Hey anon, I’m like. SUPER fond of this crossover ok?? I actually drew it a little already! It’s actually BECAUSE of a Mob Psychonauts crossover that I discovered Psychonauts! If I never reblogged that art way back when, and if Xi didn’t explain it more to me, I would have probably never played this wonderful game! ;v;
That crossover was a “what if Psychonauts came to Mob’s world”, which I do love, but I wanted to try it in the opposite direction here :’D I tried real hard not to draw stuff for it coz HECK I HAVE ALOT OF AUS BUT here are some short dumb comics and my attempt at Black Velvetopia! Raz and Mob ;7;
Guys, pals, my dudes.
Do yourself a favor and watch 3% on Netflix. It’s up since 25th November so probably not much have heard about it.
But it’s so fucking good.
It’s Netflix first brazilian show and it’s great.
“The show is set in a future wherein people are given a chance to go to the "better side” of a world divided between progress and affluence in the Offshore, and devastation and poverty in the Inland, but only 3% of the candidates succeed.“
I want you guys to watch the crap out of it and show that shows not made in the UK or the US are fucking amazing too because this show clearly is!
To those of you out there creating transformative fan works for the sheer delight of it: You are rad. Never stop doing what you’re doing. It’s so easy to beat yourself up, so easy to feel like you’re not good enough, and so hard to be objective about your own work, i know, but we could all stand to be a bit kinder to ourselves.
Sometimes I’m writing and I’m like… is this good? I don’t know! But I sure am enjoying getting these words out of my brain! And it can be so easy to forget that feeling once you share the thing you have created with the world. I’m still trying to learn how to not compare myself to other writers and then immediately drag myself for not being as good as them. I still fight against the urge to delete everything I’ve ever created at least once a week…
So, whatever you’re creating, whatever you’re daring to breathe into existence and share with the rest of the world, I think that you are amazing and hella rad and I hope you keep on doing the thing that you love for a long, long time. <3
they’ve got him in the interrogation room every officer seems to have
the same question; was it worth it? With all that happened, with how
it turned out, the years of drunken revelry, the constant media
attention, the heists, the hubris, the way it ended in a bloodbath
the likes of which Los Santos has never seen. This is your legacy
Ramsey, was it worth it?
ask like his answer means anything, ask like they even care what he
thinks, ask like they don’t think he feels anything at all. They ask
like it wasn’t his plans that brought him here. Like it wasn’t his
plans the led to six body bags and a single pair of handcuffs, a room
full of tactless officers and a kingpin with no one left to call
crew. They ask like can’t help themselves from asking.
it worth it?
never a serious discussion, no big heart to heart, but there’s no
escaping the fact that the Fake’s all know they are dying in slow
motion. More or less signed their own death certificate’s years ago,
living on stolen time, and sooner or later they’ll find themselves in
took Los Santos by storm and defended it with their lives. With each
others lives. Have sacrificed themselves and the ones they love to a
city that takes no prisoners. They fought hard for their crown, and
kept on fighting every single day to succeed, to profit, to reaffirm
themselves as the city’s biggest bads. They knew that they would only be unstoppable until they aren’t. Until the day they fall, and
eventually they must fall.
after all the years of action, all the blood, sweat and tears they’ve
poured into this empire, everyone knows there is no such thing as
retirement for the Fake AH Crew; for all they’ve already trained
their own successors the frontrunners of the reigning crew in Los
Santos will never be allowed to simply step down and move aside when
their time is over. Between old enemies and constant rivals, members
of law enforcement and anyone simply looking to boost their own
reputation, there are countless numbers who would hunt them to the
ends of the earth. Everyone knows, one way or another, the FAHC is
going out bloody.
by god, did they go out bloody.
Fake’s die halfway through the afternoon on a Tuesday. What a fucking
inconsequential day right? They were owed a Friday at the very least,
were meant to go out past midnight, meant to go out in a blaze of
glory. They were meant to go out all together. They weren’t meant to
go out at all.
wheels fell off weeks before, a series of questionable jobs and
public fights, a level of disorder totally out of line with the
crew’s trademark cohesion. Rumour has it they were rife with
in-fighting. Rumour has it after all this time the cracks were
finally showing. Its easy, afterwards, to read into the events that
came before, to manufacture clues, to swear the writing was on the
wall for anyone to see. In reality no one saw it coming. In reality
the whole damn city was taken by surprise.
they bit off more than they could chew, maybe they were distracted,
out of sync, or maybe it was just the inevitable finally catching up
with them but in the end the Fake’s wind up in a firefight they
aren’t winning. After endless years of near misses and close calls,
of lucky runs and brilliant timing, after thousands of impossible
victories, the FAHC finally lost.
