“Isn’t that what he just did?” Midorima snickered, unwinding the tape from his fingers to discard.
Aomine’s scowl melted away to an enthusiastic smile, hands gripping Akashi’s shoulders and shaking him slightly in his excitement. “Wow, Seijuro! That was awesome! For a second there, it looked like you really stabbed him!”
Akashi smiled, but before he could reply Kagami was bellowing, “What do you mean looked like?! He did!”
“Calm down baka!” Kuroko said firmly, smacking him on the back of the head. “It’s barely a scratch!”
“Barely a scratch! This idiot drew blood!” Teeth clenched and fists ready to fly, Kagami turned his attention to the other redhead. “You need to know where your mark is! It was perfectly placed to get within a centimeter of my face, not actually cut me! To top it all off, I have a meet and greet,” he looked at his watch, “in thirty minutes and now I have this to deal with!”
Akashi eye’s widened. Taking a step forward, hand outstretched he said quietly, “I…I’m sorry Taiga, I didn’t realize I was that close.”
“A likely story, you’re just lucky I was able to stay in character long enough to complete the scene!”
“Taiga, enough,” Kise said evenly, crossing his arms. Gone was his bubbly persona, his bright eyes narrowed and slightly obscured by his bangs. “You’re fine. Just go to the makeup department, they’ll have you looking good as new in no time.”
“Probably better,” Kuroko sniggered.
“Why you-”
“Do not make me repeat myself,” Kise reprimanded voice firmer. “Taiga, go. The rest of you, let’s get some lunch.”
“I’ll pass,” Murasakibara said. “I’m not that hungry.”
As the seven stars of Kuroko’s Basketball made their way off set one stagehand commented, “They’re so…different when the camera isn’t rolling.”
His companion nodded. “Sometimes I wonder how they were cast as they are.” He shrugged. “Oh well, as long as they get the job done, who cares?”
She had found herself flipping through her old middle school yearbooks a lot, viewing past pictures of friends and acquaintances she had left behind. There were many that she still kept in touch with and many more that she’d lost all connection with. As she turned the pages, going down memory lane with each picture she recognized, she found her eyes lingering on a certain individual.
Only thing was, it wasn’t the individual she often found herself searching for.
Momoi remembered a time when she used to go out of her way to find Kuroko and this much was evident in the fact that her yearbook was littered with pictures of the two of them together. If she was in a photograph, it was almost certain that he was trapped within her grasps. It was strange to her that her eyes suddenly seemed more attracted to shades of red rather than blue.
She didn’t know when she started searching for Akashi through her yearbook, only that he didn’t take many pictures. For someone who had been so involved with both sports and school, he was easily the least photographed of all her friends. Maybe it had been on purpose. Still, it was enough to have Momoi flipping through every page she’d already been through just to catch a glimpse of that head of red hair. It was the interruption of her cell phone ringing that finally got her to stop scanning every page.
“Satsuki.” Speak of the devil. “If you’re ready, I’m outside waiting.”
“O-Oh, yeah! I’ll be out in a second.”
Standing from her bed, Momoi used the palms of her hands to flatten out any wrinkles that had formed in her clothes. One last glance in the mirror and a nod of approval were needed before she could leave her room.
It had been only a few days since she’d decided to call Akashi for old time’s sake, wondering if he’d like to hang out some time. When he’d asked if Aomine was the one who wanted the get together and she’d told him he hadn’t a clue about it, there was a certain pulse of excitement in her heart. She’d been the one who wanted to meet him alone.
“Satsuki,” he greeted the second she stepped out of her front door. There was a single flower in his hand. “This is for you.”
She couldn’t help but notice how the limousine that normally followed him around as if it were on a leash was not present. In fact, it seemed to be that the two of them would be completely alone together on this excursion to wherever it was they wanted to go.
I know this may seem out of the blue… but I’m in a HUGE financial situation where it honestly calls for me to do this… Needless to say, I hope everyone understands.
