#siiigh ah well

[rexscanonwife]

Also for the record every time I see some rexsoka trash I'm putting one brea/rex drawing out into the world 😊🫶

#jane journals #vent #negative #siiigh #pinterest is honestly the worst culprit cause i cant exactly block tags #or if i can i dont know how 😮‍💨 #its also SO disappointing to go thru someones art tag when theyve got a rly cool style #ah well. im doing my part!!

[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: Cowboys

m Stoker: i've got a great story for you all tonight Koontz: dracula? Stoker: no dean it's not dracula Barker: you have other stories besides dracula? Stoker: Stoker: yes clive i do have other stories Barker: damn big if true!

Stoker: what are you implying clive? i have plenty of stories! Stoker: i'm not some one hit wonder like mary Mary Shelley: whoa there cowboy Shelley: maybe you wanna back that the fuck up? Stoker: i'm sorry mary, i didn't mean it Stoker: clive got me all riled up

Barker: tho bram does raise an interesting point Shelley: oh does he? does he raise an interesting point? and what would that point be clive? Shelley: think real careful before you answer Barker: i Shelley: real careful Shelley: real fuckin careful Barker: Barker: i withdraw the point

Shelley: i wrote plenty of stories Shelley: not my fault you lot only wanna hear frankenstein all the fuckin time Stoker: see? that's exactly what i'm saying King: ah jeez we're sorry guys King: it's just that, ya know… King: dracula! frankenstein! King: they're so iconic King: they just distract us from all the other stories that you guys apparently wrote

Stoker: that's better Stoker: i didn't JUST write dracula Stoker: i also wrote the lair of the white worm Barker: oh yeah we all remember THAT one Poe: clive

Koontz: do the song! Stoker: the song's not in the story Barker: oh but the song does slap Poe: dean loves the song Poe: we all love the song Stoker: Stoker: siiigh Stoker: [clapping, tapping foot] ohhhh john dampton went a-fishin', a-fishin' by the weir…

Stoker: you all remember the cowboy in dracula? King: of course! the cowboy was the best part! Stoker: well, what would you say if i wrote a story that was ALL cowboys? King: King: so like a western? Stoker: a what?

Stoker: submitted for the approval of the midnight society, i call this the shoulder of shasta Stoker: a rollicking romance of the old west starring city gal Esse Elstree and rootin' tootin' cowpoke Grizzly Dick- Barker: wait Barker: haha wait Barker: wait ha ha ha ha i'm sorry Barker: what was ha ha ha Barker: what ha ha ha ha

Barker: haha what was that name again ha ha Stoker: Grizzly Dick Barker: hoo ha ha ha oh my GOD Barker: ha ha ha Barker: edgar ha ha Barker: edgar don't you ha ha ha Barker: don't you have anything to say ha ha hoo Poe: cliiiivfffffppppphhhbbttttttahhaah ha ha

Stoker: what's so funny? Barker: nothinggggha ha ha Stoker: do you think there's something funny about Grizzly Dick? Barker: ha ha haaa

Stoker: Grizzly Dick is the best part of the story! Barker: ha ha haaaaaa Stoker: I love Grizzly Dick! Grizzly Dick is my favorite part! Stoker: my wife loves Grizzly Dick!! Barker: hahahahohgodi'mdying

Stoker: next you're going to act like there's something funny about Esse Elstree's stern governess Stoker: miss gimp Barker: HA HAH HAHAAAAA

Stoker: i'm not going to tell the story if you're going to laugh Barker: haha ok ok i'll stop Stoker: ok good Stoker: so anyway Grizzy Dick says Stoker: [ridiculous cowboy voice] "HOWDY PARDNA YIPPEE KAI YAY GIT ON A ROOTIN AND A TOOTIN-" Barker: AHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Robert E Howard: ain't nothin funny about this, hombre

#midnight pals #the midnight society #midnight society #stephen king #clive barker #edgar allan poe #dean koontz #mary shelley #bram stoker #robert e howard

[winterwhisperz-blog]

Hey me again ☾ ! Hope you're still up for asks cause I really like your writing & I got some ideas >:) (the obsession with this game is real yo). Do you think you could write something with a MC who enjoys cooking and testing recipes + making the LI taste their dish please ? 👀👉🏽👈🏽

We know Vere likes cooking too so maybe some interactions with him would be cute (Him and MC being an absolute menace in the kitchen but still managing to make a tasty meal bwahaha).

Thanks & have a great day <3

This came exactly at the right time— BRO THE WRITING SLUMP IVE BEEN IN?? Siiigh, it’s been tragic. (Also I get the brain rot, the hold this game has is crazy) also i’m so happy you like my writing 😭 and I hope you have a great day too !!

NOW

this did take me awhile because uHHHHH I don’t know anything about food. When I do remember to eat it’s usually cottage cheese and chocolate (not together, obviously- I’m not crazy 🥺)

SO

Here was my plan okay

I have a huge map in my room and I stared at it like this: 🧍🏻‍♀️ and picked about 17? Countries and put them in a spinning wheel. I chose a TS LI and then span said wheel—and whatever it lands on, MC a makes a dish inspired by the meals there (does that make sense ??)

I might’ve made it too complicated but it was fun-

Warnings: None, vere is just vere. Very possibly ooc, creative liberty.

Notes: Fluff, GN mc. Not proofread and finished at 1 am.

LES START WITH AIS

Ais(Boeuf bourguignon (Beef burgundy)

ALR SO, this was originally Vere’s, but I was having creative difficulties—so I changed this to Ais’. This dish is from France!

So, this one, I think Ais is already hanging out with you (he’s lonely ): )

He’s been having a ROUGH time okay, and so you decide to try out a new recipe on him

One you think he’d like.

Instantly, this man is sauntering into your kitchen, hugging you from the back as he watches what you’re doing. He’s quiet for the most part, just curious as you mix and add ingredients.

He snatches a few as well, and you let him until you’re going to be short on ingredients.

As you stop his hand from picking a chopped carrot, he looks nearly comparable to a scolded dog that was caught counter-surfing.

“Wait just a moment, I’m making this for you, you know.”

Smirking, he reaches for the carrot again. “Ah, should be allowed this then,”

As you swat you wooden spoon at his knuckles, he quickly steals one last carrot before offering his hands up in surrender.

You banish him to the counter, where he returns to watching, (he’s the pretty girlfriend that sits on the counter as you cook omg)

Once you’ve finished, you serve the red stew along with some boiled potatoes, placing it in front of the ever so patient Ais (who definitely didn’t find a way to sneak a bit more snacking in)

You eat in silence for awhile, before you notice how Ais’ eyes keep flickering to you. A brow furrowed.

“Something wrong? Does it taste funny? I thought I followed the recipe—“

He lightly shakes his head, swallowing a mouthful of the stew.

“No, not that. It’s…good, really good.”

“Then what’s the matter?”

He draws a hand over his chin, pondering his words. Or, deciding whether or not to say something. “There a reason you made it for me?”

You didn’t expect him to catch on. You commonly make things for him, for everyone, really. But today was different. Special. You had been noticing the drop in Ais’ mood, the added weight to his steps and the tiredness in his eyes. You made this in hopes to cheer him up, but also to see if it’d get him to talk about what was bothering him.

“You’ve just…you look like you’ve been having a bad day.”

He lapses back into silence, chewing on another spoonful. “I don’t want you to think you need to take care of me.”

You freeze, readying a retort before he continues.

“But…thank you.”

You stir your stew, swallowing. “You’re welcome.”

Another silence, before Ais chuckles. “Stew could’ve used more carrots though.”

WEEEEEEEEEE

He’s such a brat, I love him.

ALR, Now unto Leander !

Leander/Kjøttkaker (Meatballs) sided with Brunost(Brown cheese)

Alright, Leander got Norway. I was originally just going to go for meatballs, but then I saw this brown cheese ?? And though it’s not cheese cheese, I thought it’d be fun since Leander likes cheese platters.

You’ve been feeling rather ambitious lately, and decide to take on your biggest task yet: cooking for all the bloodhounds.

It didn’t seem like a bad idea, since you’ve always loved cooking for people. But it’s already proving to be a harder task than anticipated, as Eridia certainly doesn’t seem to be the home of the freshest ingredients.

One morning searching through rotten vegetables was enough to get you discouraged. You managed to find scraps of fresh-enough spices, but if you wanted more, it would come down to stealing from one of the richer streets. And you definitely weren’t in the mood for that today.

All you really wanted to do was take a bath and get that rotten smell off you.

Popping your back, you sigh before stepping into the bar, avoiding the bustle of the bloodhounds as you make for the stairs.

“MC!”

Turning around, you spot Leander, waving at you from the bar-counter. And that’s when you see crates of crates of vegetables, milk, cheese, and meat. Stunned, you walk over, fingers picking through the vegetables—they’re fresh, fresher than you expected from this place. And the meat, milk, cheese—

“How did you?—“

You had told Leander you wanted to make dinner tonight, before you left- you didn’t expect him to go looking for ingredients.

“—how did you get all these?” You finish, picking up a jar of pearly white milk.

Leander only smiles, leaning forward on the counter. “I know somebody. Will these be enough?”

Avoiding the truth, you had grown to expect that from him. If you had more energy you would’ve prodded. Instead, you put down the milk and run a bandaged hand across your face. “Yeah, I think so—well,” you glance around at the full tables of bloodhounds, all probably starved from work and life down in low-town. At your furrowing brows, Leander straightens, looking ready to March back out the door and come back with another crate.

“No, never mind. This is perfect, thank you.”

Thankfully, it was enough to manage. And with Leander’s help, you were able to go up to bathe as he watched over the food. To reward him, you decide to also make brown cheese. And though it’s not cheese cheese, it was enough to get Leander’s face to light up. Especially when he managed to convince you to unwrap your bandages and feed him a slice or two.

Though, you’re still rather confused on where he got everything 🤨 and why he didn’t get you earlier so you could’ve avoided searching through rotten veggies. Thankfully, your hard work also came with the entire bloodhounds seeing you as some holy entity after finishing dinner.

Kuras: Cōng yóubǐng (Scallion Pancake)

Kuras got China, and with this one—I was able to find a few videos on it. And now I want to eat it—though I cannot cook whatsoever <333

So so so so, with this one, I imagine you get the idea because like…people have brought this up before—but does Kuras even like…eat? Do angels…need to eat?

And maybe you notice how very little, or not at all he seems to eat. And how much he just -works- and goes off into places you can’t follow and comes back from the wastelands. Does he even sleep either?

So one day, you decide to make something for him. You’ve made things for others before, your friends, maybe family, before things went wrong. You don’t really know why you hadn’t made him anything before. But hey! Now’s better than never.

You settle on something not too filling, and something he could snack on during the day. Something he could take out to eat in between patients and with him wherever he goes and refuses to tell you.

