d be holding him back from his true potential ever since he started practicing with the collegiate teams up the road from where you live—this was where the initial rift began to be drawn between you two.

During lunch one day, you visit his classroom, sitting next to him explaining (or rather complaining) the trouble you were having with a particular class and one of the assignments needed to be completed prior to a content exam.

“Do you ever shut up about schoolwork, yn?”

You pause, a disappointed look heavy on your brow as those within earshot suddenly fall quiet.

“I’m sorry not all of us have a righteous path carved in front of us, Tooru,” the tonality in your voice was one of annoyance. “Some of us have to work even harder to achieve our dreams other than hoping to skip town and follow in their idol’s footsteps.”

Ever since that brief conversation, you and one Oikawa Tooru, are now practically strangers come graduation day. You hear whispers via the third year rumor mill of his accomplishments and his ultimate defeat against both Shiratorizawa and Karasuno. Matches you weren’t there to show your support for, even if Iwazumi Hajime, the ace and vice captain, had invited you because, “it would be nice for him (oikawa) to see a familiar face in the crowd.”

Glancing back at Iwazumi’s moss green eyes and stoic countenance, “and if I recall, it would be nicer if I wasn’t there because it might distract him further. There are plenty of scouts heading to those matches. I’m sure he’d catch one of their eyes.”

“And if those scouts ask him to move to another country, are you really going to be ok with not saying your goodbyes when we graduate, yn?”

You aggravatedly sigh at him, muttering an annoyed, “Yes, Iwazumi-kun, even then.”

Many months later, post Oikawa's jog in the winter while watching the Karasuno v Inarizaki match, it is now springtime. You’re holding a bouquet of flowers from your parents who pose with you for pictures around the inner school gates of Aoba Josai’s campus. Your fellow classmates and club members surround you for more photos as well. This was going to be one of the final memories you have for your high school career. You were accepted into a university specializing in biomedical engineering with a strong focus on exercise science.

This was your dream, not necessarily the same path as Iwazumi’s to become an athletic trainer, no, however you had wanted to be a doctor whose focus would help restore and maintain older athlete’s bodies even post retirement. Helping those who had maybe one or two career setbacks was something which had captivated you the more you began to focus on the life sciences of your high school careers and with the help of those teachers, they had written for you a brilliant recommendations to boost your acceptance after passing the various university exams.

[13:43]

In your office nearly a decade later from high school graduation, sits your newest patient. He comes from Argentina, like your nurses tell you, but the rumor that he had come on a friend's recommendation is what actually piques your interest. Well, to be fair, two of your friends' personal recommendation are what causes you to raise your eyebrow. The nurse on duty that day takes his vitals as normal, asks him the routine questions before giving him the proper spiel of, "sit tight and the doctor will see you in a few minutes."

Oikawa Tooru has come home for several reasons. The only one on the top of his list is coming home for an exhibition match game he was invited to by the former captain of Nekoma and now representative of the JVA. However, when word reaches Iwazumi's camp in the national team's gym, he smirks, sending a text halfway across the world. Your name is thrown into the mix of doctors who are willing to examine older, closer to retirement age, athletes. Considering this was not how he had wanted to spend his second day back in his home country, Oikawa Tooru asks to book this appointment to get an all clear before playing the V-League exhibition match Kuroo talked him into attending.

You are reading over the file of the new patient outside of the room in the hallway. You scan over the various ticks he had made on the questionnaire along with your nurse who says that his young son looks up to Oikawa-san as a professional volleyball player.

"Repeat that one more time, Sato-san," you clear your throat when Sato-san repeats what he had said earlier.

"My son is as huge fan of Oikawa-san," he points to the name at the top of the document in your hand.

Right there, next to Sato-san, the nurse's pointer finger, is the kanji of the name of a person you thought about since your high school, university, and medical school graduation days. You clear your throat, thanking Sato for his time measuring the vitals of the next patient in the room you're about to enter.

"No prob doc," is all Sato says when he walks back to the nurse station leaving you to enter the examination room where an old flame sits.

You take a deep breath prior to knocking and entering. You open the door and you see OIkawa bent over on the examination bed, reading something on his phone. His hair is cropped shorter, his shoulders are a bit broader, his skin a bit tanner, and for lack of better words, his muscles quite filled out the rest of him. He's still humming a tune you're unfamiliar with until your shoes enters his field of vision.

"Hello Tooru," your voice causes him to freeze and immediately causes his eyes to avert away from his phone. "It's been a while."

Oikawa's coffee-colored eyes study your face and the recognition hits him like a truck. Although he is dressed in a sky blue buttoned blouse and dark jeans compared to your teal scrubs and white lab coat, he stands up, arms extended to crush you in a hug. His patient file falls to the floor when you hug him back.

You hear him for the first time since that argument long ago, voice wobbly and all, "I missed you."

#haikyuu x reader #oikawa x reader #an hq: timeskip story #soft sora hours: ft oikawa tooru #🌻— flying around collecting pollen—queue #sora scribbles 2023

[starii-galaxii]

Hiya! I'm Galaxii! Welcome to my planet :3

Here are some basic things (and really the important things) about me; I am a girl, I'm Nigerian American, and I'm a minor (16)

Below is some more info that you should check out if you are interested in my account! :)

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The Amazing Digital Circus

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Scratchin' Melodii

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Welcome Home

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Omori

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Kinda Drained (But I'll still view media for it):

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BYF!!!!!

WARNING! I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO MAKE DNI LISTS!!!

