#i wrote a little bio(

[dreamingpartone]

pirate au, anyone...? here’s a small introduction to the boys in Threads of Gold 🌊✨ the first chapter is coming very soon!!

#azumane asahi #nishinoya yuu #asanoya #haikyuu!! #haikyuu fanart #threads of gold #doodles and miscellania #spadey actually commissioned me to do these character sheets which was very generous and fun #she also wrote the bios! #my placeholder text was pretty good tho if i do say so myself #asahi's was ''He's big so he can fit all his anxiety inside. Additionally; handsome. [song lyrics for filler]'' #and then noya's was ''He's a little insane. Love that in a man. [more song lyrics]''

[feline-evil]

Dick or no dick confirmation Pickles was always going to be trans to me anyways; if he's swingin' somethin that's phallo babes, if he's not then his t-dick fat. What's not to get.

#metalocalypse #jay talkin #I'm sorry they wrote that awful gross little man far too likeable and relatable to on a trans level #for me not to hoot and holler and cheer for the trans pickles agenda #changes nothing about his character arc or any of the show anyone is capable of being the kind of person he is #don't make the mistake of thinking thats exclusive to cis men #his transness wouldnt change that #only adds on an extra layer to him that i think works fantastically. #Listen that dude was rejected by his family driven to drink and drugs young to escape that ran away to be in a band #is called fucking Pickles of all things and refuses to tell anyone his real last name; #over the span of four seasons and two movies he slowly starts to learn to be for others what he never had #he becomes more caring more supportive #it's not a stretch to say he undoes some of the toxic masculinity he's been keeping himself shielded behind #and learns how to be a kinder man. #all of which have no contradictions with him being trans! #In fact it doesn't take much extra thought to find ways a lot of this can line up with some trans masculine experiences #i mean. Did no one else have a younger phase where they swung as far as they could into crass rude and uncaring ways #to try and assert their masculinity only to grow and realise that you can be a man and be more caring. #Did no one else have father issues. 1 800 come on now i know those are both shared experiences a lot of us have had LOL. #at the end of the day this show aired nearly 20 years ago and is finished. we're not getting more of it #so nothing is altered nor changed if pickles is canonically trans or not ok. its fine #i mean hell i dont even need canon confirmation hes trans to me and thats all i care abt #but i think if yr getting suuuuuper weird abt needing him not to be canonically trans you have some issues #and bio essentialist ideals of gender if you think only a cis man can act like he does #again. anyone can be like that. its not exclusive. him being trans would not change him in any way shape or form lol #AND ALSO GODDDUUUGH for once i love getting to see a guy pushing 50 whos depicted as trans #do you have any idea how dire and barren it is out here. we never get to see a trans guy older than 30 and whos not a pristine model #I WANT MORE OLD SHLUBBY SHITHEAD TRANS GUYS IN MEDIA

[worldly-diversity]

@questionablemuses ○ 𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕧𝕠𝕩 ○

          ⤷  『  Angel lifts his head & only groans when he sees Vox. "Please, don't tell Val I'm here." He sounded absolutely wasted, his color paler than normal & his eyes not entirely focusing. "This was the closest place I could crash fer awhile. I'm not even staying here that long."

He gazes tiredly up at the other overlord, wincing slightly. "I'll do anythin' you want. Just don't rat me out."  』

Periodic cursory camera inspections had informed him that Angel had left the studio and Val had ascended the tower. Being finished with his own work for the time being he thusly intended to head up himself and enjoy the evening with his fellows, mayhap even plot some more mayhem for them to execute.

Instead, the recent scan informed him of something out of the ordinary— Pink fur collapsed over a table. In the private section of Vox' own tower. What the actual fuck. Surely the little prick knows Vox has no sympathy towards him? Yet he's hiding in Vox' area rather than going back to that tacky project of a hotel the princess is working on.