lose like this, picked off one by one, powerless to save themselves,
to save each other, must have been their worst nightmare. With every
body on the ground those left only grew more furious, more reckless,
lose whatever feeble grasp on self-preservation they ever had,
throwing away any possibility of retreat in favour of retribution. It
the end the only one left breathing on either side is Ramsey. The
scene finally gone still, silent, the echoes of screams and gunfire
fading away into a shivery stunned kind of shock. They say Ramsey’d
fallen to his knees amongst the grime, iconic suit near
indistinguishable under all the dirt and ash, the blood of men and
women who thought they’d live forever. He kneels there in silence
while sirens grow ever louder, makes no move to flee, doesn’t even
look up from bodies as cars scream to a stop around him.
messed up thing, the really fucked up part? They say Ramsey was
laughing by the time the police got there. Say he stood and brushed
himself off, surrounded by the bodies of those he claimed family,
drenched sickly red while his empire lay in ruins, and laughed. And
god doesn’t that confirm what everyone’s always thought, doesn’t that
just prove he always was a monster. Never cared for anyone, for
anything, not really. People used to say the one thing Geoff loved
was his crew but it seems Ramsey’s cold-blooded ruthlessness won out
in the end.
the fallout of a travesty, of a victory, of an unexpected bloodbath,
in a stark grey room faced with a distressingly apathetic villain, in
circumstances none could have predicted, all the detectives seem
capable of asking is if it was worth it in the end. They ask and ask
and Ramsey’s answer never changes, his cold smirk never fades, so
calm and unconcerned they catch him glancing at the clock, as though
he’s bored. As though even now he’s got somewhere better to be. And
still, full of horrified disbelief, they have to ask.
it worth it? Yes. Was it worth it? Always. Knowing what you know now, knowing how it ends, how they all go down
for you, would you do it all again? Every
damn time. Surely you have regrets, you had to know one day it would end like
baby, who says it’s over?
comes together as a joke more than anything, the cumulation of too
many late nights followed by too many bad movies. Their last job was
tense, a heist with months of preparations and so much on the line,
and while they’ve certainly celebrated their victory like royalty
they didn’t come away unscathed. The injuries, numerous though mostly
minor, serve to once again remind them all how lucky they’ve been so
far. How most don’t make it nearly this many years without tragedy,
couldn’t be in the game this long, let alone running the game
this long without signing up for devastation.
How losing a member, to outright death or crippling injury, is
without a doubt only a matter of time at this point. How such a loss
will be so much worse in this ridiculously close-knit crew than any
they’d experienced before.
thoughts, combined with the difficulties of winding down after
endless weeks of stress eventually leads to the discussion they
never have, the question of what else they could be doing with their
lives, what choices brought them here, what they would do if they
could just step out, sign off, retire. It’s not that they’re bored of
this life they’ve built – how could they be when the world is their
oyster – but there’s no denying the fact that after all this time
terrorising Los Santos doesn’t quite thrill them like it used to.
you’d asked any of them ten, five, hell even two years ago they’d
have scoffed at the idea of ever retiring, would have sworn up and
down that they wanted to go down in flames, to end with a
bang, and at the time they meant it. At the time it was true. It
still is, in a way, they’ll probably always see something dreadfully
appealing in going out on top, but with every passing year it’s
harder and harder to look at a room full of people they love and
consider playing a role in their deaths. Every time they get hurt it
takes a little longer to heal, the old aches and pains are becoming
more prominent, and their ever growing patchwork of scars have
started looking less badge of honour than they do morbid countdown.
Obviously they’ve still got it, still in their prime enough to keep
their crown, but between age and gratuitous injury, time is creeping
up on them all.
Fake’s used to joke about the end, said whoever lasted longest won,
got to make off with the fortunes, live like a king, but that reality
isn’t quite so funny anymore. The idea of surviving, of being left
behind with nothing but cold hard cash and heyday memories is enough
to make them physically ill. So maybe retiring doesn’t seem quite so
a passing comment way too late at night, after far too much mixing of
alcohol and pain meds, in the spirit of some dumb con movie they’d
all been heckling, was enough to plant an idea. A ridiculous,
unrealistic, completely unattainable idea, but still an idea
nonetheless. They’re all a bit hung up on it, still joking, still
assuring one another that they aren’t serious, but still bringing it
up all the same, running through all the possibilities.
would take far more than simply disappearing; they have too much
wealth and notoriety, have far too many enemies, the world is simply
too easy a place to comb through these days. People, at least the
vast majority of people, would have to be convinced not to come
looking. Convinced there was nothing to look for, nothing to track,
would have to think the absent members of the Fake AH Crew were in
the one place no one could ever reach them.
are ways, of course, to feign death. For those with the right
contacts, with endless money and enough resources, there are ways to
trick the body into something close enough to pass, at least for a
time. But even then it’s not so simple; there must be witnesses,
there must be evidence, crook and cop alike must be sure. Of course
with a public death comes increased risk- it wouldn’t do to go so far
in their act that appearances became reality, to go to such lengths
to imitate death only to wind up that way regardless. Somehow,
someone’s going to have to play guardian, prevent anyone’s corpse
from catching a stray bullet to the brain, or jerking back to life
too late with guts already laid out on an autopsy table. Someone has
to be ready to whisk them all away, and who do any of them trust more
than the man they’ve been following all these years. The boss they’d
die for. The boss they will die for.
