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something with moodboards that occasionally bugs me is when its with ppl theres RARELY ppl of colour in the board itll be like a garden cafe aesthetic with like straight hair, blonde hair, even seeing like some colour to the hand holding a cup would make my day, i'd love too see more of ppl who look like me or just ppl of colour in general that would be amazing esp bc i LOVE LOVE LOVE mood boards

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komori fluff, genderneutral and disabled reader (but komori calls u grandpa jokingly (theres context for that)), 942words

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"my life's over."

it's all you greet komori with as you enter his apartment, throwing yourself and your grocery bags on his couch. he whistles as he enters from the kitchen, originally prepared to greet you with a kiss and a domestic 'welcome home'.

by the window, his parrot is sitting, repeating 'it's over' over and over again. komori tries to shush her while holding back a laugh, and the parrot shoots out a "don't laugh!" on your behalf. you groan out miserably as komori throws himself onto your bum as he heaves out a deep sigh, "now what has caused my beautiful, youthful pumpkin to expire earlier than their peers?" he says dramatically, but his choice of words only rub salt into your wound and you repeat the same, pathetic groan from when his weight first hit you.

his parrot flies to sit on the armrest of the couch and she pecks your hair softly, "over? over?" she asks, and you sigh, "yea, omi, over."

sakusa still havent forgiven komori for naming his rescue parrot after him; first off, he'd yelled, its a girl. second, i'm not a fucking parrot.

sadly for sakusa, his reaction had made the joke even more fun for komori.

he starts dragging his fingers through your hair, "now why would you say that?" he coos.

you lift your head briefly from where it's been smooshed in the throw pillows to lay on your cheek instead. a pouty scowl is inhabiting your adorable face, "i'm old."

komori snorts, "yea, i'm turning 30 this summer," he says. you roll your eyes, "not your age i'm complaining about."

he pretends to realize, "aah, the more you know. what makes you so much older than me? are you more wise?"

"i picked up my compression stuff package," you say as your face scrunches up in what seems to be a traumatic memory.

komori lights up in excitement as he eyes the bag of groceries, the package neatly nestled between vegetables and bottled tea. "that's amazing! it got here so fast, too!"

"the store clerk striked up some conversation," you say solemnly, like your life really had been passing before your eyes and you were now ready to greet the dead. omi jumps onto your shoulder and settles, but not before her beak had nibbled through your jacket thoroughly. komori waits for you to continue.

"the package is plastered with the store's logo. it says senior-sam all over it..."

komori thinks he knows where this is going and braces for it by biting his lip, holding back a smile as best as he's able.

"and she asked so kindly if i was picking up the package for my grandfather..." you wail the last word and hide your face in the pillows again. komori fails spectacularly at taking this seriously and bursts out in a loud laugh.

the package had been ordered in his name, since it'd been his valentine's present for you. omi straightens up at his laugh and repeats 'be quiet' until she flies to her window perch when he doesn't comply.

you let out sobs and komori's hands play with your hair, "they called me old then, didn't they?" he tries, though he knows it wont work. your age complex had gotten so much worse in step with the progress of your disability.

you move your head again to pout up at him, your underlip jutted out adorably, "no! the contents were for an old person they insinuated! and the content's for me!"

he smiles at you and leans down, only to hear you cry out in pain from the new weight distribution. he makes his peck on your forehead quick before he sits back on your ass, "i use compression, too. so does omi 2 and a lot of the guys i know."

he'd thought about ordering the compression things on a sports side to avoid this happening, but you needed gloves and shoulder support in specific sizes that were mostly available in the senior shops, despite his best efforts.

you roll your eyes again, "yeah! duh! you're professional athletes! im just not functioning right!"

"listen grandpa," he says sternly, though his smile never leaves him, "i'll wrap myself in constant and complete compression if it helps you feel better,"

you open your mouth to interrupt but he quickly puts a finger in front of your lips, "and yeah, you might have old man needs, but i love my little wrinkly baby."

the hand used to hush you starts pinching your cheek and you cant help the smile that threatens to spill despite your furrowed brows.

komori's humor always lightens the heavy weight on these subjects. some conversations need deeper talks and you've never felt invalidated by komori when it's serious, but even you can admit that rationally, this isn't a thing to worry too much about. you swat his hand away with a harrumph, "you're not helping." you say coldly and he raises an eyebrow, "oh? would a treat from your favorite bakery help?"

he'd bought the pastry on a whim on his way home because he knew you were coming, and now he's glad he did. your eyes light up but you pretend to think it through. you're about to answer when omi comes flying, "treat? treat! treat!" she states and make both of you laugh.

"well, you said the magic word. go get some seeds and my mountain of pastries and i'll put the groceries away."

"aye, captain." komori says as he gets up with omi on his shoulder. he freezes halfway through the living room, "wait... mountain? i only bought one."

halfway up from the couch you fall back down dramatically with a "noooo!" but you're not able to stifle your laugh at his fearful expression. you hear him sing a tune to omi as he moves around the apartment.

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Name moodboard for Rosalind Requested by anonymous

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Comrades I’ve just discovered that my crush who wasn’t even my crush for more than a day or two who I just thought was cool and got to know more IS FOR RHEBSTREETS 🌊🤸🏼🌊 he has a GF ANDDDDDD A SIDE CHICK OR WHATEVER 😃😃😃😁😁😁⁉️⁉️⁉️🌊🚶‍♀️💭 how amazing how fantastic how spectacular even 😃😁😁😃😃😁😃

he wasn’t even my type too like r u kidding me 😭😭😭😭 irionicaly he is still among the COUNTABLY MOSLTY NORMAL guys in my program which is so 💀💀💀💀💀💀 I’m so disappointed and apparently we may be able to figure it out bc the source who confirmed it told us to go looking since we r “so good at stalking” which is actually crazy bc I haven’t had a talking stage since like 2-3 years ago and I shut it down WUICK 😭😭😭 and so I live thru my friend who is battling a talking stage every week and gets advice from me SO WE THINK IT CAN BE SOMEONE FROM OUR PROGRAM???? anyhow I’m just flabbergasted guys free me

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❀ anime/manhwa/webtoon/paint girls.