Scallion pancakes. You wake up earlier than usual to make them, once finished, instantly rushing over to his clinic so they’re still warm when he eats them. The early morning sends a chill down your cheeks—shivering, you wrap the swathe of cloth holding the pancakes into your cloak, praying it doesn’t get cold.

You narrowly miss a patient exiting the door, looking dull and tired. You nod your head in acknowledgment before rushing inside. “Kuras?”

You find him in the process on shutting the door, golden eyes widening slightly in shock before softening. “MC, are you well?”

You nod, unraveling your cloak to reveal the swathe of cloth. “I…uh, made you breakfast.” Holding it out to him, you watch as his expression turns mildly perplexed. Warm hands closing over yours as he slowly takes it from you.

Like it’s some kind of curious artifact, he unwraps the cloth and stares at the stack of flakey pancakes. He lifts it to his nose, taking a few sniffs. Humming, he then gives you a small smile.

“It smells delicious.”

He then doesn’t eat it, instead, the silence stretches on as the two of you stand there. After a few moments, you awkwardly shift on your feet.

“Is there something the matter?” Kuras asks, tilting his head.

“I didn’t poison it, or anything,” You say, gesturing to the stack.

He lets out a small, quiet chuckle. “I would hope not.”

“So uhm…you can eat it.”

blinking, Kuras raises a brow, golden eyes piercing the dim light of morning. “Eat it?”

You nod, feeling more confused. He recovers quickly, slowly putting it to his mouth. Then someone sneezes behind you and you whip around to see a patient, red-eyed and sniffling.

By the time you turn back, Kuras is wrapping the pancakes back up. “I’ll be right with you,” he says, giving you a nod as his hand comes to your shoulder. “Thank you for bringing me Breakfast—are you in need of anything else?”

You blink, feeling a little frustrated. “No, that was all.”

Though it didn’t go as planned, later that day when hanging out with Ais, you hear about how when he was helping around the clinic, Kuras would take a few bites of a stack of some kind of garlic-smelling pastries.

You would receive a thank you note also requesting another stack the following day.

Mhin: Vitumbua (coconut rice pancakes)

Mhin, got Tanzania :D and with this, I wanted to find something still sweet since they like desserts! Thus, Vitumbua! Also these look so good, I want them so bad )): (I also wanted to add that there’s different kinds of these !! Made in different countries with different names and such, these are just specifically Tanzanian coconut rice pancakes.)

Also I apologize if this time around I seem more scattered-this writing slump is eating me alive 🤗

Okay okay, this one actually makes me so happy cause I think it’s cute- these are also kinda pancakes—and you made them for Mhin to take with them on their patrols.

Every moment making you think of them more.

How they’re doing, if they got enough sleep, if they’re even sleeping and not out killing soulless. You hope that somehow, these make things easier for them. And remind them how much you care. Especially since you’re losing sleep baking for them.

Once the heavy dark night is lifted into a sulking grey, you stack the rice pancakes into a box and head for outside.

Before Mhin can leave, you catch them, offering the cute little box, wrapped with bow and all. You had been up all night baking them, along with a caramel sauce to top it all off.

“What is this?” They ask, tentatively reaching for the box.

You scrub at your eyes, trying not to yawn. “Just a little something warm to remind you of me~” You sing-song, wiggling your brows at them. Chuckling as a blush skates across their pale face.

“I don’t…need anything,” they mutter, glancing away. Shy rays of morning light casting shadows over their features.

“Of course you don’t, but I thought you’d like it anyway.”

Grumbling, they hide the box in their cloak. “…Thanks.”

You cup a hand over your ear, humming. “Huh, what was that?”

“I said…thanks.”

“Hmm, sorry, seems something is plugging my ears!”

They clear their throat, “I said—“ they stop, eyes narrowing. “Don’t press your luck.”

Laughing, you fold your arms, trying to ignore the chill. “Alright, alright. If you end up wanting more, come get me okay? I can show you how to make them.”

They open their mouth, evidently going to ask what ‘them’ are, but you’re already heading back, stretching your arms over your head in a loud yawn. “Have fun on your patrol, say hi to the kitties for me!”

Once you’ve left, Mhin gives the box one more curious look before peeling open the lid. Inside, are ten golden, round pastries resting alongside a jar of bronze sauce.

Gingerly lifting one with their fingers, they take a slow bite. The chilly air of the dreary morning melting in a blooming sweetness. Swallowing, they feel a blush creep over their neck.

You were right, they really were warm.

Somehow, even when killing soulless, or after an annoying, unwanted conversation with Vere, one bite of the rice pancakes made them feel a bit lighter.

And, though they would never admit it, it reminded them of you.

Vere(Spaghetti/Caprese Salad)

So like I said with Ais, this was originally his— but I switched them. These dishes are from Italy!

Okay okay, so something I think would be really cute is Vere not only tasting your new recipes, but helping you to prepare it

Like for spaghetti sauce, maybe you prefer to peel your tomatoes first, and Vere, who was on his way to annoy you, caught the curious smell of fresh vegetables, (or fruit, since uhhh tomatoes) and spots you carefully peeling the ruby skin

Your face is locked in concentration, unknowingly sticking out your tongue as you gingerly avoid cutting your fingers.

It’s such a goofy expression Vere can’t help but stare at you with a hand covering his chuckles—until of course, he can’t resist the urge to scare the crap out of u 😇

Too caught in your work to notice anything amiss, Vere skulks closer until peering over your shoulder, lightly grazing his jaw over the side of your neck. He opens his mouth to whisper something in your ear but—

Taken by surprise, you yelp, squeezing the life out of the tomato you were peeling. It explodes over the both of you, shooting it’s guts very impolitely across your faces.

Vere reels back, a hiss of disgust escaping his lips as he blindly searches for something to clean the tomato remains off his face. He reaches for you and you swat him away.

“Idiot,” He seethes, finding an abandoned wash cloth.

“You were the one that scared me!”

“Still jumpy, hmm? I don’t know how you’ve lasted so long in this pig sty.”

Flicking tomato off your face, you snatch the wash cloth from his fingers. “With you constantly breathing down my neck? It’s a mystery to me too.”

Though you sound irritated, your hands still carefully reach for his face, gently wiping away the spots he missed. When he flinches, you soften your expression. “I forgive you. Come on, you got some on your neck.”

Slowly, but softly, Vere relaxes, though he still watches you with that same confused look he gives every time you offer affection.

It doesn’t take long for his fingers to caress your cheeks, sweeping off the tomato juice and then licking it off his fingers. Eyes taking on a devilish glint.

Hand it to Vere for making cleaning tomato guts off your face seem sensual

Eventually though, you do return to cooking. Vere helping you with peeling, chopping up basil, (sneaking extra spices into the sauce) and stirring the noodles.

Once everything is made, including an extra salad, you find a secluded spot to eat everything. Vere’s eyes watching your face the entire time.

“Do I still have tomato guts somewhere?” You ask, lifting a hand to check your cheeks.

Vere props his chin on his palm. “Did you know you stick your tongue out when you’re focusing?”

“I do not.”

“It’s so cute,”

“You’re just making stuff up so you can make fun of me.”

“I don’t have to make things up to do that, sweetheart.”

You toss your napkin at his face.

————-

Alr, we have reached the end. I am, so so sorry for taking two thousand centuries. Again, thank you so so much for the ask <3 though I took forever, these were fun !!

I hope you take a really good nap, eat your favorite snack, and try something new !! (Also you should totally search these dishes up, they all look so good !!)

#virtual novel #thanks for the ask! #answered asks #leander #kuras #mhin #ais #vere #touchstarved #touchstarved x reader #touchstarved game

[polyphonical]

Red Hot Island - Chapter 3

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Location: Starmony Dorms Kitchen

Chiaki: Munch munch… Gulp. Munch munch munchーー

Leo: Chew chew! Munch munch…Gulp! Gobble! [1]

Kaoru: …Wow, fast. It feels like I’m feeding stray cats.

Chiaki: Delicious! It’s delicious, Hakaze! So awesome~ I can’t believe you’re such a good cook!

Kaoru: Eh~?  I think it’s pretty normal though.

Even if I called myself a good cook, there are better cooks in the dorms. People like Shiina-kun or Souma-kun would get mad at me.

Chiaki: Don’t sell yourself short! I already envy you for being able to cook at all!

Leo: He’sh ritch! I neber had ‘neethin ash good ash thish ehgg bow! (He’s right! I never had anything as good as this egg bowl!)

Kaoru: Ah~ Well, first, you should swallow before you talk, Tsukinaga-kun.

Chiaki and Leo: Thank you for the meal!

Kaoru: Yeah, don’t worry about it~

Leo: Wahaha☆ I’m back to life! From the depths of hell, I lived, world! The world is shining brightly!

If it weren’t for Morisa~ and Kaoru, I’d be in big trouble! The world would be in a crisis from losing a genius like me! Crisis averted! Thanks!

Chiaki: Eh? The world would be in a crisis…? It’s hero-like to save the world itself, isn’t it…?!

Oh! I didn’t do much, but I’m glad to hear a global crisis has been averted! That’s what being a hero is! Fuhahaha☆

Leo: As expected of a hero! Wahahaha☆

Kaoru: I think I’m pretty good at getting into the flow of things but… Getting into this convo with Moricchi and Tsukinaga-kun sounds like a hassle.

Leo: What’s a hassle!? You know, communication and singing are what connect this world together!

Fine! If talking is too much, then let’s just sing! Cuz, singing is universal!

Kaoru: No no, it’s fine, we’re fine communicating the way we are!

Chiaki: By the way, Tsukinaga, why were you passed out in the hallway?

Leo: Ah, right! I was too focused on composing… Before I knew it, I totally forgot to eat and change my clothes.

Chiaki: I see! So, it was just like we thought.

Kaoru: So, since you came out of your room, you finished writing the song?

Leo: Yeah. I finished writing, so I thought I’d come to the kitchen and get something to eat… But, after I left my room, I have no idea what happened.

Chiaki: Then, you left your room, but ran out of energy.

Kaoru: And after that, Moricchi saw you. It’s a good thing he found you early.

Eichi: Sigh…

Leo: Huh? What’s with that guy? He’s just standing at the kitchen entrance and sighing.

Chiaki: Eh? Ah, it’s Tenshouin. He really is standing there. What’s the matter?

Leo: Ah. He sat at the end of our table.

Eichi: Siiigh…

Chiaki：? Tenshouin, what’s――

Kaoru: (Whispering) Wait, wait, Moricchi stop!

Chiaki: (Whispering) Huh? What’s wrong? What’d you stop me for…?

Kaoru: (Whispering) Moricchi, I know you’re a good guy and all, but… You shouldn’t get involved with people like him.

Chiaki: (Whispering) But… It sounds like something is really bothering him. I would feel bad if I left a friend when I knew something was troubling him.

Kaoru: (Whispering) No, but, think about it carefully. It’s Tenshouin-kun??