Here’s the new pricing;
500 – $5 USD
1000 – $10 USD
1500 – $15 USD
2000 – $20 USD
These prices are for reader inserts and pairings ONLY. Unfortunately, due to my circumstances, I will be charging a bit higher for self-ships because they take more time to personalize and I’ve realized it’s a bit harder than I first thought. I’ve also taken out the 4k words option because.. Again… It takes a lot to write 4k words. If you want me to write a 4k for you, we can discuss a fair price, but it will no longer be an option.. and because of this, I had to raise my prices because my financial situation calls for it.
SELF-SHIPS:
500 – $6 USD
1000 – $12 USD
1500 – $18 USD
2000 – $24 USD
Once again, if you want me to write more than 2k words, we’ll have to discuss a fair price.
NOTE: If You’ve already paid me for self-ship commissions, I’m not going to ask for more.. These are the prices as of TODAY.
I hate to have raised my prices for you guys, but I’m in desperate need, and I feel this is the only fair solution to my problem.
On another side note, I’m opening up drabble commissions… But they’re only 500 word ones.. And it’s only for ONE character. You can give me whatever prompt you’d like, but I’m asking for $6 usd. (In other words, two ko-fi’s.) I need to get money for rent, as well as my phone bill and a food bill.. (I probably have half of rent covered…)
I shall take payment for the 500 drabble through my Ko-fi account. If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to ask! The box is still closed for normal requests, but I’m hoping to get it open soon.
Please reblog this to spread the word. I’m in need of help.
– Tia
Also just to note; I take payments up front. Just so I can put you on the list and keep track of who asks for what. (It’s easier this way)
And Admin Jade, @vball-baes-bball-babes, (such a sweetie) has decided to help me with writing commissions! Though she will only do Fem!reader as she’s more comfortable with them! I will deal with every other type of commission!
Feel free to talk with either of us to confirm prices and such ^^ It’d mean the world to me!
Hey guys, I’ve offered my humble assistance to Tia on commissions so if you’ve been considering getting a piece please fill out her form!
I been seeing a bunch of you say that you’ve been too scared to give feedback, so I’m popping back in for a minute to tell you something.
Story time!
Before I became an admin for this blog, I wrote Percy Jackson fanfic on FFn. And then I ventured a little bit into Star Wars imagines, when I made a secondary blog and then it was deleted shortly before I joined the team. But a couple weeks before that, on a Sinful Sunday, I submitted an imagine to the blog.
I got like 70 notes on it, but I was completely addicted to the feeling of people actually liking my writing. I had never gotten so much feedback before, even though it was just likes. The few comments I got were lovely, and I found myself wanting more and more to admin for the blog, knowing that I will get responses that I sorely desire.
And then Lana and Kay picked me to be the new admin, and I started writing, and I was getting over 100 notes, a couple of which even reached 200 for a single imagine. It was like crack to me. You guys have no idea how much it motivated me to write more. I have never in my life gotten so much response to my writing. It made me feel appreciated.
And then I realized, my previous ventures into the world of fanfic had been cut short because there was little response to anything I was writing. Knowing that somebody enjoys your writing is the best feeling in the world. Knowing that people want you to continue even more so. I’m not lying when I say that it’s literally what keeps us going. We cannot get enough. Feedback is like crack to every single writer, no exceptions.
Think about it. We post our stuff because we need to know what people actually think. We need to know if we’re as good as we actually think we are. If we didn’t want feedback, we’d just write to ourselves, put it all in a folder, and be done with it.
So please, please, please, don’t let something like this happen again. Don’t let another writer quit because of something like this. Support your writers, and give them the feedback they deserve.
-Admin Jen, probably for the last time
I am a similar story to Admin Jen. As some of you know, I broke into the world of reader insert through my Bleach blog @bleachfanficfanatic
I stumbled across this realm via ffnet when I found an anthology of them for a number of characters and was hooked. Eventually I had an idea of my own for Renji and wrote my first piece.
Since the writer was also on Tumblr, I created a blog with the same name and posted the story then reached out to her and let her know she inspired me and I’d love to see what she thought. Yeah, that was a little nerve wracking but I’d already been writing fanfic for over a year so probably less so than if it had been my first post ever. She read it and gave me lavish praise and REBLOGGED it on her super popular page giving massive praise and encouraging everyone to follow me, even mentioning some specific blogs.