It's child's play to observe the security footage as he turns around and begins the leisurely walk back to his own section. Guess Angel had been having bad enough of a day he'd barely made it out of the tower and had assumed, correctly, that going outside in this state would make him easy pickings for whoever wanted to have a go at him.

Whether putting himself at Vox' not so tender mercies was a step up from that, however…

His shoes click on the polished floor, hands clasped idly behind his back as he takes in the spider demon's appearance and approaches him. The intent was to scold him, maybe coerce him into a mild concession or two depending on how the conversation went, and then delivering him back to Val because it was a surefire way to fix the moth's mood when he got pissy. Just give him what he wants and poof— No more temper tantrum.

What Angel actually offers him without even being prompted however— Oh the options! The little fool is actually giving Vox a stupid amount of power over him right now and all of it is fuelled by the fear of what Valentino was going to do to him if he found out Angel tried to leave in a state like that.

Where even had he found the booze to look this drunk? Then again, it could be the drugs too, he's well aware that Val likes to supply him in order to keep him malleable and attached even beyond the ties of the contract. A contract that offered the arachnid an unprecedented amount of freedom compared to others who were foolish enough to feed an overlord's power.

Now, how to proceed…

Stepping forward he slips his clawed fingers under Angel's jaw, a slightly sharp simulation of cupping his cheek which he uses to assess the other's state. Well and truly fucked up, probably in more ways than one considering what Val got up to in that studio of his.

"You sure know how to get yourself into trouble, huh Anthony?" He mused, a sardonic smirk on his screen which was only kept minimal by his exerted self-control. Angel was offering himself for the promise of safety for just a little longer. Just a little more— Always more. That's just how these types are, but he can work with that.

Clawed fingers caressed the spider's cheek with far more gentleness than Vox ever cared to express towards the spider. Surely Angel knew that Vox disliked him? More specifically, Angel had taken to causing trouble for Valentino with his defiance, his backtalk, staying at the princess' hotel as though he could ever be redeemed when Valentino had a tight grip on his soul.

You can't let defiance like that go— Really, you can't. All it serves to do is undermine your power and reputation when people see that you let a slut like Angel get away with such disobedience and disrespect and do nothing about it. And it is nothing, for all that he's sure Angel's increased working hours beg to differ. It's not public though, and therein lies the crux of the matter.

Angel needs to fall into line, and he needs to look like he wants to be there. Nothing less will satisfy.

He lets go of Angel's cheek to instead walk around the table and take a chair beside him. Not across— Specifically not across. If he's going to pull this off he needs to let Angel think he can rely on him, that he's safe, that Vox feels for him. He doesn't, which is beside the point.

"I'm sure we can come to an agreement. It's not just anyone who can manage to slip past my security in this kind of a state, you know." He speaks in a measured tone, inflecting mild amusement and keeping the sharpest edges off his face and out of his voice. With any luck, there'll be two pairs of chains adorning him after tonight.

"You're afraid of him." Vox lays out matter-of-factly. It is a fact, after all, but he figures the demon might as well try to deny it. There's a good question, actually. Would Angel be honest with him, or would he try to hide behind his bravado? An easy thing to pop when you know where to press, but this would work more smoothly if Angel didn't put up such pointless resistance.

"I know what that's like." He murmurs gently after a brief lull in their exchange. Go on, believe it— He's not engaging his eye, not yet. It's much too soon, he needs to coax Angel over the edge first. "He's violent, always has been. Such pretty promises, yet once you're in too deep there's no way out, is there? And no one to protect you."

"I'm an overlord myself, there's not much he can do to me now—" He chuckled out a self-deprecating scoff. "Well, that's not to say I haven't had to replace the screen a couple times in the years I've known him though."

Drawing in your target audience with sensationalism is fun, but getting under their skin through something they can relate to is a thrill in and of itself. It's so much more personal, and he can't wait to see Angel's expression once the realisation hits, but by then it'll be far too late.

"You're just one of his toys though, he's not likely to hold back with you. And it's getting worse, isn't it?" He murmured, leaning forward, offering sympathy. None of this would work on Angel if he were sober, but he's not. Vox is going to take advantage as well as he can. "So what if we can help each other, hm?"

