#OOOH THIS WAS A GOOD ONE ASDFGHJKL

[cxpperhead]

"Icons only" eliza telling him shes pregnant

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[masquenoire]

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PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME 0.2

“Damn, I haven’t heard that bitch’s name since we were both kids. How the mighty have fallen...”

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours (only to deceive others)  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other (not by blood or marriage but they’ve known each other so long they’re basically siblings at this point)

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other

[chiropterx]

With all those visits to Croc in Arkham, I'm sure the police are going to come have a chat with you the next time he breaks out, Doctor. Probably nothing serious, just to make sure of where you were when that finally does happen.

"That's fine with me. I don't have anything to hide from the authorities." Kirk answers quietly, his face a blank mask were it not for the lines of worry creasing his brow. Killer Croc, breaking free from the confines of Arkham. He'd already come to terms with the notion this was no longer mere possibility but inevitable that sooner or later, Croc would break free, and the first person the police would pay a visit too would most likely be him, in case Doctor Langstrom knew anything about his escape or how he got out. It wouldn't surprise him. Croc wouldn't be the first patient to escape and certainly wouldn't be the last, but Kirk ensured their visits were nothing more than two friends catching up with one another when possible. It was hard to discuss anything else when at least ten guns were trained on Croc at all times, and Kirk didn't want to give their 'supervisors' any excuse to cut their visits short. They'd discussed cooking shows Croc had watched while staying over on occasion. Kirk started watching them too, both to learn a few new recipes now that he was living alone as well as to let Croc know of the amusing moments (and spectacular failures) when that week's contestants got to work. Kirk would tell him about Gotham too, of all the interesting things currently going on in the city and how spring would soon be here, now that the snow outside had turned back into rain. He'd already seen brave young flowers daring to peek above the earth in the park, tempting the ire of a late cold snap. There would be nothing to tell the police, even if he wanted to. Did Kirk want to tell them anything? He glanced down at his feet, lips pressed together in a stubborn line that... no, he didn't and he wouldn't, not unless something happened and Croc was in greater danger than having the lines of ten guns drawn on him, ready to fire at a moment's notice.

"Everything between Croc and I already gets monitored. Should he break out, that'll be down to Arkham and how they handle security as well as how well they 'treat' their patients. I'm not worried about myself and won't stop visiting just because the GCPD might start asking awkward questions." Whether or not he'd answer said questions was a completely different story.

[dreamwritesimagines]

Back again! So I've been rereading the Sunshine series and can totally envision the 'big moment' when Sunshine realizes Logan is totally serious about being in her and Theo's life.

Now I don't know if it's how he'd propose, I see it more as a grand gesture to make Sunshine realize he's 100% serious about being involved in her life - but he tells her he has a surprise, even blindfolds her maybe midway through the trip. Eventually he stops the truck and gets out, goes to Sunshine's door and helps her out and tells her to take off the blindfold.

And they're in the middle of the woods and there is an honest to goodness gorgeous wooden cabin. I just can't decide if A) Logan already had the place and it's his way of proving to her that they belong together because what are the odds or B) if he built it with her and Theo in mind...

Also since I included some comic history to Logan last time I feel it is my duty to introduce you to Jonathan. I can only imagine Sunshine would be disappointed with his name though :D

OMG OMG OMG-

I love this idea so muuuch! ❤️

I also think this would be how he'd show Sunshine he's serious about being involved ❤️ Omg and she would be so excited, I don't think she's used to nice surprises so when Logan blindfolded her, she'd be like "What is it? What is it???"

Oooh that's such a good question, both options are really good! I think he built it though, and it would be definitely with Julie's help (more like her pinterest board) lolll😂

Asdfghjkl Sunshine would be gawking at the cabin like,

"You-you built a cabin in the woods for me?"

"Yeah. Julie sent me one thousand pictures, I still don't know how you use that website."

"Pinterest?"

"Yeah that one. And over there there's a stable for, and I can't believe I'm saying this but, your Hi-Horse."

"...Logan, is there a bedroom in the cabin?"

"Yeah?"

"Great because I'm going to drag you to it in a second so you know, just a heads up."

Them having A WOLVERINE OH MY GOD😂 Theo will love Jonathan, and he will follow him everywhereeee😂

[eddiebabygirldiaz]

Oooh, different nonnie, but Tommy, Eddie and Buck have a threesome, but, Buck isn't over how possessive he is of Eddie and Tommy kind of wants to show Eddie who is better in bed....

and I'm like this could get very hot and heavy.

it would be so juicy! like tommy is there just to have a good time right and really has no idea what fucked mess he's walked into asdfghjkl but i feel like he would be taking charge and buck and eddie might resist that at first but then fall face first into bc hey here's this guy telling us what to do and how to do it and if a bunch of gay shit happens between us it's his fault not ours. and like, buck fucking loves getting to see what eddie looks like overcome by pleasure but seeing it be tommy that does it to him would also make him crazy so he would be like begging tommy to show him how to do that and bully himself in between them so that he was the one touching eddie and eddie is overwhelmed by both of their attention but fucking loving it and also a little lost bc who does he pay attention to who does he focus on without giving too much away and tommy is just determined to play them both like fiddles

talk to me/ask me anything

[isadora-greenhall]

Dndads s2 e35 thoughts

SCREAMING GROUND CONTROL TO MAJOR TOM

Man and wife and manandmanandman 🤣😭

Nick took Cassandra's name lmfao (my hc is when they met she introduced herself and he was so blown away by how awesome and hot she is he forgot his own name and said "I'm Nicky...Swift" 😭)

I respect Matt keeping the sim life private but I HATE IT AHAHA

ANTHONY TAKE CAROL'S NAME OUR OF YOUR MOUTH AHAHA

AYYYYYYYY Will did the whole name hell yeaaaaahh

Lmao the scary intro was good ahaha

6th edition D&D galaxy brain shit lmfao

Nick's limbs are back good to know 😂 wait...all of them? 🤔

Linc you fucking idiot ahahahaaaaaa

Hero ahahhahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaa

Aaaaaaaahababahahahahahahahaha

Haaaaaaaa

Hero and Terry bffs

(Also lmao I couldn't tell if it was Walter or Paeden at first, and then it was HERO ahaha)

Terranaut?

The Terry voice keeps getting me lmao

HONEY AHAHAHAHAHAHA

Hero just not giving a shit about being the chosen one is so funny

Watched walk the line so the burning ring of fire reference 👌🏼

Hero being into Sailor Moon and working for like NASA or whatever this place is is great lol

Fuckin Matt Arnold 🤣

THE WHOLE TRYING TO GET TAYLOR TO GO ON A DATE WITH HERO BIT AHAHA

Ooh I'm gonna be thinking about that Terry line about marriage being about picking up the slack 👀

Scary finally talking to her mum again

"I'm sorry did I hear an S??" 😭

HERO INTO LINC AHAHA

Losing it completely over hero just completely being like fuck Taylor

"Honey" "sweetie" LINC STOP 😂

TACKLE LINC, SOMEONE!!!!!