don’t talk about it, because no one wants to admit it might be
happening, no one wants to burst the bubble, to invite reality to
rush in and crush the unbelievable thought that the Fake’s might get
a happy ending, but at some point they stop laughing. At some point
they each quietly start getting all their ducks in a row, using their
free time to organise their affairs.
one questions the way Geoff and Jack have started having day-long
meetings with the support crew in-between jobs, the way Lindsay’s
spending far more of her time recruiting than ever before, the way
Gavin’s taking calls at all hours of the day, rarely in english,
clearly haggling over something. They don’t wonder why all their
money is getting moved around, why Ryan and Michael are busy
collecting all outstanding debts while Jeremy and Ray are plotting
the layout of the police station, the morgue.
all happening on the down low, all behind business as usual, but
eventually, after nearly a year of quiet organisation, they are just
about ready to disappear. All that’s left is the bang, the flashy
smoke and mirrors, the hook to stop anyone coming after them, anyone
even thinking to track them down. One final step, one last decision
to make, a choice they must commit to as one or not at all. All
they’ve got left to do is die.
the years the Fake AH Crew has grown exponentially but the original
elements have never drifted apart, never gone looking for something
else or turned on one another. The crew has flourished, become a full
blown empire, but nothing can touch the unity of the innermost
members, as strong now as it have ever been. For all their loyal
familiarity was mocked back in the day, for all their closeness was
seen as a weakness, after all these years it seems only death itself
will seperate them now. If they had the chance to evade their own
mortality one last time, to get out, to be free, would they make the
Fake’s die halfway through the afternoon on a Tuesday. Pattillo, the
Vagabond, Mogar and the Golden Boy, Little J and Brownman, but not
the boss. Well not on paper anyway – any who knew them must know
Ramsey’d never recover from the loss. Any who didn’t just know the
LSPD took seven bodies away that day and none of them ever came back.
It’s not a stretch to assume Ramsey’s survival was a rumour. To
believe it wishful thinking, to say he died at the scene or died at
the station, delayed injury or the cops cleaning up the last loose
thread of the group who’d made their lives living hell for years.
paperwork out there, somewhere, claiming a different story. A report
that barely makes a lick of sense, the sworn record that a kingpin
arrived in chains and left with corpses, slipped out of his cell like
he was never there, without a hint as to how he got free. He
disappeared like smoke, not a trace left behind, and none of the
seven alive or dead ever resurfaced. The story is embarrassing,
inexplicable, and it reflects badly enough on the LSPD that it is
if it hadn’t been there are few who would believe it. Few who could
believe for even a moment that Ramsey could walk free and not be with
the last of his crew, that he would let another run his empire, run
his city, if he was in any way capable of preventing it. No, however
it went down Ramsey did not survive. It’s fitting, really. No one can
live forever and the OG Fake’s were certainty pushing their luck, had
been pushing it for years; a crew that close should go out together.
Fall of the Fake AH Crew isn’t much of a fall, in the end. The
seemingly inevitable power vacuum one would expect following the
death of the group who’d been running the city for endless years
never comes. It shouldn’t be possible but even after the most
devastating loss imaginable the the FAHC isn’t toppled from their
throne. They restructure almost overnight; many of the oldest,
original members of the support crew bow out, disappear on the wind
without a trace, but there are more than enough left behind to fill
their shoes. It’s almost perfect, almost unbelievable, some of
support shuffling into the spotlight while still more unknown faces
are revealed to boost their ranks. Their ability to keep their
enemies at bay during the turmoil is impressive enough, but it’s the
absence of internal conflicts that is truely boggling; there are no
betrayals or executions, no public power plays or jealous feuds,
somehow the city’s most scrutinised gang managed to completely
restructure after the loss of not just their leader but all their key
members without a single hitch. Almost like they were ready, like it
the Fake’s had the chance to stay together, to start over somewhere
else, stop waiting for the day one of them inevitably doesn’t make it
home, but in return they had to step away from the action, give up
everything they’d built, hand if off to legacy and fade out into
legend, would it be worth it?
yes. For all of them, from the moment the possibility arises,
throughout every conversation, every debate and consideration, with
everything they will lose, with everything they stand to gain, every
goddamn time without fail, yes.
out there, worlds away from Los Santos, a man sits on a private
beach. He isn’t armed with anything more than a beer, there are no
weapons, he simply sits upon the sand enjoying the breeze. There’s a
woman to his right, sunbathing, a man to his left doing the same;
golden tans make their startling number of scars stand out in stark
relief but the heat of the sun does wonders for stubborn pains. At
the shoreline old friends are knocking shoulders, bumping each other
nearer and nearer to the water, not quite rough-housing like little
boys but they’re getting close, voices rising on the wind.
single house behind them is huge and noisy, full of music and
chatter, full of monsters and overgrown children, the most loyal
humans the man has ever had the honour of knowing. In a brief moment
of silence sound from the television drifts down to the beach, an
American news anchor reporting the latest infraction of some criminal
organisation in a far away city; the house cheers and kicks back into
a merry roar. Down by the water there is a betrayal, a splash and
screeching protest as one winds up in the waves against his will. Safe on the sand, without a trouble in the world, the
Alright, I gotta ask, what are your age (human years) and height headcanons for the UT/US/UF/SF skellies?
