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HMMMMM what could this question be and from whom !!!!!! who knows!!!!!!!!!! #krtsk #wip
But to answer your question: no because I’m not a pervert like some people. Tsukishima
November 23, 2025 at 9:55 PM
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real ones know what's up #wip #krtsk
To: kuroo@nekoma.et.al.jp cc: tsukishimak@nekoma.et.al.jp From: sawamura@nekoma.et.al.jp Re: Professional Correspondence
November 23, 2025 at 1:57 AM
ro-inspace.bsky.social
anyway; is it a sneak peek if most of the promo is a quote from revelations? you tell me #krtsk #biblicallyaccurateangels #krtskfreakweek #wip
(They were more blindingly white, than anything else, he remembered recalling, but beyond that it was a whirlwind of color and sensation and then —). He'd been given an entirely new existence in such a form that no one and nothing could have predicted before. "And before the throne something like a transparent sea resembling crystal. And in the midst of the throne and round about the throne four living-creatures being full of eyes in the front and on the back. And the first living-creature like a lion, and the second living-creature like a young bullock, and the third living-creature having the face like that of a human, and the fourth living-creature like a flying eagle― Furthermore, the four living-creatures each one of them having six wings, and each round about and within being full of eyes―and they have no rest day and night saying, “Holy, Holy, Holy Lord God, the Almighty-Omnipotent, the One [Who] was, and the One [Who] is, and the One coming," (Revelations 4:6-11).
November 22, 2025 at 7:31 PM
ro-inspace.bsky.social
little #wipwednesday teaser for #krtsk / #kurotsuki #kinktober

~suggestive but not super nsfw !
photo is an excerpt from a current wip; the full quote is -- "Hope you're ready to get your ass kicked," the captain continued, voice cheery even as Kenma sighed from somewhere behind him, telling him to pay attention. Karasuno's serve, and they were starting off strong with their mean mugging setter. "You can kiss my ass," Tsukishima hissed back, a spark of fire appearing on his face before his expression shifted back into placid neutrality once more.
October 2, 2025 at 12:29 AM
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🔞 cant believe that kinktober starts in three days lmao get hype everyone!!!! #krtsk #kinktober #kurotsuki wip/snippet/preview 🔞
Kei didn't want to think that he was a prude, or a pervert. He was a teenager, and had masturbated before. It was completely normal and average to do so in the dark of the night, under his covers until his own, heated breaths made the air stale and sour and he was forced to come gasping up for fresh air, on the cusp of an orgasm, fingers slick with lotion, teasing the head of his own dick and pretending the hand belonged to another. It was one thing to do that, with his phone muted in case he needed to roll over and pretend to be asleep because his brother, (worse) father, or (worst) mother, decided to open the door and check on him after midnight.
September 28, 2025 at 8:43 PM
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🔞 cheeky sneaky peek #wipwednesday #nsfw #kinktober #krtsk #kurotsuki / voyeurism
Still, the older boy's words had been enough to burrow under his skin and send him on an evening jog, instead of back to the dorms for an early bedtime, which would have been the smarter choice. That was important to consider, he decided as he stood in the doorway of the open stalled shower room, eyes locked onto a familiar, soaking wet body. Not familiar in that he had seen the captain naked before — he wasn't that much of a pervert, and anyway, when would he have had the opportunity? But gods, Kei was certainly seeing Kuroo naked now.
September 24, 2025 at 4:00 PM
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not wip wednesday but have a lil #kyouyachi from my wip because i havent shared stuff in ages <3 #kyoutani #yachi
“Hey.” Squeaking in surprise, Hitoka nearly jumped out of her skin, whirling around to find a towering, built, brick house of a man with a partially shaved and almost entirely bleached head, looming over her. “I — I — I —” she stammered, back pressed against Tsukishima’s door. Oh gods, this was how she died, this was the end, it had been a good run, it had been — Fingers snapped in front of her face. “Hey. You okay?” Hitoka blinked owlishly. No, not particularly, but she was more shocked out of her doom spiral by the logical inconsistency of a would-be murderer asking if she was alright. “I — uh. I don’t know?” she managed after clearing her throat and taking a deep breath — just like her therapist, Yamaguchi, and Hinata had taught her, (Tsukishima as well, on occasion, could be known to reluctantly remind her). The man snorted under his breath and took a step back, his thick arms folding over his broad chest as he looked down at her, a small quirk at the corner of his mouth the only hint of a smile. “You must be Yachi.”