All the emotions talk while they should be finding ways to survive space is so fucking funny

TERRY NOOOOO

SWEETUMS

"Hermie's been working" asdfghjkl

Hermie's crush on scary being back ahahahahaha

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

This episode is so fucking funny 😂🤣

Oooh the polyamory slight during PRIDE MONTH Anthony Burch you're in so much trouble lmao

I really love that they got rid of all the scientists and there's just a bunch of teenagers dealing with this situation lmfao

Thank you Matt for then going and actually getting scientists to do it ahaha

Before he'd even finished describing that dr's office toy I knew what Anthony was talking about lmao

Hell yeah Hero be your own woman!

Matt refusing to say the whole surname ahah

THE LAST THING THAT CASSANDRA KNEW IS THAT HER SON WAS IN A FLAMING HOUSE SHE WAS GOING TO GO FIND HIM AND NOW SHES JUST TWEETING REDBULL FOR HIM ASDFGHJKL

AND as far as we know she's still with Willy asdfghjkl

I keep forgetting the ringtone is fucking Tony pepperoni ahahah

The spooky music whenever someone returns to space is great lol

Oh FUCK Terry wants her dad home 😭

Fucking hell what did they put poor hero through Jesus Christ

Fuck I'm tearing up over Hero 😭 eldest daughter feels 👌🏼

This is the wildest fucking episode. Like. I know what going on but. What the fuck is going on 😂

...okay but IS Scary's dad gonna show up courtesy of redbull? 👀

FUCK Terry Jr's about to die

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT

[fr3aklike-me]

omg you do?? i love it too!! im always wearing dresses and boots, it just looks so good fr. im really into boho style, specially now during the summer. but yeah probably boho, a little hippie, but like, in a more basic way ?? like not too much hippie or boho but you can definitely see it, you know? and when i don't have the energy i just dress basic and pretend im a model off duty lmao. what about you?? omg i feel you :(( ive been looking for a job too but no one seems to want me 😁👍 but hopefully you'll find something soon and then you can buy as many of clothes as you want, im manifesting it!!! <3

omg right?? what have you been doing during your break??? ive been trying to get more into drawing, bc school starts in february and i don't want to get there knowing absolutely nothing 😭 and it's going well so far bc i already knew how to draw a little bit, but it's not my strongest suit so ive been struggling a bit :/ what about you?? omg you have bangs too???? i can't believe we're matching :(((( <3 cute

oh :(( you should if that's what you want, i definitely want to know more hehe. (but seriously you make me so nervous, it's not even a joke at this point)

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omg you wear that fit? hiii I'm currently leaning against a wall and carrying whatever you want for you to convey how attractive that is to me. it's definitely such a good outfit. oooh, I love how your style sounds, I love the patterns and colours that are incorporated into boho and hippie styles. SAME omfg I sometimes find myself power walking through my house as though I'm in a whole fashion show LMAO 😭 I guess for my style, I'd say I incorporate some 90s and Y2K trends into my style -- I love denim, graphic tees, patterned shirts, that kind of stuff. but, I really wanna buy more androgynous and masculine-leaning clothes, because I've really been loving that lately. omg I feel you, it's really such a long process to find a job, I'm hoping you find one soon!! and thank you so much hehe <3 <3

for me, I've been mostly hanging with friends, writing and reading. I'm an English major, so I don't get much time to read and write personally during the semester, so I'm trying to use the break to get back into that. I'm sorry to hear that it's been a bit of a struggle with the drawing, but it's really great you've already had practice before since that really helps build a foundation. I'm sure with more and more practice, you'll do amazingly!! and hehe, yes, I do, but kind of side bangs -- I need to get my hair cut soon as well, but I kind of have one of those layered, wolf cuts. love that we're matching <3

you're so cute omg. and I promise, I'm literally the softest, most non-intimidating person to exist hehe, but I understand being nervous, since we haven't spoken like this in a while. and I promise, you can always tell me if you're uncomfortable, or want to stop. but, if you want to know my current thoughts rn, I just wanna double check if it's okay to be, like, explicit in what I say? asdfghjkl sorry I'm asking so many things just want to double check <3

[the-kipsabian]

honestly couldnt have gotten this close (or in the event in general really) without so helping hands so im very lucky with that asdfghjkl. just hoping no tall people in front of me, me and my 5'1 frame would like to see something lmao. oooh signs, signs are fun!! i cant bring one unfortunately as i have no realistic way of getting it there or back home if i make something over there cause lmao flight bag restrictions :') but im sure you'll come up with something cool!!

hopefully they will, even if my mans is not on the card i wanna show support and let them know he really should have been asdfghjkl. i have separate photos all over the place, buuut i have a video on twitter of the box i made last year (and the thread includes shots of all the sides separately actually) that kip said was very much on point? if that helps??

timezones strike again lmao, but god pasta sounds so good rn. i unfortunately have none, my dinner plans for this week were just cheesy chicken and rice lol

I woke up with a lot of thoughts and now im home alone, so I am dropping into your ask box to know that I love you and youre a good friend. Drink water, have something nice

aaaa thank you dear, i love you too 💜

today is thankfully a better day, i guess im finally positively buzzing about the weekend and im also in a middle of a selfcare day (hair dyeing yay!!) so its all feeling pretty good so far ~

take care of yourself today. love you 💜💜

[mar64ds]

can we hear more abt ur ocs?? i love love love them!!! theyre just such funny little guys............

oooh thank you!! 🥺 I'll share some random facts about a bunch of them!

These two? Found family :) The only ocs that have names so far unfortunely

Primary, the one on the left, their color scheme is formed by the primary colors, red, blue and green. She's pretty much, in-universe, a drawing that came to life, so they can break a lot of laws of physics because of that. He's really fun and energetic, very clever and sarcastic as well, they love messing with people but always in a fun kind of way, she's are not actually mean. Primary is genderfluid, ace and gay :)

Hellmet, the one of the right, they used to be called Beanie, but after their design changed I changed their name as well. They are a very scary monster and they partially love that, but they also don't want to be a REALLY bad person, so they always try to be very nice and polite even if it's always very clumsily. They do love being mean, just not too much. Hellmet is nonbinary (afab!) and aromantic

Important fact: they are both autistic

I really really love this bunny, I think she's always super fun to write or just think about her dialogue. I don't really know how to describe her personality... something similar to Pipimi from Pop Team Epic asdfghjkl down to earth but in a chaotic way. She's a trans aro lesbian :)

Pink otter ^_^ I love love love her. She really loves nerdy stuff and infodumping, she's really sweet and caring to everyone. She is definitely shy, she has her insecurities, but has a lot of supportive friends. She's really positive and kind to everyone, but she's definitely not naive, if someone is being a jerk she's not going to let that slide, sometimes the good nice thing to do is call out someone for being awful, not to 'forgive' them

She met her boyfriend in highschool, they were the kind of nerd/jock couple, but in a really really sweet way, the jock character (a kangaroo guy) is the type of 'i LOVE my girlfriend' kind of character.