I HC that the time of birth doesn’t change between the AU’s. The circumstances remain, it is merely the environments and characters that are different. This is why Blue and Black are still the elder brothers.
Papyri: October 20, 1995
Sanses: November 11, 1982
Sans: 5 foot nothing, or 152 cm
Papyrus: 6 foot seven inches, or 200 cm
Red: 5 foot four inches, or 162 cm
Edge: 6 foot nine inches, or 205 cm
Blue: 4 foot eleven inches, or 149 cm
Honey: 6 foot six inches, or 198 cm (but he slouches)
Black: 5 feet six inches, or 167 cm
Puppy: 6 foot 11 inches, or 210 cm (also slouches)
And, interesting fact? And by interesting I mean heartbreaking. Life spans vary wildly between monsters. A turtle like Gerson can live a lot longer than, say, a Whimsum or Froggit. And skeletons? Live about 1,000 years.
Except Sanses were overall born weaker. Small, low HP, frailer bodies. They are sort of.. a prototype. And their life expectancy is about that of the average human, with Red and Black living just a bit longer.
Think about the aaaall of the ramifications of that for a second. The Papyri don’t know. Don’t tell them.
minor: kinesiology (learning about anatomy and how to be healthy, etc.)
clubs / sports: vice captain of the volleyball team
he would take in another club but he has already has to juggle kinesiology, biochemistry, and volleyball.
speaking of kinesiology, he would much rather take that as major than biochemistry, but he has to because he can’t really afford to switch just yet.
he can barely get himself a full meal every single day, so yeah he can’t really afford it right now
he has a part-time job at a gym though that helps him gain money to eat.
however, he is very good at biochemistry. his professors compliment him because he sets quite the example despite his looks (he comes into his morning classes with the peak of his bedhead, and a straw in a pot of coffee).
as for kinesiology, he excels at it. those professors love how attentive he is during class and his papers are very detailed. what they don’t know is that he likes to study ahead of the class and decides that if what they’re learning is something he already knows, he naps in class.
since he’s got the smarts in kinesiology, he applies it to volleyball practices. it’s what makes him vice-captain.
the team loves him so much because he’s always so helpful especially when they need to plan what kind of workouts to train with.
mr. ushijima (as kuroo calls him) praises him for being so helpful as well. kuroo loves the small moments when he’s complimented by him.
but anyway, back to the kinesiology/biochem ace, one day he sleeps throughout the whole analytical chemistry class because of some late training the previous night. the professor doesn’t seem to notice, but you, the person sitting next to him, do.
you knew him, his face at least. the professors smile at him all the time when he walks in. however, you don’t think the professor will be smiling when he finds out he’s sleeping in class especially in one you’ve seen him somewhat struggle in.
you decide to do him a favor because 1.) you don’t want to see this specific professor yell at him 2.) he probably needs the help. also his cute sleeping face was kinda distracting you, but thA t’ S not importan T right now.
so you see that he has post-it notes next to his notebook, so you slide over and start writing.
skip forward 15 minutes, kuroo wakes up just as class ends and everyone’s packing up. it was then he realizes he missed a lot of info on chromatography and he’s flipping out. just before the light leaves his eyes, he spots a notebook with a post-it on it saying ‘saw you sleeping in class, thought these notes would help! it starts pg. 72. just return the notebook tomorrow on the back desk closest to the door. from a helpful person’
so he leaves the room, stranger’s notebook in hand, reading away. in his head, he’s just thinking ‘this person’s handwriting is really neat! better than mine..’
once he’s done with all his classes, he heads back to his dorm, copying the notes into his own thinking. he hears bokuto slam the door and stomps behind kuroo, obviously looking over his shoulder. bokuto’s all like ‘dude, who’s notebook is that? it certainly isn’t yours because your handwriting’s like chicken scratch.’ cue kuroo elbowing him “lightly" in the gut.
next day, he heads to ana-chem again and places the foreign notebook on the back desk closest to the door as instructed. he sits down at his normal seat, which thankfully wasn’t too far from the door because he wanted to see who this ‘helpful person’ was.
