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atsoomi · 7 months
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It's been exactly 2 days, 4 hours, and 32 minutes since you and Kuroo got married.
It was the kind of wedding you thought you’d never get the privilege of having— small, comfortable, and filled with familiar faces— not to mention, the most memorable day of your life. You’d never thought you could be that happy, or that you’d be surrounded by so many people who shared the sentiment. But if Kuroo has done anything through the course of your entire relationship, it’s prove your negative thoughts wrong.
And then, of course, came the honeymoon. 
Previously, you’d argued with him a lot about where to go for the honeymoon period. He thought somewhere in Japan— like Hokkaido with its breathtaking natural scenery, or Kyoto with its countless temples— would do just fine. But you’d nagged him about taking you somewhere outside the country, reminding him of the fact that you live in Japan; you have the rest of your lives to travel around Japan, but who knows when you’ll get the chance to go to Europe again?
After a few weeks of going back and forth, discussing all the possible locations and looking up things till one in the morning, you finally agree on Italy, specifically, Venice. It’s the perfect mix of culture and fun for both of you, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t dying to see The Grand Canal, especially with all the lights at night.
So, after a day of post-wedding packing, and a long day of traveling, you’re finally in Venice. In Venice, on your honeymoon. And it would be absolutely perfect, if you hadn’t lost your husband of two days in the crowd of locals. 
You’d done a lot, a lot, of research on spots in Venice that you wanted to visit during the 3-week stay. And you’ve always known (after a lifetime of fantasizing about this trip) that if you come to Italy, you have to try their gelato. So you went through a few articles, bookmarked a few websites, and found this shop, Gelateria il Doge. 
It’s been described as a hidden attraction, and you’ve always loved discovering hidden gems. The excitement was so overpowering that the first thing you decided to do once you settled down in your hotel room is go out and find it. Kuroo can’t say no when you’re so excited, so it only took twenty minutes to find yourself at the desired spot.
You went in, without Kuroo because he insisted on slowing down and taking some more pictures, and you finally ordered the gelato you’ve been thinking about since you agreed to come to Italy. But it seems to have cost you your husband.
He’s not where he was standing five minutes ago, you turn and scan the mass of people walking by, but you don’t spot the familiar head of dark hair. Your phone rests in your cross bag but your hands are full with gelato, so you hesitantly accept your fate and sit on the nearest bench you can find, assuming that you’ll just spot him when he comes back from wherever he went. 
You sit and admire the cold treat in your hand, it’s beautiful and inviting and it makes you feel like you’ve never had ice cream before. It makes you feel like your life is about to be altered permanently, even though you’re not completely sure what flavor you got— something about poor Italian skills and taking risks.
You’re about to taste it for the first time, practically salivating at that point, when a strange guy sits on the same bench, seemingly popping out of nowhere. You pause, mouth shutting, as you peer at him with caution. He’s undeniably good looking, skin-kissed tan skin and brown hair falling over warm green eyes, but he’s not exactly your type. No other man could be.
You attempt to ignore his presence, but he turns his head and you make intense eye contact. Your mouth hangs slightly open as he scans your face, it’s awkward and you feel the awkwardness paralyze you into speechlessness. You’re sure you look incredibly dumb but your mind is too busy malfunctioning to save you. 
His eyes go down to your hand and he says something in Italian that you don’t understand. A few seconds pass by before he reaches for it, your hand that is, with wide eyes. You reflexively flinch away, alarmed at the sudden approach. What the hell is going on?
“Oh my god, you idiot, the gelato.” He speaks, frustrated, this time in the language you can understand, with a heavy Italian accent. 
You look down at your hands and you’re surprised at the trail of melted gelato on your hand. Oh, he’s not a creep, you realize, he was just trying to help.
You bashfully keep your head down, embarrassed at how you reacted and the fact that you were too tense to realize he said the word gelato about 3 times. God, this is embarrassing, where is your husband when you need him? 
“Sorry about that,” you lick the melted sweet off as discreetly as possible, “I don’t speak Italian.” 