She's trans and autistic :)

This muppet-like creature is really mean and evil but they are funny so it's okay. They are incredibly overpowered but it's okay because it's funny. They are mean and evil... kind of. They don't really search for destruction, just for entertainment, they LOVE seeing conflict between people just because it's FUN for them. When you are an immortal overpowered being you get bored, seeing your neighbors fight it's the one fun thing you can find. They create conflict a lot of times, but at some point they get super attached to the otter girl, she's like the only person they learn to truly care about.

There is no gender in this puppet

This guy is the leader of an evil army, he's the boss, he's a Bowser kind of character. This guy is super funny to me

So... he's a super powerful villain, and he's a good villain it's not like he's useless. But he is SO petty. Most of his missions are related to personal stuff: 'Oh my ex's kingdom is better than mine. Okay, I'm going to build this super cool laser in my own kingdom and use it to destroy a bunch of cool stuff from their kingdom'

He's kind of a jerk but he's a really nice boss too. He never treats his army bad and he pays them super well. There is a joke there that a member of his army talks to a hero and asks 'how much do they even pay you?' and the hero replies 'they don't pay me, I do this to help people' and the minion says 'THEY DON'T PAY YOU?! You need another job then, are you crazy?! This is the worst life choice I've ever seen'

He's honestly really nice to everyone at the end, if he captures a hero but no one comes to rescue them for a few days he feels bad for them and treats them like a guest

He's bi by the way

Imagine your typical hero and villain dynamic, that for years fight each other, that's their everyday lives. What if... they end up becoming a found family? What if the villain adopts the hero? What then

The idea of these two was more of a 'two animals in a forest are enemies' but it became way bigger and now the wolf guy is more of an actual supervillain, bird character is still very silly and normal lol

I care a lot about their development, it's meant to make absolute sense that the wolf would end up caring so much about the bird

Bird character is agender, aromantic and autistic+adhd as well. Wolf dad is gay

Thank you so much for asking!! Talking about ocs is a lot of fun!!

[gaming-thoughts-by-an-idiot]

"Draugen" Game (part 1)

"Ooo norway"

"Oooo fjords"

"Ah!! AH! MY CITY, THEYRE TALKING ABOUT MY CITY"

"This is very nice, I like the aesthetic"

Game: lead character artist "Hans Christian Andersen"

Me: isnt he dead?

"Unless someone just took snippets from his stories or idk tbh, I cant remember reading much from him... maybe I should"

"Who is Lissie?"

"The main character, Edward, hes like old or more like 40 maybe? Idk, but he have to rest up hills and I honestly judged him, as if I dont have to stop several times too and hold my fucking inhaler in case my lungs decide to test me"

"Oh... ooh no... the flag is half mast.. hehe. That means someone is dead"

"Haha I can see her, but he had to rest"

Lissie: seriously?

Edward, through his teeth: you're not the one who's carrying a f-... suitcase

"Good save"

"Okay so Lissie is 17, so maybe shes his kid?"

"I fucked with the gamma, and theres no reset, and I cant remember if this is how it was oh no help"

"His name is-- A I GOT AN ACHIEVEMENT "

"His name is Mr. Harden"

"Damn, twins marrying twins... odd"

"Is that odd? I feel like that might be? Weird? Idk is it? AAA my head"

"AALESUND"

"Love it when people say it like that, beautiful"

"ITS SO DARK"

"I WANT TO BE ABLE TO SEE"

"ooo, a sailor ship chest thing... I got one of those"

"Okay I think Lissie is his kid"

"We found his sister's scarf, he got super dizzy, he had to take a nap"

"Poor guy"

"Uh oh... child gone"

"OH MY GOD JUMP SCARE"

"IT WAS BETTY IN THE WINDOW"

"OH JESUS MY HEART"

"Yeah the clock is definitely broken, it was 12:45 when he took a nap too, so unless its close to midnight?"

"You didnt even LOOK in the kitchen, u opened it and went OH ALRIGHT NOTHING HERE fucking idiot"

"JUST GO UPSTAIRS AND CHECK FOR FUCKS SAKE"

"I wonder if we're actually gonna see draugen"

"Oo muddy"

"What if draugen is scary"

"Who the fuck is Alice?"

"I gotta google this"

"Okay so Lissie is Alice... and Lissie is not his kid. And apparently Edward is 'young'... this is confusing"

"Oooh, he slipped and fell down rocks, ouch"

"Lissie is still missing"

"A lobster trap"

"Lissie! I found her"

"Our boat is gone"

"Back to the house, get cleaned up, and sleep... let's see what happens"

"Google said the game takes about 3 hours, which is good, cuz my sister is back after that, and she havent played the game yet"

"I can explore upstairs yass"

"Oo piano"

"Draugen waltz.. nice"

"Oh! I got an achievement for playing the piano- OMG A 100??? HOLY SHIT"

"Damn... norway is so beautiful"

"I cant believe I thought he was like 40, how embarrassing"

"Asdfghjkl Norwegian letters and an American trying to say 'vi er desperate' I'm sobbing, oh my god"

"On the door it says "forræder" which means Traitor."

"So the kids died, and it's a curse, god left the land etc etc... wtf wtf someone is knocking on a wall or window in the game"

"I'm reading old Norwegian, game, stop"

"Oh, house creaking, not knocking "

"Just walk inside the houses? Maybe they're hiding behind the doors"

"Out to explore!"

"I'm completely lost in the game, half thoughts"

"Its so interesting, and fun to hear someone try to read Norwegian is always funny"

"I'm scared of draugen tho... like I wanna go 'haha mythical being lmao'... but the kids are gone, killed... draugs steal kids... I'm just saying I might cry if I see it"

"Alright, I've done loads since I wrote so let's do a summary:

The child, Ruth, died, they think her cousin did it. The cousin left shortly after the kid died- the official story is she fell and cracked her skull open on some rocks.

Edward is OBSESSED with his sister, one random noise and hes like 'Betty???'

Ruth apparently went exploring in the mine, found treasure, Edward read about Draugen in a book, it's a man thing without a face, visit u in your dreams, and if u wake you're lucky, but someone near u will die.

Everyone is gone, a man was found, he hung himself.