September 21, 2025 at 7:50 PM
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I give you,,,, #matsuhana for #wipwednesday with a cheeky little #iwaoi mention as well
“Have you even ever made a cupcake before, Makki?” Matsukawa’s voice pierced through the intense concentration Takahiro was experiencing as he stared down at the printed recipe laid out on the currently pristine countertop of his family home’s kitchen. He had been left unsupervised with his best friend on the eve of Iwaizumi and Oikawa’s unofficial but still official in their hearts anniversary of not dating but definitely doing something. He cleared his throat before arching an eyebrow at the other teenager. “Obviously —” “Not,” Mattsun added, his voice dry and amused. Takahiro scowled. His best friend was correct, but he didn’t need to act so damn smug about it. “Well, have you ever made one before?” The darker haired of the two snorted and folded his arms over his chest, the sleeves of their school uniform shirt rolled up almost to his elbows, showing off the tanned muscle of his forearms and making Takahiro’s mouth go dry. He couldn’t be doing this right now — having a moment of gay crisis was so not helping him encourage their other mutual best friends to get their heads out of their respective asses and put their (dick) heads in, well, the same place. He was workshopping the messaging that would accompany the cupcake.
September 3, 2025 at 8:51 PM
ro-inspace.bsky.social
I would be remiss not to mention the incredible Spirit, Stallion of the Cimarron here as well because let's be so fuckin fr, who DID NOT have a crush on this horse
image is a movie poster for the 2002 CLASSIC, Spirit Stallion of the Cimarron which features Spirit (a buckskin stallion), Rain, (a painted mare with a white face and primarily brown body), as well as an eagle flying overhead. The two horses stand on a lush green grass covered hill with mountains in the distance
August 12, 2025 at 11:07 PM
ro-inspace.bsky.social
actually ive decided to do this in as chronological order as i can so first up my fav baddie
image is of a giant woman with blue/purple tinged skin and voluminous black hair, a devious smirk on her face look down on a much smaller man wearing red and black sailor's garb from the movie Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas
August 12, 2025 at 11:04 PM
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WHY NOT

be warned though most of these will be from novels, probably
image reads 1 like = 1 fictional crush on a pale pink background with a brighter/deeper red-pink color that has two flowers on diagonal, opposite right-left corners
August 12, 2025 at 10:53 PM
ro-inspace.bsky.social
y'all not only do I have a house but I have a house with internet and a COUCH
image is of a sectional sofa in gray; it is partially covering a navy and tan rug that has a symmetrical diamond pattern. The room is painted a neutral gray and visible in the background is a doorway to a hallway and a stairway railing
August 1, 2025 at 8:23 PM
ro-inspace.bsky.social
YAY NO MORE SUBS ALLOWED WOOOOOOO
image reads Subscriptions: 666
July 31, 2025 at 8:15 PM
ro-inspace.bsky.social
have some mer #oikawa for his birthday because what better way to start a yakulev story than with an oikawa pov lmfao
Tail flicking in annoyance, he turned to the scout who had brought them here in advance of the pod. "Kyou-chan, is it as it was two weeks ago when you first arrived?" The light haired mer with dark markings around his eyes, mouth permanently set in a downward turn, flicked his pitch black tail toward the pod leader. In anyone else, Tooru would have taken it as the sign of disrespect it was — but he knew Kyou, had been pupped within weeks of one another, frolicked through these fields as young mer, showed off their strength and cunning as adolescents, hoped for something more, perhaps, this season. Well, Tooru had. Kyou-chan was too prickly for a mate, as he'd scolded the other mer time and time again.
July 21, 2025 at 1:02 AM
ro-inspace.bsky.social
have some #skts in my #ossn / #snos for #wipwednesday
Groaning, he slipped his phone from his pocket and pressed one of the two numbers he still kept on speed dial. “Better lookin’ twin speakin’, and what do I owe to the pleasure of yer call, this evenin’?” From somewhere in the background followed quickly by — “You sound like a fucking tool, Miya.” “Hey, Omi-kun, why ya gotta be so —” “Tsumu.” “Oh — hey, Samu. What’s up? Everythin’ okay?” Well. That certainly depended on one’s definition of the word okay. In response, Osamu groaned and rested his forehead against the now clean center of the center island counter. “Uh. I dunno. Sunarin showed up at my shop about an hour ago.” “Wait — what! Sunarin? Is at yer shop? Wait, we don’t have a — hey, Omi-kun, we ain’t playing EJP this weekend, are we?” “No, that’s in three weeks — god, do you even try to look at the calendar in the kitchen?” “Omi, ya know my memory ain’t that great this late at night —” “— or ever.”
July 16, 2025 at 7:53 PM
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Reunited and it feels sooooo good
Image is of a Caucasian/white hand with a simple white gold ring on the ring finger. The ring has a circular ocean blue stone surrounded with a square cut cubic zirconium/clear stone on either side, and small oval shaped diamonds on either side of that along the band
July 15, 2025 at 12:37 AM
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pls accept some #snos / #ossn from me on this evening feat. chubby KING #osamu and snarky and awkward #suna
Wondering if this had been a mistake, if Osamu was going to yell at him, call him an idiot, crazy, he held his breath when the other man approached, undid the latch, and slowly slid the door open. “Sunarin?” “Hey, Samu,” he croaked, a weak smile on his face. “Long time, no see.” Osamu snorted. “Understatement of the fuckin’ year. Well, come in if yer here, not gettin’ any fuckin’ younger standing here,” he muttered, waving Suna forward with his free hand. Passing by the other man, he sucked in a deep breath. He was just so big. And the scent of rice and nori hung around him like sweet perfume. “Sorry I didn’t —” “Don’t say shit ya don’t mean. Ya never did before, and I can’t believe ya woulda started now,” Osamu said, cutting him off as the door clanged shut behind them.