Come on little spider, take the bait~

"Val's an important part of this thing we're building. But he's impulsive, reckless, his anger can blind him to the simplest things— Like not going after you in public." He inclines his head in perhaps a slightly too subtle admission that he'd helped, at least possibly too subtle now that Angel had fucked himself up to this degree. "I need him to calm the fuck down, and you need him to stop hurting you, don't you?"

"I can make him stop." Vox reached out to Angel then, brushing a bit of fur out of Angel's eyes to sharpen his focus and at the same time associate him with more gentle treatment. Vox had never yelled at Angel, nor hurt him. He intended to reinforce that image, encouraging Angel to trust him.

"But I need your cooperation in this, Anthony. I can't calm him down if you run off wherever whenever. We have an image to maintain; you can do whatever you want within those constraints, and I'll keep Val off of you. All you need to do is follow my guidance."

His hand, which had pulled back after brushing the other's fur aside, approached once again. This time held level, palm slightly up in an entirely dishonest display of honesty and openness. Go on, shake my hand.

"Do we have a deal?"

#questionablemuses #universe • hazbin hotel #inquiry • hazbin hotel #interactions • vox #v: these electric chains #answered #i may or may not be going a little crazy right now. #this is bigger than ANY bio i've ever written!! #warning: dont show vulnerability to vox bc he will take advantage of it IMMEDIATELY— hfgdkjsdkfSKDJHGFKDFLJA #my god i wrote so much— i cant even!! AAAAAAAA #(angel be good and agree to this it's gonna be so much funnnn~) #long post

[aeriona]

Salice, freelance author and tea enthusiast. He is a tenant under Queen Aurelia’s rule, and can never seem to pay his rent on time.

#my art #flight rising #Fr #Flight rising art #coatl #fr coatl #fr art #dragon #dragon art #He also has a short little story I wrote in his bio a few months back #I am by no means a good writer but if you wanna check it out you can by clicking the link on this post

[arnold-layne]

my writing stats 2023

nobody asked for this, but i'm doing it anyway, because i kept the tracker the whole fucking year and i might as well get something out of it

Total: 58000 words (i didn't do it on purpose i promise) Goal: 72800 words (200 words a day)

By month January: 5611 February: 7791 March: 1168 (i just started dating my bf and we had other business to occupy ourselves with) April: 3460 May: 5126 (nice wc considering i had exams for like half the month) June: 6468 (again nice, because exams and thesis presentation) July: 6609 August: 7240 September: 8169 (the most productive. i still had a will to live) October: 5883 November: 475 (depression kicking in yea) December: 0 (depression intensifies)

By days of the week: Monday: 7252 Tuesday: 7191 Wednesday: 6353 Thursday: 10586 (had little homework that day) Friday: 6603 Saturday: 7753 Sunday: 12262 (self-explanatory)

Stories posted: in darkness shall you be reborn: 7 new chapters as we were falling: 9 chapters the weavers: 3 chapters bulletproof bandits by @glamourizedcocaine: idk but there were like 7k words

can't name exact word counts for all the works but i sure know most of it were the weavers, then as we were falling, then in darkness shall you be reborn, then bulletproof bandits

overall: i didn't hit my goal, but i'm still pretty pleased with my progress. it was a rather productive writing year and i had a lot of fun and only started one new story, which is remarkable

i used this tracker, but i can't find the original post with its creator :(

#my writing #writeblr #you can find my writing blog in my bio #if you don't already know about it #the weavers are top spot because i posted just a little but wrote a shit ton #its been in the works since 2021 but this year i scrapped it and started from scratch #as we were falling started as a little oneshot to relax amid the exams and it never works like that of course so now its 15k words

[anonymouspuzzler]

(PSYCHONAUTS 2 SPOILERS IN FIRST IMAGE TEXT ESPECIALLY!!)

oh boy we've hit the point in my Psychonauts art backlog where we get into my OVERLY ELABORATE AUs!! This first one is what I call the "Cally O'Pia AU", which is basically "everything is the same except Cassie stole rescued one very specific weird little boy from a psychic lobotomy, and he grew up raised by her instead. There's a lot more content for this that I'd still like to finish someday, so I'll leave it there for now! There's another AU I've worked on more that you'll be seeing a LOT more of soon, though...