he waits and waits and waits, until the professor finally walks in through the doors near the front of the class. the helpful person finally walks in. he stares up until the professor starts the lecture. kuroo could barely face forward, but sadly,,, he needs the notes,,
class finally ends and kuroo’s walking towards you and in his head, he’s like ‘how the fuck do i thank them,, what approach should i go for?? polite and subtle, or should i thank them quickly?? well they’re right there so here goes buddy’
you close your notebook that was returned to you and as you stand up, you see sleepy head right there in front of you. he’s so fucking awkward because he doesn’t know what to say without sounding like an ass, so he just stands there staring at you for what seems to be a century. and you’re there like ‘o h GO D he’s so much cuter when he’s awakE oh fucking hell i need to stop’ in your head.
you finally start by saying ‘so.. were the notes helpful?’ and, he’s so flustered because he was supposed to be the one starting and was in the middle of planning out the entire conversation and in his head, he’s like ‘fucK MAYDAY MAYDAY THIS IS NOT HOW IT WAS SUPPOSED TO GO’, but outwardly, he’s like ‘oh yeah, very helpful. you saved my butt there yesterday with the chromatography notes. thank you.’
you nearly chuckle at how awkward he actually was. an awkward cutie. uHG FUCK STOP THAT.
‘oh yeah, no problem, no big deal.’ you smile at him and he feels his heart skipped a beat, but in his mind he’s like ‘fuck fuck fucking calm down, they’re just being nice stop’. while he’s having this small inner conflict, he ends up staring at you.
so then mid-stare, you realize that you’re the only two in the classroom since it is technically lunch right now, so then you’re like ‘uh, it was nice talking to you’ and head out of the classroom, but rather than leaving too, he just goes off to follow you because he still doesn’t know your name??
you’re confused for a couple seconds and are like ‘you didn’t look in the notebook for my name?’. for a couple seconds again, you manage to leave him blank, as in ‘oh’ blank. then suddenly he snaps back into reality like ‘i’m kuroo tetsurou’. you nod with another bright smile and leave, saying ‘nice to meet you kuroo’
this time he doesn’t go after you
but by the time night falls, by god, he wished he did. bokuto too because he can’t handle kuroo just sweetly smiling at his notebook anymore.
so then a couple days (and hours of kuroo thinking about you) later, when bokuto is finally free from studying, he secretly follows kuroo into the lecture hall to finally end is his odd daydreaming about his notebook. (and by secretly, i mean he rolls around in the school lawn while hiding behind bushes and attracting so much attention)
‘bokuto, what are you doing?’ ‘ssssHSHHH AKAASHi, I’m following kuroo’ ‘Okay, I’ll be on my way to my class then’
kuroo enters and sits down in the second row from the back, and bokuto army crawls in, hoodie on his head, face mask on, sunglasses on and sits in the seat behind kuroo.
Moments later, enter you. kuroo waves. bokuto finds his target.
In a flash, bokuto has unsheathed from under his disguise and is bombarding you with questions.
‘Hi!!!’ 'uh,,, hi?’ 'did you lend a notebook to my BEST friend over there by any chance’ he says as points to kuroo.
Who, by the way, still hasn’t processed the entire situation yet.
‘kuroo? yeah i di-‘ ‘great! will you go on a date with him?’
kuroo’s like !!! ! ! ! ! ! BOKU TO WH AT AR E YO U DOING???? !!! and he’s basically climbing over desks to get to you two, with his face so red, and you’re like what. wHAT. WHAT ARE YOU SERIOUS. bo’s just staring at you with pleading eyes like holy shit, you can feel that he really means well with this, so then by the time kuroo’s trying to hold bokuto back, you’re just like ‘yes. i mean, yeah sure. i wouldn’t mind a date.’ but inside you’re exploding like yeS THE SLEEPY CUTE BOY WANTS TO GO ON A DATE, and then you realize that you’re not even sure if he’s okay with it,
but judging the dorky smile on his face, it’s probably an okay
so then a couple days later, you both go on a date at the movie theater. you both bicker for a little bit about what movie to watch, but then you come to a consensus with Finding Dory, who wouldn’t? you’re all laughing at the movie and you are very much focused on the movie. kuroo on the other hand, he wants to make a move? like he’s fucking sweating out on what he should do
should i hold their hand? should i just barely brush our shoulders together? shouLD I LEAN IN A LITTLE?
all the while he’s shitting his pants over what he should do, you notice his staring because yes, he was staring. once again, super you has to come to the rescue to save the distressed kuroo. very casually, you slide your hand into his.
kuroo has little meltdown because omG WHAT HAPPENED I WASn’T EVEN payiNG ATTENTION?? so then, he’s trying to focus on the movie this time but youR HAND WAS LITERALLY IN HIS????? again, you sense this and give his hand a little squeeze. he relaxes and the rest of the movie goes without a hitch.