(Whispering) No matter how you look at it, he’s obviously acting suspicious. It’s clear he wants us to go up to him and ask, “What’s wrong?” It’s like he’s screaming “pay attention to me~”

(Whispering) If it was a girl, I’d definitely think it was cute though~ But it’s just Tenshouin-kun…

(Whispering) And it’s not like he wants our attention because he’s bored either. I’m sure he’s up to no good.

Chiaki: (Whispering) No good? No way, it can’t be. Is it that unthinkable that Tenshouin could have a problem like any other person?

Leo: (Whispering) That’s sweet, Morisa~. That guy is like a panda, see?

Chiaki: (Whispering) A panda? That’s nice~ A panda rolling around… Cute!

Leo: (Whispering) Right, it’s sweet! Even though he may look harmless, a panda is still just a grass-eating bear! He’s going to attack us if we approach him!

Chiaki: (Whispering) A bear… I don’t think he’s that harmful though.

Eichi: …… Siiiiiighhhhhh…

Chiaki: Aah it’s no use! I can’t leave him alone…!

Tenshouin, what’s wrong? What’s troubling you?

Leo: Ahh, idiot!

Kaoru: Ah… He couldn’t hold back any longer and asked him…

Eichi: Hello, Chiaki. I’m having a little bit of trouble. Could you listen to me for a bit? I’d love to talk to you about it……♪

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They are literally just making the onomatopoeias for these sounds I didn't wanna just write out the sfx of them eating so...

#ensemble stars #enstars #ensemble stars translation #enstars translation #kaoru hakaze #eichi tenshouin #chiaki morisawa #leo tsukinaga #polyphonical #red hot island

[arleniansdoodles]

The Path to Wude: Sparing Yang

Here’s the final boss! Technically, he’s based on the earth element, so why did I draw a tree? In all honesty, I thought it’d be fitting since it’s where they have their final fight, but now that I think about it, I feel like I should’ve gone with a different in-game environment instead siiigh Ah well!

I have the most to say about Yang out of all the bosses, I think XDD I find the MC’s dynamic with Yang the most intriguing, partly because it has a familial aspect to it that I enjoy! As students under the same Sifu, they were considered brothers; before things went bad, Yang believed they were family; and he also taught the MC a lot when the latter was a child. In a way, I imagine Yang is the last family that the MC has left.

Yang has also lost family too, which adds to his moral greyness imo: it’s mentioned that he had a wife and daughter, and through bits and pieces in the lore, I’ve come to assume that they had a terminal illness, or something like that, and passed away. Yang wanted to use a magical talisman to save them, but the MC’s father, who guarded the talisman, refused to let him use it.

Following the game’s prologue, a bitter and vengeance-fueled Yang returned to defeat Sifu and steal the talisman. He later founded the Sanctuary, a healing centre for the terminally ill and troubled, and his boss level. Interestingly, it’s said that all those who enter the Sanctuary are freed of what they were burdened with. Following the spare option, one can say that the MC was healed / freed of their burdens after entering the Sanctuary to confront Yang.

One more thing that really tugs at my heartstrings with these two: I theorize that Yang revived the MC in the prologue using the immortality pendant. Later on, during the spare option, the MC is defeated by Yang’s fatal strike, only to be revived again when Yang returns the pendant to them. I like to imagine that Yang couldn’t let the last of his family go, either.

#art #my art #sifu #sifu game #sifu fanart #sloclap #kung-fu #wude #fanart #fantasy #illustration #fantasy illustration #portrait #chinese writing #chinese characters #chinese seal script #man i just want more sifu story content #give me a dlc with more backstory on the mc and bosses or something #so i can draw more fanart for this game lmaoo

[about-faces]

OHHHHHH YEAH BAYBEE! TWO-FACE'S ACTUALLY IN TODAY'S ISSUE OF DETECTIVE COMICS! Albiet, he's like only in one panel... BUT STILL! That's something!

Very sadly I couldn't find a store near me with the 1:25 cover. ;^; I wanted to treat myself to a gift today on my birthday, but ah well. The normal cover is fine too. Just... Siiigh.

In any case, I haven't actually gotten around to reading today's issue, but Two-Face seems to be working with The Vigil...? I'll be honest, if Two-Face/Harvey are in The Vigil, that would guarantee me continuing to pick up issues of it! Lol

Y'know, I was WONDERING if Harvey might be involved with the Vigil in some capacity when he was on the cover of their appearance issue of 'Tec, dancing with a mysterious masked woman, but I just chalked that up to wishful thinking on my part. I haven't actually read the Vigil's current ongoing series yet, but apparently I'm gonna need to get on that soon! Hopefully it'll help pass the long three months (!) until we get the next issue of 'Tec.

[sweetfirebird]

I saw you mention headaches? I was having some pretty horrible headaches earlier this year (not sure if it was a side effect of something else, ie post covid, but did find something that helped). Vinpocetine, which helps the blood flow to the brain, and really helped with my headaches. I'd never suggest taking something w/out doing research but I believe it's fairly safe & worth a try. Nothing else was touching my headaches

Ah. One of my many weird issues as I get older. I wouldn't call them migraines... I mean, they might be, but they seem milder than most people's migraines. I don't throw up or anything. Different then my sinus headaches which is... well you can't really help your sinuses. Even if you have the sprays and humidifiers and such, sinuses sometimes just... do that. Brief exposure to just the right allergen/irritation and your sinuses decide to be dicks.

These are... I used to think they were tension headaches. Then I thought it was salt, which it still might be. Heavily salted foods and I are not friends (siiigh). But I think I have narrowed down the biggest trigger, and it is, unfortunately. soy sauce. Which they tell me is fairly common actually. Fermented foods in general in large enough amounts are headache triggers for many people, and I fucking love soy sauce. Sigh. I am never allowed to eat anything I want as I get older. lol Thankfully I don't like beer and red wine to me tastes like a gross dry oak barrel.

Anyway. This last headache was from eye strain and from not eating.

BUT it sounds like your stuff is a vasodilator (cannot spell and won't look it up rn) and my old professor who got migraines used to say, if she caught it in time, if she felt the migraine coming on, she could pound a bunch of hot sauce (she used to put it in a V8 I guess) and it would weaken the headache so much. Which I guess, if you get those blood vessels open, it probably does help. idk

#health stuff #asks

[kaiyeti]

Ambrosius: Okay. So what horrid abomination are you going to ask me to make tod- Oh its you. This is a surprise.

Cinder: I would assume so.

Ambrosius: What’s the reason you summoned me?

Cinder: You can create anything right? Even living flesh?

Ambrosius: Siiigh, I hate having to keep telling people this but I can’t bring back the dead.

Cinder: This fine. *Removes her eye patch and holds up her grimm arm.* I want you to make me a new arm and eye that Ruby Rose destroyed.

Ambrosius: Interesting. Hehe, Do you have a reference?

Cinder: ... For and arm and an eye?

Ambrosius: Yes. You don’t want one that is too big or small do you?

Cinder: Just copy my right side and make it for my left just a mirror image of it.

Ambrosius: Okay. That covers the outside but what about the inside?

Cinder: Are you Serious!? You made that robot into a human and you-

Ambrosius: Her name was Penny and she was one of the most brilliantly made creatures I have ever seen. So you what be wise to show some respect towards her. *The spirit said in a serious tone.* Besides, her friends gave me her blue prints.

Cinder: Fine. *Pulls out her scroll and shows he detailed anatomy sketches* There. Now make me my new arm and eye!

Ambrosius: Very well. *He said and began to move her hands as his powers activate.*

Cinder: *Cinder blind as he field of vision widen as a smile grew on her face.* It’s... It’s working! It’s actually Wor-ah. WHat? WhAH! WHAT’ HAPPEEEAAAH! *Cinder screamed as a new human arms began to form from her stomp and around the grimm arm causing the arm to become disformed.* STOP! STOP! STOP! 

Ambrosius: No need. I am finished.

Cinder: NO YOU ARE NOT! *she hissed in agony* YOU MADE MY NEW ARM OVER MY GRIMM ARM!

Ambrosius: Well that’s on you. Honestly I don’t know why you asked for this when the next thing I create your new arm and eye will just disappear.

Cinder: W-WHAT!? GRRRR!! BUT YOU MADE THAT GIRL HUMAN AND THE PORTALS! GODS THIS HURT MORE THAN WHEN THE SILVER EYES BITCH DESTROY IT!

Ambrosius: Yes. But I made Penny’s new body from her old one without creating any new material. So unless you can give me the things I need to-

Cinder: THE GRIMM!

Ambrosius: Excuse me?

Cinder: MRRRRR! Use the grimm inside of me to fix your fuck up!

Ambrosius: Are you sure about that?

Cinder: JUST DO IT! *In pain she watched the spirit shrug and work his magic once again and with a flash of light the pain left Cinder’s arm and as she looked down she sees her arm restored.* Ha... Haha.. Hahahahaha! It would!

Ambrosius: Of course. Though, question? What was that light?

Cinder: What?

Ambrosius: The light that came out of you? It was magic but what was it for? A gift for your boss to keep the grimm from destroying you?

Cinder: ... *Tries to summon her blade but nothing happens.* ... No...  NononononoNONONONONONO!!

~Meanwhile~

Blake: I don’t think that is safe to eat Ruby.

Ruby: It looks okay. *looking over a odd looking fruit*

Weiss: Ruby. Its glowing.

Ruby: And?

Yang: I say go for it. WHo knows you may get super powers.

Ruby: Bet. *eats the fruit*

Blake: WHy would you say that knowing that would make her want to eat it more?

Yang: Calm down. Small would let us know it it was- *There is a sudden gust of wind and flashing light as Yang, Blake, and Weiss Look back at Ruby how is now floating in a cyclone with flaming silver eyes.*

Ruby: @O@ GUYS! GUYS! YOU HAVE TO TRY THIS!

#rwby #rwby ambrosius #cinder fall #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long

[paleparearchive]

Makeup's Hard!

Monet's Halloween 2★ story (1/1)

Location: atelier 3 (morning) ; Renoir, Monet, Sisley & Bazille's room | Characters: Monet, Renoir, Sisley, Bazille, Van Dyck, Rubens, Aoi/MC

Monet: How cool of the owner to send us costumes for the Halloween parade!

Aoi: Fufu, that's right. … Ah, since we're here, why don't we have an unveiling party for everyone to try on the clothes as well?

Monet: Oooh, nice! Even the clothes alone seem to give off a certain vibe.

Rubens: Araaa! Leaving other things aside, Monet-chan, you need to make sure your makeup is right, don't you!?

Monet: Uh, why so!?

Rubens: Because when you talk about "Frankenstein", it's a costume that includes the face, of course!

Monet: I-Is that so…?

Rubens: Leave this to me! Tony, can you help me with this?

Van Dyck: Yes, teacher! Tell me anything!

Rubens: Fufu. Thank you. Let's put our skills to work and create the best Frankenstein♪

Monet: Wai… I'm not a toy, okay!?

Rubens: It'll be fine, it'll be fine♪ Aaaah, I'm so exciteed!