He raises an eyebrow at you. “Yeah, I can tell.” 
You’re silent, ashamed to be specific, as you eat the rest of your gelato before something else happens. He observes you for a few minutes, as you eat from both cones to prevent any disasters, before he chuckles quietly. 
“Tourist?” He asks. 
“Kinda,” you answer, slowly relaxing as the embarrassment wears off. 
He nods, “How did you find this store then?” he points to Gelateria il Doge. It stands there proudly, almost mocking you for making a fool out of yourself in front of a local.
“Oh, lots of research.” You laugh to yourself, remembering the sight of a very tired Kuroo by your side while you’re on your thousandth new tab. “It actually wasn’t that hard.” 
“Do you like it?” He asks. 
“The gelato?” 
He shakes his head, “Italy.” 
“Oh,” you smile, “yeah, it’s lovely and I’ve wanted to visit for a really long time.” He hums approvingly so you go on. “You’re Italian, aren’t you? Grew up here?”
“Kinda”, he retorts and you giggle, “I grew up in the south, but my brother lives here.” 
You nod your head in understanding; more questions are on the tip of your tongue (like his name for example?) when you’re interrupted by a familiar voice. 
“Oh I thought you looked familiar.” You turn your head and see your husband of two days walking towards you and this Italian stranger. He beams at you, happy to be reunited with the sight of your lovely face, but halts for a second when his eyes shift over to the guy. He tips his head to the side, silently asking about him, and you just smile. I’ll tell you later. 
“You weren’t going to eat both gelatos yourself after all,” the Italian says, which reminds you of the two cones you’ve been holding yourself the whole time, and the fact that your husband walked off and left you all alone, in Venice of all places. You’ll definitely yell at him once you’re alone, but for now, you settle on standing up and handing him his cone. 
“I’ll leave you lovebirds alone now, enjoy the honeymoon, ciao.”
He winks at you discreetly, maybe not discreet enough because Kuroo suddenly places his arm around your shoulder protectively, and you manage to wave at him before he’s gone. 
Kuroo turns to you, eyebrow raised, “was he hitting on you?” 
You laugh, “that’s all you care about, isn’t it? What about telling me where the hell you’ve been? Or apologizing for making me wait so long,” you slap his chest, “it’s actually your fault I had to entertain another man.” 
He holds your hand against his chest, grinning at the fake annoyance in your voice, “I apologize my dear, dear wife.” His eyes rest on the ring he put on your finger for a second, feeling prideful. “ Let’s sit, we have to finish this before it melts.” 
While you eat, you tell him about the whole interaction with the Italian man and every small thing that happened while you were apart. He scoffs at the events between you and the guy, fully convinced that he just wanted an excuse to touch your hand. You laugh and tease him about how attractive the guy was, telling him maybe you should’ve gone with the guy who didn’t leave you all alone. He flicks your forehead before you can continue and that conversation gets lost between all the other topics. You ask him what he was doing while he was gone, and he smiles, all-knowing and mysterious. 
“You’ll see.”
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yellowymellon · 29 days
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Family theory ⬇️
i'm abt to present the most controversial theory ever/j it's just a silly one xD (it's long beware)
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as far as we know, xipe themselves descend on the charmony festival. but does this hymn insinuates that multiple faces descend instead of the entirety of xipe? let's first see the content of this hymn:
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it starts by talking abt dominicus as a manifestation of xipe, dominicus means sunday, this could be further supported by the many mentions of law and authority as sunday is shown to be orderly, methodical and obessesive compulsive. "the gazillions of old laws have all faded" i suppose that could be ena which makes sunday even more connected to them.
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constantina is the second manifestation who is a singer. who else is a probable emenator of harmony and is a singer?
from the collectible cards found in penacony, robin's says the following "Surrounded by vibrant lights, the audience was moved to tears by her voice. All the flaws, ugliness, deception, and loneliness in life were forgotten." it fits well as robin is many times portrayed in this manner.