Twin brothers were very angry, and now the church bells are ringing. And I'm running to it"

"So googled and draugen is a dude who's thirsty for women and children, the one I was picturing Nøkken, and that's a swamp woman so"

"Lissie was a personality thing, not real, then a weeping angel suddenly appeared??? And then they disappeared... Betty was apparently on her way to the mine, hes now around the mine.

He also found Anna, the mom to Ruth, and the dad went to his brother and now I'm in the mine."

"BUT my sister is back and I cant spoil the game soo"

[kurokoros]

thicc | kuroo

Rated: M

Words: 9.2K

Pairing: kuroo x fem!reader

Summary: Kuroo has nice thighs. Unfortunately, you aren’t the only one who notices.

AN: A belated birthday gift for @whats-her-quirk​. Happy (late) birthday, June <3 Have some smut! I’m sorry it’s stupidly long! Also, I’m sorry for any glaring mistakes, I didn’t edit this asdfghjkl

Warnings: smut, jealousy thigh riding, spanking, mild choking, dirty talk (praise and degradation), wall sex, unprotected sex

If you had to pick your favorite thing about volleyball it would be the players. Well, one player in particular. It’s always hard for you to keep your eyes of Kuroo when he plays, your gaze always drifting back to him even when you should be following the ball. More specifically, it’s always hard for you to keep your eyes off his thighs in those sinfully short shorts.

And the practice match tonight is no different, your eyes glued to Kuroo’s legs as he jumps to block a spike, his muscles tensing as he moves, sweat dripping down his skin.

Thank god you let Akaashi drag you with him to the match tonight. Your plan was originally to stay home and study, but Bokuto had whined and begged until Akaashi agreed to watch the match, and somehow you were roped into coming as well. Earlier, you were a little irritated about being dragged out on your one night off, but now you definitely aren’t complaining.

“You’re drooling,” Akaashi tells you. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see that he’s smirking.

Reluctant to take your eyes off Kuroo, you jab him with your elbow. “Shut up, Keiji,” you snap, blatantly staring at Kuroo as he lifts the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat from his face. Chancing a glance at your friend, you see him doing the same to Bokuto. “Like you’re any better.”

Akaashi has the decency to pretend like he wasn’t just ogling his boyfriend’s glistening abs, but you have zero shame in staring.

Like he can feel your eyes on him, Kuroo looks up at you in the stands. His expression brightens, and he smirks, sending you a wink before turning back to the game. And fuck if that’s not the sexiest thing you’ve seen all day. You can’t wait to wipe that stupid smirk off his face tonight when you—

A loud whine drags you from your daydream, your gaze snapping away from Kuroo only to land on a pouting Yukie. With another whine, she drops her head onto your shoulder, the sound muffled by the too large jacket wrapped around you. Raising an eyebrow, you glance at Kaori over Yukie’s head, but the other girl only sighs. On your other side, Akaashi leans forward enough to look at Yukie as well.

Before you can ask her what’s wrong, Yukie’s arms slide around your waist. She pulls her face from your arm and props her chin against your shoulder, a heavy, dramatic sigh falling from her mouth. “Ugh,” she groans, looking at you and Akaashi, who only blinks back at her, “you two are so lucky to have such hot boyfriends.”

You almost choke on your spit when her words register. Behind her, Kaori looks absolutely scandalized, her eyes wide with horror. You’re barely able to smother your laughter when you catch a glimpse of Akaashi’s bewildered expression.

He blinks at Yukie again, mouth opening and then closing just as quickly before he finally settles on a confused, “Thank you.”

Yukie nods, her gaze sliding back to the volleyball game going on below. She hums in thought as she watches the ball move, eyes latching onto a familiar player. “Bokuto is thick,” she continues suddenly, rambling to herself. “Thick. With two Cs. Like, damn, look at him next to Oikawa’s pancake ass and tell me that that—what do the kids say, cake?—isn’t the nicest thing you’ve ever seen. Not that Oikawa isn’t hot too, but you know how I like a nice ass.”

You’re trying not to wheeze at this point, your shoulders shaking with barely muffled giggles as Yukie’s attention shifts to Oikawa’s flat ass. Next to you, Akaashi looks like he’d rather be literally anywhere else, and you knock your shoulder against his. His exasperated expression only makes you laugh harder.

Of course, that’s when Yukie turns her attention to your boyfriend.

“Oooh, and don’t get me started on Kuroo. Those are some pretty damn delicious arms. And his thighs! God, he could crush me with those and I’d say thanks.” Your laughter cuts off abruptly, your shoulder stiff beneath Yukie’s chin as her eyes wander over Kuroo slowly, watching as he jumps to successfully block a spike. She hums appreciatively, and you bristle immediately, a sick feeling swirling in the pit of your stomach the longer she looks at him. “They aren’t as beefy as Daichi’s, but Kuroo can—”

Kaori slaps a hand over Yukie’s mouth before she can continue. “Okay, that’s enough out of you,” she says, trying to pull your whining friend off of you while sharing a look with Akaashi.

Yukie only clings to you tighter, arms squeezing around your torso. “What, I’m single! I can look at anyone I want. I just can’t touch, pinch, or lick. It’s not my fault every guy we know is stupidly hot and taken.” Yukie stops suddenly, patting your thigh almost comfortingly. “Congratulations on scoring a hot piece of ass by the way.”

The possessiveness that flares in your chest is shoved back down as you remind yourself that this is Yukie. Your friend. She’s just being ridiculously thirsty as usual. It’s not a big deal. Nope. Not at all.

“Don’t you have a thing with Konoha?” you ask, desperate to change the subject from the aforementioned hot piece of ass that you’re dating. From what you remember from your last girl’s night, Yukie had gone on a handful of dates with the former Fukurodani player and things were going pretty well.

The question only makes Yukie’s expression darken. Her lazy grin disappears, replaced with narrowed eyes and a pout. “He doesn’t seem to think so,” she says, tone dripping with venom that makes your eyes widen. Before you can ask what she means, her mood shifts again. Yukie’s eyes brighten. She throws her arms up, yelling in excitement as the team scores a point.

You lean around her to look at Kaori, bemusement slowly turning to realization. “Is she drunk?”

A tired nod is all the response you need. “Very. She got into the wine while I was in class this afternoon. Apparently Konoha went out with another girl the other night? I’m not sure.”

Yeah, that’ll do it. “Of course, she did.” You settle back in your seat and allow Yukie to lean against your shoulder once more, only half listening to her rambling on about the game and the hot players on both teams. Now that you’re aware of it, you can hear the slight slur in the way she’s talking. That makes you feel a little bit better about her talking so openly about Kuroo. Just a little.

Jealousy is a bitch.

You almost forget about what Yukie said by the time the game is done. Almost. The players are just finishing cleaning up and gathering their things, and you, Akaashi, Kaori, and an intoxicated Yukie are waiting just outside the gym, chatting quietly as you wait for your friends to come out.