Van Dyck: C'mon, be quiet and stay out of Teacher's way, Monet.

—

Monet: Oooooh! This is so Frankenstein!! Soooo cool…!

Rubens: Fufufu. Of course. We did the makeup. It's a pretty work, right, Tony?

Now, let's give everyone else a little makeup too♪

Van Dyck: Whaat, you're going to go out of your way to do all the makeup for them?

Rubens: Isn't it obvious? You need to have a beautiful face to be in the parade.

Well then, let's go, Tony!

Van Dyck: A-As expected from you, Teacher…! I will always follow you!

Monet: H-Hey…! Don't leave me with this face!

And they're gone… What am I gonna do now with this?

—

Monet: …

Aoi: Huh? What's wrong, Monet-kun? Everyone has already changed into their regular clothes…

Monet: No, it's… Both Rubens-san and Van Dyck were satisfied with the makeup and went away. What am I supposed to do with this face…

Aoi: Hahaha… I see. Wait a minute, I'll go get the makeup remover.

Monet: Makeup remover? Can't I just scrub it off?

Aoi: No you can't, it's not good for your skin. It also contains ingredients that remove the oil from the pigment.

Monet: O-Ooh… Thanks, director!

—

Monet: Siiigh… It's tough bein' a girl.

Bazille: … What is it, so suddenly? Do you have a fever?

Monet: No I don't! Did ya see my Frankenstein's makeup today? It was really, really hard to get that off!

Bazille: Ah, so that's how it is. Yes, it must've been hard to remove that makeup.

Renoir: Fufu. It's important for you to know how hard it is for the ladies. Nice experience, Monet.

Monet: What part of it was nice... Rubens-san and Van Dyck did whatever they wanted to me.

Renoir: Hahaha, sorry, sorry.

Sisley: But your makeup looked nice on you, so I think it was good.

Monet: Right!? It was hard work, but that was cool, yeah… But hey, I know what I figured out this time!

Bazille: … You figured out? What did you figure out?

Monet: I'm gonna start tellin' girls they shouldn't put on makeup! If it's that hard, they definitely shouldn't be wearin' makeup!

Three people: …

Renoir: Fufu. Even though I understand how hard it is, it seems you're not quite ready to understand how girls feel…

#palette parade #palette parade tl #palepare #palepare tl #card tl #card translation #translation #monet #claude monet #2★

[pesterloglog]

Jake English, Roxy Lalonde

Act 6, page 5805-5814

GT: Roxy?

GT: Rox! What is she saying?

GT: Talk to me roxy!!!

GT: Please dont leave me hanging here.

GT: I cant take it i cant bear having two of my closest chums hate me and then having you shut me out on top of that!

TG: ok sheesh jake calm ur microshorts

TG: im here

GT: Ah there you are.

GT: Im sorry for being a pest but i just see jane there pecking away at conversations with you and dirk and it feels like youre all kind of leaving me behind.

TG: no jake nobodys doin that

GT: Ok yeah im probably being paranoid...

GT: But ive done such a bangup job of alienating my other friends.

GT: So youre the only one i can talk to for now.

GT: Wait i havent alienated you yet have i?

TG: nah dont worry we are still humanated

GT: Are you really sure roxy? Are you sure youre not just trying to spare my feelings?

GT: You can be honest with me! If you hate me now too please just say so.

TG: SWEET GUY FIERIS FAT LAUGHING GHOST JAKE

TG: no i dont hate you i promise youre still my bro god dammit!

GT: Ok. Phew!

GT: Then talk to me!

TG: um

TG: about what

GT: I dont know. Anything! What are you talking about with jane?

TG: my drinkin problems

GT: I see.

GT: Would you like to talk about them with me? Maybe i could help!

TG: damn jake

TG: like

TG: that is cool and appreciated in theory?

TG: but this is some kinda heavy shit 4 me

TG: i rly dunno if i can do double duty on my alcoholism with you and jane simultaneously

GT: Oh. Yeah thats probably not the best way to go.

TG: yes prolly not

GT: Sooo then. What else is there we can chew the old fat about?

GT: Really bond over together in an emotionally fulfilling manner?

TG: dag you are an extra silly guy

GT: Well??

TG: dunno j why dont u tell me what youre thinkin an we go from there

GT: Alright.

GT: So. That sure was a doozy of a kiss you gave dirk there huh?

TG: LOL fuck

TG: yeaaaahhh

GT: How was it?

TG: it was

TG: uuuummmmm

GT: Go on!

TG: it was fuckin INAPPROPRIATE!!!!!

TG: and yet

TG: and yet.........

TG: omg it was so choice

TG: but wrong!

TG: wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong

GT: I dont know. It seemed innocent enough to me.

GT: What was so wrong about it?

TG: a whole host of things...

TG: not sure in how much detail i wanna spell out why exactly it wasnt cool

TG: but like

TG: jake ur a pretty simple guy and i mean that as <3ways as possible

TG: it just wasnt right

GT: No disagreement there. But like i said im here to talk about whatever you feel like.

TG: ok see this is just another embarrassing thing from my past

TG: when i was more out of control

TG: with dirk i was just

TG: waaay too aggressive

TG: i hassled him all the time

TG: pretty much every day just like he said

TG: about

TG: me and him

TG: like

TG: GETTING MARRIED AND HAVING BABIES!!!!!!!!!!!

TG: U KNO LAST MALE & FEMALE ON EARTH OOH HES A HUNK! IS DREAMZ COME TRU TIME 4 REPOPULATE!!!

TG: yeah

TG: so not cool lookin back on it

TG: and i had no excuse i always knew he was just

TG: SUCH a gay dude

TG: and i guess maybe hitting on a guy who dont like girls once or twice maybe is alright or even flattering but after so long it was probably just pissing him off or messing with his head or something

TG: it def wasnt what he wanted to hear from a friend

TG: let alone day in and day out through garbled drunktexts

TG: so when i fuckin harassed him into kissin me...

TG: it just brought back some low rent shit i thought we put behind us

TG: just another way i completely humiliated myself in front of him

GT: So is that why you cant talk to him now?

TG: mmmmmmmm hmmmmmmm

GT: I certainly have no trouble relating to that.

TG: yep

TG: i dont even know why really

TG: hes like taciturn to the max about everything

TG: but theres somethin about him

TG: that just makes it hurt to feel like you let him down

GT: You really love him dont you?

TG: siiigh

TG: yeah jake i guess

TG: the answer is

TG: a categorical unapologetic fucking 'yeah'

TG: but

TG: i dont think that was much a secret

TG: and the fact that it was so LOUDLY not a secret exemplified my stupidity on the matter

GT: Its fair to say i never came close to feeling as strongly about him as you.

GT: I envy you actually. Ive actually worried at times that i just wasnt capable of feeling that way about anyone.

GT: And maybe thats why i was just meant to be alone.

TG: ehh you aint missin much

TG: love is a brutal shitninja w/ turds 4 nunchucks

TG: be grateful that stank ass motherfuckers flippin out nowhere near you

GT: I noticed you nearly slipped that wedding ring on his finger!

TG: oh GOD

TG: that ring

GT: You almost scooped my boyfriend out from under me in one fell proposal.

TG: oh DID i

TG: from under u eh? ;)

GT: Wait. No i mean...

TG: ;););););) wonks 4 eternity

GT: WHOA NOW WAIT A MINUTE!

TG: easy dude just messin

GT: Oh.

GT: Ha ha ok.

TG: man

TG: that ring tho

TG: what happened to it do you remember?

GT: Not really.

TG: god damn it

TG: must of lost it when i was a FUCKING trickster

TG: sflkjfslkfj

TG: *shakes fist @ all trxstrs*

GT: Did you need it for something?

TG: need it?

TG: not really

TG: i just really liked that ring

TG: kinda spoke to me in a way

TG: hehe

TG: want to know something lame?

GT: Yes.

TG: the moment i first saw that ring

TG: i was like in my head

TG: thinkin

TG: some day i want to give that ring to the person i marry

TG: whoever that is

GT: Daw.

GT: Thats not lame thats nice.

TG: nah its pretty lame but w/e

TG: shows what sorta one track mind i got

TG: god i am obsessed with findin somebody to kiss arent i

TG: it is rly quite pathetic

TG: although the funny thing is the ring turns you invisible

TG: which might be my subconscious telling me something about my lovelife

TG: like i find a guy of my dreams

TG: slip it on his finger

TG: and POOF he disappears!

TG: bye bye hubby

TG: o well dont matter

TG: the ring is gone

TG: and with it so too

TG: are my lame, lame dreams ;(

#homestuck #jake english #roxy lalonde #homestuck act 6 #page 5805 #page 5806 #page 5807 #page 5808 #page 5809 #page 5810 #page 5811 #page 5812 #page 5813 #page 5814 #homestuck act 6 act 5 #homestuck act 6 act 5 act 1 x2

[thewayoftheriver]

“ Alright, good morning “

“....Hugh? “

“ Take it easy, you’re at the health office. Can you look at the light for me? “

“ Ooofk… “

“ Good, can you tell me your ID? “

“ Yesh, huh, O126…6…huuuuuuh…”

“ R “

“ Ah yah, R33…”

“ I neverr underrstood why chey put letterrz in the middle of numberrz… so i alwayz rread it az a nine. ”

“ Mmmh, you probably have mild dyslexia that wasn’t detected at childhood. It’s not going to get better with only one eye I’m afraid. “

“ Oh…”

“ Don’t be sad, at least you’ll have something interesting for others to look at. Do you remember what happened? “

“ Yah, it exploded when I waz working on it… huuh… che terrminal of che rroom 4577 someching…we couldn’t stop the overrload… ”

“ It was 45TT561 but yes. Thankfully it was a small electric explosion so you had half of your face fried but your brain should have suffered no real damage. “

“ Oh so I’m not in trrouble? ”

“ No, you will be rehabilitated to go back to work in 24h. And as a compensation for your hard work and your injuries, the state will provide you a wife... “

“ Oh wow a wife? ”

“ Don’t get your hopes up, for low ranking workers like us they only give the old models that they don’t want anymore. “

“ You got a wife too doc? ”

“ *sigh* Yes. They give one to me for… the passion I put in my work. “

“ How iz it like ? ”

“ What? “

“ How iz it like to have a wife ? I’ve hearrd it’s like having anocherr half of yourrself.. ”

“ Well… You will definitely never feel alone again, so yes. It feels like you got sewed to it. “

“ Chat sounds amazing… ”

“ *siiigh* Not as much as you think I’m afraid. Can you walk? “

“ Ha yesh… Huh I’ll be leaving?  ”

“ Yes but let me write my ID and where to find me. You should come see me if there is any complication and go directly to me, don’t pass by the reception ok?  “

“ Oh… OH, yeah ok , thank you very much!  ”

“ Don’t mention it. “

#TheWayOfTheRiver #The Worker #5 #6

[former-proffessor-and-policeman]

"The ai was planning on picking him up, why he'd do it that way I have absolutely no idea."