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Aelenev, his description is abt battles and war, it might be a metaphor but it could be talking abt the very distant past of penacony. there isnt much info i can derive from here or firmly link it to someone but i have someone in mind.
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beatriz, while dance seems like the main characteristic but so is singing and feasting. "the world is a ball" i think beatriz resides over culture and entertainment.
now before i talk abt who i think the last two are i need you to know the family lineages, there's 5 families. the name followed by purpose by the head :
oak - management - sunday
nightingale - construction - Sir Whittaker (npc)
bloodhound - security - head unknown
Iris - entertainment -  Maeven Ellis
alfalfa - economy - oti alfalfa
ofc the dreammaster exists as a seperate entity of all 5.
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there's some truth to the first pic, the dreammaster does control the 5 families, and his orders are absolute. the history here could be altered by History Fictionologists, followers of enigmata.
the hymn only mentions 4 ppl tho, 2 are the closest to sunday and robin, the latter isnt even a family head, which is a bit weird but makes sense why she gets invited to the charmony festival. but beatriz very much matches with iris' head, Maeven Ellis. Aelenev is more tricky to define but he could be Gopher Wood, found in the collectibles. i couldn't find anything concrete in his description but "we have discovered the lord's disciple in the mortal world" is an interesting line, i mostly took his appearance in consideration :
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(ignore aideen and lesley) anyway- gopher wood seem to carry a 'gospel' and has a crow by his side (just like sunday who has erm a raven? a nightingale that looks like an eagle?) and his wings are scarred, possibly by 'battles' the hymn spoke of, aaand Easter-egg he has sunday's old halo :) i suspect he could be the bloodhounds' head, Maeven Ellis is right beside him btw
out of all the hymn has talked abt, in our silly theory, ALL of them are halovians who have wings. i read in wiki that halovians have wings in their biology but idk where that info came from...there isnt a single halovian npc who got wings.
"every Halovian in Penacony is a member of the family" gopher looks like an older priest, his postion could totally be of a head.
now this is spoilery (imo doesn't make much difference), even tho it was leaked to be in 2.0 loading screen but i didnt find it, so i went to great lengths to get it from reddit! It might be a scratched idea tho, I'll only put the most important parts :
Edit: nvm it's called the harmonic strings phenomenon, found in wiki and database :x
"Family members have adopted a system of differentiation based on scales, with only those above the subdominant "IV" note being eligible to serve as the tuner of the Harmonic Strings. "
"The concept of Harmonic Strings is elucidated in the Harmony Hymns, a compilation of divine embodiments attributed to Xipe. These embodiments portray down-to-earth virtues that contribute to Harmony and can be practiced by individuals regardless of their position."
"The Family takes pride in celebrating the beauty of the Thousand Faces, including figures such as Aelenev of the Eternal Centurion, Dominicus of the Harmonious Choir, Constantina of the Panacoustic Theater, and Beatriz of the Blissful Ball."
"Opposers of the Harmony argue that the Harmonic Strings are in fact Emanators from Xipe themselves, not associated with any specific mortal but rather representing facets of Xipe, who can assume the form of any Family member when necessary."
Lots of yapping I know. Basically the ones eligible to welcome xipe in a ritual called harmonic strings are tuners of rank IV. We already know that at least 2 are emenators and the others should be too.
Also Aelenev of the eternal centurion, a Centurion being a soldier in the Roman army responsible for the command of one hundred men. A description fitting of the bloodhound head. The harmonic choir could refer to the oak family, and so on
But here where the contradiction happens, in oti's letter to Sunday
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also if all halovians with wings are emenators/ facet of xipe, then sunday and robin had them as children..?
i could argue that the dreammaster chooses for xipe who he sees fit to be an emenator, and under his guidance they become a harmony symbol. robin for the outside world and im sure sunday was adopted for the same cause as bronya rand, to become the future head of the oak family.
now on dominicus arrival...this letter and the hymn are slightly contradictory...and the map text is too. if dominicus is a facet of xipe, why do they and the 3 others have to welcome xipe ? isnt the descent of the 4 of them considered complete in it's self? xipe is a plural aeon, if part of them descends it should still be an aeon. but the hymn insinuates that the 4 facets serve xipe. also the connection between sunday and robin to them is solid.
