#(months late to the party but)

[amvipod]

rewatched dhmis! still very fond of those thingies

unfulfilled / there’s three of them

[nxctrns]

Rises from 2 years of art hiatus just to post this

[jei-rifni]

Huh okay

[bunabi]

they don't see eye to eye (Virelle is shorter)

[twigstick9]

team fortress yuri

[yuwuta]

JJK OLYMPICS OHHH YOURE A GENIUS

head spinning w sooooooo many athlete aus rn….. 

satoru honestly isn’t half as cocky as the media makes him out to be but he could be because you bring up world champion men’s freestyle swim times and it’s his name on the scoreboard ten times before someone else shows up. he’s faster than himself by fifteen seconds all around, he’s earned a bit of cockiness. mentioned in the last post that whenever he’s at a competition and he finishes a race, he looks at the camera and signs a little infinity sign and then blows a kiss to you. some bitter old coach always calls him out on it, and gets him fined for unsportsmanlike conduct, and he’s happy to pay the fees if it means getting a message home to you, but eventually you two come up with a new code; and at his next race, he places gold, turns to the camera, crosses his middle finger over his pointer finger and smiles. when he’s in his post-race interview, he makes sure to explain that he does it for you with the widest smile on his face.

megumi nepotism baby but not in the same sport. toji was a multi gold medalist back in his heyday for shooting, so it’s not really a surprise to anybody that megumi has scary good aim, but he takes to archery instead of shooting. actually the idea of megumi being an emo little kid and throwing rocks at a tree when his dad pissed him off his hilarious, and even funnier is toji watching him, slightly amused and a little scared because megumi is maybe six and hitting the exact same spot every single time. he grows to be very blase about it—it’s more of a release/hobby for him that he happens to be really good at, and well, now good enough to earn a few olympic medals. megumi is not a fan of having his dad ruffle his hair on international television after he’s won, but he supposes it can’t be helped.

i don’t know where to put yuuta…. tennis…. tempting….. him in his little white shorts…. little grunts after he serves…. cries….. a complete 180 in his personality when he’s playing vs doing anything else. so charming and sweet and kinda shy when he’s being interviewed, and the second he steps on the court his eyes are so cold it’s scary…. need him… extremely nerdy about his rackets, and shoes, and clothes, and rambles to you about aerodynamics and posture and torque whenever you ask him to teach you, and you always have to shutup him up with a kiss and remind him that yeah you sort of want to learn to play tennis for him, but mostly you came bc he looks hot doing it. once he got asked in an interview if he ever thinks about you while he’s playing and his response was very concise, “no, never. it would be a big distraction,” and did not realize the implications of his heavily televised words. 

also…. not to make this post 40% yuuta but we could pull from canon a bit and make his sport fencing. he doesn’t excel because he’s the strongest, it’s because he’s learned to treat the sword as an extension of himself and a good strategist… also because i like the image of him pulling the helmet/mask off and shaking his hair out………..

don’t even know where to put yuuji…. volleyball? basketball? track and field??? the irony of him easily being the most athletic but canonically does not want to play sports 😭 but i can see him playing a sport because someone scouts him and it turns out to be a way to make steady money to support himself and his grandpa :( by the time he’s qualified and made it to the olympics, wasuke is doing much better (thanks to yuuji having landed some preemptive sponsorships and being able to afford better medical care), but not so well enough that he can travel across the world to watch yuuji play. wasuke tells you that you should travel and be with yuuji, but yuuji is so touched by the idea that you would stay with his grandpa and be by his side when he’s away :(( he wins gold, of course, and he doesn’t even wait until the closing ceremony—which, he’d mentioned in all of his interviews, so nobody can be too upset. he’s on record saying, “i’m excited to play, but i’m even happier to be going home. my girlfriend and my grandpa are watching me and i miss them!” several times— he’s on the first flight home with flowers, and tears in his eyes. puts his gold medal on his grandpa’s neck as a thank you, and spends probably thirty minutes straight hugging you and kissing you and honestly don’t put it past him to propose now that he’s got nike ambassador money 