July 14, 2025 at 11:50 PM
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any excuse to clown atsumu is one i am going to take and RUN WITH for my #meibo #wip
Under any other circumstances, Meian would be the last person to recommend snooping through his teammates’ lockers like this. In this one, specific instance, however, he felt as though they’d understand. Naturally, Miya’s was the first place he looked. For someone such a mess on a regular basis, the setter’s locker was fairly straightforward and organized, and on the top shelf, easily accessible, was a small, clear bottle of lube. “Perfect,” Meian muttered before turning back around, clutching his prize like the spoils of war.
July 13, 2025 at 1:02 PM
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me: hates spit irl
also me: LOVES spit in fic lmao
“Fuck,” his captain swore, dragging their mouths apart, a thin thread of spit trailing between the two of them. Bokuto stared down, transfixed, following it until he reached the sight of the other’s flushed, red mouth. A small noise of discontent on his tongue, mere seconds passed before he was reaching up with hands of his own to drag the other man’s face down to his.
July 13, 2025 at 12:27 AM
ro-inspace.bsky.social
a yakuza nanny / #krtsk #kurotsuki snippet for #wipwednesday <3
A body which Kei was loathe to admit he glanced at for a second too long. Naturally, he was aware of two inalienable truths about the yakuza oyabun. He was muscular, the way he filled out what should have been shapeless and unflattering tracksuits (they were still unattractive, however, nothing about the man's body could save the atrocity of the color and patterns he chose). And there were tattoos that spanned the length of his body. Kei had only seen a hint or glimpse here and there of geometric patterns and stark lines of black and red that curled and teased around the edge of his color or the cuff of his sleeve. Knowing these facts and knowing them in the flesh were two starkly different concepts that Kei was having some difficulty wrapping his head around. The man was in a towel — a towel. (Perfectly reasonable dress for the bathing room of his own home, but it felt indecent, sending fire licking up the blond's spine).
July 9, 2025 at 10:22 PM
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HAHAHAHA omg no this is the eagle on that part of my passport and I just renewed last year
Image of the background of the information page of a US passport. Shows the US mascot the bald eagle with wings out spread behind a flag turned vertical. The words E Pluribus Unum are displayed on a ribbon that runs through the eagle’s beak
July 6, 2025 at 4:57 PM
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not a spoiler but 👀 #wipwednesday for yakuza nanny 👀
Blinking his eyes, a tall man with long, brown hair pulled back in a low bun and incredibly kind eyes was standing beside the bed, one hand on the rail, the other reaching up to check something on what Kei realized now was the monitor attached to his IV line. It was angry and beeping, and he grimaced. "Hi," the man said when he glanced down and started, realizing that Kei really was awake now. "I'm Doctor Azumane. Can you tell me your name?" Scowling, Kei swallowed, his tongue thick in his mouth. "Tsukishima Kei," he muttered. "Born 27, September 19—. Anything else?"
July 2, 2025 at 10:09 PM
ro-inspace.bsky.social
🔞 have some smutty #krtsk / #kurotsuki 👀🔞
“Here,” he says, his voice soft and soothing as if he’s talking to a child. Kei is panting, there are tears streaming down his face, he wants to come so, so badly. “Take a pillow, Kei. Rut against it like a dog, get yourself off that way while I watch.” He snatches the pillow out of the man’s hands, ignores the filthy, lascivious grin on his face, and presses it down against his cock, the sweet burn of relieving friction almost enough to send him over the edge then and there.
July 1, 2025 at 11:44 PM
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i have settled my anxiety with tiny numbers and if you dont believe me i have PROOF im redoing my word count tracking spreadsheet
image is of a spreadsheet that outlines current WIPs from Ro: From Left to Right the columns are as follows: - Date - Totals -Rarepair 1 (highlighted in blue) - Rarepair 2 (highlighted in blue) - Yakuza Nanny (highlighted in green) - Krtsk Vampire (highlighted in green) - Demon Senpai (highlighted in green) - T+B Lasagne (highlighted in green) - Big Tits (highlighted in green) - Yakuza Nanny+ (highlighted in green)
July 1, 2025 at 2:58 AM
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pls have some no context absolutely batshit #kuroo from my yakuza nanny wip lmao
Kuroo had his knife out and pressed to the asshole's throat when he heard a shuffle behind him. For a moment, he stiffened, body tense in preparation, before a familiar snort made his shoulders drop an inch. "That's gonna make a mess," Yaku intoned, his bored, albeit judgmental. Kuroo grinned over his shoulder, sanity a distant memory in that moment. "Good thing that's not my fucking problem."
June 29, 2025 at 10:33 PM