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sunarinscat · 5 months
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Heeheheh this is so cute stop.
In the morning, Keigo stretches his body; and it’s ethereal.
The way the Sun peers in through the sheer curtains keeps you in a slight between sleep and cognitive function, eyes hazy and bleary as he slowly gets up from his side of the bed, grunting softly.
It’s warm, it’s so quiet. You blink a few times to watch him go about his morning, and it starts with his wings quickly splaying out, the full spanse of them taking up an underestimated amount of space in the room. They glimmer in the peering sunlight, and you smile softly as they slowly curl back towards him.
His fingers cross over each other before they pull his arms taught above his head, shifting them to the right, then the left, which pops louder than the other side due to more than a few injuries to his left side. His muscles shadow and dance in the light soaking in through the window. He whines softly as he then bends at the waist, wings fluffing back out as he stretches his knees, as if moving out of the way.
Clearly, he must notice you, as one of his pristine feathers immediately darts from the pack and over to you, and before you can reel your foot back in, the plumes swipe over it, making you giggle sleepily and yank it under the covers.
“You liking the show, creep?” he teases, chucking, the feather now shifting to gently nuzzle your cheek, as he does so often.
You nod, “you’re just so pretty, Keigo.”
“Im aware.”
“No, like, really pretty,” you assure, and he sighs before turning around to face you. His hair is stuck up in random places, his eyes sleepy and still heavy from the act of waking up. There’s lines from blankets that imprint his skin, and his feathers fluff out slightly to buff out the flattened areas.
He bends at the waist to be face to face with you, leaning slightly to plant a small kiss to your nose, and you mewl happily at the feeling.
He takes an inhale through his nose, “I’m not half as pretty as you are, babe.” He gently cups your cheek with a warm hand, “trust me. I watch you almost as much as you watch me.”
“Bull,” you tease. “I’m always watching you. You never even look at me.”
He frowns at you dramatically, and before you can assure him you’re teasing, more feathers dart from behind him to yank the blankets off of you, the chill of morning dew making you whine in agony. “Keigo!”
“You’re pretty when you’re mad, too, doll.”
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sunarinscat · 6 months
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Long Distance
He texts you.
‘Good morning :)’
And you smile knowing you stayed up long hours into the night giggling over the phone. You lay comfortably under your covers while you confided your deepest secrets to each other. He held the phone at funny angles to make you grin and you did. God, your cheeks hurt from how hard you were laughing last night as you spilled every single detail to him. And you know you talk to much.. you apologized more than once. But he only responded
‘I love when you tell me the little details’
And now he’s asking if you got any sleep. He knows you didn’t. He sends you little text message games and at the end of the night he asks you to tell him all about your day. Every single detail. In fact he just has to call you again so he can get the full experience as you walk him though the events of your last couple hours without him.
He sets up little coffee dates with you over the phone, and has you download a watch party app so you can watch your favorite shows together. He regularly sends you little trinkets he sees that remind him of you. He makes it work because he can. Because he loves you.
Hushed whispers over the phone turn in to wishes which turn into plans which turn into plane tickets until you’re in his arms once again. He’ll keep you there as long as he can. However, even from a distance he will make you aware of your value. Because you are worth more than the sun, the moon, and the stars to him.
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sunarinscat · 11 months
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Super new to digital art and wasn't quite sure about the fire but hey. Starfire :) Reblogs are appreciated <3
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sunarinscat · 11 months
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<3
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Timeskip Amity Brain rot to celebrate as we're coming up on pride month <3 her look only ever gets better.
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sunarinscat · 1 year
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oikawa toru, bokuto koutaro, kuroo tersuro, matsukawa issei, atsumu miya, konoha akinori, meian shugo, hinata shoyo, tanaka ryunosuke, sugawara koushi, tendou satori
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sunarinscat · 1 year
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Your pfp/theme is super cute!
aaa thank you, your so sweet! haven't checked tumblr in a bit and this made my day <3
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sunarinscat · 1 year
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Dating Bokuto Koutarou is like...
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Dating Koutarou looks like spontaneous and thoughtful little gifts and matching sweaters.
It looks like cozy stay at home movie dates and a skydiving trip the next day.