DNI If​​​...

Basic DNI (Homophobic, Racist, Sexist, Ableist, etc)

You support MAPs/Ped0's, Ince$t, Necr0ph!ll!a, etc 

You make your entire personality on hating any of my fandoms, I'm fine if you don't like them but don't attack me for liking something you don't.

You like to bully beginner artists (no one starts anything as a professional, there is no reason to bully someone for being a starter)

I've blocked you

You've harassed/bullied any of my friends (Or really if you harass and bully people in general)

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DNI doesn't apply to you

I follow you already

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We are in the same Fandom(s)!

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Contact me through messages or my request ask

I will do fandoms I'm not a part of, but please give me important information on characters I know nothing about so I don't fuck them up

I will take a maximum of 2 requests at a time (If it is full, you'll be put on a waitlist)

The time I take should be around 1 week or so (depending on my schedule)

PLEASE! Do not be afraid to remind me of your request because I am forgetful (especially with school)

Remember that Art Requests are not commissions, I am not getting paid for these so I will be a bit less lenient with what I'll allow.

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Things I Won't Draw:

Realism

NSFW art

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Hate art

Extreme Gore (Organs, bones, etc.)

Complicated Mechs

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OC's

Fandom Art 

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Mild Gore (blood and cuts)

Simple Mechs

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[jay-the-junebug]

Introduction Post (Remake)!!

Hello, call me Jay (^o^)丿

Bigender (she/her, he/him)

Bisexual

I am pretty forgetful

I overthink 💔

I’m bad at conversations ☹️

I’ll be talking about original characters on this blog, but don’t expect consistent updates and posts! I’m quite nervous and not used to sharing my stuff on tumblr, despite using it to browse posts for so long. Also, this blog has NO NSFW.

Some stuff I’ll post:

Original writing

Art of OCs

OC related rambles

NOTICE: I’m likely going to post about two different OC universes (if I have permission to post about one of them); Of The Forest, and Beyond The Forest. OTF is a collab project and BTF is personal. There will be tags for these acronyms. OTF content will be limited!!! It’s mainly BTF

I’ll be editing this post with more info, if I’ve forgotten any.

#art #writing #original characters #introduction post #rambles #BTF #OTF #i’m shy #sfw blog #I double and triple and quadruple checked this post #I am so nervous about posting this #also all my old posts before this one don’t count

[latest-breaking-news-video]

Watch Smallville & Titans Star Fits Up As James Gunn's Batman In DC Universe Fan Artwork - Newest Motion pictures

[criticalerror25]

MASTERPOST

HOWDY, HOWDY. THIS MASTERPOST IS MAINLY HERE TO ADD TAGS AND SUCH. I'M A RAIN WORLD BLOG, AND I'LL USUALLY SHARE CONTENT ABOUT ONE OF MY MANY AU'S. NO REBLOGS HERE, I DO THOSE ON MY MAIN BLOG. BY THE WAY, I TALK IN ALL CAPS USUALLY BUT FOR LORE & SUCH I'LL TYPE 'NORMALLY' FOR THE SAKE OF YOU DEAR READERS. AU TAGS #RW Lifeline AU -- METROPOLIS-LIKE ALTERNATE UNIVERSE FOR RW SLUGCATS, WITH FEW ITERATOR INTERFERENCE. #RW OTF AU -- WILL BARELY POST ABOUT, BUT OTF IS MY MAIN MULTIVERSE. MOST CONTENT THERE WILL BE SAINT RELATED OR HEADCANONS. #RW Smmty AU -- MY OWN RW SWAP AU. #Critical's Rot Apocalypse -- RAIN WORLD ROT APOCALYPSE AU. BARELY POSTED ABOUT, PRETTY MUCH DISCONTINUED. #Critical's Human AU -- CONTENT ABOUT MY HUMAN AU, WHICH INVOLVES RW OC'S AND RW CANON CHARACTERS. #Saint AU Content -- TAG FOR MY OTHER SAINT AU'S THAT I COULDN'T LIST HERE, SUCH AS INFERNO!SAINT AND KS!SAINT. OTHER TAGS #CRITICAL ERROR COMICS -- COMICS! USUALLY GOES WITH ONE OF THE AU TAGS. #WILL WOOD ITERATORS -- CONTENT ABOUT MY WILL WOOD INSPIRED ITERATORS. #CRITICAL'S CHARACTER PROFILES -- PROFILES ABOUT MY OC'S. IF YOU'RE NEW HERE, I'D RECOMMEND CHECKING THIS TAG OUT! #CRITICAL'S RW HEADCANONS -- RAIN WORLD HEADCANONS! #CRITICAL'S OC'S -- RAIN WORLD OC'S! P.S; ALMOST ALL OF THE ART I POST HERE WILL USE THE WATERMARK "SYN" OR "SYNARK25", SINCE THIS ISN'T MY MAIN BLOG. THIS IS MY RW ART BLOG.

