valentineslockers | 2019 Locker for xy

Name: xy

Fandoms: hypmic, owari no seraph, the maze runner, mystic messenger, the social network, inception, westworld, the haunting of hill house (2018), mindhunter, haikyuu, nana, slight mdzs......

Characters/Pairings/Moresomes:
- hypmic: hifudo(!!!), samajaku, matenrou ot3, jakuhifu, samaichi
- ons: GURESHIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, guremahishin
- tmr: newtmas, thominewt
- mm: rika/mc
- tsn: markuardo..........
- inception: mal/ariadne, arthur/eames, arthur/ariadne, dom/mal (exploration only)
- westworld: logan/william, webb/ford, maeve/women lmao
- hill house: theo/trish
- hq: oikage aka my brand, kurodai, oifuta
- nana: reira/hachi
- mdzs: junior ot3 (lan sizhui/lan jingyi/jin ling), jiang cheng/lan xichen, jiang cheng/nie huaisang, jiang yanli/jin zixuan

Likes: red string/reincarnation/soulmates because i'm a sap like that, slow burn, character/relationship exploration, mutual pining, pacrim au, lovers to enemies or enemies to lovers, body horror, hopeful endings

Dislikes: ambiguous endings, noncon, body swaps, pwp, shapeshifting, character/ship bashing, unrequited love that never gets resolved, prominent side ships, fluff (depends heavily on the ship but i rarely read it unless it's like hifudo or something), major character death, terminal illness, suicide/mental health focus, tragedy

Anything else: i'll be happy with receiving anything!! doesn't have to be fandom-related!! i hope you have a wonderful day

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 Mar 15. Lockers will be open until the end of March.)

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

xyyyy ;;; i just want u to know how very lucky i am to be ur friend and i’m so glad i leapt at the chance to ship our iwahimus all those years ago. it has been an honor to write w u and just be in ur general vicinity. oh my god i still owe u a reply? fjkndndjk anyway i love u and u will always be my iwachan

BENT I LOVE YOU!!! rp or not i'm happy we've made it here together!! <3

"I trained against touch once upon a time, / not knowing a rigid pharynx would match / a rigid heart. I'm ready to react, / to bleed. As any alchemist can see, / to fill a throat with raw steel is no match / for love. Don't clap for these inhuman acts. / Cut me in two." — sandra beasley, "the sword swallower's valentine."

;A;♥ ilu xy

the rabbit follows tobio through his dreamscape, quiet as snowfall. "you're awake," oikawa-san reminds him, mental voice as sharp as his physical one. "ignore it and follow me."

tobio lets his assent float to oikawa-san like a third person in the room. oikawa-san imagines a place that tobio recognizes from pictures: a steel room with mats laid out on the floor, nets stretched out to divide the room in narrow lines. "i was an athlete at school," oikawa-san says, his voice flat and hard. tobio can guess that much; oikawa-san's body is quick to react despite the war, the fights he must have had while deployed in the field and the hurts he would have taken. tobio thinks all these things—can't help doing it—and oikawa-san glares at him as if he'd laid him out again,

blood in his mouth from the split lip he'd earned, oikawa-san grinning down while tobio stares, stares up at the way oikawa-san flips his fighting staff close to his body as if finishing a beginner's kata. tobio can feel the bruises he'll develop on his arms and legs and swallows the copper taste down, tries to ignore the way his smile burns on his skin, how it taunts him into imagining the fight in a different way. if tobio and oikawa-san had been soldiers in a different war, practice staffs transformed into bayonets or swords, oikawa-san would have taken the chance to stab downward, sharp blade stuck between tobio's ribs like a surgeon's knife. tobio's blood beats a dull roar in his ears, hauls himself upright and leaves the imprints of his pointy elbows in the mat. he can shake off the bruises and the blood, and his split lip will heal—

tobio blinks hard as the landscape around him flickers and blinks, a broken hologram of two familiar forms: oikawa-san and himself there again, the mats beneath their feet and fighting staffs in hand. he looks down to see the calluses on his palms, the yellow-blue bruises fading slowly on his skin. oikawa-san crosses his arms but still watches, their silhouettes locked in the shapes tobio knows best. he isn't sure if he can separate where oikawa-san begins and he ends, if the sweat on his brow and the blood on his tongue is his own, and whose hands hold the staff against oikawa-san's throat. if tobio pushed any harder, oikawa-san would have a very interesting bruise.

