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I swear every time I try to come back it’s remaking the blog that takes the longest because I am REALLY bad at choosing a theme and I am not well-versed enough in the frontend to make one myself(Also I hate JavaScript with a fiery passion and really my knowledge of HTML is not much).
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The urge to return to Tumblr RPs after years of letting this blog collect dust
Changing URL to everricvlvm
I am seriously considering changing my url, but I don’t know what to. Maybe to something ocean-themed? Because sometimes I feel like I have as many muses as there are fish in the ocean + I like the sea in general. I do really vibe with space theme too but it seems a bit cliche and y’know... sea vibes.
Also I am going to try and do a major overhaul for the entire blog, complete with graphics, tags, etc etc. idk how much I’ll be able to do with the competition and all, but! I am pretty sure I won’t be training/competing 24/7
Welcome back! And good luck w championships
Thank you UwU! I'm pretty excited and nervous, it's gonna be my first in-person international competition too since the panini caused lots of competitions to be cancelled.
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Wow I can’t believe I never announced I was going inactive like, what, 6 months ago?
But I am thinking about returning.
So consider this also a notice of the blog being under construction. I’m going to change everything up
also wish me luck at European karate championships I’m going there in like 3 days
Wow I can’t believe I never announced I was going inactive like, what, 6 months ago?
But I am thinking about returning.
Not to flex but I'm 18 now
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She oughtn’t have had any reason to be anxious, really; the to-be formerly empty bedroom had been adjusted to be fit for a new inhabitant, she had prepared some sandwiches for her in case the child would be hungry, she had talked to the twins and told them to try and not frighten the new one, and even started knitting a new scarf. However, despite everything, Esmeralda was pacing back and forth, looking out of the window every few seconds, the beginning of a blue-yellow scarf discarded on the table behind her.
She glanced at the clock hanging on the wall; five past three o’clock. On the phone, the social worker had said they’d bring the child somewhere around three or four in the afternoon - this was fine, Esmeralda assured herself, trying to ignore what felt like butterflies in her stomach. They’d be here soon, and there was no use in waiting for them like a dog - she’d hear any knocking from the kitchen, if somehow the doorbell would have stopped working. Another glance at the rainy street; it had been pouring all day, without a doubt the poor girl would like some tea once she gets here.
Despite all rational thought, Esmeralda still felt unease upon making her way into the kitchen. At least with the twins, she had seen them first - yes, they had been asleep most of the time, and hardly recognized her the next time they had seen her, but at the very least she had had a chance to get to know them a little. This time, all she had gotten were vague details over a phone call - five years old, abandoned, traumatized.
She didn’t have much for the girl, and with such an awful weather and the twins’ health being so terribly frail, Esmeralda hadn’t dared to risk going to a store. One could only hope the twins’ clothes would fit the girl for a day, and that she would be content for a short while with some dolls Esmeralda had dug up from the attic - her own old toys. The twins, too, had tried to help by building a small dollhouse out of lego, using what Esmeralda presumed had been a police station and some cars.
The doorbell rang just as she was about to put the kettle to boil; she almost ran to open the door, smiling at the sight of the girl.
“Hello there, dear, come on in!”
[ @despairforme sᴀɪᴅ "I'm gonna go 'ta hell anyway." ]
Hands clasped together on the oaken table, his grey eyes examined the boy sitting across from him. Unlike his mother, Nicolas had barely seen Nnoitra attending the church in the recent years. In fact, he was not sure at all if he could even remember seeing the teenager during the Mass - he had simply assumed the boy had given up faith, until just now.
“Tell me, Nnoitra,” he began, “Do you believe in God?” This question would determine how the boy was to be treated - whether or not false words and promises of an all-loving father were all he could offer, instead of acceptance and reassurance he had given to the few who had admitted to losing faith. Upon hearing this question, though, Nicolas had no doubt most had lied, nodded and said something along the lines of, ‘Yes, Father, I do,’. Could he really blame anyone, though, for not wanting to admit such thing to a priest, of all people?
“I haven’t seen you in the church for a very long time,” he had had a similar conversation before with another teenager whose mother had been concerned about her son’s lack of faith, “Would you like to tell me, what do you do during Sundays? Do you have friends you’d rather-” he had to stop for a moment to remember the word most of his younger colleagues seemed to use, “hang with?”
Admittedly, Nicolas did not know much about a normal teenager’s life. His life at that age had been mostly filled with reading in seclusion due to his then solitary, and admittedly, at times paranoid nature, and nowadays he spoke very little to children - outside of his job, he spoke very little to others in general.
But if there was one thing he knew about children, it was that they tended to be fond of sweets. One could only hope Nnoitra had retained this fondness - reaching into one of the drawers of the oaken desk, he took out a small box and opened it to reveal a variety of hard candy in various colours. “Have some, since I see you so rarely.”