#MASTERPOST #TAG LIST #INTRODUCTORY POST #INTRODUCING MYSELF #IF YOU SAW THIS POST ON ANOTHER BLOG SHUT UP YOU DIDN'T I'M STRUGGLING TO USE ALT BLOGS OK

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

Theory About Earth Angels, Fairies, Pixies And The Earthly Mother/Goddess (And Space Aliens) Part 1

 first I want to say, reading this is optional, so if you don’t want to read this, it’s fine, ya can always wait until I post about well some Crossover AU idea and video game theory, that I will do next after this.

anyway, we all know about Earth Angels, right...?

and some of you know that I am a Earth Angel, well more like a Defective one.

it means I don’t work 100% like the Other Earth Angels, and I’m not sure how many others would be Defective Earth Angels, well it’s like being the Amethyst and Off-Colors of the rest of the Earth Angels.

anyway I think it is possible before human born Earth Angels, like before the whole mixing of the soul fragments of a Human/Mortal & Immortal soul...

it is possible that the Original Earth Angels, kept some form of balance to Earth, and was part of the Feminine Energy, but because of the ancient humans back many MANY super years and centuries ago, they caused a imbalance by focusing on the Masculine Energy and giving less power to the Feminine Energy and causing a imbalance...

even if there could still be a small imbalance, the balance might be getting better, but the whole Toxic-Feminine doesn’t really help with that trying to bring balance between the Masculine and Feminine Energies.

no matter if your Male, Female or Nonbinary, those energies will be a part of you, but those energies aren’t like a bio-sex, it is not like that at all.

 everyone has their own belief, and it’s possible that the whole honor your father and mother, might be talking about both the Heavenly Father and Earthly Mother respectively.

and well the Mom and Dad could be part of it as well, but what about listening and trying to understand the feelings of your child...?

like while there is that saying about honoring your father and mother, but what about the Mom and Dad giving some form of love, warmth and comfort in your sorrow...?

it is possible when parents don’t try to understand or listen to your feelings or thoughts, it can become emotionally harmful.

also I learned about some kind of green ball of light appearing somewhere at, I think it was Scotland...? I didn’t really watch the video, but I might check it out later.....maybe it has to do with magical energy, like fairies. 

what if Earth Angles would technically be “Fairies” and Pixies could be like counterparts of Cherubs and Imps, or like Imps use to be Pixies but half of them ended up transforming into Imps...?

also besides the whole Angel, Fallen Angel and Demon thing....

it is possible in theory, that half of humanity’s heritage is not just from Earth, of course some of our ancestors were from here, but I mean like the other half of our heritage, it is possible that the other half of our ancestors didn’t come from this planet or even the milky way, and might of came from Andromeda.

I know that not everyone will agree on that and will keep saying that “humans are the only beings that were created to be sentient and form speech, and make funny puns.”

but that might not be 100% true, it is possible there are other sentient species out there, besides humans.....it just doesn’t make sense that humans would be the only sentient lifeforms.

 and if our universe is in a type of bubble, maybe there is a reason for it.

and if there are others besides humans off on other planets, they along with humans, would make up all of Omnimanity.

and in Undertale and Deltarune....Humans, Monsters/Lightners and Tulpa/Darkners, would also make up Omnimanity.

 even Gems from Steven Universe, would be part of Omnimanity,

Irkens from Invader Zim.....

the Aliens from Mass Effect Series....

Sonic The Hedgehog and his friends (as well as Eggman and his robots) from the Sonic The Hedgehog series....

also even if it isn’t game canon, Sonic, Maddie and Tom are my OTF...

OTF stands for “One True Family” so in other words “I Fam It”

not all ships are gonna be romantic based, and some are more platonic, from friendship to family, and some are like family found.

 and the non-romantic types you can’t just use “I ship it” because it will give the wrong idea, that’s why the whole “I Fam It” or “I Bud It” or “I Sib it” has to be used when it has NOTHING to do with the romantic type ships.

like it could go like this Undyne x Alphys = Susie or something like that...

like Undyne and Alphys becoming Susie’s Moms, or like Susie accidentally calling Alphys Mom while at school, or Susie calling Undyne Mom.

 if Susie did become those two’s daughter, that would be a “I Fam It.”

just like how Sonic (the Paramount version) being the adoptive son of Tom and Maddie, is one of the One True Family types that you can use the word I Fam it.

anyway back to the whole Omnimanity thing...

               Mario, Luigi, Peach, Daisy, Bowser, Bowser Jr., Koopalings and Others from the Super Mario series could be part of the Omnimanity....

the characters from Dragon Ball series would be part of the whole Omnimanity, even someone like Frieza, technically.

in some parts of the Ficto-Multiverse will be different species of people (besides humans...) that will make up all of Omnimanity, and yeah humans who are part of humanity, would still be part of that whole Omnimanity thing.   

  I’m weird and that is just how I view it, and sometimes it helps to be that way, when there is some stuff in life that can make you feel not so great.                   

like finding out that one of the parody videos with one of your favorite characters singing it, might not be found on Youtube, most likely because someone else, like a Toxic-Youtuber ended up messing with the Youtuber that originally uploaded it, and possibly did it more than once....

the video I’m thinking of, brought me some form of joy and well maybe I can talk about it some other time, I just can’t stand the whole Toxic-Youtuber thing that has been going on, even if you could try to reason with someone who is a Toxic-Youtuber, chances are they might not listen to reason and there will be those who will defend them and their actions.

maybe the video I’m thinking of is on a unlisted, I at least want to hold on some form of hope I will see it again.......and it wont be ruined by some Toxic-Youtuber who probably didn’t even bother asking permission....just need to try not to think about that and try to be positive.

life can suck, and it can really suck if you might fall in love with someone who might not even really love you and it could be some form of love spell...

and it’s possible the only reason Human/Earth Angels can be with Humans who aren’t Earth Angels, is because of some kind of soul genetics, because the Earth Angels of this new era, are still part mortal and human beings.