It’s messy hair in the morning before practice and great, big bear hugs when he wins a game.
It's like dancing in the rain to an upbeat song while he twirls you around.
It's like sneaking in each other's rooms late at night and driving to DQ for ice cream.
It looks like being texted at six in the morning: "Would you still love me if I was a worm?" and knowing the answer will always be yes.
It sounds like struggling to fall asleep because you can't stop giggling back and forth about stupid shit.
It’s hearing constant affirmation and love.
It sounds like Koutarou thudding down a slide that's too small for his big ass frame at the playground and dragging you down with him.
It’s hearing the words "Surprise! Happy Birthday!!" A month or two before your birthday just to make sure it's extra surprising.
It's also hearing this man quote memes off Reddit and wondering how you fell in love with a middle school boy.
It sounds like your favorite song on repeat - save the fact that you'll never be tired of it.
It feels like smiling into your kisses and cuddling in a pillow fort.
It feels like being scooped off your feet regularly just for fun.
It's feeling yourself break into a grin whenever he is around.
It's the feeling of holding his face still and desperately trying to get him to stop fidgeting while you give him the eyeliner he asked for.
It's the soft checkered blankets and having a cute picnic only for him to convince you to ruin your hair and roll down a grassy hill with him.
It's being handled like a porcelain doll by a clumsy, excited, star-struck man.
It feels like knowing who you belong to, and that he's all yours too.
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Reblogs are appreciated ♡
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sunarinscat · 1 year
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(tw: scars, angst to fluff. inspired by this playlist)
When you learned that Izuku's scars were an insecurity of his you were taken back. The hues painted across his body were beautiful to you. He had gained them by protecting and defending those who couldn't protect themselves. He had amassed them as he fought to become a symbol of safety and peace, a beacon of light in a dark time for everyone. You hated the fact that he seemed to fall across harm's way wherever he went. But you could never hate the scars it left behind. You could only look at his beautiful form and wish you could have taken that pain for him.
So why was it that as you held him in your arms tonight, he asked with gentle tears and muted sobs how you could ever love him in his hideous body? Why was it that he confessed he felt disfigured and ruined, far to mutilated to be deserving of your love? Why was it that he believed his torn and battered figure wasn't good enough for you?
You could feel your own tears slip across your face as your gentle hands clasped his head and begged him to realize how beautiful he was. You brushed his hair out of his face and told him just how you saw him. You could hardly put it into words, the way you interpreted Izuku Midoriya, but you scrambled to explain it. Yes, his scars were beautiful, but he was so much more than the marks across his skin. In your eyes he was an angel. Out of desperation you finally choked out the words:
"Let me show you."
In the golden glow of the candlelight, you kissed every scar on his body. You took your time too, telling him exactly what you loved about him in between each one. Then you painted exactly what you wish you could've put into words.
Your brush smoothed across his patterned skin, as flowers bloomed down his back. Stars danced across his chest, and colors across his arms. An array of primroses, lavender, sunflowers, and daisies sprouted from each scar symbolizing the growth and the love they represented. He had loved people he never knew so much he had taken these scars for them, but somehow, he wasn't deserving of love? You had to undo that lie.
The brush tickled and the paint was cold, but he never complained. Instead, his soft sobs slowly turned to hushed laughter as he whispered across the room, telling you tales about where he had come by each mark. You learned about his days at UA and smiled as you thought about little Izuku training so hard to handle the power of his quirk. In the light his shoulders untensed and he leaned into your touch. He smiled and hummed as you painted, feeling the cool breeze brush through the curtains and across his colorful skin. With each brush stroke you dismissed his doubts, and watched as he slowly began to relax.
When you chirped that you were all done and led him to the mirror to see, tears sprung back to his eyes. He smoothed his fingers across the mural painted across his skin and traced each of the stars dotting his chest with his hands. He turned to you and drew you near, resting his hands on your jaw. He brought his forehead to yours and promised that as long as you would have him, he'd never let you go. You smiled into his touch, reveling in the feeling. You knew you'd be willing to have him as long as you lived. You matched your breath to his and rested quietly in his arms. Your fingers wandered over your work. He pulled away to watch you for a moment, before leaning back in to place a gentle kiss on your lips.
"I love you so much."