nanami started judo as a way to relieve the stress of his overbearing job, and someone at the gym/training center notices he seems to be a natural despite being a beginner. he starts to draw a crowd, which annoys him at first because the point of judo was discipline and release from having to deal with too many people at his office job, but nanami supposes he can’t be too mad when you introduce yourself as a talent scout and offer him professional training. there’s irony in him accepting your offer, because it was definitely not based in professionalism at all… quitting his job as a salaryman to become a professional athlete in his mid-twenties was not on his bingo chart, but if it means he will have met you, then so be it. you’re with him all the way, through his training, competitions, world championships, qualifiers, all the way until he’s on the podium. you’re the first to congratulate him, but he interjects by telling you he’s quitting. you ask him why—he just won at the olympics for crying out loud, but nanami just shakes his head, puts down his flowers and his medal so his hands are free to hold your face and tell you, “it would be unethical to kiss my manager, so i am quitting.” (later, when everything is said and done, and you two are cuddling, you mention to him that he could just hire a new manager, and not quit his new career, to which he blushes because yeah… that’s probably more rational, but rational was not in his train of thought at the time)

[madootles]

tma sketch dump!

[fastboatsmojito]

Carmy with ❛ shut up and kiss me already. ❜ and high on adrenaline kind of sex maybe after he receives a Michelin star for the bear

HEHEHEHEHE incredible, thank u Sonia 🫡

notes; writing celebration reqs like it hasn’t been over a month whoopsies I’d apologize but it will happen again unfortunately

cw; smut btc, gn reader, a little fingering, mostly a lot of praising Carmy, enjoy <3

he was usually full of anxious energy, nervous, stressed, panicked about whatever thought — or thoughts rather, his brain had clung to that particular moment.

this was different, of course he was worried he’d made it all up or said something stupid during the phone call and blocked it out but even the panic was hard to grasp onto; being pushed out by the sweet sound of you congratulating him.

the second he walked through the door you were wrapping your arms around him, praising him repeatedly between kisses like you’d just die if he didn’t know how proud of him you were. ‘Carm’ and ‘you did it’ and ‘you deserve it’ on repeat by you and his own mind.

“baby — baby, thank you, can I take my coat off please?” you’d barely noticed you were crowding him at the door, stepping away only long enough for him to be ‘couch ready’ before wrapping yourself around his arm.

with his coat seemingly went his inhibitions, bringing his mouth back to your own and stumbling your way to the couch.

any other day he’d be slower — take his time focusing on all the ways to drive you crazy before his pants were even off, but the rush of finally being able to accept the recognition you’d told him time and time again he deserved made him hasty, greedy, and focused.

tattooed hands found their way below the waistband of your pants, skilled fingers pleading to be occupied, and your continued praises against his tongue — though revered, were getting in his way of hearing you moan against him. how else was he supposed to know he was doing his job right?

“you’re so proud of me, I know. will you shut up for a second so I can hear you?” though contradictory to the pleasure-filled mind, you knew what he meant.

moving your head to nip at the side of his neck at his tone, and returning your mouth to his as he slid a finger into you, earning him the privilege of a moan right into his mouth that he had deemed so necessary.

[youchangedmedestiel]

😬

Thank you so much! I have the feeling that I never saw that one. So truly, thank you! 💚💙

How's that even possible that I've never seen it? Well I don't know!

Maybe my brain erased it because it was too much! Because this IS too much! What am I supposed to do with that?

[ayanarts-01]

no girls allowed!!!

[singing-swan]

Maybe those bee pheromones from M2 addle the mind, even after the fight is over… 🐝

But also I made it a bit silly rather than sexy, sorry! (though there’s an epilogue over on my twitter, if your taste leans more towards spice 🫢)

[xuune]

bomb rush cyberfunk fanart that i finally got to finish + some sketches in storyboard pro

twitter | ig | commissions | prints | ko-fi 

[callsignsnix]

[alex31624]

Dipcifica fics from almost 10 years ago, save me.

[nikkipettt]

紅の戦士

[goldensunset]

joining the war on autism on the side of the autism etc etc