and yeah there is a chance when they do have a baby with a Human who isn’t a Earth Angel, there will be a chance that the baby will just be a normal baby or turn out to be born a Earth Angel.

 but what if by some hypothetical way, what if a Earth Angel’s Soulmate or Twin Flame or whatever, was someone who was Non-Human and they try to fight it because there is a possibility they will get their heart broken and it might be some kind of spell and it just has been taking a VERY long while to truly break....I really need to see about trying to get one of my gem bracelets to block my energy from being picked up by tarot readers, even if the other half of Gemini are the ones who have their energies being picked up by those who do tarot readings.....I want to at least try to stop them from picking up my energy, I think it is still a work-in-progress.

also it is possible for a soul to go through trauma throughout their life, and there can be pretty messed up stuff that can stick to the memory that can be in the soul, too much trauma that has to do with some mess up stuff that happen in more than one past life, could possibly make the soul of a person fragile.

anyway I’m going to just wait to talk more about these theories in a Part 2.

I rather get to writing a Crossover idea and video game theory next after this.....so yeah, I will talk more about this another time, and about the whole Earth Goddess and the imbalance, and how before there were the Earth Angels that were born on Earth in Human Form, there were the Original Earth Angels that possibly kept the balance.......also not everyone has to agree that half of our heritage comes from Andromeda, that is just a theory.                                               

#angel theory #earth angel #earth goddess #celestial #space aliens #milky way #andromeda #fairies #pixies #theories #part 1

[stephanieinge]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: BAYLOR Bears NCAA Big 12 Unisex OTF TPX Cap.

[daisyssousa]

my favorite relationships as space concepts & celestial bodies ‘ the formation of heavy metals ( specifically gold, copper, & silver ) ’ ☽  evan buckley, eddie diaz, & christopher diaz ( together forming rose gold; an alloy made of gold, copper, and a small bit of silver )

for @elvensorceress, created for her fanfic, ‘ heart of flowers/heart of gold ’  ♥ ( "Everyone is born with a heart made of something. It gives each person unique powers and special qualities. Some people are bright shining lights in the darkness and they hold universes of kindness within them. Some are rare shining softness and warmth and worth more than anyone can imagine. Some are meant to take care of others through healing and patience." )

#buddie #buddieedit #911edit #evanbuckleyedit #eddiediazedit #christopherdiazedit #evan buckley #eddie diaz #christopher diaz #911 #911 on fox #briegifs* #my edits; #space concepts edits #elvensorceress #otf; the universe #for my most wonderful wife <3 #who deserves the universe and all the stars <3 #pls go read her fanfic immediately n-n

[dearophelia]

“Do you,” Rachel pauses, and gingerly steps over a mess of cords and screws, “do you have any idea what you’re doing?”

A wrench clanks as it bounces on the concrete. “Not in the least,” Alle says, completely hidden underneath the machine. 

Something pops in a shower of cascading sparks, Alle swears, and then there’s the sound of someone shaking out an electrocuted finger. Or fingers. Possibly an entire hand.

“We’ve already had the conversation about this not being a good idea,” Nora says. She stacks Alle’s notebooks to the side, then pushes herself up so she’s sitting on the desk. She cracks open an energy drink. “It had no effect.”

“Good ideas haven’t worked,” Alle points out. Her hand appears, slaps around the concrete until her fingers clasp the wrench, and then slides back out of view. 

Rachel squints at the machine, trying to remember why it looks familiar. There’s another shower of sparks, a series of runes lights up, and it clicks into place. “Isn’t this the thing we found inside that volcano and an entire linguistics team spent a year trying to translate?”

“It’s the thing Nora spent an entire year trying to translate,” Alle says. The runes go out, but it starts making a noise like a printer warming up. 

A dot matrix printer warming up. A broken dot matrix printer warming up.

Rachel takes a step back.

Nora swallows a large mouthful of drink. “I’m reasonably sure it won’t explode. And,” she holds up a hand in response to Rachel opening her mouth, “before you Mom Friend us, reasonably sure is about as confident as anyone’s going to get in this time of chaos, nonsense, and post-apocalyptic boredom.”

Looking at the machine sideways, Rachel presses her lips together. “In that case, can I at least suggest safety goggles? And possibly a sign in the hallway warning people of the impending bad idea and recommending a hard hat?”

Alle pushes herself out from underneath the machine and rubs the back of her hand over her forehead, leaving a smudge of grease. “Neither of those is the worst idea I’ve heard today.”

“You’ve got,” Nora gestures to her own forehead, then tosses Alle a pair of safety goggles from the shelf above her desk.

Alle catches the goggles one-handed. She brushes at the grease and succeeds in smearing it across her entire forehead.

Nora gives her a thumbs up and puts on her own goggles.

Rachel points back over her shoulder. “I’m gonna go make you guys a sign.”

#hi guys i'm in that annual headspace of wanting to rewrite old things instead of writing new things #so i'm giving in and poking at making my otf girl gang show up in waves are universal like they do in my head #otf:new romantics #idiot 1 idiot 2 and mom friend (mom friend who has a flamethrower in norafic but mom friend still)

[soranihimawari]

Hibiscus Teas & Railways

Consider this story as filled with spoilers (for the final chapter) of the manga series if you are still waiting to read it & support Furudate-sensei.

Original concept for this series is to provide soulmates in this world do suffer at some point with Hanahaki disease until they first meet their partner via matching blooms. As luck would have it, when Oikawa was turned down in high school by his crush at the time, she truly mentioned she would set him free. Iwazumi thankfully was there & the pair learned to traverse forward after graduation day. Now in a new country with new teammates, Oikawa is both a free player during the off season & on one occasion, finds himself leaving his contact info for his emergency contact: Yena.