It was always good to at least try to build trust, after all.
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It couldn’t have been more than a month ago the twins had attended a small match of volleyball between two high schools, tagging along with their adoptive older brother. Frankly, it had been mostly boring; the rules seemed far too complicated, and all the players were huge…
Save for one in orange uniform, to whom the twins instantly took a liking from afar - after all, much like them, he seemed so tiny! And then, a move apparently called “Rolling thunder!” was everything needed for the twins to establish in their minds that this particular tiny player was the coolest thing ever!
Their attempts to recreate the move at home were greatly hindered by the fact that their mother was much against it, as it involved the twins throwing themselves onto the ground, face first, while shouting the name. An accident resulting in one of the twins nearly breaking an arm had been enough for anything relating to the coolest player ever being banned from the house, and though disheartened, the twins did not dare to resist - that is, until about a week after the ban, they saw the very person near a swing set. A quick glance around the playground confirmed that their mother was still at the store; another that though he was taller than them, the difference was not enough for him to be an adult or one of the high-school students; that meant he was safe to approach.
In unison they started running towards the boy, before Frederick started; “Rolling…” With that, both of them threw themselves onto the ground, only to jump back up a moment later, ending up no more than a few meters in front of him.
“Thunder!” Jonathan finished, not even noticing that he had acquired a fresh scrape on his chin. “You’re the coolest player ever, sir!”.
While Noya thrived in the spotlight that Karasuno’s volleyball matches provided them, he was used to the attention coming from either those his own age or those on opposing teams. Sure, children were always present at games, but their attentions were usually held by the bigger more powerful guys; by those with the most shattering sort of spikes or the powerful servers. And that was fine. Yuu was proud of his teammates, of those like Asahi receiving praise from spectators of their games. He deserved it.
While Liberos were important parts of any team, many of those who did not fully understand the rules of sport overlooked them– aside from a particularly drastic save, they tended to blend in a bit too easily with the speed of the game. Again, which was fine. He received more than enough praise from his own teammates and the like anyway.
Currently, Noya was leaning against the swing-set of a playground, finishing off an ice cream that he had purchased from the convenience store only a few minutes prior. Having a day to himself was still something to get used to; given how volleyball had a habit of taking over his life so and utterly completely. It was good feeling to have a break…. even if he had no idea what to do with it.
Before he could mull further on whether he should bother Asahi via his phone or simply go to his house, a childish shout caught his attention; familiar and yet foreign as golden eyes widened, snapping towards the children making their way towards him. The move they both pulled off - with a surprising amount of synchronicity, strongly resembled his own—
And it was! Yuu was stunned into a brief silence, having not expected his own move to be performed in front of him, especially in such a casual setting from two kids who were probably still in elementary if he had to guess. It didn’t take much longer for him to puff up, a sort of pride filling his veins from the praise before anything else. A hand scratched the back of his head with pretend embarrassment, a grin playing on his lips.
“Ah— you think so??” His voice was already excited; this was the best surprise that the day could throw at him. “Thanks!! Although I think you guys might of done ‘Rolling Thunder’ better than I ever had! You’d be monsters on the court!”
Of course, it didn’t take long for him to settle into a sort of excitable vibe; he loved kids. “Do you guys have names or what??”
“Whoa!” The children brightened even more upon hearing the praise, and suddenly any ounce of fear they might have had due to their current idol being considerably older (and bigger) than them had been replaced by nothing but excitement. Practically bouncing from joy, Frederick was the first one to speak;
“Really? We practiced it all the time!” His words were accompanied by Jonathan enthusiastically nodding; “We even did it down the stairs once!”
He decided to not add that performing Rolling Thunder down the stairs had not been intentional and that it had resulted in strict ban of the move. After all, it was the thought that counted, right? And Rolling Thunder performed down the stairs without almost breaking a bone or two would probably have been even cooler than what they usually did...
Jonathan was the one to respond to the other’s question. “We’re Frederick and Jonathan! What’s your name, mister Rolling Thunder?” “Do you have any other cool tricks?” Frederick had started bouncing for real, unable to contain the excitement, and his brother followed, speaking as he jumped, “You’re so brave! Everyone else was so big, they could have hurt you!”
They both stopped jumping very suddenly, and Frederick’s voice was a bit more quiet now; “Adults are scary, right? But you still played with them! That was so cool! We wanna be brave like you, but...” His voice trailed off, for everything seemed suddenly very quiet, and Frederick realized that their idol was kind of close to being an adult, even if he was tiny and cool and couldn’t be older than a middle schooler...
Jonathan understood, and trying to remedy the situation, he started jumping up and down again. “You’re not an adult, right? Because you’re tiny, and cool, and adults told us to not do Rolling Thunder! That’s not fair, right?”. Remembering a certain incident, Frederick joined in; “Yeah! One time we showed it to our ma, and she told it was bad!” “And then she told us to go back to bed, even though we had not coughed at all!” “Not when she could hear us! That was unfair!”