"I love you too Izu."
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sunarinscat · 1 year
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I hope you all find someone who gives you cute names and tells you it’s adorable when you do embarrassing things and hugs you when it’s early in the morning and makes you feel like you have a whole disneyland fireworks show going off inside your body and never ever lets you go 
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sunarinscat · 1 year
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This.
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sunarinscat · 1 year
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(Itto with a chubby s/o)
Itto knows everyone struggles with insecurities, but when he looks at you his seem to melt away. It's like a breath of fresh air, or the spray of an ocean mist on his face. His eyes fill with stars the minute he sees you and it's no wonder why. You are such a perfect contrast to his hard, battle worn, body and tough guy act for countless reasons.
Your smile is the most angelic sight in the world. When your eyes scrunch up, and your chubby cheeks pull your lips into a grin Itto notices the room light up. His gaze constantly travels to your pillowy skin, and he can't help but wear a dopey look as he squeezes it like dough between his hands. You're so soft and pretty you remind him of an angel. He feels so large, rough, and out of place, but being around you puts his mind at ease. It's almost like you balance him out. He believes your fat rolls are the most beautiful things in the world, and he adores the way your thighs bounce as you walk. He often kisses all the plush parts of your body just to show you how much he loves it, and he becomes entranced when you wear outfits that compliment your curves.
After a long day Itto likes to come home and rest his head in-between your thighs, on your tummy. His thumbs travel across your stretch marks and rub soft circles into your skin as he scrolls through his phone. He whines when you have to get up or make him stop because its 'tickles'. He doesn't care. He'll pull you back into bed and resume what he was doing with a playful smirk. When you're standing around doing anything he likes to come up behind you and grab at your love handles. He thinks they're the perfect spot for him to rest his hands and believes they were made specially for his grip. He'll lay his head on top of yours and stay like that as he sways you to the rhythm of his breathing. He mumbles in your ear bout’ how you were built for him and how precious you are, and sighs contentedly when you lean into his embrace.
Itto loves to spoon you. He likes curling around you and feeling you in his arms. He likes seeing you in comfortable clothes and pajamas because you look so cute. He thinks you look simply too sweet all comfy and tired, with your pretty thighs peeking out from under your big T shirt. If you sleepily tug at his hand and beg him to cuddle you, he will melt. Whisks you into his arms and away to bed, ignoring complaints of "I'm too heavy!" Because
a) you're not
and
b) for you he'd be willing to hold up the sky.
If he finds out your insecure about your body, he will be stunned because he finds your body to be the most perfect in the world. He's always taken on panromantic views, but when he fell in love with your figure there wasn't any other in Teyvat that could compare, and there never will be. He never wants you to change for anyone but yourself, and he adores you just the way you are.
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sunarinscat · 1 year
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i don’t know what else to say except that AI art is no longer simply a source of creativity or a wonder of human creation. it has become actively hostile and destructive toward the very thing it pretends to uplift and celebrate. it is void of any human element, any soul or ounce of emotion or self-expression. continuing to use AI art knowing that it comes from theft and robbing artists of their livelihood is disgusting. they need your support now more than ever. stop giving these thieves your money and admiration.
[Image descriptions courtesy of @cryptid-deity: a series of screenshots from Deb JJ Lee’s twitter, @ jdebbiel.
Image 1 is a tweet that reads, “this... this is fucking sad. I don’t know what to do.” Included with the tweet are two images; one is a screenshot from a private text message conversation, the other is a collage of AI generated art that was sent to Lee in the text conversation.
Image 2 is a screenshot of only the text conversation, which shows multiple messages that were sent to Lee. There is a collage of AI art, then a text message that reads, “Sorry to bother you. It looks like someone on an AI subreddit is making a custom model and it reminds me a lot of your work. He isn’t telling anyone where the images are being sourced from.” Following is another collage of AI art, followed by the message, “Here’s another one.” The last message is a link to the subreddit.
Image 3 is another tweet that reads, “Oh so it *was* me,” with the word ‘was’ between asterisks for emphasis. The tweet includes two screenshots from the subreddit.
Image 4 is one of the subreddit screenshots. It is a post that reads, “Dreambooth model release! Say hello to kurzgesagtish!” Under these lines is a Reddit message that reads, “Sorry, this post was deleted by the person who originally posted it.”