Welcome to the sequel piece to the If I like You mini-series. This one will focus more on the aftermath of what happens post-grad with Oikawa Tooru & Yena (y/n)-chan.

Word count: 3.4 k

Rating: OTA->OTF (oikawa tooru angst to fluff)// this is a different “yn” from Aoba Josai just to make it clear

Suggested audience: 17+ (for strong language & body horror)

this scowl and that pout get me weak in the knees, lol

Oikawa was a practical man. He had dribbled the volleyball once, twice, and one last time before he made one final serve as a promise to continue to put in the work to be great. He doesn’t hear Iwazumi call out to him and his best friend’s new soul-partner knocking on the gym doors. Mentioning something or other about the graduate party later tonight by Oikawa’s mom and elder sister seemed to have grounded the former captain.

Iwazumi watches his best friend and he nods to his yn, not Oikawa’s. The mock orange blossom scent wafts through the air and Oikawa, though both angry and annoyed about the whole hanahaki curse mix up, was able to more or less move past the volleyball season. He left feeling ordinary on the court the last time he and his knights fought against a murderous flock, but he is immediately reminded of the audacity of Ushijima’s cold words. It plays in a loop in the darkest parts of his mind.

“Oikawa, that’s enough for now,” Iwazumi states.

The relationship between the friends, as yn came to find out, is something more brother-like than anything. Iwazumi asked yn at one point in their final weeks of third year what her plans were.

“I looked into schools in the States,” she said with a small smile. Her own acceptance letter for a different university on the Eastern Coast, the emblem for New York University stamped upon it, sat in her school bag. The words congratulations made her eyes water the night before, yn blamed the springtime allergies coming around.

“Why would you do that?” Iwazumi was perplexed. He had his acceptance letter for UCIrvine in his blazer pocket. His graduate pin was flirting with the opened envelope.

“Because,” the girl wheezes a bit. The mock orange blossom clips in her hair Iwazumi bought her for Christmas adorned her newly trimmed bangs. After confirming you were alright, Iwazumi glances at you for a moment. In the past, when word spread that the stubborn ace and the infamous girl who had smelled of mock citrus blossoms were truly more than friends, they would not be separated for long. If either of them were, Hanamaki and Mattsukawa would rejoin them in the long term. Oikawa eventually came around and was back to his chipper self at Seijoh.

“Haji,” yn continued after clearing her throat. “I’d hope you know I’ll follow eventually.”

Iwazumi reaches to grab her hand and she agrees.

Presently, their friend and metaphoric king of the court, was currently hurting. What Iwazumi and yn had picked up on was how the particular king who loved milk bread began harboring a new love for hibiscus tea. Oikawa knew why, or at least when he’d talk to Iwazumi and you one on one last night at his back patio. The graduation party hosted by his mother and Iwazumi’s parents for the five of you created an ambient sound.

Oikawa runs a hand through his hair and he sighs heavily when he drags his serving hand down to cover his eyes. The aroma of the chilled tea of Oikawa’s choice mixed with lemon lime soda stayed motionless in his hands.

“Ru-kun,” yn begins gently, her hands cupping his forlorn face, forcing him to look at her. “Go find ‘er and don’t stop searching until you do.”

Iwazumi ‘s shadow blocks the porch light from her eyes. Out of the five of them, yn had a move in date early next month, followed by Iwazumi six weeks later, with Oikawa leaving in between. The nickname came about to calm both of the boys down when she lingered at the gym doors post the loss to Shiratorizawa and followed by the disappointing loss against Karasuno.

Oikawa scoffs like a foolish man. “And tell her (or him) what? I’ve been hankering for hibiscus flower tea while you’re probably dying?”

Yn drops her hand and exhales sharply, Iwazumi nearly punches the sardonic mouth of his friend, but instead he chooses to raise his shaking fist at his friend.

“Watch it Oikawa,” Iwazumi warns. “The flights aren’t as long from her side of America to yours in Argentina.”

Yn laughs mirthfully and her eyes dance between the two boys. She shakes her head muttering how her first love was quite a hopeless romantic, yet as Oikawa scowls slightly, she picks up on his nervous habit of biting the edges of his iced drink cup. The next seven words catch both yn and Iwazumi off guard:

“And what if she doesn’t want me?”

“Then you move forward until you find her Oikawa,” yn answers. Takeru opens the door and asks for some help with the trash and yn mentions she’ll go inside first. She gives Oikawa’s left shoulder a soft squeeze and an endearing smile. It was the same one she gave him the afternoon he decided he thought he was the one for her. However, as Iwazumi began smelling of the same citrus flowers, Oikawa made Iwazumi tell him what happened in the aftermath of the pre-season practice on the way home. Oikawa was both mystified and scared out of his wits when the first tree he passed in October was a hibiscus tree at the neighborhood park.

Brazil, 2018 JULY

“As the white witch looked into the eyes of her newly found son, she smiled. The day was filled with questions that were answered. Now, as the sun slowly sank into the sky, the air was filled with the aroma of mint tea. The sorceress placed the two ruby colored cups on the table where her son looked up with anticipation,” the volunteer worker read aloud. There were gasps from the children sitting in the middle of the cafe. It was just beginning to snow once more because in this side of the city slums, an older woman who brewed tea from her aunt’s garden dared to dream of owning a tea parlour and was just ending her shift at the library.