They both stopped jumping again, slightly out of breath. “But you’re so cool and strong and brave, you never get sick, right?” Jonathan inquired.
Eyo breaking news local boy tries to earn some money because Corona robbed him of his part time teaching job and now it’s summer so teachers aren’t really in demand.
Have you ever thought “HOW DARE this very specific AU between two of my niche favourite characters not exist???”? Or “Man I want to read this very specific short story that is set in cyberpunk universe with steampunkish vibes about three half human half cats who are doctors, a pity it doesn’t exist”? Well, if you read one of these and thought “Oh what a mood,”, I’ve got some good news for you...
I’m open for writing commissions and will write anything you want, no matter how outlandish or weird.
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oh dear I haven’t written in so long. I had a bunch of personal projects, none of which I completed in the end... but hey HMU if you’d like to plot!
Renji you absolute heathen
Hey not to flex but.... We've got a new family member...
He's less than a day old in these pictures... He's so precious
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It couldn’t have been more than a month ago the twins had attended a small match of volleyball between two high schools, tagging along with their adoptive older brother. Frankly, it had been mostly boring; the rules seemed far too complicated, and all the players were huge...
Save for one in orange uniform, to whom the twins instantly took a liking from afar - after all, much like them, he seemed so tiny! And then, a move apparently called “Rolling thunder!” was everything needed for the twins to establish in their minds that this particular tiny player was the coolest thing ever!
Their attempts to recreate the move at home were greatly hindered by the fact that their mother was much against it, as it involved the twins throwing themselves onto the ground, face first, while shouting the name. An accident resulting in one of the twins nearly breaking an arm had been enough for anything relating to the coolest player ever being banned from the house, and though disheartened, the twins did not dare to resist - that is, until about a week after the ban, they saw the very person near a swing set. A quick glance around the playground confirmed that their mother was still at the store; another that though he was taller than them, the difference was not enough for him to be an adult or one of the high-school students; that meant he was safe to approach.
In unison they started running towards the boy, before Frederick started; “Rolling...” With that, both of them threw themselves onto the ground, only to jump back up a moment later, ending up no more than a few meters in front of him.
“Thunder!” Jonathan finished, not even noticing that he had acquired a fresh scrape on his chin. “You’re the coolest player ever, sir!”.
injury/hurt prompts bc reasons
feel free to specify who is receiving the actions [ sew ] for one muse to have to stitch up the other [ fix ] for one muse to mend a dislocated joint [ alone ] for one muse to find the other trying to treat themselves [ drugged ] for one muse to take care of the other while they’re delirious [ bullet ] for one muse to help the other after they get shot [ lacerate ] for one muse to get stabbed while protecting/working with the other [ broken ] for one muse to have broken a bone(s) [ scream ] for one muse to wake up because the other is having a nightmare [ comfort ] for one muse to stay the night with the other after a hard day [ wake ] for one muse to wake up to the other at the side of their hospital bed [ sleep ] for one muse to sit by while the other is unconscious in a hospital [ nurse ] for one muse to take care of the other while they’re sick [ appear ] for one muse to show up at the other’s doorstep injured
“ just let me help you. ” “ shut the fuck up and sit down. you’re bleeding. ” “ it’s fine— nothing i haven’t dealt with before. ” “ hey, you can talk to me. ” “ shh- lie back. you’re safe now. ” “ you need to stay still. ” “ how the hell did this happen? ” “ are you sure you’re okay? ” “ that isn’t ‘just a scratch’. ” “ stop being such a baby and let me finish cleaning you up. ” “ i need you to stay awake for me okay? keep your eyes open. ” “ if you die on me i’ll bring you back to life and kill you myself. ” “ for once in your goddamn life, let me take care of you before you make it worse. ” “ you’re hurt because of me. the least i can do is fix it. ” “ i’ll be okay. i promise. ” “ a little help? ” “ i just need a few stitches and i can’t exactly reach. ” “ i’m fine, i just need a moment. ” “ no hospitals. ” “ you need a fucking doctor. ” “ you need to slow down. ” “ you’ll be no help to anyone if you run yourself into the ground. ” “ you have to sleep eventually. ” “ stop fussing, i’ll be fine. ” “ shit, okay fuck that actually really fucking hurts. ” “ i’m scared. ” “ i feel so cold. ” “ i can’t feel my legs. ” “ i don’t…i don’t wanna go yet. ” “ what the fuck happened to you? ” “ who the fuck did this? ” “ you’re clearly not okay so stop bullshitting me. ” “ fucking hell. ” “ i need help. please. ” “ i swear to god i’ll kill whatever bastard did this. ” “ if i die, i’m gonna haunt your ass. ” “ it’s not that bad, chill the fuck out. ”
