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Watched Re-Animator. Think these two should get to kiss
Edit: DISCLAIMER: Before you decide to watch Re-Animator, make sure to check for content warnings, there is a scene that a lot of people choose to skip!
#danbert#herbert west#dan cain#reanimator#re-animator#herbert x dan#i guess lmao#dan x herbert#gestures wildly#i have many thought about them actually but its easier to just make them kiss than put anything into words#even dusting of the good ol' 'constrast lighting where they connect' technique. its like my silverware of artstyle quirks#i have only watched the first 2 movies btw. am scared of the third .....oh and i watched it like 4 days ago#hence the hyperfixation :)
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Blue Salvia - Think of me
Ushijima x reader, Matchmaker Tendou - for my Haikyuu Request Game - requested by S.
You know the plant was meant for him the moment you lay eyes on it.
It’s purple, distractingly so, thousands of tiny purple blossoms tickling your hands as you sweep them over it.
You buy it on instinct alone and keep it on your windowsill until it grows so big you have to make cuttings, plant one in the garden and prepare the other one to be gifted.
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“Ushijima-kun.” You approach him in the hallway after class, too aware of your surroundings, the people, the noise, the eyes moving over you.
Tendou is right by his side, big eyes under flaming red hair, always leaning on something like you’d grown to know him.
“I thought you might like this.” You hand him the plant, safely hidden from curious eyes in a simple brown bag.
You turn and leave without another look back, hoping against hope that he might take it the way it was intended.
Blue Salvia means I think of you.
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Only two days later a chair scrapes against the floor next to you, Tendou falling into the free space, draping himself across the table dramatically.
“Blue Salvia, huh?” He asks, big eyes watching you.
“Yes?”
“Don’t you think it would suit me too?”
“The color or the smell of it?”
He pouts.
“The meaning, of course.”
You blink, heat crawling up your neck.
“I am not sure what you mean.”
He laughs, turning his head in an almost impossible manner, to look up at Ushijima who’s approaching the table, eyebrows scrunched like you know them to be.
“Am I the only one who knows Flower Language here?”
“I am not aware of that language,” Ushijima says and you can feel the vibrations of his words in your ribcage, your heart thrumming with it. “What does it entail?”
You turn back to your food as they talk, well aware that it’s a rare feat to have them at the table with you, well aware that time with Ushijima Wakatoshi, the ace, is a treasure to hold up.
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If you were someone else, you might have laughed with your friends about the fact that your confession failed spectacularly.
But being who you are, you just smile and shake your head when your classmates ask you who you like. You tell them of your new-found love for gardening when they ask you about the plant - somehow nothing ever stays secret in Shiratorizawa, and offer cuttings to those who want them.
Being who you are it comes as a surprise to find Ushijima and Tendou sitting at your table more regularly, the former presence as soothing as the latter is amusing.
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“What are you doing over the weekend?” Tendou asks, always the one to start the conversation, while Ushijima and you share a comfortable Silence.
“I was going to start the upcoming assignments. You?”
“Oh,” his smile is as bright as it’s teasing. “Which means you can come over and watch a movie with us?”
“A movie?” You ask, warmth already crawling up your neck.
“You know, moving pictures with sound? I’m sure you heard about that before. I am trying to develop Ushiwakas knowledge and you sound like you could benefit from that too.”
“Don’t call other people boring, Tendou,” Semi calls him out and takes a seat at the same table. In a matter of minutes, the second years of the Volleyball Club are crowding your table and it’s not the first time it has happened.
“It’s okay.” You reply softly. “I am aware that I’m boring.”
“You are perfectly interesting.” Ushijima’s deep voice cuts through the chatter at the table and you lower your head to stare at your food, heat now burning in your cheeks.
It’s not surprising that Tendou uses your sudden shyness to get you to agree to the movie night.
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The lights are dimmed safe of some fairy lights that are draped rather aesthetically over the bunk bed Tendou and Ushijima share. Semi and Ohira wave from the top bed and there’s just enough space to squeeze in between Ushijima and the mountain of pillows that separate you from Tendou. He’s lying in them like they’re his thrown.
“My bed, my pillows.” He tells you before starting the movie.
It’s a good movie, you’re sure it is. It’s hard to focus when you can feel Ushijima’s warmth burning through your layers of clothing.
You try to sit more comfortably and fall against him and the soft mattress does nothing for you when you try to right yourself, just falling further into him until he raises one arm and pulls you upright by your shoulder.
His arm stays where it is, a heavy, yet grounding weight on your shoulder.
“What are they doing?” Ushijima’s voice is a deep breath in your ear, a rumble you can feel in your side that’s still pressed into him.
“I think they’re climbing a mountain?” You tell him, not sure either what’s happening in the movie, but you’re distracted for a different reason.
“Why?”
You’re just glad that the room is dark, you wouldn’t be able to take any jokes over this.
His question sparks a conversation that’s you pointing out plot holes and him asking questions that neither of you can answer until the movie ends, the light goes on and Tendou watches the two of you with eyes that are sparkling.
“So?” He asks, excited in his own way. “What do you think?”