The inner city of São Paulo was abuzz with local tourists and guides of different athletes competing for the World Cup medals. Winter was a fine time for Yena, yet recently since her aunt had passed away in the slums, she was able to barely make ends meet in the suburbs. It’s the second year she completely removed herself from the city and chose to live in her relative’s home. She tends to the local garden where she received advice from a sage old man who tells her why she cannot breathe well. He tells her on the night of her twenty-seventh birthday that the flower petals she keeps in a jar in her bedroom smeared in blood and devoid of her saliva was because her one true match is hurt: “The more pain either if you experience will bring you together.”

Yena coughs a little while after and she bids the old man good day. Their conversation was about three years removed from today’s date, but the young lady remembers it because he was the first friend she made after her aunt had passed on. While piling on the tea cups and taking care of trash for the small humble fountain lot that consisted of cupcake wrappers and mostly warm beverages cups f9r the children.

Tonight at the city square in the slums, the kids currently whine that the story is almost done. Hence why the volunteer reminds them to come back at lunch time and he’d finish the story then. However, there was another surprise when Yena caught the eye of a passerby clad in Argentine blue. For a moment, the stranger does a double take hyperfixating on the partner for the volunteer reader who stifles a yawn.

Yena waves good evening and good bye to a mix of the children and their parents or guardians until the volunteer points out the very well known volleyball setter from Argentina. Oikawa and Yena had met once before on the train platform when both were traveling part of the way back north by northeast of the continent. Apparently the compartments were close by, considering that little Miss Yena was nearly penniless. The only reason she wasn’t kicked off at the next stop was because of one big lie outside the bathroom facilities connecting working class cars and first class together.

“Ticket ma’am,” the transport officer asked. Oikawa was walking around to gain some blood flow to his legs and he couldn’t help but overhear Yena’s annoyed voice. The girl wore her best clean set of jeans and a faded blouse. Her shoes were simple sneakers clearly held together by a thread at this point, but her face was coy. She kept her cool until Oikawa’s footsteps paused from her. He didn’t want to intervene, but the light aroma of hibiscuses surrounded her and before he knew it, Oikawa was there to charm the socks off the ticket man.

“¡Ah! ¡Señor Oikawa! Welcome back,” the officer greeted. Yena arched an eyebrow between the two, yet she didn’t stop the transport ticket man from gushing about the volleyball star behind her. “Is she with you?”

“As a matter of fact,” Oikawa pats the back of his neck sheepishly. Yena knew the scent of hibiscus tea anywhere for it was her dead aunt’s favorite, but when she smelled the calming aroma, she almost locked herself in the restroom to sob in peace. “She is. Her phone died and her ticket was already paid for by her family. She’s an old friend of mine visiting me for a week during the post season.”

“My apologies. Any friend of the great Oikawa Tooru for the San Juan team is a friend of mine. Don’t be a stranger now Señorita…”

“Yena, señor, LN, Yena.”

Oikawa and you sigh a thank you and you’re welcome to each other when the man leaves. He invites Yena to sit in the dining car and that is where their love story plants it’s seeds. Over the course of the next series of years up until they turned twenty-six, neither of them wanted to harp upon the fact that their separate cases of Hanahaki disease never fully healed. On the phone late one night, Oikawa calls an old friend from high school.

“Go for Iwa—Ru?!… hold on…Yeah he’s here. Hold on,” yn’s voice is kind. The ring on her finger is stunning considering it’s been almost five years since she moved back home to Japan. Iwazumi hears his name being called and when his fiancé hands him his phone, he recognizes the name and chuckles. Oikawa spills his soul into what he tells Iwazumi about the handsome fan and the girl who had a fading, but loving scent of hibiscus.

“Five years ago?! Seriously you idiot, you need to tell Yena,” Iwa grumbles. It comes to little or no surprise that Yena had already met Iwazumi via FaceTime calls in the past, but it was a different story when Yena crossed paths with an exchange student from New York who did an expose in flower teas in Brazil.

“I know, but how do I tell one of my best friends that I breathe eie4 when she’s close by?” Oikawa asks in earnest. “Every time I see her at the railway station, I feel like I’m floating. Is that what you felt when you hit the realization with yn?”

Iwazumi imparts some sage words of wisdom echoing what his fiancé said to Oikawa the night of their graduation party; the old friends say goodbye with a reminder that in a few months, everyone will be back to celebrate nuptials. Oikawa’s phone buzzes again with a message from Hanamaki and Mattsukawa.

‘We went to the mall today and look!’ Hanamaki sends a photo of himself wearing a team Argentina shirt with Oikawa’s name on the back.

‘Bought this Lil guy too,’ Mattsukawa holds a plushie figure of Oikawa. The boys laugh at the impish grin their former captain gives them to finally come into his own. Their talks over the last couple of years leads them to discuss the people they had met along the way; funnily enough, Hanamaki and Mattsukawa had met their respective partners a year after their first “boys trip” to the Southern Hemisphere. That story is for a different time.

However, in the here and now, Yena currently speaks with the volunteer and thanks them for their time since she saw Oikawa at the back of the marketplace. Her volunteering friend nods and tells her to go. Since her aunt’s death, Yena looked forward to the turn of the sports seasons because she knows that Oikawa would try to come visit everyone when his coaches would approve his vacation time to São Paulo. This time, his off season entered the tail end of the winter season, but with it being his birthday sabbatical away from the skyscrapers of metropolitan Buenos Aires, he was grateful to see Yena doing well.