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aight, we know who the harmonic strings are from the map text, it makes sense to think of them as the ones i theorized them to be, except from robin they're all directly influential on penacony. aand now oti's letter makes less sense. we can argue that each one of them derives power from a facet, maybe even becoming vessels to them or represent them. and these facets need to descend (arrive) for the charmony festival to reach it's conclusion, being xipe's descendance.
also reminder
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(he means xipe by their)
uuuhuh sweetie, u gotta leave the house as dominicus tho!
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suckishima · 6 months
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*bangs fists on table* haikyuu and food!!!!!!!! and how furudate uses it to illustrate the varying levels of drive different characters have!!!!
so, context (chp 213), this panel is hinata narrating as he's walking to the bus stop after day 2 of the first years training camp. he was told a few hours ago by washijo that he's not allowed to stay for meals or to sleep over, but since then he's been diligently watching the other players who were invited—he stays late after the regular hours of the camp for extra practice as a ball boy not a spiker/player. and the FIRST thing we see once he's done playing is four whole pages of how hungry he is and what should he do about it, and not just to literally feed his physical hunger but also in order to become a better player!!! food is muscle!!
all of that is so so good and makes me crazy but what i wanna talk about real quick is just this little panel. (1 i love that hinata is even thinking about whether tsukki is eating, he's probably half jealous wishing he could eat those wasted leftovers, and half actually worried whether he's eating) But mostly it's the "he'll leave stuff if nobody's watching to make sure he does [clean his plate]" line that i think is extra effective here
it's so small in comparison to the rest of hinata's hunger narration, but i love that furudate does take a moment to acknowledge that not all of the players are as hungry as hinata! and by using tsukki, someone who we know is less passionate and driven than a lot of the other characters—who earlier in this chapter refused to do extra practice, while hinata accepted it—as the example of someone who eats less, it just further emphasizes furudate's point that it isn't just physical hunger we're talking about here. hunger=desire, drive, passion
and then the bit about tsukki only finishing when someone's watching is a great piece of characterization and insight into his current volleyball mindset—tsukki doesn't like to eat a lot. tsukki only puts in the minimum effort necessary. tsukki will get away with less if no one is looking—in life and on the court. and none of this is new info either, hinata has been eating a ton since the beginning of the series and tsukki has been eating less (there's the scenes at tokyo camp of the third years trying to get him to eat more, or if you ever look his plate in any eating scene his portion is way smaller than everyone else's, despite him being a lot bigger than them) and furudate chooses now, when hinata is at the biggest developmental crossroads of his life to start to really start to shine a light on the theme!!
then of course hunger is contagious too and eventually during camp tsukki does stay for extra practice, he specifically invites hinata to practice with him, and even though tsukki questions himself, he does it anyway (chp 214)
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and eventually, eventually, tsukki does start to get hungry too (chps 283 & 284, right to left)
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it's not 'ugh i'm so tired i want to stop,' it's 'ugh im so tired, i wish i had enough to keep going' which isn't too far of a jump to him saying 'i like this, i want to keep going' !! which of course, he does admit to volleyball being fun the next day during the next match, thanks to everyone who helped him get there, including hinata and his contagious, never ending hunger
food is volleyball, volleyball is fun and volleyball is connection, connection is love
it was never just about food!!!!!!!!
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cowboyx2 · 9 months
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- on desperately wanting to be better but never quite reaching it (miya osamu)
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mvlkavian · 2 years
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merevide · 8 months
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i should stop making cringe posts tbh. but i can’t.
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How do I explain that this lives in my heart? That looking at it makes me yearn and hope and grieve? That the phrase "this same spring will never come again" has burned itself into my brain and relights every now and then just for the hell of it?