"Its sick in the head that's why!"

"Moving on, after that ag continued to throw a fit and pretty much threw himself in his lil pocket space?"

"Pocket space..?"

"Its a bit complicated, but a pocket space in this case is an area one specific ai can use in some cases other ai's or alter ego's can enter that space too."

"I still don't get it too well, I guess you can tell me more later."

"Of course i'd be more than happy to."

"As nice as that sounds..Shiina I have to ask you focus on work more now that theres two threats ongoing, especially that project."

"Wait seriously!? But I still haven't figured out how that crystal works!"

"Then make it a priority, we need all the help we can get right now."

"*siiigh* Right. Got it. Oh well I guess you can just watch me work yuki."

"So is that everything?"

"Oh uh actually there is something else..."

"what is it kisa?"

"Ah well...Yuri actually came by a bit before everything happened, and..apparently colin ran away..?"

"He ran away..!? Did yuri say why!?"

"apparently he had a big fight with someone named nadia..."

"What could have possibly happened that caused a twelve to thirteen year old to run off!?"

"*sigh* I suppose it doesn't matter, i'll help search when I can."

"So aside from that is there anything else we need to know?"

"..."

"..."

"well is there something they need to know?"

"...I-"

Before sora could finish the hotel door opened

#~a wise flame: rei mekaru~ #~a better copy: ai kisa~ #~birds eye: shiina yusa~ #~burnt clover: yuki maeda~ #~a sassy girls mother: minako tomori~ #~amnesiac moonstone: sora~ #~fighting for justice: tsurugi kinjo~ #Despairful Truth Event

[arlenianchronicles]

Whelp the recent installment of the @allthatglittersisnotgoldrush AU really intensified my feels for Finrod and Beren.

So here’s a practice sketch of them! I wanted it to look like an old photograph (which may become a running theme with my future fanarts XDD). I also wasn’t sure what Beren’s canon look is, only that his tribe in-story originated from the Pacific NW. So I thought I’d go a bit vague for now until I can cement his design.

Part of me likes the initial sketch more (especially Finrod’s face loll), so here it is as a bonus:

#yaayy more hugs #i'm trying not to stress while waiting for word on getting my instagram account back #siiigh ah well #gotta hope for the best! #like what these two are doing currently XDD #art #my art #tolkien #silmarillion #fanart #gold rush au #finrod #beren #elves #noldor #edain #house of beor #friends #friendship #hugs #portrait #i always treasure installments that focus on the beren-luthien and beren-finrod dynamics #i have a feeling we'll see some finrod-luthien stuff soon! #and if not then i'll just wait and see hahaa ^^;;

[chihomichannel]

i wish you all the happiness in the world

| pairing: oikawa tooru x short female! reader | summary: In which you loved each other for all this time but timing was never on your side | genre: angst, fluff, suggestive, kinda smut but not really | warnings: MANGA SPOILERS, cursing, alcohol, NOT EDITED ‘cause i’m tired | word count: 6964 words | a/n: hi hi! this is my first haikyuu ff. hope you like it! ヾ(＠^∇^＠)ノ i have to say though, i’m not really satisfied with this smh. it’s more like a summary of an entire fanfic i’ve thought for oikawa siiigh. this also was kinda rushed by the end ‘cause i wanna post it already jhbksdjna

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You treasure your time back in childhood. Whenever you think back to those days, you would be reminded of the times you spent with Oikawa and Iwaizumi by your side. Still young and ignorant to the world other than your own little bubble, you played around and made memories that even years later, you could still remember what you felt back then. What it felt like to pull on your sister’s hair and the terror that went with it, what it felt like to accidentally injure yourself after you tried copying that one commercial you saw on TV, what it felt like to trip over your own feet as you dived head first to receive a ball for the first time - and with all those times of stupidity and utter fun, Oikawa and Iwaizumi was always there. You don’t even remember the first time you met them. All you knew was that they were already a part of your life for as long as you could remember.

You and Oikawa are next-door neighbors and Iwaizumi lives just right around the corner by the end of the street. For everyday that passed by, you three were always joined at the hips. You can’t even remember a time in your childhood that you weren’t with either of the two. Or maybe it was because it was so long ago that you don’t remember everything now that you’re a bit older.

But a distinct memory of Oikawa forcing both you and Iwaizumi’s pinkies to his as he shouted in promise “Someday, we’ll make it all to nationals!” Nationals. What a fancy word for such young dreamers.

But hence, when you reached the age of kindergarten, your parents made it a mission and a promise to always, always enroll the three of you in the same school. They thought your friendship was cute and special. Even everyone in the neighborhood found your little group endearing. They could never imagine one without the other two or either of the bunch. You would always be three and that would never change. At least that was the ideal reality that everyone imagined for you three.

Though that ideal friendship remained true for years and years. But in your final year of middle school, that was when everything shifted its course.

It was when Oikawa and you were alone in between the two gyms that separated the boy’s volleyball team and the girl’s volleyball team. You were a setter, a genius setter. And during that time, you didn’t know the animosity Oikawa held towards genius volleyball players. So when he told you “You’re a really great setter” And with the small smile accompanied by those fluttering words, a great wave of pride swelled in your chest to hear such a comment from such a great setter, a tinge of pink painted across your cheeks.

You let out a small shy “Thank you” Your eyes stuck on the ground with your hair hiding your reddening cheeks. You didn’t notice the slight quirk in the corners of his smile. Too busy with your head in the clouds, you failed to notice the envy that flashed through his dark chocolate-brown eyes.

While you were busy pining over your new realized feelings, Oikawa was also busy over his conflicting feelings for you. You were his friend, his best friend along with Iwaizumi. So why does he harbor so much jealousy towards you? It was him who got you into volleyball in the first place. It was him who dragged you out of bed every morning for as long as he could remember just to play volleyball. But seeing you do so much better than him, even when he would never face you on the court, he couldn’t help but feel insecure in your presence.

He thinks he could do more, be better and surpass every living genius in the world of volleyball. He wants to be the best. He needs to be much much better. And with the green-eyed monster controlling his need to be the best, without knowing it, he held a resentment against you.

And you, none the wiser of your friend’s bitterness towards you, you found more reasons to be around Oikawa more. More than you already do. Which to be honest did not help calm the growing storm Oikawa harbors in his heart. You always just seem to be everywhere and seeing you always reminds him of what he’s lacking. Feelings of guilt, envy and your sudden overwhelming presence is what drove him to finally snap. To finally pull the trigger and kill whatever’s left of his fondness towards you.

Iwaizumi had told you that Oikawa has been pushing himself much more than normal. Oikawa has been losing his cool and Iwaizumi has explained the pressure, the constant need to be better and the inferiority Oikawa feels towards players like Kageyama and Ushijima. But neither you nor Iwaizumi knew you were one of those Oikawa felt inferior to.

So one late afternoon, the sun has set and the sky is minutes away from dark. Hours after classes were dismissed and the rest of the players had been sent home, you entered the boy’s volleyball gym alongside Iwaizumi to see that Oikawa is still hell-bent on practicing.

You frowned. You could see how exhausted he was but still, he stood on his two feet, determined. Before you could even call out his name, Kageyama caught your attention as he made his way to his senior “Oikawa-san, please teach me how to serve”

As if something inside him snapped in half, Oikawa’s hand flew towards Kageyama only for Iwaizumi to catch his arm in time “Get a grip you moron!” Stunned silence echoed through the gym, only heavy breaths and wide eyes spoke volumes of what just happened. “I’m sorry” Oikawa relaxed and Iwaizumi let him go. But his eyes, he was just as shocked with his actions as much as everyone was.

“Kageyma, I’m sorry but we’re done for the day” Iwaizumi’s spoke and with that, Kageyama walked away, eyeing Oikawa warily as he passed him by.

“Tooru?” Your voice caught his attention. You being there sent him in overload and before he could stop himself, before Iwaizumi had the chance to stop the words that flew out of Oikawa’s mouth, he snapped once again. But this time, there was no stopping it.

“You!” He bellowed, you flinched “I hate you! I hate you and your presence and everything that is you!”

“Huh?” “Wha-? OI!”

“-Why are you always everywhere? Why do you have to be a part of my life? You’re always in my eyes! You’re always there and I am sick of it!” Oikawa huffed, tears brimming on his eyes. You’re already crying.

“You like me don’t you?” 

He knows

“-Well I don’t like it! Stay away from me will you! You overwhelm me!”

He knows

You clenched your hand, shaking.

“-WHY DID YOU HAVE TO BE A SETTER?!” With a frustrated cry, Oikawa dropped to his knees and suddenly, you realize.

‘He hates me’ You thought. You didn’t even dwell as to why when you ran out the gym. You heard Iwaizumi call out your name but you ignored him and ran. You ran and ran until your lungs forced you to stop, tumbling down to your knees as you sobbed in the empty road under the street light.

You can’t understand for the life of you. Had you been mean to him? Have you done something wrong? Or is it because he knows you like him and he doesn’t feel that way towards you. Maybe you made him uncomfortable. His mother doesn’t really help as she always gushes about how you should be her future daughter-in-law. You had overwhelmed him and now he hates you.

It was only the night before Monday did you remember what he last told you.

“WHY DID YOU HAVE TO BE A SETTER?”

‘Ah’ you thought as you realized the roots of his new found resentment towards you.

Oikawa has always been ambitious and successful at whatever he sets his mind into. But he was no genius and his skills were practiced, it did not come naturally. You remembered those times he ranted about Ushijima and how unbelievably strong he is. And Kageyama and how he’s younger yet so much better than he is. And then there’s you.

He had never complained about you. Or at least none that you knew about. You should have realized when people started calling you a genius. You should have noticed the change of his demeanor towards you. How he doesn’t smile genuinely anymore. How you weren’t actually friends anymore. 

You didn’t love volleyball and maybe that’s one of the reasons why he hates you. Or maybe that’s the exact reason why. You don’t even love it yet you’re so good at it. No wonder he was frustrated about you. He’s not just envious about your skills, he’s also frustrated to see you obtain something he wants when you’re only half-hearted into the game. It was a reminder that no matter how hard he pushed himself, there would always be some genius that would trample over his hardened efforts.

You couldn’t believe how fast you could go from liking someone to hating them the next.

You avoided him after that incident. You avoided him like the plague. You still talk to Iwaizumi though but not as much as before. You distanced yourself from them and before you knew it, you had graduated.

Over the summer, that was when people noticed the shift in the dynamic of your friendship. The three became two and you’re now only one. You don’t leave your house, not even when Iwaizumi called out your name for an hour because you knew Oikawa would be there.

Oikawa did not make any effort to reconcile with you and it annoyed you to no end. It was always Iwaizumi acting as the mediator but eventually, even he gave up. It was tiring to force two people to reconcile when neither party wanted anything to do with the other.