I legit did not expect her to do that. I can’t even describe the level of happy I felt that day.
So I posted a few more original ideas then got my nerve up and opened the ask box for requests. It was still a little slow going cause I didn’t fully understand tags and was still gathering followers but y’all I was hooked.
Even likes got me excited. I loved getting comments. Reblogs with fun tags were my jam.
Then I rewatched Haikyuu and decided I loved it so much I wanted to write for it too, plus I figured the fandom would be a little more active because the manga is still going on.
And for a while that was true.
But now, well, I’ve already had a say about that.
I don’t know if telling you all of the above will make a difference but I wanted to not only echo what Jen said in regard to the importance of feedback but to share a bit more of myself.
If you’re scared to leave feedback, please don’t be. The only feedback we’ll criticize or ignore is flat out rudeness.
You’re seeing the result of little to no feedback. A closed blog, at least four blogs (including mine) that are on hiatus. More time going between asks being fulfilled. And on and on and on.
You may be one person, but as Jen said we value and appreciate EVERY SINGLE RESPONSE. Once that goes away, eventually, so do we.
Now that I have like 1518 followers I have the bravery to launch this ahaha
I would like to thank all of you for the continuous support! I have to admit that keeping this blog is getting harder and harder as the days go by but there are still quite a few reasons for me to stay. 1518 reasons to be exact. Each one of you is a motivation for me to keep writing. Thank you!
aesthetic moodboard
To spice things up here a little bit, I decided to make this event a visual one! I love making moodboards, it can be quite hard to get the vibe right sometimes, but to me it’s therapeutic (except when the internet is slow, then it’s just torture).
The vote includes 2 questions: one to determine characters and another to determine prompts.
I will pick the top three of each question and pair them up, so the first, second, and third place in the character vote will be paired with the respective places in the prompt poll orI might do a random draw to decide the pairs.
Voting will close on Monday, 22 January 2018, 6 pm (GST+8). I’m so excited!
prompt list
general: a moodboard about the character themselves
I’m a sucker for cuddles, can you tell? – Admin Jade
Kise inhales deeply through his nose, a soft smile on his face. It’s times like these he cherishes. Times with you, wrapped in his arms, drifting in and out of twilight sleep as he plays with your hair while your fingertips trace idly patterns on his chest and neck. Your scent engulfs him, a fragrance that always reminds him of home.
Because no matter where he is, as long as you’re with him, he feels he’s safe.
It’s laughable sometimes, how much he’s come to rely on what he can only describe as your soft strength. It’s the smile that reaches your eyes that shows him joy. The gentle touch of your hands after a long day on the set that calms his mind and lets him relax.And the feel of you pressed against him that makes him feel secure, like all, at least for one quiet moment, is right with the world.
His eyes shift to your face, half hidden against his chest and he gently caresses your cheek with the backs of his fingers. He smiles wider as you lean into his touch, seeking more. He rolls closer, dipping the mattress and your body in the process, to lay a kiss to your temple.
“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted,” he whispers. “I wanna keep you forever.”
“Love…you…Ryota,” you mumble, nuzzling against his shirt.
“Love you too, ____-cchi,” he returns, lips pressing against the crown of your head.
He settles himself more comfortably, tossing his leg over the mound of your hip and takes another deep breath. Yes, as long as he has you to come home to, to have, to hold, he can face whatever the days ahead may bring.
If anyone can help with this, please do. I need help with my bills, and my paycheque this friday is not going to be enough. Again, I have commissions available as well as Ko-fi.
You can talk to me to discuss options in regards to my commissions, but I’m literally doing everything I can on my end. (I talked to a debt counselor yesterday… She’s the one who told me I was.)
$3,000 of debt may not seem a lot to you guys… but to me it is… and I need to slowly work at it… So if anyone can help, please do. Also reblogging this will help. I need this by the end of January. (2 weeks isn’t a lot of time.)
Also, I have no family or friends who can help me… Thus putting more stress on myself because I feel so stupid getting into this mess. I swear I’m doing everything I can, but I really could use this assistance.
Please guys?
Update: My boss decides to tell me that because he’s already finished the schedule for the next two weeks, he can’t fit me in. So…
I’m jobless for the next two weeks, which means NO income is coming in.. and I’ll need more help than ever. I’ll basically be living off commissions and trying to find that other job.