It isn’t long before the door to the locker room slams open, cutting Kaori off mid-sentence as the boys leave the gym. Footsteps pound against the floor. You look up just in time to watch Bokuto launch himself through the air and nearly tackle Akaashi to the floor, three inches taller and nearly thirty pounds heavier. Akaashi grunts in surprise, barely able to hold himself up as Bokuto’s arms and legs wrap around him. A noisy kiss is pressed against Akaashi’s cheek, but your attention is already somewhere else.

There’s a stupid grin spreading across your face as soon as you see Kuroo coming down the hallway flanked by Oikawa and Daichi, the three deep in conversation. Even from here you can see Kuroo’s eyes rolling, and you figure they’re talking about Bokuto’s frankly exhausting amount of energy post-game.

You consider calling out to him, but decide to take another second to stare at him instead. It’s unfair how good he looks after a workout, and you might as well enjoy it before he gets the chance to tease you for ogling him.

Yukie isn’t nearly as tactful. “Kuroo!” she calls across the room, waving her arms to get his attention. She nearly smacks you across the face with her flailing, giggling when you nearly drop her in surprise. Kaori hurriedly grabs Yukie as the drunk girl starts to slip from your grasp, and behind you Akaashi is still being smothered in Bokuto’s affections despite his complaints about sweat and PDA.

Kuroo’s head snaps up at the sound of his name, attention turning from Oikawa to Yukie, then to you. A grin immediately makes its way onto his face, his expression lighting up when he sees you. Oikawa says something that makes Kuroo shove him, and one of their other teammates laughs. Waving them off, Kuroo shrugs his bag higher on his shoulder, quickly making his way over to you. A mischievous smile tugs at his lips, and you know he’s just waiting to wrap you up in a bear hug and soak in some much-needed attention.

He’s halfway across the room when Yukie stops giggling long enough to shout, “Nice thighs!”

Kuroo’s steps falter, his eyes wide.

This time, you do drop Yukie. Kaori yelps at the extra weight, not expecting you to let go so suddenly and leave her as the only thing keeping Yukie from falling on her face. Yukie only starts giggling even harder, and you can hear Bokuto snickering as well from where he’s still wrapped around Akaashi.

It takes Kuroo a second to regain his bearings, his mouth opening and closing wordlessly as Oikawa laughs obnoxiously. Daichi at least has the decency to pretend he isn’t laughing as Kuroo calls back a confused “Thanks?” Shaking his head, Kuroo’s gaze returns to you, but you’re busy staring at Yukie.

Like before, there’s a sick feeling swirling around in your stomach. You know exactly what it is and force down the bitter, jealous, possessiveness that rises in your throat. It’s a feeling that you hate, but sometimes it’s hard to brush aside, no matter how much you trust Kuroo and no matter how obvious it is that Yukie is just being herself, albeit significantly more intoxicated.

By the time your attention snaps away from Yukie, the boys are closer. Oikawa is still snickering at your boyfriend’s expense, much to Kuroo’s annoyance. The two are exchanging quips, but Kuroo only has eyes for you.

Unfortunately, Yukie is still giggling and swaying next to you, you’re still more jealous than you’d ever admit out loud, and Daichi just happens to be the closest.

It’s almost an unspoken rule that Kuroo is always the first player you congratulate on a game. Usually, he has you wrapped up in a tight embrace as soon as he sees you, strong arms lifting you straight off the ground in his excitement. Just like Bokuto with Akaashi.

So, when Daichi goes to slip around you and help Kaori with Yukie, it comes as a surprise to everyone when you stop him with a light touch on the bare part of his upper arm. “Good game!” is all that you say to him, sending him a smile before letting go just as quickly once he nods, grateful, albeit confused.

You don’t notice the look that Bokuto and Akaashi share behind you.

Kuroo doesn’t look bothered at all by your brief interaction with Daichi, and somehow that makes you feel even worse. Lean arms wrap around your waist and tug you against a firm chest. Warm, slightly chapped lips press a gentle kiss to your temple. “You ready to go home, baby?” he murmurs against your ear.

One of his hands traces the length of your spine until he’s cupping the back of your neck, thumb sweeping across your skin.

Leaning into him, you tilt your head back to meet his eyes. “Yeah.” You wrap your own arms around him, holding on just as tight. “Good game.”

You’ve only been at Kuroo’s apartment for thirty minutes and you’re already about two seconds away from throwing something at Akaashi. With your volleyball player boyfriends wanting to clean up post-game, you’ve been alone with your best friend since Kuroo pressed a sloppy kiss to your forehead before racing Bokuto to the bathroom, only narrowly beating the other man—who sat outside the door sulking until Kuroo was done.

Normally, you wouldn’t mind the situation, but you can already tell that Akaashi has something he wants to say, and it’s a conversation that you really don’t want to have tonight.

Biting the inside of your cheek, you don’t dare look at him, all but feeling his stare burning into the side of your face as you stir a spoonful of honey into your tea and watch it dissolve. It’s too quiet in the kitchen. The clinking of your spoon against the side of your mug is too loud, and even Bokuto’s muffled, tone-deaf singing coming from the bathroom down the hall doesn’t lighten the mood. Nose wrinkling, you stop stirring your tea. An irritated sigh slips from your mouth.

He’s still staring, leaning against the counter across from you. Ignoring Akaashi is proving to be more difficult than you initially anticipated. You’re painfully aware of his presence. He’s scrutinizing you, brows furrowed in thought, and you know as soon as you look at him, he’ll know exactly what you’re thinking.

“So,” he starts casually—too casually—eyeing you over the rim of his mug, “are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”

You consider flat out ignoring him, but decide that’s too mean. “Isn’t it too late for you to be interrogating me, Keiji?” you ask, propping your chin against one hand as you finally look at him.

He raises an eyebrow at your word choice. “Who said anything about interrogating you?”

“I’m not upset,” you tell him, you know, like a liar. “I’m just tired. It’s getting late.” Another lie. It’s barely ten. Usually on nights when you stay over, you and Kuroo are up late watching movies or fooling around in his room.

“Okay,” he says, dropping it immediately, much to your surprise. He doesn’t look at you as he grabs his tea off the counter. The mug makes it halfway to his mouth before Akaashi sets it back down with a sigh. “Actually, no. I’m not humoring you tonight.” The look he sends you is stern. “It’s okay for you to be upset about what Yukie said, but it’s not fair to—”

Before he can really start to lecture you, he’s cut off by an enthusiastic blur of blue and gray nearly lunging over the counter to tackle him in a hug. “Keiji!” Bokuto croons, face buried in his boyfriend’s neck.

Akaashi grunts as the wind is knocked out of him, Bokuto giving him a tight squeeze around the middle. “Kou, don’t be so loud,” he chastises, but doesn’t shove Bokuto away. With a sigh, he allows himself to be kissed on the cheek and cuddled, casual indifference broken by a secretive, fond smile.