It's hands down one of my favourite art from the series. Everything about it from the grim colours now that the sun has fallen, to the trash heap they're determinedly climbing, Kageyama leading in his partner's stead with the third years doggedly behind him, all with a hand on the Karasuno banner. The second and first years marching behind them in that order. The fallen bike in the front corner. The crow, for both Karasuno and for Hinata who can't be with them. Because truly, this spring will never come again and this team will never be the team that they are right here in this moment and isn't that so tragic? so wonderful?
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justmywriting1313 · 2 years
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It's been 2 months are you alive rn?
You know how I know this isn’t about me like being okay and healthy enough to post?
BECAUSE IF YOU HAD BOTHERED TO WCROLL THROUGH MY BLOG YOU WOULD KNOW MY GRANDFATHER DIED
I so badly wanted to be optimistic and nice and think oh this person as probably just asking cause they are worried but like no because yes it’s been 2 months since I wrote taken me for granted BUT I TRIED TO COMPENSATE AND POST OTHER STUFF
IM SORRY MY BRAIN DOES NOT ADHERE TO YOUR READING NEEDS OR YOUR WRITING SCHEDULE
IM SORRY I WAS TOO BUSY COPING WITH MY REAL LIFE RESPONSIBILITIES TO WRITE THE SECOND PART OF TAKEN FOR GRANTED like bish???
I know you had innocent intentions sending this in or at least no intentions that warrant this much anger on my part but my inbox has 85 such asks about the fact that it’s been too long or requests for tag list when I have clearly put it that tag lists are closed
I have tried to compensate by putting up a prompt list and also posting pieces I wasn’t ready to post but people don’t seem to care so like I’m at my wits end
…im seriously considering patreon or at least setting up a tips of kofi
…There is an apology in the tags for all the nice readers…😭😭😭
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kiyoors · 2 years
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better in my head
akaashi keiji x reader
wc: 652
this is my hate letter to deep swimming pools shivers and my love letter to cinnamon— the healer of all things.
akaashi can’t do anything but scrawl his love, vignette by vignette
as of late, akaashi has been finding himself in and out of his head. he has a crush, he thinks, maybe under the influences of his own heart. he barely knows you, logic argues. he returns back to reality just in time to catch a glimpse of you exiting the lecture hall early. he’s a fool, he thinks, letting you get away so easily.
daydreams of your shiny laughter dot his mind, the light you bring into his life refracting off the dew drops of early morning grass. back in his head, akaashi finds himself being the grass you step on. he sees you outside, laying on soft sheets on summer days, reading, idly running your hand through the grass as you would with his hair. akaashi tries to approach you that day, but he falters. not yet, he tells himself, instead, he carefully saves your image, folding it gently into his heart, head spinning.
through loose tags and bunny-eared threads, akaashi stumbles upon you again. this time, on social media. he scrolls, fascinated by all ten pictures that make up your profile. through a ten-paneled window, akaashi meets your friends— and, your smile.
akaashi is thinking of picture number seven, posted on june of the year prior, when he feels a tiny tug to his shirt sleeve. his delicate nose lowers to meet your wide eyes. akaashi panics. your smile is like cool rain on his skin. wordless, you squeeze in front of him, standing before the shop counter as you retrieve your drink. akaashi finds himself at the bottom of a dark pool, deep underwater. your presence is the only light that indicates him of where the surface is. he takes one of his earbuds out; he takes a breath. he catches a whiff of cinnamon as you wiggle past him again. now, with a good distance between you both, he swears he hears your sweet laughter echoing off the walls of the pool.
akaashi has never really been someone to remember his dreams. but ripples of your face light up the darkness he sees behind his eyelids. you left the lecture early again. this time, akaashi was sure he’d take your hand before you slipped away. he never had the chance to. he does when he dreams, though.
colorful lights blind akaashi— this is nothing like the light you give off. the colors here are dull, muted, and repeat every five seconds along with the beat thundering in his chest. no, akaashi has never been much for parties. and the bubble of color bursts, along with your lips, as he sees you kissing a stranger. your hands are tangled up in their hair, just the way akaashi pictured they would tangle in his locks. the stranger’s hands roam your body— lower than where akaashi had imagined his own. and, again, just like in the lecture hall and just like in the coffee shop, you leave before akaashi can say anything. leaving him in a deep pool, looking for the surface, looking for the light.