after the movie’s after and he’s driving you home, he’s got his cat-like smirk on his face and you have this weird feeling because you’re used to seeing a dorky boy, not some hoT GUY like fuck when did he have muscles??? so then, he sneaks a look at you a couple times.
okay, more than a couple times and you’re just ‘what? what is it? do i have a popcorn kernel stuck in my teeth?’ and he’s shaking his head, ‘nothing, nothing. it’s just that you started holding my hand in the middle of the movie. a little forward, wasn’t it?’. he was full on cheshire cat grinning at you, so then you were like ‘kU ROO TETSUROU, SHUT UP OKAY AND FOCUS ON ThE ROAD’
this ensues a little chuckle from him (not the full on laugh because that sounds like cats scratching a black board), but holy shit,,, it was like hearing angels sing,,,,,,
and you’re just looking at him like, that’s so fucking ethereal,,, and he catches it, causing ‘what? are you falling hard for me? hm? hmmm? hmmmmmmmmm???’ ‘SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP’
so you both go on roughly 2 or 3 dates after this one, because you loved his presence. he made you feel relaxed.
one day, you’re both walking around the campus a few hours before the sun sets. it wasn’t an official date. he just happened to see walking back to your dorm and just wanted to walk around with you. but anyway, the whole time, neither of you don’t talk. you’re both just walking around, enjoying each’s company, holding hands.
until at some point, kuroo’s like ‘oh right, i have a game tomorrow.’ and you’re like ‘game????’. he’s like oh yeah,,, forgot to mention, i’m the vice-captain of the volleyball team.
you just stop walking. and he’s like i’m sorry i didn’t tell you sooner… but your eyes are practically glowing as you step up to him. as in there’s only a 3 inch space between your faces, and you’re like ‘can i go to one of your games??’.
he doesn’t realize but his heart is beating out of his chest because out of all the previous people he has dated, you’re probably the only one who was very enthusiastic about volleyball. yes, of course, most of them were supportive, but none of them were truly intrigued by the game. so then his only response is ‘yeah, sure. i wouldn’t mind having you cheer me on.’
and then when you smile, he feels his heart skip a beat because omg,, that smile can kill. but of course, he needs calm himself down, so he says ‘did anyone ever tell you that you have stars in your eyes?’ ‘sappy,,,’ ‘HEy!’
so fast forward to the next day, you arrive there for their warm ups. you walk up to the railing of the bleachers and start waving at kuroo, and he looks up at you with a smirk and a nod. at thiS POINT YOU’RE TELLING YOUR HEART TO CALM DOWN BECAUSE JFC.
and bokuto sees you in the stands and he’s just like “AKKASAHI KAKASAShI !!!! THAT’S THE PERSON I WAS TELLING YOU ABOUT !!! THE PERSON I HOOKED KUROO WITH!!!!” and then kuroo’s embarrassed like bRO WAHT THE F UC J ARE YOU DoING
and you’re there slowly going down in your seat and even though you don’t know this Akaashi person that well, other than Kuroo mentioning him a few time, you could tell it was the person bowing toward you and telling Bokuto to be quiet.
then after warm ups, they start the game. they’re apparently going against this college in miyagi?? but anyway, your college’s team is in the lead by 2 points and it’s the second set with the score being 1-0 so far.
and you’re sitting there with so much interest and happiness, but also at the same time, you’re sweating out of your shoes??? because the look in kuroo’s eyes is so alluring??? anD HIS MUSCLES?? AND LIKE SWEAT?? ON HIS MUSCLES?? WHAT THE FCUKC?????
AND LIKE, EVERY ONCE AND A WHILE, BETWEEN SERVES, HE STARES AT YOU WITH THIS FIERCE LOOK IN HIS EYES AND YOU’RE JUST LIKE,,,, MO R E S W EA TI N G HHA A HA
he looks so happy and you feel so blessed?? like yes he’s happy on dates with you, but you still treasure all his genuine smiles and what the fuck is he doing to you???
before you know it, your team wins????? liKE HOLY SHIT THAT WAS AMAZING??? kuROO’S ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC HOLY SHIT?????? AND YOU’RE JUST CLAPPING AND CHEERING
AND THEN WHILE YOU’RE CHEERING, KUROO LOOKS UP AT YOU FOR 13896237TH TIME AND AFTER HE’S FACING TOwARDS THE CROWD TO GO THANK THEM FOR BEING THERE TO WATCH THE GAME, HE WALKS UP TO THE STANDS (which aren’t like the stands in the series okay? imagine lower ones, metal ones, school ones.)
so he climbs up slightly so his face is a little over the railing and you stand up and he’s telling you to lean in so then he can tell you something. so then you bend over a little more, theN HE LEANS UP??