“Tooru?!” Yena waves, she jumps up waving an arm. Her grin is infectious, it’s almost blinding. Oikawa smiles back and as he walks up to her, he wraps his arms around her waist and lifts. He spins her once, laughing together at the foolish humor that brought them together in the first place. Their embrace is cut short by an amused crowd of kids who whisper rumors of fairy magic and nobility.

“‘Eyy Oikawa,” Yena says. “I’ve missed you.”

“Me too,” he says, placing her feet back down on the ground. He still holds her at arms length. He caresses her face and she finds herself relaxing her cheek in his palm. Time is kind to both of them and finally Yena sees through the kaleidoscope of his amber gaze. Memories of inside jokes and midnight runs to the local bodega for tacos al pastor and even on occasion, when she finds herself in the same city as Oikawa, the time seems to slow down. They never really thought about dating, but when it comes time for either to depart, the railway platform they first met on is always on time. Oikawa has half a mind to kiss her affectionately and prays to every star in the universe she doesn’t push him away.

Yena tells her volunteer staff at the square to take turns to go on break while deciding to cut out early. The old man sitting next to his tea cup shakes his head when he sees the hibiscuses in full bloom flow in the breeze. He watches Oikawa and his younger tea apprentice disappear into the night; the old geezer thought of all the nights the older relative of Yena seemed to have a natural talent for concocting herbal teas for the elderly (and other ages) rambled on about the Asiatic curse if hanahaki and how it had afflicted her niece at age six, lying dormant; until the final reoccurrence (the worst of it) all throughout high school.

“Where are we going Oikawa? Do you have time for me to stop at my old flat and pick up a coat?” Yena asks as they round the corner at the end of the cul de sac.

Oikawa shrugs his shoulders and causally holds her hand in his.

“I don’t think that will be necessary mi corazon,” Oikawa whispers, bringing her hand to his lips. It is bold, but it doesn’t seem to bother Yena at all. They were friends and nine times out of ten, casual lovers to the outside world. Oikawa pulls her underneath his arm and they continue to walk down the glistening promenade back to his side of the city. The hotel room is a humble size surely, but it’s charm is part of the reasons why Oikawa and Yena love places like this. This is reminiscent of the sand in the warmer months in the beach court where they played a good game against Shoyo and his beach court teammate last spring.

Yena laughs at a joke Oikawa told her about earlier while pressing on for more details about Iwazumi’s wedding day. She loves Oikawa, the charming devil from across the world. To her, he is her pretty setter, without the fanfare. She knows about his nervous habit of biting paper cup lips and his affinity for milk bread to the point where she taught herself to make some at home and send some his way when they ran into each other on the third trip to Buenos Aires. Yena has met the illustriously frustrating ginger known as “Ninja” Shoyo several times scattered throughout her kinship with Oikawa. He wraps an arm around her waist as she loops her arms around the nape of his neck.

“Yen-chan, you didn’t write to me,” Oikawa pouts. “Did I make you wait for too long my darling girl?”

“No,” her voice is hoarse from the illness that plagues her lungs. “That’s not it. Liste—”

She fought mercilessly against swallowing the buds creeping its way to the back of her throat. Oikawa asks if she is ok, but in the middle of dismissing him with her casual “I’m ok” glance, he is horrified when her cough turns into a fit. She covers her mouth immediately, not wanting the Olympic athlete to worry so much over her. It’s just her love for flowers and his knack for the tea made from flowers in her chest that bloom much quicker when she is around him. He holds her still asking what’s wrong. He doesn't understand why now and why was it you?

It is a harsh realization as she struggles to breathe.

“Yen, hold on to me ok?”

He runs a soothing hand through her hair and he freezes the moment the hibiscus petals spew in short waves to his floor.

“Shh, I got you, baby,” Oikawa whispered. His grip tightened slightly on her waist, try8ng to make her stand up properly. “I got you.” He doesn’t want to excite panic for her sake, but it did warrant enough instinct to protect her until her coughing fits subsided.

The petals are glistening with spots of a harsh red. Yena is crying from the pain and she repeats “why now,” and “I’m sorry,” and it pushes Oikawa to hold her steady against his chest. She breathes in time with him and he quiets her fears, continuing to comfort her as though she were a child. She coughs herself into a headache and she wheezes one final petal to the floor.

“Hush now. It’s ok,” Oikawa hears himself for the first time in a long time. His left hand dries her tear stained cheeks he hears her sob repeating how much it hurts to breathe and her lungs feel like they are on fire.He kisses the top of her head and soon enough her hiccups and severe coughing ceases.It’s when she breathes normally does he calm down. He caused this, he is sure. Her hand clutches his shirt and loosens her grip a bit. Oikawa lifts her up properly as he straightens himself out to sit comfortably on the floor. Yena slips in and out of sleep shortly adjusting her position on her friend’s lap, using his heartbeat as ambient noise to settle the hibiscus branches in her lungs to wither.

Oikawa Tooru is a patient man. He puts his whole heart, mind, and body through the test when he either loves someone or something. Now with Yena resting against his chest, he never considered the possibility of hanahaki disease from home following him to this part of the world.

For so long, he had loved hibiscus teas since his sister introduced it when she was expecting; the Oikawa matriarchs always had a hunkering for teas when they became expectant mothers. When news broke that his sister was going to have some company, their mother craved rose lemon teas which turned into an affinity for hibiscus flower teas. When speaking with Iwazumi and yn earlier that week, Oikawa mentioned that he wanted to properly ask Yena to be his. He loved her like the sun’s rays loved the moon, presently as she is smooshed against his shirt. She seemed comfortable enough, like she belongs there napping in his embrace; Oikawa studies her features in the night city neon lights.