“Why were they climbing that mountain?” Ushijima asks and you’re torn between listening to Tendou’s explanation, all with over-exaggerated hand movements, and the sensation of still sitting too close to him. He’s not bothered to peel you off him now that the light has turned on.
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Months before you all graduate, Ushijima approaches you after class, a brown bag in his massive hands.
“It has grown a lot.” He says. “I wanted to know what you’d like me to do with the cuttings.”
“You can gift them to others.” You tell him, your heart clenching at the thought of that. “Or throw them away if you have no space.”
He thinks about that for a moment, his pondering face not unlike his normal face.
“Is it true?” He asks. “What ‘Blue Salvia’ means?”
Your tongue turns dry in your mouth, fingers finding purchase in your own uniform, rubbing the hem of your blouse as if the answers are hidden in the fabric.
Maybe it’s the fact that you’re alone, that gives you courage, or the aromatic smell you seem to detect even through the paper bag, or the color of his purple jersey peaking out of his bag, but you gather your heart in your hands and nod.
He stretches out his arm and offers you the bag, his face turning soft in a way you haven’t seen before.
“You should take them then. There’s no one else I’ve been thinking about.”
“Not even volleyball?” You joke and he furrows his brows again, the familiar sight easing your nerves.
“You cannot gift flowers to a sport.” He reminds you.
-
It feels like everything’s been said and nothing has been cleared at all.
Does he like you? Do you like him?
Is anything going to happen between the two of you?
The bees are dancing outside in the bed of blue salvia that’s growing and growing in your garden and the mother plant on your window sill is a bright, cheerful purple, but your own heart tumbles over questions you have now answers to.
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It’s Tendou, again, who drapes himself over the chair next to you. Who tries to steal food from your Bento, who invites you to their room to study, who brings up the topic of Colleges so subtly, you only realize you’re talking about it when you’re already in the middle of a sentence.
As it turns out, you have been accepted at the same College as Ushijima.
As it turns out, Tendou has no plans on staying in Sendai, or Japan.
He laughs at your shock, and coos at the way you admire his courage.
“It’s a good thing that we have you.” He says when it’s time for you to leave. “I’ll entrust Ushiwaka to you. Take good care of him.”
He pushes his friend out of the room at these words, tells him to walk you to the bus stop like a gentleman, and winks at you knowingly.
Tendou, you realize, has known all along.
As you walk, Ushijima's hand haltingly brushing against yours at first, then gently taking your hand in his, you wonder what flower you’d give him.
Hydrangea. Gratitude for being understood.
My Kofi if you want to tip me
#my writing#Haikyuu x reader#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu imagine#ushijima x reader#ushijima wakatoshi#ushijima fic#ushiwaka x reader#ushiwaka#tendou#hq tendou#gestures wildly#I have no idea what this is
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rui and people watching ,,, rui and the scenery ,,, rui the storyteller ,,,
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I miss Marc Spector. :(
#that's it that's the post#i miss his big dumb grumpy face and his air of..#gestures wildly#eternal sadness idk#I MISS THAT HE THINKS HE'S SO DEEPLY UNLOVABLE AND PUTS HIS WALLS UP SO HIGH#but he just loves his people anyway#man y'know.. marc spector
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do y'all play v rising. because. what if i...........
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Might as well post this here too
Fun little enamel pin 1/? 👌✨
#enamel pin#enamel pin design#art#my art#cats#cat#not fanart#illustration#star#stars#i mean it's sort of for sale bc im like opening preorders but jdndkdndkd#gestures wildly#for uh#comifuro#actually#so if ur goin there 👌
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I think peter and daniil are two sides of the same coin in the ways that they're both immensely intelligent, and led by their dreams. dankovsky is more tethered to the earth on account of being so rational but his rationale is also suffocating his dreams, which is why the polyhedron is so important to him. peter can still dream but he has no anchor and so is drowning himself in twyrine and does nothing but dream... andrey does function as an anchor of sorts but he is also an enabler. he's too close to peter to be able to help him. I'm personally just obsessed with the interpretation that the polyhedron signifies a certain childhood innocence and ability to dream that dankovsky lost, and which I think peter never fully lost ... they're both of the sky. do you get it
#inspired by the way danko speaks to peter sometimes in classic its just. oughh#I'm terrible at expressing my thoughts about this game but#gestures wildly#pathologic
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blade metaphor here
#wyll my love you have a lot of scars and ridges and whatnot#bg3#wyll ravengard#leo.draws#i think that his ears#gestures wildly#wip wednesday monday. leave me alone
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if you weren't an advisor, what sort of job would you think that you'd have? or what kinda job would you want? not what you think you need to do, but something you like and can see doing for the rest of your life!!
- 🥣 anon
If I had to choose something other than advisor I would —
Hm . . .
A historical archivist, perhaps?