(Alt text/image IDs under the cut!)

[Image 1 ID (PSYCHONAUTS 2 SPOILERS IN DESCRIPTION): A sketchy, colored design for "(Caligosto) Cally O'Pia", an alternate version of Loboto who was raised by Cassie. He is posing with one hand on his hip and the other gesturing outwards; he has both original arms rather than a prosthetic. He has a full head of hair in a sloppy bob with long bangs and a yellow flower tucked behind his ear, wears glasses with green and red lenses instead of the inlaid lenses, and wears several multicolored bracelets and necklaces resembling Cassie's. He is wearing a janitorial staff Psychonauts uniform with the sleeves rolled up, half dark teal-green like an agent uniform and half-lilac purple. Over the uniform, he wears a long handmade-looking light-yellow skirt with pink tassels along the bottom edge, patched with several long patterned scraps of fabric as well as several smaller square patches. He is also wearing blue ribbed socks with light-brown sandals, and two fanny packs on his waist, one purple, one dark blue. There are bullet points about his personality and backstory next to the design, reading: - Picked up by Cassie during a Psychic 7 run on hospitals performing lobotomies (she got a little overzealous seeing a kid on deck and just. took him and ran) - Never met Lucrecia; she'd already left for Grulovia by the time he was adopted - Kept training with the Psychonauts, but became increasingly disillusioned seeing the Psychic 6 fall apart (especially when Cassie retreated to the Gulch) - Extremely powerful psychic, but blows off responsibility to the point he's all but useless as an agent; mostly tends to the aquarium and acts as a handyman - De facto custodian of the Gulch, since he's the only agent who can reliably make it in and out (he's going to check up on his mom) - Openly bisexual; in an on again-off again relationship with Oleander (both would rather it stay on but neither are emotionally mature enough to admit it) - Suspicious about the circumstances behind Maligula's defeat & the "official" Psychonauts founding; took on the moonlighting half from disillusionment, half to secretly investigate without influence (Oleander knew & would occasionally help) - Took the Deluginary job to get info on Maligula, didn't know about the plan with Truman until too late (no hard feelings against the guy himself, y'know?); realized he was in over his head, leaked coordinates to Raz & co. but got threatened into finishing the job regardless - Considered leaving the Psychonauts to be a dentist or marine biologist when he was younger; couldn't bear to abandon Cassie - One of the only agents to still regularly visit Compton in Psychoisolation - Picked up some writing skills from Cassie (he likes freeform poetry) - The socks with sandals are absolutely, specifically to piss off Hollis. Come at him.]

[Image 2 ID: A younger Cally O'Pia. He has messy hair, glasses, a big smile, and is eating a chunk of honeycomb. He is wearing a long tank top resembling Cassie's dress, over pleated pants that reach mid-shin, and sandals.]

[Image 3 ID: Traditional pen sketches of Cally O'Pia. In the left, he is standing with a neutral expression, one hand on his hip and the other holding up a dripping mop; in the other, he is sitting, grinning and using his psychic powers. In the second image he has removed his wrap-skirt to wear it as a shawl around his shoulders instead, revealing the Psychonauts uniform jumpsuit reaches about mid-shin on him.]