if only akaashi could have told you, shown you, what you meant to him.
but he was always too late,
and you always slipped away.
he never had the chance to.
it’s a bitter day outside, the day akaashi sees you again. his fingers are wrinkled from having been in the freezing pool for so long. his drink smells like cinnamon, and he left the lecture early to get some fresh air before it became too unforgiving.
he sees you crying quietly at the steps of lincoln hall, in a cold pool of your own. heart thundering and knees cracking, he kneels to your eye level, gently patting the top of your head. he sees the darkness in your pupils, the bursted color of your irises. he smiles, he takes you to the surface.
he, the air, smells like cinnamon there, you realize.
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akaaschi · 1 year
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soooo
Are bokuaka fics still a thing???? I haven’t been here for a long while, and first thing I did was reread all of my favorite bokuaka fics. BUT!!! Now I’m in need of some new content!
SO! Please recommend your favorite bokuaka fanfics <3333
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roobgumball95 · 2 years
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sakusa kiyoomi is terrified on horror movies but he Will Not Admit It even under threat of death so he finds himself at a fucking movie night at hinata’s (surprisingly well-cleaned) apartment and atsumu decides on midsommar and sakusa just. sits on the couch and wants to fucking die and he’s sweating so much his hair looks damp and he cant wait to go home and not sleep at all tonight
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windshieldwiper · 1 year
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so uh..I just finished bsd…
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blxckgym · 6 months
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a hq the bear au is rotting my brain, everytime i see that photo of carmy and luca all i see is kageyama and tsukishima. i fr wish i could or had time to write cause there is a longfic for something this niche brewing in my mental
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vancula · 7 months
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benson being furious that randy was wasting his potential working at a diner ... and using that woman who had worked at diners her whole life and did nothing extraordinary as an example ... only for him to then die outside of a diner..
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monstrsball · 2 years
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i'm still figuring out pokemon for kageyama and hinata's teams so im gonna talk about suga's instead.
his team: aipom, starmie, togetic, psyduck, vaporeon, wigglytuff
togetic because it evolves from togepi with high friendship! wigglytuff because igglybuff evolves into jigglypuff with high friendship. i wanted him to have some pokemon that evolve with high friendship because in canon, his whole thing is having the trust of his teammates and being reliable.
togetic is also because of some of it's pokedex entries: "They say that it will appear before kindhearted, caring people and shower them with happiness." & "It grows dispirited if it is not with kind people." suga is a very kind person so they'd probably get along well!!
aipom was just because i liked the idea of him having a mischevious pokemon. the rest are because suga with water pokemon feels right to me. vaporeon specifically because i wanted each of the krsn third years to have an eeveelution. takeda, the professor in their hometown, studies eevee evolutions so he sent them all on their journeys with eevees. (daichi just has an eevee, asahi has a sylveon which helps with his anxiety, and kiyoko has a glaceon!)
i haven't gone super in depth with kageyama's story here but his whole thing in the beginning is he has issues getting along with his pokemon and getting them to listen to him, suga ends up joining him on his journey to help him with this. it's why both of their teams include pokemon that evolve with high friendship. (in kageyama's case, they haven't evolved yet but will later and it will be a big deal because ~Growth~) the same goes for oikawa's team!!
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redrocketpanda · 11 months
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I have a million other things I should be thinking and writing about but I was doing a little HQ rewatch w/ @outstorm the other day + he was introduced to beloved party boyTerushima for the first time. And then I threw out Terushima x Atsumu for the lols
And that's how I apparently came to commit to writing a house party terusumu fic where they just intensely radiate dumb blonde bitch energy at each other until a few hours later they're stumbling into some poor bastard's bedroom all over each other bc I am nothing if not a sucker for sassy blonde himbos
And really... what's better than one sassy blonde himbo but two sassy blonde himbos?!
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