You consider teasing him, but decide against it, content to let them be.

A moment later, long arms wrap around you from behind, pulling you against a firm chest as lips press against your temple, then your cheek. “Hey, kitten,” Kuroo murmurs, voice muffled as he leans down to kiss the side of your neck. His messy hair tickles your cheek, still damp from his shower, and you automatically relax as the familiar scent of his shampoo tickles your nose. Another kiss is placed just below your jaw, where he can feel your pulse jump under his touch. His lips curl into a smile that you know only means trouble, and you shudder as Kuroo’s fingers inch beneath the hem of your shirt.

Akaashi rolls his eyes at Kuroo’s PDA, and Bokuto wiggles his eyebrows. They’re both used to your boyfriend being a sexual menace by now. He’s like this more often than not after a game. The adrenalin makes him grabby.

Your breath hitches as Kuroo’s hands get a little bolder, “Behave,” you tell him, but don’t try to stop him. He won’t get too handsy with Bokuto and Akaashi right across the counter. And, honestly, after what happened earlier, you’re just as needy as he is right now.

His smirk widens. “You like me better when I don’t.” A sneaky hand snakes around your hips to pinch your ass and you squeal.

You reach around to smack his shoulder as he cackles. “Tetsurou!”

He backs off but doesn’t let you go completely, arms moving back to your waist and wrapping around you tightly. His lips press against the side of your head apologetically, coaxing you to lean back against him, and you roll your eyes as you feel him shake with barely muffled laughter. Abandoning your tea on the counter, you place your hands on his arms.

That seems to placate him for the time being. At least, enough for him to turn his attention to your friends across the counter. Kuroo makes himself comfortable behind you, subtly resting more of his weight against your back as he and Bokuto begin to bicker about another practice match they have later this week.

With his boyfriend momentarily distracted, Akaashi goes back to observing you from across the counter, which you purposely ignore, instead focusing on Bokuto’s animated expressions and the gentle rumble of Kuroo’s chest vibrating against your back every time he speaks. Undeterred by your refusal to look at him, Akaashi crosses his arms, staring at you even harder, like somehow he’ll be able to see right through you.

“Do we really have to go to the gym tomorrow?” Kuroo whines. “It’s Saturday, bro, we can take one day off.”

Bokuto gasps, scandalized. “Never skip leg day, Kuroo!” Huffing, he jabs a finger in your boyfriend’s direction. “You want to be dummy thick like Daichi, don’t you?” he asks, much to your amusement. Akaashi looks like he’s in physical pain, and it’s all you can do to keep from cackling right then.

Kuroo’s grip on you tightens just a fraction. The arms that are wrapped around your waist tense, but when you try to look at him, Kuroo tucks you under his chin. His cheek presses against the top of your head. “I think my thighs are thick enough, thanks,” he tells Bokuto dryly. He squeezes your hip when your fingers brush against his forearm, and his tone turns teasing as his attention returns to you. “What do you think, baby?”

The mention of his thighs makes you tense, too. Yukie’s gushing compliments from the game punching straight through your chest and make your stomach twist into knots. And your good mood plummets. There’s a sour taste in the back of your mouth, and you aren’t quick enough to stop a sarcastic quip from slipping out.

“Why don’t you go ask Yukie? I’m sure she’ll tell you how thick they are.” Your tone is clipped, sharp, and you only realize you’ve said it out loud when you feel Kuroo stiffen behind you again, but by then it’s too late.

The tight grip he has on your waist loosens in surprise, Kuroo’s hands falling limply to his sides as he stares down at you in utter bewilderment. “What?” He sounds as hurt as he does confused. The softness of his tone strikes you between your ribs and makes you wince.

Horrified, all you can do is stare at the pair across the counter. Bokuto looks at you, then Kuroo, his eyes wide. Beside him, Akaashi just sighs, sending you a look that’s a clear cross between “you fucked up” and “I tried to tell you”, and for once you can’t even argue with that.

Unsure how to respond to the mess you’ve made, you send Akaashi a pleading look. If anyone can diffuse a situation before it starts, it’s Akaashi. He meets your gaze across the counter, his eyebrows furrowing just the slightest as he looks from you, to Kuroo, and back to you.

“Kou,” Akaashi says suddenly, breaking the tense silence by turning to his boyfriend, “why don’t we go see Konoha tonight? It’s been awhile since we saw him.”

“What?” Bokuto replies, confused, still staring at you and Kuroo owlishly. “Keiji, we just saw him yesterday—oh!” It takes him a second, but then he’s grabbing Akaashi’s hand and all but dragging the other man towards the door. “Right! Let’s go!” Bokuto glances at you and Kuroo over his shoulder, grinning. “You two have fun tonight! But not too much fun, or we won’t get the deposit back on—ouch!” He pouts, rubbing his shoulder where Akaashi smacked him.

“We’ll be back in an hour,” Akaashi says to you. Then, to Kuroo, “Not on the counter, please.”

The insinuation makes your eyes widen, and you shoot Akaashi a nasty look, which he ignores. Talk it out or fuck, is what he doesn’t say out loud, and you tense in anticipation despite the concoction of other emotions swirling in your stomach.

Kuroo makes a low sound in the back of his throat and leans forward again, caging you in as his palms press against the countertop on either side of you. With his chest flush against your back, you can feel how tense he is. “No promises.”

Rolling his eyes, Akaashi grabs his keys out of the bowl by the door and allows Bokuto to pull him out of the apartment. The door closes with more force than necessary, loud slam giving way to silence as soon as you and Kuroo are alone.

Pinned between him and the counter like this, you can feel the heat of his breath puffing against the side of your neck. His fingers flex against the counter top, and your gaze is drawn to the lean muscles of his arms on either side of you.

Yukie’s comments claw at you again, and you grimace. It’s a stupid thing to fixate on. You feel ridiculous for letting it bother you in the first place, and you’re sure Kuroo is confused. Maybe upset. You aren’t usually snappy with him. And Akaashi was right. It’s not fair for you to take your jealousy out on Kuroo.

Sighing, you ready yourself to apologize.

“Are you going to keep acting like a little brat, or are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” His lips brush against your skin as he speaks, touch soft compared to his tone. Your eyes widen as he presses himself up against your back. There isn’t an inch of space left between you. An open-mouthed kiss is placed just below your ear, and you shudder as his teeth graze the side of your neck. When you don’t respond, Kuroo sighs. “I’m not going to ask you again,” he warns you.

Kuroo leans forward, keeping you pinned to the counter as one of his hands drifts back to your waist. The pad of his thumb grazes your hip where your shirt has ridden up, teasing you. Your breath catches. His weight against your back is equal parts comforting and arousing. And Kuroo knows exactly how to touch you, how to turn you into a shivering mess until you’re practically begging for him.