[Image 4 ID: A sketchy three-panel comic of Cally and Oleander. In the first, Oleander, wearing boxers and an unbuttoned shirt over a tank top, walks down a hall shouting "Cal??" Cally, standing around the corner wearing sweatpants and a baggy shirt, using telekinesis to bring plates over to him to dry, replies, "Kitchen". Oleander continues, "I can't find my All Paul shirt". The second panel shows Cally shifting his weight onto one leg as he dries the plate with a rag, nonchalantly saying, "Mm. Haven't seen it." Oleander, now looking directly at Cally around the corner, says, "Cal". "Yeah", Cally replies. "You are wearing the shirt", says Oleander. The final panel shows Cally, grinning knowingly and continuing to dry the dish, replying sing-song, "Dunno what you're taaalking abooouuuttt". Oleander, bracing his feet against Cally's lower back and tugging at the hem of the shirt with both hands, screams, "CAL SO HELP ME". Cally simply responds, "I look good though right".]

#anonymous puzzler art #psychonauts 2 #caligosto loboto #psychonauts 2 spoilers #rhombus of ruin spoilers #morceau oleander #cassie o'pia #tw for mention of medical abuse (specifically lobotomies) #one fun bit of trivia that I wrote after that little character bio that i *will* share #I decided Cally also does a ton of writing for true psychic tales under a pseudonym #he mostly sees it as propaganda-y schlock but he's *very* charmed that Raz is such a big fan

[scullymonica]

me: i'm fine

me: monica was there for scully in the darkest hours of her life.........

#scully/monica #scully/reyes #txf #txf s9 #the x-files #the way monica grabs scully's wrist to stop her from going into the pit and discovering william's body :( #the way monica follows scully to hell and back #FOR THE SECOND TIME #hrdljsflkjfd #i wrote a little angsty tag to this episode if anyone is interested #it's chapter 9 of Tête-à-tête ;___; #link in bio

[floweredhalo]

writing a royjamie a/b/o fake dating college au in case anyone is interested in that

#jamie’s psych n roy is bio #they’re both in a neuroscience class tho n that’s how they meet #anyway they’re idiot4idiot in this fic #much fun little angst #THE SCENE I JISY WROTE IM ACTUALLY THDOSKNG JP #it’s a fake dating i have to have the classic should we practice kissing scene #this fic is 18k n counting jesus fucjing christ

[karamell-sweetz]

new ref for nyannibonne gweeeehhhhh

#karamell doodles #nyannibonne karamell #i might flesh out her lore a little bit more over the holidays maybe #found some old things i wrote about her in 2018. safe to say i COMPLETELY missed a whole chunk of bg for her #*when i was writing her artfight bio anyway

[tvrningout-a]

i know my focus has been on chiyo and my lore lately, but i really would like to get more j.jk stuff started once i move blogs. atm it's hard to feel motivated to keep miyuna and tsugumi when i feel like they never garnered much attention even when i was full-blown hyperfocused on them. that's also a matter of audience -- i was mainly a k.ny blog for a while -- but also? it just seems extra hard to enter fandoms lately. i'm kinda word-vomiting bc i'm really tired, but this is all to say that i'm going to make an effort to focus on j.jk interactions going forward so that my girls ( and chiyo, kaiya, and hyouka's verses ) don't continue to gather dust like they have been uvu

#i hope this isn't coming off some kinda way?? i just mean that i think bc i haven't pushed them enough #and bc for a while my mutuals were largely a whole different fandom #tsugumi and miyuna really haven't had the chance to shine #bc i love them i love the cursed techniques i gave them and the story arcs i gave them #though i have been a little tempted to change tsugumi but i think that urge comes from never getting to properly #flesh her out after i wrote her bio and whatnot #and i'll be really sad if i retire her and miyuna without ever properly writing them #they deserve that and the work i put into them deserves that #my gosh i hope i don't sound whiny rn i'm just tired and feeling bad about the muses who have been overshadowed by others ;;;; #get ready to ramble | ooc

[twcheaded-a]

@naturesviolence sent [ sleepy kiss ] while the receiver is sleeping (or pretending to be asleep), sender approaches them and places a soft kiss on their forehead // ouagh Gale and Marrakesh 🥺🥺🥺-- (prompts for nonverbal communication // always accepting !)