PLEASE guys. REBLOG. GET this out. I cannot lose my dad’s house or let any of my loans bounce. This is seriously important..
The last time I wrote about Kasamatsu trying to teach his s/o guitar, it didn’t lead to very safe for work places… lol -Neon
“Which hand is your dominant one?”
Giving him a bit of an incredulous stare, you lightly smacked the back of your hand against Kasamatsu’s shoulder. He was your boyfriend for god’s sake; shouldn’t he know which hand you wrote with by now? The light smack and glare was met by a surprised, then annoyed look of his own. He knew what he’d done wrong, just didn’t want to admit it.
“Just hold this,” he said, pushing one of his older guitars into your hands. When you positioned it so that you were holding it the wrong way, just to test him, he rolled his eyes and responded with, “The other way, doofus.”
With the guitar positioned in your arms and his own positioned in his, he went through the first few chords to a song you both knew and enjoyed. It was slow work at first with him showing you where each finger went and you trying your best to copy it. There were a few times, when you’d strum along, that the notes seemed to be just a bit more off than his.
“No, here,” he said.
Scooting closer to you, Kasamatsu set his guitar off to the side and placed his hands over yours. As he positioned them where they should be, you couldn’t help but notice the way his skin felt so warm against yours. It made everything tingle slightly in that way that often happened when you were with someone you love.
“Now strum like this,” he once again directed.
This time his hands wrapped over your other one, guiding it as he allowed you to lightly strum over the strings. What was produced was an airy, very light sound that reverberated just enough.
“Keep going like that and you’ll get this down in no time,” he encouraged.
As Kasamatsu went to take his hands back, you snatched them up in your own. The fast action nearly had you fumbling with the guitar in your lap and it ended up haphazardly laid out across both of your legs.
“I don’t think I understand yet,” you blurted out, a blatant lie.
Kasamatsu’s look of surprise, that slight blush on his cheeks, quickly went away as he realized your game. Taking his hand out of yours, he frowned in that disapproving way and flicked at your forehead.
Hello! You’re welcome! I really do adore this biker dorks, so it’s a lot of fun to connect with others who feel the same.
Ah, our dear Maki-chan! So once again, I struggle with head canons, I have no idea why they are so flipping hard for me so this is more him finally asking her out rather than they’re an established couple? I hope you like it.
He sees her while out on a training ride in London serving drinks at her cafe job and decides what he needs to stave off the cold in his bones is a hot drink.
While securing his bike, he observes she’s the only waitress because the place is super small. Perfect.
Goes in to order and discovers she’s also the barista. When she asks what he’ll have he clumsily asks for her recommendation, cheeks burning as bright as the red streaks in his hair.
Whatever she says, he orders, even if it’s something he’d normally not have.
Takes a seat outside to try to calm down, running over and over in his head how to start some sort of conversation with her.
Loses all his nerve when she places the cup down with a smile and a sweet, “I hope you enjoy it!”
He does, though the taste is a little bittersweet since he missed his chance.
Decides to go to the cafe every week, each time letting her pick his drink.
They become friendly if not friends because Maki-chan just cannot think of how to continue a conversation beyond whatever drink she orders for him.
He actually goes as far as to ask his brother for advice but when all it amounts to is “just ask her out stupid” he decides other resources are in order.
Looks up ways to talk to women but is horrified by the cheesy or crude pick-up lines purported to “work like a charm”.
One day, she asks him about his bike and he surprises himself by talking about it and a lot more related to it (such as his time at Sohoku) fairly easily. Things are going great until he blurts out, “Maybe you’d like to with me someday.”
Cue flushed cheeks and backpedaling because did that really just come out of his mouth?
The sound of giggling draws his consciousness from inner berating to confusion; why is she laughing?
“I was hoping you’d ask me out, so I’ll take you up on your offer, even if it was a mistake,” she laughs.
He beams at her, finally exchanging numbers before she has to get back to work.
Texts her that night with plans to take her out after her shift the following week. When he asks where she’d like to go he smiles at her reply: Anywhere they don’t serve coffee
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