It doesn’t mean Oikawa didn’t feel guilty. His guilt was one of the reasons why he exploded and it was also guilt that made him ashamed of facing you. You were a precious friend, a childhood friend, a person who’s known him for so long. A person who knows him better than his family and yet he pushed you away. 

And now you won’t come back.

At the opening ceremony in high school, he waited for you. He thought that he would make peace with you. Apologize once and for all. You were already in high school for god’s sake. You had let the whole summer wash away the broken pieces of your friendship with no way of reconciliation. You had wasted a whole summer and Oikawa’s determined to bring everything back to where it was. Even if it meant to pick up all the pieces of the broken fragments of your strained friendship. He would do so. Because you’re precious to him, more than you nor he could understand.

But you never came. And at once, all that courage and determination in him was also washed away.

You went to Karasuno for high school and swore your soul to the gods that exist that you would never ever step foot into a volleyball court ever again. You had decided to quit on volleyball. Sure, you were a genius at it but you didn’t love it. At least not as much as some people you know. But that promise was also thrown away when Sugawara, a classmate, begged you to be their manager.

He was resolute and you were annoyed. And so you rejected his offer. Though that did not stop him from pestering you, begging you down to his knees which is why you found yourself watching a practice match held in the school’s volleyball gym.

‘They’re weak’ You thought. You didn’t really care as you watched the team pathetically lost. You could not stress enough the difference in power between your school and the away team. It was truly and utterly pitiable.

You had heard about the tale of the once powerhouse that is Karasuno and you wondered what happened. You learned that your school had once managed to make it to the nationals so why is the team so weak now? No coach, no manager, just players.

You were already leaving, indifferent to your school’s volleyball team when your ears perked up on an insult, an insult that sent you to overdrive and before you knew it, you were screaming. You screamed at your school’s team. You screamed a vow, a vow to get them to nationals once again. And so beyond your belief, you were on the court once again. Though this time, you were only at the side.

It was in the Interhigh Tournament did you and Oikawa look at each other once again. His eyes were wide while yours was determined, glaring at him as if challenging him. He knew of your abilities and how well you could use that to coach others. He knew you could use that to examine opponents and use that knowledge against them. You were a genius that way. And so seeing you in the opponent’s team as their manager made him nervous. Just because you were a manager doesn’t mean you wouldn’t be able to help the team technically.

But how can you help a team that doesn’t want your help in the first place? It was only you and your other fellow first years that were bitter when you lost in the first round. Your seniors seemed to accept that your team just wasn’t good enough. And the frustration sent you to silent tears as you questioned your decision of being involved in volleyball again.

And Oikawa, being the ever jackass that he is, used the opportunity to tease you. An excuse to talk to you. And imagine the delight he felt when you gave him the attention. And so started the rivalry you never imagined you would have with him.

You thought that maybe if he hadn’t chosen to tease you that day, you would’ve quit the volleyball club. And maybe if he hadn’t teased you that day, you would have probably never talked again.

Three years passed and it was your last year at high school. With the addition of promising first years, you faced off against Aoba Johsai in the Spring Interhigh Qualifiers. Karasuno won and would face off Shiratorizawa for the finals. You should be glad, ecstatic even. So why are you sad? Why are you mourning for your childhood friends’ loss? Why won’t you look away from the opponent and celebrate with your team?

But how could you when you could see the two special people in your life fight off the tears that threatened to stream down their eyes. And the night after Karasuno beat Shiratorizawa, you thought ‘Nationals’ 

You were the only one who made it to Nationals. And you weren’t even a player.

The thought of that stupid childhood promise left a bitter taste on your mouth.

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The high of the nationals died down once it was over and you and your fellow third years now focus on studying for the finals and upcoming university entrance exams. It was dismissal time and having no volleyball club activities any more, you head straight home, parting ways with Sugawara at the intersection.

You sighed. The sky is orange with hues of pink, purple and blue painting the sky gradient. You had arrived by your house’s gate when you heard the ruckus of voices. Male voices. So you turn and lo and behold, it was Oikawa, Iwaizumi and number 2 and 3 from what you could remember.

They turn to look at you and their ruckus dies down. You turned your back at them, already opening the gate when Iwaizumi called out your name. You turn your focus back at them “Would you mind tutoring us?”

“Please, she’s bad at math” Oikawa commented. You felt a nerve pop out of your neck “You bitch, you suck at everything but volleyball!”

“Excuse me, I’m in class 6-” “Doesn’t matter”

Iwaizumi could only sigh as Matsukawa and Hanamaki watched in amusement. ‘So you’re the famous childhood friend’ they thought.

You and Oikawa stared down at each other, neither backing down. For added effect, you crossed your arms which earned a snort from the setter “Please?” Iwaizumi pleaded. With a sigh, you looked at your friend “Fine. I’ll just tell mom first”

Why did you accept? You didn’t know. But you knew you didn’t mind being around Oikawa now. Though you don’t really trust him, not anymore.

Your mom was surprised to hear you would be going to Oikawa’s house. It’s been years and she could not hide the glee on her face as she practically pushed you out of the house. With a deep breath, you made your way to his house.

The door opened to his mother who, like your mom, albeit a bit more enthusiastic, was ecstatic beyond relief at the sight of you. She asked you continuously without giving you any chance to reply “Did you finally make up? Are you friends again? You’re talking again? How splendid! Why did you stop talking in the first place? I was so sad. I missed you so dearly. It wasn't the same without you”

She kept on beaming and you only replied in awkward chuckles, not wanting to kill her joy and tell her you still very much held a grudge against her son. But fortunately, she left you to the company of the four boys who sprawled all around the couch, bags thrown at the side with the television on in a music channel. A girl group is performing.

“Aren’t you guys supposed to be studying?”

“Shh, Miho-chan is singing” Oikawa held a finger on his lips. You could only grimace at their focus on the girl group. Maybe you should go now.

But before you could even turn around, Iwaizumi had turned off the TV much to the boys’ protests “Fanboy later you horny scumbags”

“You know I’m here, right?” You say and Iwaizumi sent you an apologetic smile.

“You don’t count as a girl anyway so it doesn’t really matter” You felt your heart drop at Oikawa’s comment. You frowned, dropping your books down on the coffee table with a slam. The three boys jumped, startled. They were sitting down on the floor when you did that.

With a huff, you sat down at the end of the table while Matsukawa and Hanamaki sat beside each other and across from them sat Oikawa and Iwaizumi “So-” You cleared your throat as they looked at you in synchrony “-what is it you need help in?”

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You looked up to the digital clock hanging on the wall. 8:47 pm, it read “Aren’t you guys gonna go home?”

Oikawa is fast asleep on the coffee table, head resting in his arms. Matsukawa has given up on his practice test and Hanamaki sat spaced out. It was only Iwaizumi whose focus is still on his notes. Even you gave up 15 minutes ago, feeling your head ache as the words start swirling incoherently in your mind.

You received a hum of reply, everyone focused on their own little worlds. You sighed, closing your book and tucking in the notes in your bag in a hurry. You stood up, groaning at the ache that has built up on your legs from hours of sitting. The others noticed this and copied your actions, slowly standing up and slinging their bags on their shoulders “You all should rest for the day. Just continue tomorrow”

Iwaizumi did not budge from his position and you walked out of the living room to the front door, Matsukawa and Hanamaki hot on your heels. Once you were outside, you were about to bid them goodbye when Hanamaki beat you to it “Hey, I’ve been thinking. Why didn’t you go to Seijoh?”

Matsukawa hit Hanamaki in the back of his head, earning a hiss from the latter “Sorry, you don’t have to answer that”

“Why? Did they talk about me?” Your smile was sad it could come off as a frown. The two boys looked at you sheepishly and you chuckled, turning away from them as you unlocked your gate “We’ve heard the three of you were close and that something happened. They didn’t really elaborate. You’re a really touchy subject” This made you laugh

“Damn” You turned back around to face them to see that they’re still on the same spot, waiting for your response. But you only gave them half a smile, bid goodbye and entered your house.

The next day, you slept through your alarm. Only waking up when your mother woke you up with a screech. And so you skipped on breakfast, snatching a biscuit from the top of the refrigerator and dashed out of your house. Only to be met with Oikawa getting on his bike, obviously late like you are.

“Shouldn’t you be at morning practice?” “Shouldn’t you know that 3rd years don’t go to practice anymore?” You rolled your eyes.

“Geez, how could I know? I don’t go to your school, dumbass” Oikawa pedaled to match your pace “You sound like Iwa-chan, chibi-chan~”

You held your tongue, though your frown failed to conceal your annoyance. Oikawa gazed at you, pursing his lips as you refused to look at his way “Hop on, chibi-chan. No matter how fast you go, you’ll still be late with those tiny legs of yours”

“Can you shut up?!” “What? Is that your best retort? How lame~” You kicked the wheel of his bike sending him trembling out of balance “Hey!”

You huffed. You did not sign up for so much annoyance so early in the morning. You groaned, head looking up at the sky in exasperation when Oikawa blocked your way “Please, please get hit by a truck” Oikawa looked offended

“Ouch, chibi-chan. Just hop on already, you know I’m right” He gave you a grin which only aggravated you more “No”

“Don’t be so stubborn, little girl” “I am not little” “Your height says otherwise” “I’ll kill you!”

Both of you were locked out of the gate that day.

Your review with the four boys continued everyday after school. As well as your morning walk to the school being bombarded by Oikawa. When he learned what time you go to school, Oikawa made it his mission to walk with you. Always biking at your pace as he ranted on and on much to your dismay. You had begged Iwaizumi to go to school with the two of you since Oikawa doesn’t give any signs of giving up on you. But Iwaizumi only gave you a grunt for a response, mumbling about respecting his sleep.

And came one Friday morning, 2 weeks left of school and 3 days before university entrance examinations. Oikawa is waiting by your gate as always and hopped on at the sight of you “Morning, chi-bi-chan~”

Closing your gate, he waits for you to walk but was pleasantly surprised when you sat on the back of his bike “Huh?”

“Bike” You said and so he did. He began telling a story about Iwaizumi tripping in front of his crush, elaborating on what happened that day. And you, you were uncharacteristically quiet. 

Usually, you’ll banter with him. And so when you called out his name, Oikawa could feel that you were about to say something heavy. So he continued rambling, zoning out your voice and filling the air with his words.

“Tooru” He paused, his heart thundering against his chest. It has been years since he last heard you call him by his name “Yeah?”

“Why are you acting like we’re friends” Oikawa let out a strained smile but you didn’t see

“Damn, that hurts y/n-chan” He said in jest but you could hear the genuine hurt in his voice. Oikawa felt your hand tighten as you clutch on the back of his jacket.

“Tooru-” You leaned your head against his back ‘-it’s weird how this makes me feel happy but hurt’ You thought

“Tooru-” ‘-I’m glad we’re talking again’

Oikawa could feel his heart go erratic, longing for whatever that is on your mind. Voice it out, he thought. Voice it out. But you don’t

“Tooru-” ‘-how come I still like you?’

