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strobimilk · 2 years
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#whatacutecultleader :)
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LISTEN. LISTEN. SAKUSA BOKUTO FRIENDSHIP. I believe in it
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strobimilk · 2 years
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OH MY GOD BOKUTO BIRTHDAY
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hello I love your writing and your theme is so sleek ✨💗
thank u!!! kissing u on the forehead rn 😚
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strobimilk · 2 years
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Both illustrations are based on the same concept, so I will post them together.
Thanks again for looking at my fanart. I am so happy to see the tags and comments you all are putting on my illustrations.
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strobimilk · 2 years
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Imagine arguing with Bakugou over the date you first started dating because he thinks it’s the day he glared at you for the first time.
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from this Vampire AU i’ve been thinking about 
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strobimilk · 2 years
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arguably, sakusa kiyoomi's worst habit is tsk-ing at any slight inconvenience.
when he thinks the team is being too rowdy at 7am in the morning. when he sees someone sneeze without covering the lower half of their face. when the pedestrian traffic light turns red right as he's about to cross.
he thinks he picked it up from his mother, from when she used to click her tongue disapprovingly whenever he comes home late after playing in the neighborhood with komori, or when he returns from volleyball practice with a noticeable bruise on his pale skin. most of the time, there's no lingering malice behind it – it's just something he's so used to doing and he fails to catch himself before he even realizes he's doing it.
in fact, the opposite is true when it comes to you.
he tsks at you when he sees you on your phone at ungodly hours of the night, snatching up your phone and pulling you to bed so he can snuggle you to sleep.
he tsks at you when he gets a text from you saying you missed breakfast because you had overslept, opening up the food delivery app on his phone to order a proper meal for you.
he tsks at you when he sees you scampering over to his parked car from your workplace much later than you should be, silently cursing your boss for assigning you with an extra shift and taking away his precious y/n time.
he tsks at you when he notices your stress taking a toll on you physically and mentally, pulling you away from the cold world and into his warm arms, if only for a moment, letting your tear stain the front of his t-shirt and holding you tight against him for as long as you need.
sakusa is aware he's never been good with words, choosing instead to show you what he can't put into words. yet despite the feigned annoyance behind the clicking of his tongue, you know his tsks have become a love language of their own, reserved specially for you.
take care of yourself. you deserve the world. i love you.
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hey do you have any wips?
i have a few!! haven’t touched some of them since may but i plan on finishing n posting them soon!!! <3
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strobimilk · 2 years
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Art by YY
Posted with Permission (reprint/edit and/or commercial use prohibited)
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two parts to a whole
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strobimilk · 2 years
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"Were you an ugly baby?"
Tooru's face screws up in horror where his head is resting in your lap, and a pained squawk is punched out of him in the wake of your question.
"What? No!" He pulls himself upright in your bed, slipping from your grasp and twisting around to face you. "Why would you ever think that?"
It's funny seeing him--a grown man, 186cm tall, 83kg of corded muscle and olympically trained physique--so upset over such a silly question. It only makes you want to rile him up more.
You shrug. "I don't know, you just kind of give off 'ugly baby' vibes."
Tooru's jaw hangs, his eyes wide.
"I was a beautiful baby, I'll have you know." He pokes your shoulder indignantly with a prominent pout tugging his bottom lip forward. "Ask anyone!"
You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing.
"I could always call Iwa, I'm sure he's got some baby photos he could send me," you say, nodding a little to yourself, watching carefully to see his reaction to your suggestion.
Tooru moans. "He'll send you the worst ones! That's not fair."
Your boyfriend throws himself back down across your lap petulantly, landing heavy across your outstretched legs.
"You're so mean to me," he gripes, burying his face against your tummy. You resume running your fingers through the impossibly soft strands of his hair, unable to keep yourself from giggling a little.
Tooru nuzzles against the material of your t-shirt, still sulking even as his arms wind around your waist to hold you close.
"Why would you even ask me such a terrible, cruel question?" he mutters grumpily.
You sigh a little, watching the way the ends of his hair curl around your knuckles as they slip through your gentle touch. "I was just thinking how unfair it would be if you've been this pretty your whole life."
Tooru goes quiet, his shoulders easing slack. He noses against your tummy and hums, but this time the sound is pleased. His arms tighten around you, and you feel so comfortable under his weight, his familiar touch, the way his breath seeps into the material of your t-shirt and warms through to your skin.
He presses a kiss against you as your nails rake gently against his scalp, a palpable shiver running down his spine.
He breathes out a long, appreciative sigh. "Well, you could have just said that."
"Where's the fun in that?" you ask him cheekily, and he harrumphs in response.
He peels himself away from you, returning to his original position with his head resting atop your thighs, staring up towards you with a dozy, heavy-lidded gaze. He reaches to cup your cheek in his hand, his fingertips soft against your skin.
A beat of silence passes between you, but it's comfortable.
"You know," he says, though his voice is quieter now, a little deeper too, "I could give you one."
You blink, taken aback by his words.
His touch trails down to your mouth, tracing his thumb against your bottom lip. He pushes gently against it, until your lips have no choice but to part--not that you have the presence of mind to resist it with the sudden rush to your head his offer has caused.
He smiles, his warm eyes watching the way your lips wrap around his finger instinctively before flickering back up to meet your own.
"I may have been a cute baby, but ours will be even cuter."
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strobimilk · 2 years
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my favorite genre of man is one that is head over heels obsessed with his love interest that he can barely be in her presence without screaming crying or throwing up
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“cursed energy” this “cursed energy” that.. nanami’s abs are canonically hard as a rock wall
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