It’s hard not to do exactly that when his breath is fanning over the side of your neck and his fingers are slipping beneath the hem of your shirt. Hot and wet, his lips graze a sensitive spot below your jaw. He doesn’t kiss you, but he’s close, and you feel the slightest twitch of his mouth. You can’t tell if it’s a smile or if your silence is pissing him off. The latter makes your pulse jump, your heart racing.

“Yukie was talking about you at the game,” you finally tell him. It sounds ridiculous when you say it out loud. Petty jealousy. But you can’t help it sometimes. Not when he’s all tousled hair and sly smirks that could drive anyone crazy.

Kuroo pauses. “Oh?” Warm lips place a soft kiss on your neck, and your head falls back against his shoulder, your eyes fluttering shut. An appreciative sound slips from his throat. Another kiss is pressed to your throat, hot and open-mouthed. Shivers run down your spine as his hips rock forward against your ass. “And what was she saying about me?”

His teeth scrape over your skin, just enough for you to feel it, and you jolt. A breathy whine escapes you before you can stop it. Kuroo chuckles, voice deeper than usual, and you try not to squirm as he nips at you, voice a low murmur as he speaks. “Don’t get shy on me now, kitten,” he taunts, “you were so mouthy a minute ago.”

When you take too long to answer, Kuroo’s fingers sneak beneath your shirt to pinch your hip. You yelp, squirming away from his fingers, but that only drives you further back against him. Grunting, Kuroo pins your hips against the counter. Already half-hard, he grinds against your ass lazily. The thin fabric of his sweats does nothing to hide his growing arousal, and warmth rushes through you, liquid heat pooling in your belly.

“Your arms,” you manage to tell him. He acknowledges you with a hum, sound muffled by his teeth and tongue as he continues to tease your neck. “And your thighs.” Your next admission is softer and a little bitter. “She wouldn’t stop staring at you.” A lot of girls stare at him. They always have. It shouldn’t still get to you, not when you’re the one he’s touching like this, hands wandering over your skin and his mouth sucking a bruise onto your neck.

There’s nothing to be jealous of when he’s already yours, and he seems intent on proving that to you.

“Yeah?” Kuroo asks. “Is that why you were trying to make me jealous after the game?” Smugness practically rolls from him in waves. His lips curl into a smirk. “Hmm? Trying to get me all riled up?”

You barely choke out a, “Yes.”

It surprises you when Kuroo’s mouth rips away from your neck. His touch is gone for an agonizing moment before reappearing on your cheek. The kiss he places there is softer this time, sweeter, and it makes your heart swell in your chest as he shifts to whisper in your ear. “You know I’m yours, right?” His hand is pressed against your abdomen now, fingers spread out to cover as much of you as possible. He waits until you nod and sighs. “Good.” He kisses your cheek again, then your jaw, his lips wandering back to your neck.

And just like that a switch seems to flip in him again. “And you’re mine,” Kuroo continues, voice lower than before. “Or do I have to remind you who you belong to?” His hand slides up your stomach, inching towards your chest.

“Tetsu,” you gasp, arching into his clever hand.

“What do you call me, kitten?” It’s more of a demand than a question, and you keen as his fingers slip beneath your bra. His calloused thumb brushes against your nipple before he pinches it between his fingers just to watch you squirm.

Breath catching, you wet your bottom lip. “Sir,” you correct yourself, letting him tilt your head to the side, positioning you just the way he wants you. Your easy compliance makes him grin. Kuroo grinds against your ass again, harder this time, and you squeeze your thighs together as heat licks across your spine.

“Good girl.”

His lips meet your jaw in a chaste kiss, and he squeezes your breast once, palming you before letting go. As his hand snakes out from beneath your shirt, you expect him to yank you around, force your head back and dominate you with a rough kiss, so you’re surprised when his touch leaves you entirely. Like before, his palms press against the top of the counter. Even his weight leaves your back, an inch of space between you that feels too wide and painfully close all at once. The heat of his breath tickles the back of your neck, and you shudder at his proximity, desperate for his touch.

There’s a whiny tone to your voice when you call out his name. “Tetsu,” you whimper, torn between begging for him and holding onto your stubborn pride. Anything to get him to touch you again. Already, there’s an ache forming in the pit of your stomach, and he’s hardly done anything yet.

When he ignores you, you huff. Taking matters into your own hands, you press your palms to the counter top and grind yourself back against his crotch. Satisfaction bursts in your chest as he makes a surprised sound in the back of his throat, but your pleased grin at catching him off-guard disappears as his hand comes down on your ass with a sharp slap.

This time, you yelp, mouth dropping open in a silent cry as his big hand squeezes your ass over your shorts. “So impatient,” Kuroo muses, clicking his tongue in disapproval. “Are you gonna behave for me, or are you gonna keep acting like a brat?” There’s a condescending edge to his tone, and you wish it didn’t turn you on as much as it did. And he knows it too.

As he waits for you to respond, Kuroo places his hands on your hips. His thumbs trace slow circles on your sides, slowly inching your shirt upwards as he fights the urge to rip the thin fabric over your head and take in every inch of your skin under his greedy touch.

And fuck if that’s not exactly what you want right now. It’s a miracle that you aren’t already trembling for him, hyper-aware of his every move. His heated touch. “I’ll behave,” you tell him. The chilled edge of the counter presses against your abdomen as he drags your top higher, but the cold is chased away by his palms ghosting over your sides.

“What was that, kitten?” You don’t have to look at him to know that he’s smirking, pleased with himself for making you such a mess already.

You wet your lips again. “I’ll behave, sir,” you repeat yourself, louder this time.

You’re rewarded with another pleased sound rumbling in his chest. “That’s my good girl,” Kuroo says again. His hands are on your ribs now, his thumbs tracing the underside of your lacy bra. Your shirt is carefully tugged off over your head before he carelessly tosses it to the floor, hands going right back to your painfully soft skin. Both of you revel in the contact.

Kuroo’s mouth is back on your neck immediately, lip wandering over every inch of newly bared skin available to him, all teeth and tongue as he peppers your skin with faint hickeys and love-bites. His teeth graze a sensitive spot between your neck and shoulder. His hands are everywhere. Palming your breasts. Drawing circles and shapes across your sides. Slipping between your legs to stroke your thighs and flirt with the hem of your shorts, teasingly close to where you really want him.

And then his hand wraps around your throat. He doesn’t choke you, grip loose enough for you to breathe, but the slightest pressure has goosebumps erupting across your skin. Your legs tremble as he squeezes just the slightest.

He nips at your exposed neck, and your breath hitches as two long fingers trace your slit over your shorts, applying just enough pressure to your clit for your hips to jump into his touch. Your head falls back against his shoulder again, your eyes squeezing shut as your mouth drops open.