LIKE HOLY FUCK MOM
YOUR FIRST KISS WITH KUROO TETSUROU WAS IS CUTE JUST IMAGINE IT THOUGH AAAA
his lips are so soft?? and even though you wanted the kiss to last longer, kuroo had to pull away to go change from being sweaty. and like, you’re standing there stunned.
btw, bokuto’s hollering, akaashi’s smiling but also trying to keep bo quiet, and one of the other members, daishou is scowling?? like the fuck is his problem? whatever though, it ain’t yours so it doesn’t matter.
after he’s changed, you wait for him out in the main entrance and you see your team’s jerseys and your eyes are just searching for kuroo, but ofc you easily recognize him because of the messy hair. it’s not that hard to miss.
so then, there you are. in front of like at average 180cm+ people that you have never met. so then kuroo realizes this, so he’s like ‘oh um, this right here is ushijima wakatoshi. you’ve met bo. this is akaashi.’ and he goes on but like skips one member for the very end.
he gestures to daishou, ‘and this is jackass’
BUT ANYWAY, you meet the team and oh gosh your face is still pretty much flushed from the kiss and only does it hit you that everYONE WHO ATTENDED MOST LIKELY SAW THAT??
so while walking out and going to dinner with the team, kuroo looks at you with that playful smirk and arm around your shoulders
‘red looks great on you’ ‘shUT UP OR ELSE I’LL PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE SO YOU’LL SEE RED’
okay enough about you both being cute in public, now for you both being cute in private.
movie nights every single saturday.
actually when kuroo first purposed this, he was like ‘wanna watch a shitty movie with me later?’ ‘sure’
now it’s a tradition.
there’s also a lot of popcorn throwing, scary movie or not.
and some saturdays you’re too lazy to move so then you sleep over at kuroo’s and bo’s. bo doesn’t mind, btw. he’s very chill about you (meaning he’s excited over you). he did bring you two together.
bo loves you, almost like a sister, but he will draw on both of your faces. which then ensues you and kuroo just chasing bo around the dorm with markers.
there will be a lot of third-wheeling with bo and you want to spend time with kuroo but you don’t want to hurt bo’s feelings.
‘i don’t know if this is going to work’ ‘what do you mean’ ‘i can’t snuggle with kuroo if you’re gonna lay on top of us’ ‘*sniffle* okay okAY finE, I GET WHERE THIS IS GOING’ ‘bo wait don’t go into the corner’
there’s a lot of dorm adventures as well.
and oh god, other times when you’re at his dorm, he’s like ‘can you go get the bag of chips in kitchen cabinet?’ and you’re there like ???? wow, such athlete, much healthy. but he then suggests after you both finish the bag to go for a run.
and honestly, even though you’re supportive of his “healthy” lifestyle, he has to drag you out the door. but you end up running anyway because guess who drops you halfway out the door, so you run after his dead ass.
you end up running through the entire campus and college town until at some point you both coincidentally find yourselves in front of the building you both first met in. by that i mean, you stepped on the back of kuroo’s shoe it came off.
as you stare it the building, kuroo’s staring at you with his shoe in his hand. of course, you notice it because you feel it?? you know what i mean?? you can feel when someone’s staring at you.
so you look at him in the eyes and he gives you the most sincere and genuine smile?? it’s so touching to see and it’s not often that people see this side to him. they always see the provocative and dorky kuroo.
so you break the silence, “what?”
he points to the inside of his shoe, “you’re my SOLE mate” and he starts running again (but with one shoe) and then you finally understand, “THAT’S IT, I’M PUTTING MY FOOT DOWN”
which leads me to telling you both tell puns. you’re pun masters.
like ever since that match kissing dealio that went down many weeks ago, the entire college views you as the cute volleyball couple that “”””jog”””” around campus, but like the team and friends know you’re both huge dorks who just tell way too many puns with each other.
you’re both on a coffee date at this cute little cafe kuroo’s really close friend, kenma, works at, so kuroo starts ordering first like,, hmm,,, and takes so much time before he actually chooses something and you’re there like ‘better latte than never’ ‘wow,, you’re really the one for me. where have you bean all my life?’ and that starts a constant back and forth.
and kenma’s there like,,, god fucking dammit, there’s two of them now. and he just wants to walk away but he knows that he won’t hear the end of it from his boss if he leaves a table without an order so he has to endure it until you order.
you also write him little motivational puns on post-it notes that you stick in his notebook, like you draw an postage stamp and envelope saying ‘i’ll always stick with you’
he keeps all the post it notes. all of them.
kuroo seriously loves you so much and you make any biochem class really fun as much as he hates the classes. he wouldn’t say this because it’s too sappy, even for him, but in his mind he calls you the light of his life.
but to sum up, you and kuroo are the “”healthy”” college couple that make too puns for anyone to handle other than yourselves.
A Moana au that I couldn’t get out of my head for Malec. Thought it would be nice to share. Moana is Isabelle. Maui is Magnus. Te Fiti is Alec.