Image 5 is the other subreddit screenshot. This post reads, “Results I got with a custom dreambooth model.” This post has the same deletion message as the former.
Image 6 is another tweet by Lee, which reads, “For comparison, here’s my art vs artist. I’m gonna cry.” Included is a collage of 8 works by Lee, which frame a photo of them. They follow up this tweet with another tweet, which reads, “If I see anyone I know using AI Art, they are dead to me.” The tweet includes multiple comparisons between Lee’s original art and an AI generated art piece based on it, judging by the subjects, colors, and lines.
Images 7, 8, and 9 are the examples from Lee’s tweet.
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sunarinscat · 1 year
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Merry Christmas 🎄🫶
merry christmas to those who are celebrating 🥳 🎄✨
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sunarinscat · 1 year
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★ = angst ♡ = fluff ♦ = drabble
Genshin Impact:
Tohma
Tohma thinking about you ♦★
Childe
Relationship headcanons ♡
My Hero Academia:
Shinsou
Shinsou loves the winter ♡♦
Midoriya
Painting flowers on Izuku's scars ♡★
Haikyuu:
Kenma
Valentine's day ♡
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sunarinscat · 1 year
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Inspired by this, feel free to listen for a better experience.
Diluc yawned as he trudged into the kitchen. He'd had a long day at the tavern and was looking forward to a quiet evening together. He could hear water running, dishes clinking together, and your pretty voice humming a tune. He felt a lazy smile play at his lips when he saw you swaying your hips to the beat of a song and moving your hands in time as you washed the dishes. Slipping behind you silently, he brought his hands around your waist. He let his head fall to your shoulder, and you leaned into his touch, allowing him to peer at your work.
"Hey honey, how was your day?"
The feeling of his breath against you neck incited you to finish off the dishes. You set down the dish you were holding as he mumbled in your ear. Chuckling, you responded:
"I had a run in with a few slimes, but otherwise it was good."
You paused.
"Rough night at the tavern?"
Diluc sighed and turned you around to face him. He held your hands in his own as he dragged you to the middle of the room. He seemed tired and grumpy like a little toddler, and you had to keep yourself from giggling.
"Yeah."
He huffed.
You let a soft grin sit on your face as he brought your hands up to his shoulders and began gently swaying to the music. Your fingers began to massage the knots that rested there as you moved from side to side, feeling his hands drop back to your hips.
"You wanna order out tonight? We can get Good Hunter."
Diluc didn't reply but began humming along with the music instead. You felt his grip loosen as he exhaled. His eyes fluttered shut as the two of you moved across the room, and you felt him relax before finally responding.
"Just want to be here with you love."
Your smile grew as you closed the space between you, resting your head on his chest as you swayed. You listened to his chest rumble as he hummed and his heart beat. You hated to admit it but seeing Diluc like this always got you a bit flustered, even after all this time. You loved seeing this side of him, and you coveted it, praying you'd be the only witness.
"We can stay here as long as you'd like."
You practically melted into each other as you let the music slowly whisk you across the room. Time fell to the side as you danced. his hair brushed up against your cheek and tickled you slightly, but you didn't mind. You stayed like that for archons know how long before cuddling up on the couch, ordering out, and falling asleep watching tv together. Tomorrow's struggles could wait. For now, the two of you were at ease, resting in each other's arms.
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sunarinscat · 1 year
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(Can’t) get over this amazing artwork 😭
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(can’t) let go
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sunarinscat · 1 year
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random suna rintaro headcannons
what’s it? general allergen warning/s? n/a sugar level? 0.6k regulars? @hanayanetwork​
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♧ doesn’t like wearing suits because to him, they feel uncomfortable. sure, it feels a bit better after he sees how attractive he looks in one, but still. he’d rather not. likes all black suits though.
♧ owns a ton of those fluffy headbands because he doesn’t like it when his hair get in his face too much. he usually wears it when doing chores like cooking, cleaning and such.
♧ the biggest gossip girl. he’s quite introverted so he doesn’t get to chit chat with other people as much, but if he’s with a friend or with his partner,, boy you can bet sunarin has all the tea.
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