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kayable ([personal profile] kayable) wrote in [community profile] valentineslockers2017-02-01 08:36 pm

2017 Locker for Serena

Name: Serena

Friending Meme Post: (optional) hello!

Fandoms: HQ, Daiya, YOI, Boku no Hero Academia


HQ: Any pairing(s) permutation involving Oikawa, including Oikawa/milk bread (fight me) and Oikawa/Oikawa (also fight me :'D). Character introspection focusing on him would be great as well! Rarepairs: Yahaba/Futakuchi, Kunimi/Kageyama, Matsukawa/Aone. Gen about Kitagawa Daiichi and Seijou will always bring me to tears too ;;

Daiya: Any pairing(s) permutation involving Miyuki are u sensing a pattern here pls close ur eyes EXCEPT Miyuki/Sawamura. ChrisMiyu is always this loving sore ache in my heart, KuraMiyu makes me howl, MIYUKI/RYOUSUKE HAS ME SHOOK, but please just feel free to do anything with Miyuki in it!

BNHA: Kirishima/Bakugou! TodouBaku is beautiful too! Or Bakugou & Uraraka banter :D

YOI: Phicit/Yuuri, Eros!Yuuri/Yuuri don't look at me, or anything really. Character introspection is also A+++!!

P.S-- *falls down to my knees* I also really like Oikawa/Miyuki too and if you'd like to indulge in this super rare super why-are-they-like-this crossover pair, I'M FOREVER IN YOUR DEBT.

Likes: Character studies, angst, selfcest, liminal spaces, magic realism, concepts in snapshots?? I'm not sure how to put that into more sense; quietly lying your head on a person, the blue glow cinemas always seem to have on tint, brown leaves on the ground getting wet by rain, the quiet of night broken by a sound, recurring patterns, pushing the cracked shards of a mirror through its frame, book-ends. puts my face into my hands im so sorry im like this. Fairytale AUs, symbolism, gore, they all make me scream too.

Dislikes: None in particular except OOCness I think. I'm just a willing canvass really.

Anything else: Makes hot tea for anyone/everyone popping by, thank you for reading through this whole mess! Sends you floating hearts and balloons.

Reminder that NOTES are welcome too - just a nice little comment (either plain, or you can even type it up on a nice little graphic/image etc.) for the recipient.

(Comments are going to screened until the reveal on Feb 14. Lockers will be open until the end of Feb.)
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[personal profile] fickle 2017-02-13 01:57 pm (UTC)(link)
This. Um. I may have taken the Oikawa/milk break and Oikawa/Oikawa a little too seriously when I mixed it up with your narrative likes. I really like how it came out though, and I hope you do as well!


He looks in the mirror and he sees horns curving from his hair and fangs peeking out from the upper line of his teeth. He is a king and on his head, his hair is depressed in the circular pattern of a crown.

He should recoil. He raises his hand to the mirror instead and touches his fingertips to the false fangs.

His fingers come away bleeding. He pops them into his mouth and sucks.

His blood tastes like milk and his reflection smiles.

He hears it most often on the courts. Between steps, in the space between his heartbeats, in the moment before the ball touches his fingertips and right after he’s set the ball.

It’s laughter. It’s his own laughter, heard from the outside.

He’s always hoped it would sound so cruel.

He can smell it like a wolf, like a shark. He looks up the statistics once; sharks can smell blood from 0.4km away and wolves can smell blood from 1.75km away.

He finds it fitting; wolves are pack creatures and sharks are solitary. No matter how little his teammates might like/trust him, he needs them. Volleyball cannot be played solo.

He smells blood when none of his teammates are injured and he looks out, past the walls, past the school, past the sky.

Somewhere, out there, someone’s bleeding.

He thinks it’s him.

He has to adjust his technique to compensate for how the ball’s changed. It should be light, should be plastic-smooth but it’s textured instead. It holds the warm unevenness of human skin, frail and so easy to tear with his (claws) nails.

He serves viciously and imagines a tiny frail baby, skinned and pumped full of air, curled up in the fetal position and flying over the net.

The baby wears a crown. The baby’s hair is brown.

Milk bread has always been his favorite but lately, it’s never seemed sweet enough. He slathers strawberry jam over it, cherry jam, leaves it dripping red and wet so that the jam drips onto his palm and trails slow, sludgy lines down his wrist.

Still not sweet enough. He scoops Nutella out of the jar with his fingers, drinks condensed milk from the tin, but there’s an ache in his teeth and gumlines that nothing will soothe.

He fingers the tips of his canine teeth and wonders if perhaps the problem is that sweet is no longer the taste he’s chasing.

He wakes to find the world different – but one thing hasn’t changed.

He is still hungry.
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[personal profile] sotongsotong 2017-02-22 04:00 pm (UTC)(link)

The whole piece feels so ominous, like there's an unknown tension that's barely perceivable but still thick enough for me to slice into and eat it like a cake im so sorry fr this really weird metaphor BUT THIS IT WHAT IT MAKES ME FEEL. Thank u so, so much for giving me this absolutely delicious bit of concept <33 it's literally every thing I could have dreamed for and more!
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[personal profile] fickle 2017-02-22 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)
I AM GLAD YOU LIKE IT and I will now bite my tongue to stop myself from explaining anything because I think this kind of piece honestly works better if you let the reader fill in all the missing pieces with whatever lurks in their mind.

But yeah! Thank you for giving me an excuse to write liminal spaces and Oikawa and messed up symbolism and reality blurring. All good things. Such good things. Can you just imagine Little Red Riding Hood where Oikawa is the Wolf that knows precisely which path Red should take to get to where Red needs to be be instead of where Red is told to go?

Please devour this as many times as you like. May you always be hungry. ♥