What didn't haunt Marrakesh in his waking hours haunted him when he laid down to rest. Everything seemed to lead to Moonrise Towers. If any of his old traveling companions were still alive, they should be there. Maybe they had dream visitors, guardians, like him and his companions now. The same thought had looped in his mind since he'd laid down in the camp by the river, laying there now in the rubble of the Rosymorn Monastery. Likely, many of them rested with Lathander. He'd shook his head before closing his eyes it took everything in him to push those thoughts aside in pursuit of something more restful. But what he didn't process in said idle time followed him to sleep.

Whether Gale had been late to bed because of watch duty or his own restless thoughts wasn't for Marrakesh to know -- fretful in his own time of rest. A separate world exists in his head, one of monastery courtyards, crushed grass, and white chrysanthemum. Everything reminds him of someone he thinks to be gone. The dream will only help to solidify that idea in his waking mind.

Marrakesh stirs as Gale smooths a thumb over his creased brow before pressing a tender kiss to his forehead. His eyes squint and flutter open, and a half smile creeps onto his face with the curl of his lips. His scent and the feeling of his lips on his skin. Marrakesh reaches up to run his fingers through Gale's hair in greeting. He smiles completely then, brushing a greying lock behind his ear. He's convinced, in this moment, he'd know Gale's presence anywhere. Meeting his eyes, a sorrowful longing reminds him of its presence, tugging at his heart. His eyes grow wearier, but though his smile falters at first, it returns, only sadder.

His hand comes to rest on the nape of his lover's neck, rubbing his jaw languidly with the pad of his thumb. "Pull up your bedroll beside mine," he speaks slightly above a whisper, his voice still low, and his eyes still halflidded. It is a suggestion at the end of the day, but one he hopes Gale will heed.

#Marrakesh is enamored with so much about him but especially the grey #i wrote more than i meant to. hi. I've just got so many feelings about them #no i did not get to the part where gale sounds deadset about blowing himself up. why are you asking? #also a little backstory on the boy while i work on his bio #marrakesh interactions. #gale dekarios. #naturesviolence. #asks. lights camera action #bg3 spoilers

[tartt9]

thinking about him again (roy kent)

#this is 10000% the jamie in my brain's fault #i just wanna Know About His Career #like. we know what happened irl happened in the show. #we know chelsea won the 2012 champions league #but did they win the fa cup that year too in the show #we know he was on the 2014 world cup squad #but we know LITTLE TO NOTHING ELSE #hOW LONG WAS HE ON CHELSEA #also doubling down on jewish roy supremacy and you can fight my jewish ass on it #look. look @ me. look. roy writers. if you write 100 page unhinged bios about roy. i will read it. #(i didn't write an 100 page unhinged bio about jamie what are you talking about) #honestly..... @ all my mutuals if you wrote an 100 page unhinged bio about any of your muses. i will read it. #i want everyone's 100 page unhinged bios

[edgarallanpoestan]

my mom wants so desperately for me to start getting paid for writing. girl i wrote fanfiction i have like 20 people who are user subbed to me on ao3. idk what kind of payment youre expecting to happen or whos gonna be paying me

#bee buzzes #shes been going on abt it for months #but esp since i got home #she keeps begging me to just become a writer #im a fucking bio major #like she wants me to give that up #i love bio sm #shes the opposite of the expectation but. just as bad. #i wanna work with biology why do you want me to stop that and become a full time writer #first of all. very little money could ever come from that unless smth i wrote REALLY popped off #so either way itd prob have to be a side hustle #second of all. holy shit let me live my fucking life #i write for fun i enjoy doing events like this bc of the prompts and the comments from my recipients #i dont get why EVETYTHING has to be abt money #also. i think its mostly bc i write a lot and dont do much relating to bio in my free time #even tho i was in science olympiad for 7 years and then wrote tests for it after i graduated #and other than that theres not much for me to fucking do in that realm #at least not to the degree that theres stuff i can do for writing

[deificdeceit-a2]

Hi. Sorry I was working on my new Carrd for the eventual move that'll occur on my week off when I'll have the time to do it without any issues.