There once was a god who saved a mortal. That mortal was cast away by his mother when his eyes glowed gold and sparks appeared at the wave of his hands. She threw him into the ocean but the god saved him and taught him how to use his powers. The mortal was bestowed with immortality and became the world’s heroic demigod. With both beings immortal, it gave them limitless time so with the power of the god and the powers of the demigod, they created the world that before was only sea and one small island. The two made more islands, seasons, and food. The demigod battled the evil beings, protecting and providing for humans while the god remained on it’s land always there waiting for the demigods return as they gave life to the world.
With time and care the two fell in love. It was said that their first kiss caused an explosion of stars as the world glowed with their love. For a millennia they loved and cared for humans but the more they helped the more humans started to request. Now the humans believed that the love of the two could create anything imagined and those with hearts of black sought to take it for themselves.
One human, the evilest of them all, created a spell that made her able to control the demigod and made him steal the heart of the god. With the god’s heart stolen a great lava demon was created and now guards his god’s resting place as the world started to decay. The great demigod was free’d from the evil humans spell when he felt his lover’s heart break, now heartbroken and devastated by what he’d done.
He exiled himself and cast his lover’s heart away, now lost and broken with the love of his life gone. More monsters and terrifying creatures were left to swim free and far, the demigod no longer there to protect humans. For centuries the heart was lost, being carried and protected by the ocean who waits to find the one who can return the heart; the one who can help start to heal the broken world.
The ocean has always called her, sang to her, whispered for her to come. Finally she answered.
Isabelle knew what to do, what needs to be done. “Let them come to me please.” The ocean parts and then the lava demon is crawling to her, digging and scrambling. “I know who you are.” The words are whispered through the air. She begins to walk to them and the ocean lifts her up onto a high rock. The lava demon is a mere foot away from her when they start to slow, stopping before her as the two stare. Isabelle smiles and closes her eyes as she leans her forehead to theirs. “I know who you are.” The creature’s molten hot skin cools and blackens as their foreheads touch and then Isabelle lifts the glowing red stone to fit perfectly into it’s chest.
Magnus gasps far behind them from the rock he collapsed on as he watches the menacing being begin to blossom and change. What was once an immense being of lava and anger was now a smaller but tall man finally whole in a Sarong that bloomed with life who kneeled before Isabelle on the rock they stand on. The man pulls back and stands causing Magnus to let out a sob. “Alexander.”
“Magnus.” The god smiles, a small sad smile as he turns to see his love. The ocean gently rises around Isabelle and the god to carry them to Magnus. The god slowly walks the short distance on the large rock to the man he loves, Isabelle remaining where she was put down to give the two some semblance of privacy. The demigod has his eyes squeezed shut with tears freely falling as he lays on his back shaking with silent fear. He doesn’t want to face the love of his life who he hurt, who he betrayed. He doesn’t think he would survive.
The god sighed fondly but still sad knowing the harmful thoughts his love has running around his head. “Magnus it-” Magnus shakes his head violently. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry! If I could rewind time and end that evil woman’s life I would, I would do anything to never have done that horrendous and unspeakable thing! I could never ask for forgiveness my lo-” he chokes on the unfinished word and his arm is thrown over his face for some form of cover.
Magnus can feel his love near him, his gaze almost a physical presence on him. It makes his throat tighten as if he’s being strangled, his heart in agony that’s still broken but hopeful. He deserves this. “Just say the word and i’ll leave you in peace. I’ll stay as far away as possible to keep you from any further harm I could cause you.”
The god sits with his legs crossed near Magnus’ head, the action causing Magnus to flinch away but his head still twitches trying to turn and get closer to the familiar warmth that he thought was lost to him forever. “Well that would be counter productive my soul. Leaving would be the most harmful thing you could do. Dramatic as always.” Magnus shakes his head again in refusal. It can’t be this easy, so quick to be forgiven. “Why do you deny this? You knew I always ached for you when you were not by my side. I missed you, have still missed you even now just as I still love you.” The god lets a hand gently brush away some of Magnus’ tears away then moves to stroke his cheek. Magnus has always been weak to his touch and presses further into the gods palm.
“Now please let me see those lovely eyes I missed and let go of the past we cannot change.” The god curls forward to rest their foreheads together. “There is no need to ask forgiveness when there is nothing to forgive because this was not your fault. This I will remind you until the universe ends if I must.”
When Magnus finally gains enough courage to open his eyes as he latches on to Alec’s hand; his Alexander, his love, his soul, his heart. Magnus lifts himself up to cry into Alexander’s neck as apologies, I love you’s, and I missed you’s spill from his lips.
The two remain close together finally reunited after so long apart; their broken hearts slowly healing as their love grows and strengthens. Isabelle watches in awe as the desolate place the god Alexander used to rest is restored by green lush plants that sprout like a wave washing over it. The dark feeling of decay is replaced by warm life; the world is at peace again.
my biggest pet peeve ever is when you express a casual disliking towards something benign like a band, celebrity, or TV show, and a bunch of people hop in and hound on you as if you’ve besmirched the name of god himself