TIME PASSED HARD

(as you know if you follow me on twitter and/or ao3, i’ve been working on a long sugimoto/ogata fic (the one i said i was working on way back in september). i’ve been holding off on posting chapter updates over here as i wasn’t sure if i was going to continue to use tumblr, but as i’m almost halfway through posting the chapters i ought to update this blog!)

Lol yes. Who knows, maybe I will coin toss it. (But really, yeah. Sorry my dude)

hi! hmm, i write a lot of bottom ogata but not exclusively. i have a ogata/tanigaki wip in my drafts where he tops and i’m intrigued by the thought of other top ogata scenarios... but it’s funny, i usually don’t ascribe particularly strong top/bottom preferences to characters but for some reason ogata has bottom energies, to me, personally. i think i read him as kind of sexually aggressive + sadistic and i think that balancing that with also bottoming is more... hm, interesting? for me as a writer. or maybe it’s just that i ship him with a lot of dudes who i read as tops... [thinking emoji]

Tsurumi kept one hand on Tsukishima’s shoulder and pulled away the headplate with the other, setting it down on the bedside table.

Blood loss is no deterrent when she’s involved.

Following the tragic and sudden suicide of General Hanazawa, Ogata and Tsurumi debrief.

aw, thank you very much for this sweet message :) yes, i’d love to write a proper sugimoto/ogata fic at some point, and have some outlinish bits written of one already; it may be a while before anything gets published, though, because my real life is pretty busy right now. but i really hope to get it out there as soon as i can :) you too!

"Do you plan on getting me out of your way, then? If you’re going to do it, I’d rather not go in my sleep. Or do you just want to fuck?”

Daniel made him a man. He was still a boy in those days, before the stranger came down from out of the hills and scooped their lives up in the palm of his hand. Eli was still preaching in the first church, the one in whose pews he’d sat between his mother and Paul since before he can remember. It was play-acting, even once he came to lead it. He had not yet got the measure of the devil.

That’s the way it felt then: like the way they were outside of the park was the reversal, and this the reality.

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