"i hate that you remember that," oikawa-san says, and the past fades into the present. tobio flushes pink, his helmet feeling tight. he wishes he could take it off and breathe a little.

HEDGE... THIS MADE MY HEART SQUEEZE WITH SUCH FEELING, AS YOUR WRITING ALWAYS DOES

your writing style is so light and dreamy and your imagery is so good, i want to cry, and KAGEYAMA ENTERING OIKAWA'S MIND, HOW TWISTED OIKAWA'S MIND MUST BE??? but he wants to be here, he wants to fight with him even as his mind is going haywire and his hands, too.

I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS, THANK YOU FOR INDULGING ME SO MUCH, I LOVE YOUUUUUUU

When the parcels start appearing, Jiang Cheng can’t help thinking they’re for Wei Wuxian. But each and every time, they’re brought to him.

“Open it, open it, open it!” Wei Wuxian cries, latching onto him and grinning. Nie Huaisang watches from behind his fan, gaze bright and curious. Absently, Jiang Cheng registers the sweep of long eyelashes as Nie Huaisang looks away, begins to fan his face.

“Let him open it how he wants,” Nie Huaisang says. Wei Wuxian withdraws, pouting but still vibrating with excitement. Jiang Cheng takes that moment to turn away and unfold the wrapping.

Before it had been things like pressed flowers and scenes painted on polished stones. Today, it’s a small wooden carving of the most adorable puppy. Jiang Cheng holds it up, marveling at the fine detail.

Wei Wuxian exclaims in delight. “The maiden after your heart has quite good taste in gifts! In men, not so much—”

“Shut up!”

“It’s cute,” Nie Huaisang says, placating. “Do you like it?”

It reminds him of his three puppies from before. Distantly, he thinks he had told Huaisang the story after drinking one night. But the more he tries to remember, all he can think of is red-cheeked laughter.

kokirane, thank you!!! this is SO cute, i'm so glad jiang cheng gets to be romanced after all he's been through and suffered... AND he gets his puppies back in some fashion? that is such a cute detail, thank you so much

XYYYYY

What can I even say, I love what a capable, competent person you've always been in my eyes, even while making glorious oikage messes. It was so nice in 2016 SASO leaving oikage dead doves for you and our other good oikage friends and just, so you know, I have Caste Heaven bookmarked in a manga reader app because while I am PRETTY CERTAIN this is not what you want for me, I could! Revisit!! In the year 2019!!

This terrible yaoi will always make me think of you and that's either beautiful or terrible. Probably both.

I'm glad you're living your hifudo best life these days and buying All The Doujin, I feel such a sense of warmth and solidarity talking to friends about their doujinshi purchases, haha. I hope that wherever the fandom waves may take you in the future, good content comes your way and that you have a nice and enjoyable time. ;u;

(also, definitely unrelated to anything, hey Xy what is your opinion about smoking in fiction / characters smoking?)

LIRA!! caste heaven has gotten progressively messier in an actually bad way and not a chaotic fun bad way so please... save yourself from this... go toward the light of fun chaos and not. this terrible thing......

i'm glad you also seem to be living your best life and that you're around on twitter more <3 life is a little empty without a lira around like a cat dropping wonderful dead bird gifts to all friends!!

(smoking in fiction hot and good bc shotgunning. i'm shallow like that)

“No, you’ll be looking at me at the Division Battles.” Kageyama stares right at Oikawa, head lifted. The shudder of feeling in Oikawa’s beautiful throat, the petulant arch of his chin, the glare challenging and golden in his eyes — this, this is what Kageyama came here for.

(Shibuya Division doesn't have room for two kings.)

I'M LAUGHING SO HARD YOU'RE NOT SORRY AT ALL!!!!!!!!!! I'M THE ONE SORRY FOR NOT HAVING HAD TIME YET TO PROPERLY COMMENT ON THIS BEAUTIFULLY HORNY THING YOU WROTE FOR ME

i am just like, a little disappointed that no one rapped about the halos of light surrounding oikawa's nipples when he gets up in the morning

(i didn't have kale yet this week but i'm still thinking about it </3)

is that what you want, xy-chan-san

I don't know what could be the terrible equivalent of The Dirty Dawg because I placed all my chips on HOMIES WE ARE BDE but maybe this just means the duty of oikawa's nip halos will have to be in your minty hands

WHAT ABOUT NOW.... HAVE YOU EATEN MORE KALE NOW!!!

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valentine's gift from kokirane for xy :) sangcheng

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HI I'M SORRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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