#ask#🥣anon#mod: oh you know. to try and keep utaya's memory alive.#oh you know#also cause i thought really hard about it and it subverts your expectations of him needing to do something social and out there#makes sense to my brain#so#you asked him what he can see himself doing and not just what hed do for others SOOOOO#gestures Wildly
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Hey. Hey hello
Thistle and Weeds by Mumford and Sons
Noir Peter type song
#noir posting#spiderman noir#spidernoir#blogcat: transmissions#GESTURES WILDLY#we're getting a pretty heavy winter storm and have the fire on. spending my time productively#'I know you've felt much more love than you've shown' reminds me of urich too maybe
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So utterly torn on the "God I'm glad I didn't have to hang out with my mom today" topic between "I don't have to think about her, I don't have to acknowledge her" and the lifelong hammered in terror of "Oh god what if she's mad at me?"
#WHY SHOULD I CARRREEEE#it's just a deeply instilled instinct at this point to be afraid she's mad at me for any reason#which is why i can't say no to her ever#and WHEN I DO (like today)#gestures wildly#there's not even any consequences to deal with it's just one of my most unwarranted anxieties#vent
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HI CAN WE TALK ABOUT WHATS HAPPENING TO THAT MANDO GIMMICK BLOG IM LOSING IT (/positive)
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send me ‘ 🔴 ’ to generate a bloody scenario between our muses. seventeen. your muse accidentally biting my muse too hard, drawing blood.
“ you've seen better days, haven't you? ” astarion comments, noting @endawn's particularly withdrawn demeanour. well, more than usual. at times, he imposed such an intimidatingly ravenous figure, even astarion kept his distance. of course, the biggest threat to a vampire was another vampire ( and so on and so forth ), however, pax was unlike any he had come across thus far. naturally, what shred of pity arose within him stemmed solely from understanding. he understood the torments hunger could bring; coupled with this undeniable tension between them since their paths crossed and you have an amalgamation of such agonising discomfiture. “ all these delicious necks just within reach. it's tempting, isn't it? ”
astarion glances down at his plate; a blood pudding, gale had so graciously sought to conjure in a bid to prevent his feeding on all things living. no doubt he would find an animal to snack on later, but this would tide him over for the time being. the vampire spawn plucks the slice, oozing and ripe, and without second thought, holds it up to pax's lips. “ go on, then, have a nibble. it's nothing compared to ... well, something more full-bodied, but it'll have to do, i'm afraid. and don't you worry, i won't watch if being hand-fed offends that stoic nature of yours. ”
true to his word, he looks away, with the expectation his offer will go ignored or taken to be eaten in secret. imagine his surprise, when he feels the accidental, albeit harsh pinch of teeth piercing his fingers. “ ow― ” he drops the pudding and wrenches his hand away with a jolt. if he looks scandalised― it's only because he is. turning his fingers over, he notes the blood trickling out of the puncture wounds in his hand. a deep red, unmistakably his. “ you little shit, you bit me! ” it's exhaled in a mix of anger and, oddly enough, amusement. perhaps he should have anticipated that. “ you're supposed to ask first. ”
#endawn#𝒾𝒾. last night‚ i dreamt of icarus laughing.#queue.#gestures wildly#( also shoutout to hazel's gale for the blood pudding idea )
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Welcome Home - Clown Illustration Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Barnaby B. Beagle & Howdy Piller (Welcome Home), Barnaby B. Beagle/Howdy Pillar (Welcome Home) Characters: Howdy Pillar (Welcome Home), Barnaby B. Beagle (Welcome Home) Additional Tags: minor Barnaby B. Beagle/Howdy Pillar (Welcome Home), Howdy Pillar-Centric, Howdy babysits, random children with names, random parents with names, not OC, Not Beta Read, Babysitting, Modern AU, College AU, Welcome Home AU, Author Is Sleep Deprived, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, I am not funny, I Tried, early 2000s, Alternate Universe - 2000s, How Do I Tag, Mentioned Wally Darling (Welcome Home), Attempt at Humor, I'm Bad At Titles, Howdy Pillar is a Perfectionist Summary:
Welcome Home 2000s/College AU
Howdy babysits in his free time for some extra cash, and today he was called minute. Let's see what happens!
I don't have an excuse for this other than I'm projecting and really wanted to explore more of Howdy's character. Also I want to personally apologize to my fellow Laughingstock shippers for not making them the main focus. And for my attempt at humor /hj
#gestures wildly#I did a thing!#waling I'm so glad I finished this#it also ended up crossing 5k somehow after editing so yipeeee#dizzcanwrite#welcome home#welcome home fanfic#howdy pillar#welcome home fanfiction#omg please don't look at me#I don't want to look at this anymore sobs /hj#howdy pillar my beloved#the projection is strong#also modern au bc I suck at writing pre 2000s and wanted to give howdy a flip phone lol#welcome home au
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when you want to be mad that your part time girlfriend left for 3 years but you are also lyon
#art tag#they are soooo cheeessyyy#gestures wildly#rhia merlin#there arent even fairies in this show!#i drew lyons outfit wrong because i did it from memory but whateverrr
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its 2am!!!! I have class tomorrow!!! and so much to do!!!! but but but rhgrhrhgrhrgrhrghgrhrgrhrgrhraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
#gestures wildly#punches dirt#23347 seconds is almost six and a half hours#falls over#no one look at me
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