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This has legit felt like the longest week ever

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DANDADAN

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Protective Dialogue

"Please, tell me if your hurt."

"I won't let anything happen to you."

"They have to go through me."

"You are safe with me."

"Who has hurt you?"

"You stay here and I will check it out."

"I'm very much determined to keep you alive."

"Don't worry about me, I'm just happy to know you're safe."

"Just close your eyes and trust me."

"Can I take your hand? Don't let go, ok?"

"They will not get to you, I promise."

"You're safe with me. You always are."

"Anything happened to you?"

"Stay behind me."

"I will always stick up for you."

"Call me as soon as you get home."

"You protect me, I protect you."

"Can I walk with you? It would make me feel better."

"Nobody has the right to touch you."

"You can always come to me, alright?"

Master Prompt List

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Just when you move to pay for your coffee, someone else reacts a little faster, paying for you. Who is it, fighting their way through a silly little pick-up line, trying to ask you for your number over coffee?

A card that is definitely not yours slides across the counter with surprising speed.

“I got it, baby.” He says, the pet name rolling off his tongue too smoothly for a complete stranger who sprinted to the register.

“Baby?” you scoff.

“Yes?” he grins and spins to face you.

He’s closer than you anticipated.

And cuter.

You shuffle away from the register, your pre-coffee brain struggling to make sense of everything that’s happening. You wonder if the lack of caffeine has affected your vision and or grip on reality.

“Order for Noya!” The barista at the far end of the bar calls loudly and interrupts your thoughts.

“That was fast!” Noya claps once before retrieving the drinks. He thankfully doesn’t sprint back with the two steaming cups in his hands.

“You know you didn’t need to do that.” You say as you accept your drink from him.

“I wanted to.” Noya replies, pausing to brush a strand of hair away from his forehead. “It helps to have a cool entrance when trying to get someone’s number. Makes an impression. Were you impressed?” He can’t seem to stop the smile from spreading across his face, even though it’s completely ruining his cool facade.

“I was… surprised.” You finally find the word. Your heart and mind are working hard waiting for the caffeine to kick in. You could have sworn that he had asked you for your number.

“Surprised enough to get your number?” Noya tries again, earnestly, while gazing longingly at you from behind his cup. Now you know it’s real.

(When Noya first texts you thirty seconds later so you have his number, he includes his name and several heart emojis. Your contact name in his phone is Baby.)

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hey my pumpkin pies,,,,on this fine early afternoon i crave writing....im feeling something like are u wearing my merch part two but also something else more crazy and elaborate like a fic or a smau but without the pictures bc im lazy asl and dont have time,,,,

in my current day to day though im battling my stem courses and they r fighting back -_- i need a rot day but midterm approaches,,,,,

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Was scrolling through AO3 and found this gem

Enemy to parent is a trope we have to popularise lmao

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bestie kuroo doing other stuff

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ᓭི༏ᓯྀ ˖ ࣪ . pink sunset •̩̩͙ ⋆ ♡

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kuroo fluff, disabled reader, 461 words

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"you never let me peel your oranges."

"huh?" you look up at kuroo, whos standing by the counter, underlip jutted out in a pout. your hand stop the work on the orange in front of you.

"why dont you let me do it?"

"huh?" you repeat, and then he sighs dramatically, pushing his hip off of the counter to walk up behind you and massage your shoulders. you hum in appreciation.

"am i bad at peeling them?" he asks, silently like hes afraid of the answer. you giggle as you tilt your head to make more room for the hands working your sore muscles.

"well, i am a bit particular about how much of the whites i want off."

kuroo hums before his hands slows to a stop and he rests his head on top of yours. you smile, knowing the same pout is still on his lips. "is there a specific reason you want to?"

"i dont particularly want to."

you snort, "why, then, is my prince complaining about the work i keep from him?"

kuroo sighs before he noses your hair, inhaling your scent.

"i read that its a love language. if i do it, it shows how much i love you. and your hands work like shit, so i should, shouldnt i?"

you breathe out through your nose, half a laugh and half a sigh. its amusing to have such an intelligent boyfriend with zero context awareness in some situations.

you start to seperate the pieces and sort them onto your napkin. the ones with seeds goes to the right, the seedless to the left. he lifts his head again to reach for your hands, intertwining your fingers.

"when i leave clothes on the floor, you pick them up for me simply because you know bending down is painful. you take out the trash because sparing my hands the making of the knot and carrying them out is nothing to you," you squeeze his hands before you continue, your eyes closed, "the vegetables are yours to cut as i handle the stuff without knives. you really want to peel my oranges, too? when you get my waterbottle and my blanket every night. take off my socks and massage my shoulders?"

kuroo shrugs, nuzzling into the crevice of your neck. you imagine that hes blushing, hiding his embarrassment, "id do anything for you."

you smile, tilting your head so that your mouth reaches his hairline, "you already do."

"but the oranges..." he whimpers, pouting.

you laugh, and plant a kiss where you can reach him, "let me peel you one, yeah?"

his weight sort of collapses on top of your head and shoulders, his hands letting go of yours to wrap around you, hugging you tightly.

"alright."

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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHWWWWWWW

Coming back to drawing after a little non-activity period with old friends aka (1) sleepy akaashito

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A 3d render of @passionpeachy 's adorable cocoa bunny! super fun shading style to crack at and replicate.