That night, everyone is staying over at Oikawa’s house except for you. It would be weird considering you’re the only girl and your parents didn’t let you. But here you were, shivering in the cold as you knocked on the window outside Oikawa’s room. He was there because it was him who called you out at 2 in the morning, begging you to come. You shouldn’t have come but you couldn’t really resist him. Not even after all these years. Not even after convincing yourself to move on from him.

You’re whipped and you’re annoyed by it.

‘He’s a jackass’ You think as he holds your hand to support you down ‘He shouted at you. Never apologized, rejected you before you even had a chance to confess. He’s an annoying son of a bitch’

Your heart flutters when you stumble against his chest, Oikawa holding you by the shoulders to steady you “You’re cold” He says, his breath raining down on your hair. His breath was hot and your cheeks turned warm.

You fought the urge to look up at him but when he wrapped a blanket around you, your eyes unconsciously made its way to his face to see he was glowing red despite the darkness of his room.

“The others are in the living room” He says, pulling you down with him on his bed. Shuffling of sheets echoed around the room as Oikawa dived under the blanket. He had his arm under you while his other pulled you to his chest. He kept his arms around you, his chin on your head as you flushed yourself to his chest.

You could feel his heart, beating its way out of his chest. His heart slowly lulling you to sleep. He called out your name. You reluctantly pulled your head away from his chest and looked up at him “Hm?”

Oikawa bite his tongue, mulling over the words in his head. Should he tell you right now? What would your reaction be? He doesn’t want to hurt you again. He doesn’t want to repeat the same mistakes. He doesn’t want this moment to stop. For the world to pause and let him hold you close to him.

He thinks it over - deciding he should tell you soon. But not know. Not when your cheeks are red, your half-lidded eyes glossy as you gazed at him longingly. Oikawa leans in, planting a soft kiss to your forehead that tells you exactly what he feels. You could feel yourself shrink under the affection.

You didn’t notice that you fell asleep. Did not know that his eyes scanned every nook and crevices of your face. How beautiful you looked to him. How you would always be the prettiest in his eyes. How he looked at you so utterly and deeply in love it hurts to know that the time is ticking.

Oikawa brushes the strand of hair on your face, pushing it behind your ears in an agonizingly slow pace. He takes his time feeling your skin, placing his lips on your forehead and falls asleep with your warmth wrapped against his.

After that night, you and Oikawa grew more affectionate with each other. Sure, you still banter. That would never change. But there was a shift in the air and you knew there was something in there. But neither of you admitted anything. Still friends but much more than just that. Nothing was official and no one acknowledged the elephant in the room.

And you were glad it was never official. Because after graduation, Oikawa’s mom threw a party for him. A graduation party. A farewell party.

It seems like night brings out the intimacy that the morning shies away. Oikawa had led you to the playground behind your house. You remembered playing here with Oikawa and Iwaizumi, practicing volleyball as always.

You climbed up the slide and sat down at the top, letting your feet dangle on the edge. Oikawa sat beside you, his long legs dangling down beside yours. You studied the difference and smiled to yourself.

“I’m going to Argentina” He says, refusing to look at you. His hands are pulled into a fist, trembling. You placed your hand on top of his, his shaking stops as he finally looks your way “That’s great” You said, and you mean it.

He smiles at you but it doesn’t reach his eyes. So you held his cheeks, head tilting to the side “It has always been your dream, Tooru. I can’t believe it’s finally happening”

“It’ll be hard” You snort “Of course. It’s Argentina dude. Japan is still miles away from their skills” Your eyes glint at that, giving Oikawa a determined smile “But we’ll beat you, just you wait”

“I’ll win first” And he means it. You laugh, hand dropping from his cheeks “I’ll look forward to it”

Oikawa gazes at you with so much adoration in his eyes. You were the only person who didn’t tell him his plans were stupid. And he loves you for that.

“I love you” he was the first to crack. Your cheeks turn red, expression shy at his intense gaze “I-I love you too” You stutter, a bit overwhelmed.

Oikawa chuckles “You’re cute” His words don't really help to die down the red in your cheeks. In fact, it only worsens it “Shut up” You grumble indignantly and he laughs.

“Hey, will you be my girlfriend?” At this, you looked at him with a sad smile.

“We can’t” Oikawa knew your answer before he even asked. But he didn’t expect the pain would hurt that much.

“Can’t we try?” His voice is painful and it broke your heart to see him so broken “Tooru” He looks at you pleadingly and he speaks

“I think I've been in love with you all this time. But to be honest-” He bitterly chuckles “-I was envious of you more than I liked you"

"And that's why it's a no" you smiled sadly.

"You love volleyball, Tooru. More than anything else. More than you. More than me" The atmosphere was somber. Until a thought passed by your mind and you tittered.

"More than milk bread" The both of you giggled.

"Yeah...more than milk bread"

Neither of you moved. Not even when the sun rose from its sleep and in a few hours, he'll leave.

He'll leave.

And you have to let him go. Even though he's right there beside you. So close yet so far away. He's there and he loves you. But for his dreams. For him.

You let him go.

And then he's gone. On the other side of the world, thousands and millions of miles away from you. And you regret the three years that could've been so much more if the two of you hadn't been so stupid and so prideful.

And just like that, years and years passed. Both Oikawa and Iwaizumi left abroad and only you stayed. Though you did move to Tokyo and worked at a hospital for a few months until the opportunity to work as an assistant manager and physical therapist for MSBY Black Jackals came up. You could only thank the stars for connections. In this field, you only get a chance if someone in it knows you. And luckily for you, you know a ton of them from your years as a manager back in high school. 

It’s 2021 and 8 years have passed and you remained in contact with Oikawa. Though you don’t talk as much as you two now have your own separate lives. He has volleyball and you have your athletes. And of course, during the course of those 8 years, the both of you had dated several people. Some long term, some not so long. And inside those 8 years, you’ve finally convinced yourself you’ve moved on from Oikawa Tooru.

The olympics is this year and along with Iwaizumi, you were pulled in to be a manager and their physical therapist. You had made quite the reputation in the industry. What with your genius mind for volleyball, opponent teams that know you fear your analytical skills and your ability to use that knowledge for the benefit of your team. Really, all professional volleyball teams want you. It just so happens that it was MSBY Black Jackals that called you first.

Oikawa doesn’t know that you and Iwaizumi are part of the Japan team. And so when his team emerged, ready to face old rivals, Oikawa swore his eyes jumped at the sight of you and Iwaizumi.

Your heart swelled with pride, lips outstretched to a big smile. You’re proud of him, so so much.

You could only yelp when Oikawa sprinted towards you and pulled you and Iwaizumi in a tight hug. It’s been such a long time since you saw each other. And a thought passed by your head.

The three of you didn’t make it all in the nationals, but you sure did all go to the olympics.

When Japan lost and Argentina won, you didn’t find it in yourself to be sad. Instead, you were happy. Ecstatic. Euphoric. You’re so proud of everyone, of your teammates and rivals. To have made it this far, they were truly beyond just amazing.

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“You could stay with me” Oikawa says nonchalantly as he takes your bag from your hand, the hubbub of the crowd ringing in your ears as you exit the airport “My car’s right here” He tells you as you near a red sports sedan. Unlocking the car, he placed your bag at the backseat as you sat at the passenger's seat.

You’re in Argentina for the weekend for a seminar for sports physical therapists. Just two days, sure nothing could happen for such a short time.

“Nah, just drive me to a hotel” Oikawa gazed at you mischievously

“What? Afraid I’ll do something?” You threw a box of tissue at him “Shut up bitch” He laughed, taking a seat before starting the car “So you are” 

“Please” You scoff.

You ended up staying at his guest room.

His house is in an apartment - a kitchen, a couch, a TV, a fucking gym, and pictures on the wall. His apartment is surprisingly cozy, you noted. 

You dropped your phone on the bed, collapsing in fatigue. Your eyes were about to flutter shut when Oikawa’s voice boomed in the room “You should shower. Ya stinky from the flight” You rolled your eyes.

You reluctantly pushed yourself out of bed, passing by him and snatching the towel from his hands. You noticed he already changed into a shirt and shorts. You could see the outline of his muscles, lining down his chest. His thighs in view, you tried hard not to stare.

But of course, Oikawa being the ever asshole that he is, comments “Take a picture! It’ll last!”

Once shower was over, you fell down beside him on the couch, the television on in the sports channel. It’s Schweiden Adlers against Azuma Pharmacy Green Rockets. You smiled thoughtfully at the sight of Ushijima and Goshiki on TV.

“What time tomorrow is your seminar again?” Oikawa asks, passing you the milk break from the coffee table. You took it “8 in the morning until 5” He hums, bread down his throat.

“Wanna go out after? My practice ends at the same time” You yawn “Sure”

True to his words, he picked you up from the university 30 minutes after five. Oikawa took you everywhere, to the beach, to a restaurant, to a park, even to a club. Which is probably why he’s dragging your drunk ass to his apartment at 1 am.

You slipped from his arms and landed on the floor with a thud “Shit” You heard him curse under his breath as he hurriedly closed the door behind him. You felt arms curl around yours causing you to giggle “That tingles”

“How can you get drunk from 2 glasses of vodka?” He mused but you only giggled at him. Oikawa glanced at the clock, 1:42 am. Sighing, Oikawa put a hand under your knees and back, carrying you bridal style to your room.

“Tooru” You exhaled, your hot breath sticking to his face as he laid you down gently on the bed. Gulping, Oikawa turned away, grabbing the blanket to put it over you. He felt your hand enclose his cheek, forcing his gaze to you.

Your cheeks are red, illuminated by the moon that is the only light source in the room. Your hair is a mess and your breath stinks of vodka. Your eyes are closing, hands collapsing on your side as you exhale, dropping your head on the pillow. Oikawa notes the way your eyelashes squint and the mole in your left eyelid. And suddenly, Oikawa felt like he was eighteen again.

You could feel his breath, hear his heavy breathing and you flutter your eyes open. You shrink under his gaze, lips parting unconsciously and Oikawa fought with all his might not to kiss you right there and then. His eyes are half-lidded, filled with desire, longing, and love.

Love. Suddenly, you’re not so drunk anymore.

“Tooru” You breathed out in a soft voice. As if something in him snapped, his lips zoomed into yours in a passionate heated kiss. You moan, slinging your arms on his nape, pulling him closer to you until he was in between your thighs.

“Tooru” You slipped out when he removed his lips on yours only to kiss you again. You could feel the heat of his skin on yours as you pulled and pulled him closer as humanly possible. 8 years flashed through your eyes and all you could think about was how good it feels to have his lips nipping on your neck.

He moans your name, fingers combing through your hair in a desperate attempt to feel all of you. He’s wanted you for so long he couldn’t think straight when he felt your hands dig under his shirt, the cold of your hands digging into his back. He groans, kissing you again in the lips before letting you slip his shirt off his shoulders.