“I can hear you asking me if it’s ok to kiss me,” Yena dreamily says. Her stirring in her sleep makes her sit up straight, her nose grazes his jawline. Oikawa chuckles at her teasing touch.

“Say less,” Oikawa muses. His hands cup her face again and he pulls her lips to his. Careful innocent kisses via lidded eyes ignites them to cross the trial by fire. Yena hums against her lover’s lips until her hands travel higher to card through his hair. Oikawa smiles into more kisses because once he tasted the hibiscus remnants on her lips, they knew they found the love they eagerly searched for

#sora after hours #haikyuu x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #hanahaki disease mini series: bloom #🌻— flying around collecting pollen—queue

[cheryls-blossomed]

There's such delicious irony in realizing that out of all the characters Iris has the best character journey. Especially when you look at "OTF" in comparison.

It's pretty much universally agreed that Cisco's character journey has been a mess from becoming Vibe, to giving up his powers, to becoming Mecha Vibe Vibe. No one is happy with how his character ended. He spent 7 years unemployed and uninspired then decides to work for Argus. His endgame relationship was loosely developed

Caitlin spent the first couple of seasons revolving around love interests. Then from S4 on she's revolved around Frost. She found her dad but he died a couple eps later. Ronnie is supposed to be the love of her life but she was over him after she hooked up with Jay imo. As for her career? What career? She's been the team doctor for 7 years. She's done nothing with all her degrees.

I remember the insistence that Iris wasn't important. That she had no place on the show. It's so satisifying to watch Iris thrive while their favs whithered and died on the team flash vine

And that is facts, only, nonnie. 🔥🔥

Iris Ann West-Allen is thriving. She is flourishing. She is living her best life. Leading lady things. 🔥

But I fully believe that Cisco and Caitlin having had such uninspired trajectories, which in Cisco's case really does make me sad, because he deserved better than having to be essentially forced into STAR Labs, just to appease the oh tee eff crowd (who didn't actually care at all about Cisco, but I digress), was because TPTB spent the latter seasons trying to appease the oh tee eff crowd. The result being that these two being stuck in STAR Labs resulted in stagnated or otherwise messy character arcs that were not positive for either character. The oh tee eff crap ended up stagnating and stifling both characters. At least in Cisco's case, he got to grow as a person. Caitlin just became an extremely boring character who serves no real purpose.

Iris on the other hand was given story-lines which showcased her growth, whether it was through her career, through her romantic journey, or through her emotional journey. We've seen a true character arc for Iris, and at the end of the day, she is the character the show invested in other than Barry, because she is truly who is important. She is the leading lady.

#anonymous #replies

[husbandits]

okay so as it turns out, despite thinking abt it and drafting this post out in my head for months, I never actually got around to introducing the modern reader au, so here we go!

We’re Not Living in that Old Time Feeling (Old Time Feeling, or OTF for short) is a time-travel fic, with a Trans-Masc NB reader- the reader will have some mentions of hrt, but won’t have had any surgeries, using a binder and packer instead. They are also a scientist of nondescript specification, though i'm going to be focusing on climatology and ecological areas, since that's what's most relevant for the backstory of the fic. they also have tattoos, although i'm going to do the best i can to leave the specifics up to reader interpretation.

I realize that this is a bit limiting, but I’m writing them as a liittle unathletic  and unaccustomed to rougher tasks like riding horses and firing guns (as well as death in general). I know that this isn't a universal thing, but for plot reasons i had to make a decision, and this was the more personally relatable option, tbh. Relatedly, i'm also writing them from an american perspective, although hopefully they still feel pretty relatable otherwise.

I am going to do my best to keep other aspects of their identity inclusive, and open to interpretation from all readers, but as a white, able-bodied person my experience and perspective skews naturally to those perspectives, and I can’t promise i’ll be completely able to keep my work perfectly neutral.

finally, this is going to be an arthur/reader fic, but i'm going to be injecting my own hcs and preferences later on (assuming we get there); most notably, the reader will be befriending and getting close to bill later in the fic, which is understandably something some readers don’t want to get into, so i just want to be upfront that that's where we're headed

i'm also bending canon a bit here, as this fic takes place 2-3 years before rdr2, and yet arthur is going to be closer to the softer, more redeemed version of himself we're most used to, for personal reasons. (this means kieran, sadie, lenny, micah, and charles won't be here, to start, and the callandar brothers are alive (no jenny yet, as she joins later, apparently)- there are/may be a few more changes, ofc, as i change my mind on things. John is also absent from the gang currently, fyi)

finally, the horses- the reader’s horse (as of yet unnamed in the fic) is based on the in-game Rose-Grey Andalusian, though I miiight shift things to a different direction, since i’m basing the other horses on ‘real-world’ animals, instead of ones in the game. Boadicea is an American Brabant- an early term for the American Belgian after the Brabant was brought to the states in 1877 (i think? i did the research for this in like march so i could be forgetting smthing )

#rdr2 #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #modern reader #nonbinary reader #fanfic #fic introduction #old time feeling #the horse in the pic isn't exactly the way boadicea looks coloration wise #but that's the vibes im going for #miiight get ambitious and do one of these for each of my wips #just so ppl know wtf i'm talking abt

[bloojayoolie]

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