#out of character // ooc // 000 #// i'll hopefully have wrote out muses bios too #// im gonna try and work on a couple this week #// as well as a few replies #// and starters #// so many things to do so little time :C #// i still gotta think of a new url

[tvrningout-archived]

CHAPTER SELECT             ➤ that summer, something shifts.       ➤ ???       ➤ ???

     the first time makiko sees volleyball in action, it doesn’t grab her. she helps with tryouts at the rec center for the junior team, coincidentally distracted by thoughts of what club she’ll join once school starts. she can’t do track or piano anymore -- that ship’s sailed, left the dock months ago. maybe she’ll go for something that isn’t competitive this time. maybe her parents won’t pressure her to be the best, then, and maybe she’ll end up finding a new passion, too. yearbook club sounds like it could be fun, getting to snap photos of school events and other clubs; even student council could be enjoyable, though maybe not because she doesn’t want to be class president, and makiko knows that would be her parents’ expectation. yuuta was class president, after all, and shouldn’t she follow in his footsteps, be like him?

     no thanks. she gets compared to her siblings enough without trying to be like them.

     the first time makiko sees volleyball in action, she doesn’t think much of it at all except, “ the kids look like they’re having fun. ” watching them get excited only makes her miss track. but the second time? oh, she’s hooked.

     the rec center, it turns out, also has a volleyball team for adults, and they’re amazing. makiko doesn’t have to know a single thing about the sport to realize these players are something else, to notice the confidence with which they play and the natural, almost reflexive way they react during their practice match. she finds herself getting lost in the game and completely forgetting her duties. makiko ends up staying late to make up for it, but not before asking one of the players as many questions as she dares, eyes bright and curious and eager.

     when the players launched themselves into the air, it felt like she was watching someone fly. when someone dove for the ball, her heart raced, hoping they reached it in time. makiko can’t remember the last time she felt that way; she can’t remember the last time she watched someone and thought to herself, “ i want to try that, too, ” because more than anything else, it simply looked like fun.

     that summer, something shifts. makiko researches as much as she can about volleyball, learning the ins and outs as well as she can without actually playing. then she discovers yuki’s old volleyball, forgotten and in need of a wash but still in good shape, and makiko can’t resist. she starts practicing on her own until, at the very least, she thinks she’s got receiving down ( she doesn’t, but she won’t find out until she builds up the courage to ask someone at the rec center to give her some pointers ). makiko starts spending more time at the rec center, becomes more hands-on with the junior volleyball team, and---

     and it feels good. she feels like she’s found something she lost, like a fire has been ignited within her chest again. it’s still too much pressure to join her school’s volleyball team as a player, but maybe she can be a manager. maybe that will be enough, for now. maybe... maybe she can work up the courage to grasp onto what she wants, and maybe this time she’ll be strong enough to never let go. 

     protecting this hope like a flickering flame, makiko steps into the school gymnasium.

#HEHE #I CANNOT EXPLAIN HOW GOOD IT FELT TO WRITE THIS Y'ALL!!!! #i wrote so much and there's no dialogue so sorry but dude i love this #OH should i maybe replace makiko's original bio with this?? maybe add a little so people realize she attends nekoma #but like this gives good enough insight to her character and explains where she's coming from SO MAYBE??? #her bio just kinda needs an update i feel but we'll see #headcanons | makiko #you know what you are? a queuetie!

[mars-ipan]

just sent my prof an email asking for an extension on a paper here's hoping i get it

#marzi speaks #if not it's fine. i can take a 10% off penalty #but he wrote in his canvas bio that he's a forgiving person so !!! here's hoping #please sir i was gonna write it this weekend but then my tummy hurt. and i am being SO brave about it #actually might take another dose of anti-nausea medication. feeling a little too aware of my internal organs rn