You hum, pulling away to kiss his collarbone, hands feeling his chest down to his abdomen. You felt him tug your shirt and you giggled into his chest, taking your shirt off only for Oikawa to roam his hands on your back, to your front then to your chest. He pressed a soft peck on the flesh of your breasts that wasn’t covered by your bra and he looked up at you and asked “Are you sure?”

“Yes” You exhaled and that was all it took for Oikawa to push you gently deeper to the bed, enjoying the feeling of his fingers working its way down to your legs. He took off your pants, Oikawa took a deep breath at the sight of your cunt. He goes back up to you, nuzzling his head into your neck and whispers “God, the things you make me feel” He airly chuckles.

You took a hold of his cheeks, kissing his eyes, his nose then his lips “I love you”

“I love you too”

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“God, I’m nervous” Oikawa starts, jumping lightly as he holds your hand. You rolled your eyes but a smile plastered on your face. You grin at him and he continues “I’ve been an idiot for a very long time-” He pauses and smiles

“-still am” You snort “-but a tad bit better now that I’m with you” A soft, endeared smile crept onto your lips

“I won’t say that I don’t regret all those years that I could’ve been with you. But we both know that was crucial and all that matters is that now I’m with you” His eyes shone and his lips creased into a smile that reached his ears

“I promise to never leave you,” he pushes the ring into your left ring finger “-not even death can do us apart” You hear your family and friends laugh in the background

“I will bother you every step of the way-” you could not help the roll of your eyes “-and love you for the rest of my life”

“Actually, scratch that. I’ll love you even when I die. I’ll love you in my next life. And the one after that, and the one after that. No matter how many times I reborn-” Oikawa takes your hands to his lips, eyes fluttering shut as he pressed his soft lips on your knuckles

“-I vow to find you and love you. Like I’ve always had and always will”

For all of your life, Oikawa Tooru has been a constant even at times you wish he wasn’t. There was a time you loathed him, a time you missed him, a time you forgot him, and a time you realized you will never stop loving him.

And as you stand before your creator, in front of your friends and family, promising to love each other till the end of time. The sound of “I do”s and cheers reverberating around the hall, as he kissed you with a tilt of his head. 

You fell in love all over again.

i suck at ending lines ajhbsnckl. i’ma edit this later when i ain’t tired AND hungry

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Five Funny Little Moments #31: Intimate Stranger

This season is so. FRUSTRATING! Halp! Just about every single plot point thus far, this episode in particular, relies on every. Single. Character! Making really dumb decisions! And/Or nonsense. Oh, why? heh Ah well. I’ll try my best to highlight moments that were actually comical to me rather than eyeroll-y. Wish me luck! 😝

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Well, actually, I just thought this confession was odd. Gabrielle’s stories come from her dreams despite her only ever fancifully describing what Xena does? In the future, the girl will repeatedly argue that she’s never authored prose before (That’s okay, GW. Leave the fic’ing up to pros like me! LOLz), so, how does the above quote work? Hmm…

Okay, this part got a good chuckle from me. Xena, being Xena, Kool-Aid-Man-smashes through a boarded up window to enter the barn or whatever. Seconds later, Gabrielle… you know, jogs in through the open doorway. 😂 That all the thugs just evacuated through, presumably in full view of our ladies, no less. Ohhh, Weenie. You da best! heheheheh

…But you really drive me crazy, sometimes, you know that? Why does almost no one else see your dumb-butt-ery and even go so far as to label Gabrielle as the dumb one? Ugh / Heh Also, let’s not even talk about what you did down in Tartarus. Siiigh…

Um, better question! Has Joxer ever seen Xena use pressure points? ’Cuz I checked, and it doesn’t seem so. Which makes her demonstration pointless, no? That’d be like if I told you from a backup account that my stalker hacked into this one and was posting as me, then tried to prove my identity to you by posting an audio recording of me singing or a handwritten note in Japanese. …Y’all never heard me sing nor saw me write in Japanese. So, what would my “evidence” do for either one of us? heh

This moment got me too. So, “Xena” here killed your leader in cold blood for goofing around. She also ordered an entire village-full of innocents to be captured and brought to this cave for slaughter (both acts by you, unnamed goon)! So… you thought, “Now’s the perfect time and place to practice my juggling!”? Wut? Why? LOLOLOLOL!

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Welp, I hope that wasn’t too spiteful and at least a little fun. Lemme know? 🥲 Thanks, y’all!

#xwp #xena #xena warrior princess #gabrielle #xena and gabrielle #callisto #joxer #fflm #comedy #funny

[mrskodzuken]

pairing: Kozume Kenma x f!reader

genre: SOFT. AND. PURE. FLUFF.

wc: 975

warnings: alcohol, some product placement ads (lol; not sponsored by Tanduay and Sprite), slightly suggestive cheverlu (c/o the English translation to APO Hiking Society's "Yakap sa Dilim"), Kenma being so sweet to his s/o, a bit ooc-ish?

note: this fic was inspired by my last week's *coughs* spicy *coughs* interaction with my second visiting (fifth overall smh) Kenma anon here on my blog. Then the song "Yakap sa Dilim", originally sung by APO Hiking Society, came into my mind because it's so damn seggsy tbh *fidget fidget* At first, I thought of doing a bit smutty fic to complement the song but... siiigh, I'm still nowhere as good as by the likes of my other moots who write smut almost on a daily, weekly basis. Plus I have a good, if not great, imagination when it comes to writing fluff, so... ^^;;

another note: that part about Y/N mixing her alcoholic drink with clear soda and experiencing full-blown redness and itchiness from head to toe while drinking was based on my experience drinking alcohol straight away. And no, I'm not always drinking on a regular basis, just whenever there are family get-togethers and like New Year's Eve parties.

another ANOTHER note: this is my first entry for @lumpiang-toge 's Piliin Mo Ang Pilipinas server collab event. Huuuuuuge thank you for beta-ing this @/lumpiang-toge @love-amihan @imo-chan-imagines @kousukii @manjirosday @abuliawrites I LOVE YOU ALL MWAH <3 *headpats*

see also: listen to the original version of "Yakap sa Dilim" by APO Hiking Society here-

[00:45 am]

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"...and that's all for tonight's streaming! Make sure to follow me on all my social networking sites, they're on the description below! Well then, this has been your favorite gamer cat boy Kodzuken, logging out!"

Kenma then removes his headset and closes his stream, stretching and yawning a bit in his gaming chair, before standing up and heading towards his and your shared (bed)room.

"Y/N~ Y/N, are you still awake? Y/N-" he opens the door to your room, only to find it silently empty.

Hmm... where did she go? Kenma then searches the kitchen. "Y/N?" And the bathroom. "Where are you?"

He taps on his phone and checks his contact list for a possibility of you being online at the moment. And sighs. Nothing.

"Y/N! Y/N-chan, where are you?"

"Kitten, I'm on the back porch!"

Kenma finds you sitting on the porch, chin up, your eyes watching the numerous stars twinkling, shining, across the wide clear night sky, and smiling.

"I just finished my stream earlier and was checking up if you're awake or not but-" He sits in beside you and snuggles a bit but then notices a slight flush in your cheeks, and spies your hands cradling a glass of familiar reddish liquid. Beside you stands a half-empty bottle of Tanduay Ice, its opened bottle cap sitting askew on the lips.

"How long have you been drinking, Y/N? And straight-up drinking a bottle of Tanduay Ice Red Mirage?"

You turn your slightly flushed face at Kenma, a goofy smile escaping your lips, and raise your glass. "Not about half an hour ago, and don't worry about me getting all red and itchy all over my body from too much drinking! I mix it up with some Sprite to lessen the alcohol intake!" You fish out a 2L bottle of Sprite, also half-empty, on the ground, to prove your point.

Kenma sighs exasperatedly and smiles back at you. Lovely and stubborn you, who isn't the type to back down from an argument and stuff.

Shit.

You gently place your drink on the wooden floor and suddenly stand up and walk. "Ah, you want something to drink? I can get you some can of beer if you-!"

You feel the grip on your wrist as he grab your hand before you go inside, and look at him.

"Kenma-"

"Please stay."

Kenma then brings your hand near his face and tenderly kisses your palm, looking you in the eye, the action making you more flushed but not because of alcohol. He smiles at you again.

"I love you, Y/N."

Steam runs off your ears, your face a full-blown tomato face. "I-I-I love you, too, Kenma!"

The former Nekoma high school volleyball setter and now-YouTuber can't help but softly chuckle. Kenma can't really resist teasing and making you blush.

Because he finds it very cute. And endearing.

He hangs his head down a bit. "Sorry... I forgot about our date earlier.”

"Eh? W-why are you saying sorry...? I should have known you'd have a busy day yesterday! Two 4-hour streams, company Zoom meetings, a date with Kuroo-san in the office-"

"-it's a meeting with the Japan Volleyball Association for an upcoming proposal, stop calling it a 'date'!"

Your boyfriend then pulls you closer and wraps his arms around your waist, his head being buried on your chest. You could hear his muffled sigh and voice from within while he speaks.

"I'm such a terrible boyfriend to you, kitten. How can I make it up to you?" While looking at you, pout on his lips, his golden cat orbs a puppy-like glance at your face.

A look that sends your heart aching with cuteness.

"Hmm..." You pull away from Kenma's embrace and grab your phone to scroll and tap on something. A smile creeps across your face as you place your phone back from where you got it earlier.

The first few notes of your favorite song start to play in the background. You offer your hand at a slightly confused Kenma.

"Would the great Kodzuken care to dance with me?"

Hoping that you lay your head on the pillow

Your body, I'll cover like a blanket.

Problems you will forget

As long as we embrace in the dark

He accepts it, grinning, and finds himself swaying his body alongside you, your hands around his neck, his hands perching on your waist.

Don't stop if you feel like you have to cry unexpectedly

Hoping what you feel is relaxation

If you want, we can take a cigarette first

Before we embrace in the dark

"I'm so lucky I have met you, Y/N. I really am~" He places a kiss on your forehead before nuzzling your cheek, his nose wrinkling a bit. "You still smell of Tanduay Ice, kitten. Hope you won't experience an incoming hangover later."

"Kenma!!! I won't, silly! And I'm also lucky that I'm here, cuddling with you, dancing... it makes me happy!" You kiss his cheek and hug him closer.

This is something that we have been waiting for

We're right at this moment embracing in the dark

Oh, the satisfaction from the quick, stolen moments

While we embrace in the dark

"I love you, Y/N..."

"I love you more, Kenma..."

Come on and lie down by me in bed

Let's savor the good times together

To our love that we hope for

While we embrace in the dark

As the song ends, you find yourself yawning, sleepy. He notices this.

Kenma kisses your forehead again, snuggling you at his side. He yawns also. "Maybe we should go to bed now, kitten. It's getting late."

"And we can cuddle while we sleep?"

"Mhmm~ yes, we can! C'mon... but first, let's brush your teeth and get rid of that alcohol smell..."

"Kenma!!!!"

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