A frustrated whine builds in your throat as he pulls away, but he’s quick to hush you, his hand slipping under the waist of your shorts to tug them down your hips. Left in just your panties, you rub your thighs together, flushing when you feel just how wet you are already. Your panties stick to your skin in a way that’s almost embarrassing, and you know it’ll only stroke Kuroo’s ego even harder.

“Fuck,” Kuroo murmurs as your panties slide down to your ankles. “I’ve been wanting to take these off you all damn day.” He leans back to get a good look at you, half-naked and dripping for him, and the sight goes right to his cock. “Such a cute little ass.�� A hard spank to your right cheek makes you gasp, the sharp sting of pain making your eyes water. He’s quick to soothe the tender spot, chuckling, low and throaty, a deep baritone that hits you right between the legs.

“Do you have any idea how hard it was not to bend you over right in front of Bokuto and Akaashi?” he continues. “I bet you would have liked that, huh? Dirty little slut.” Kuroo’s hand is back between your legs, teasing your wet slit and sliding over your clit until you’re panting.

His grip shifts around your throat. “Fuck,” you mewl. “Tetsu—Tetsu, please.” You can’t finish the plea, a loud squeal cutting you off as he pinches your clit harshly between his fingers before letting go, pain mixed with the pleasure. “Oh, god.”

“Bend over, kitten,” he tells you, lips against your ear. A hand on your lower back guides you down to the counter, and you comply willingly, stretching up on your toes as your torso is pressed against the smooth surface. Kuroo strokes your cheek, his thumb brushing against your lower lip teasingly. “Don’t move.”

You stay perfectly still even as he backs away, legs quivering from the angle and the stretch, precariously balanced on your toes with the counter digging into your hips. None of that matters though. Not the mild discomfort or the cold seeping into your torso. All you can feel is Kuroo behind you, his gaze burning into your back as he trails the tips of his fingers over the curve of your ass, admiring you.

There’s something a bit like awe in his tone as he murmurs, “Fuck, look at you.” His hands ghost over your hips and thighs, like he isn’t sure where he wants to touch you. “So fucking pretty. Such a good slut for me.”

Kuroo’s hand slides up your back, his fingers tracing the dip of your spine until he reaches the base of your neck, where his long fingers wrap around you, forcing you down harder against the counter top. A low hum slips from his mouth as he looks down at you, sharp eyes drinking in the sight of you, how pretty you look underneath him as you try not to squirm. Leaning over you, he grinds his cock against the back of your thigh teasingly. “Is this what you want, kitten?” he asks you, breath hot against your ear. “You want me to bend you over the counter and fuck you senseless? Make you beg me to let you come all over my cock?”

He squeezes the back of your neck as a breathy sound escapes your mouth. Kuroo kisses your cheek. His lips brush against you as he murmurs, “Well that’s too fucking bad.”

You yelp as you’re suddenly yanked off the counter. Hands latch onto your hips as soon as your feet are on the ground, and you’re ripped around so that you’re facing Kuroo for the first time since he came up behind you earlier. His hazel eyes are almost golden in the kitchen light, and there’s a feral glint in his gaze as he looks at you. “You wanna be naughty? Tease me?” he asks, leaning in until his lips are hovering just above yours. “Come on, kitten, you should know better than that.”

His hand wraps around your throat again, tighter this time, and you’re forced to follow him as he steps away from the counter. Kuroo doesn’t kiss you as he guides you through his apartment, making you walk backwards so you can’t see where he’s taking you.

“What was it that Yukie was saying about my thighs earlier?” he asks you. “What did she say that made you so damn mad?”

“Tetsu,” you whimper.

“You know you aren’t very subtle, kitten.” Belatedly, you realize he’s taken you to his room. Kuroo throws the door shut behind you, but doesn’t bother to lock it. Your cunt clenches at the thought of Bokuto or Akaashi walking in, but Kuroo is quick to drag your attention back to him. “You think I didn’t see you staring at me the entire game? You couldn’t take your damn eyes off me.”

Kuroo lets go of your neck, his hand trailing up to your jaw as he drags his thumb across your bottom lip. He watches you as his hand falls back to his side, and his lips curve upwards as he fists the back of his shirt, yanking the plain t-shirt off in one smooth motion. You can’t help the way your gaze drops to his bare chest and stomach, greedy eyes taking in each defined muscle from years of playing volleyball.

Your gaze only slides lower as his sweatpants drop to the floor as well, leaving him in only a pair of boxers that leave his thick thighs on display. Fuck, if you weren’t dripping before, you definitely are now.

So busy staring at his legs, you don’t notice that his smile is all teeth.

Kuroo drops down onto the edge of the bed, and you gasp as he grabs your hips. Yanking you forward, you’re pulled down to him. Chest to chest. Not an inch of space left between you as he situates you over his leg, forcing you to straddle his thigh. “What were you thinking about, hmm?” he asks as you steady yourself on his broad shoulders, feet barely finding purchase on the floor. Heat sinks into you as his thumbs tease the lacy edge of your underwear. As if to taunt you, he leans in close, breath fanning over your lips. “Was it this?”

With that mocking tone, he shifts beneath you, his hands tight on your hips as he grinds you down against his thigh. The rough drag against your clit makes your eyes flutter shut. Your head drops forward against his shoulder, a shuddering breath falling from your parted lips.

“You wanna fuck yourself on my thigh, kitten?” To emphasize his question, his flexes beneath you, pressing harder against your wet cunt. The angle is just right to have him applying pressure perfectly to your clit. When you try to grind against him, Kuroo grabs your hips, holding you in place. And, when you try it again, he lets go of one of your hips long enough give you a warning smack on the outside of your thigh. The sting makes you shudder. “Dirty girl,” he coos, reaching around to squeeze your ass.

“Please,” you whimper as he mouths at the curve of your jaw. Kuroo kisses across your neck, nipping at you as he works his way down to your shoulder. One of his hands slides between your spread thighs to feel how wet you are, and you have to bite your lip to keep from whimpering as he laughs. You jerk, arching into his teasing touch.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” he notes as his fingers slip beneath the damp, flimsy fabric of your panties. Kuroo hums, pleased at the way your arousal coats his fingers.

He circles your clit slowly, each touch sending little pleasurable shocks through you. The knot in your stomach only coils tighter. “Asshole,” you bite out, choking on a moan as he pulls his hand away, leaving you more frustrated than you were a minute ago.

Your tone only gets another laugh from him, deeper and darker than before. “Ouch,” he says, brushing your hair away from your neck, “kitty’s got claws tonight.” His hand wraps around your throat again, long fingers curling around your fragile neck. You still, inhaling sharply, and Kuroo groans as he feels your pulse start to race beneath his hand.

He pulls you further against his chest, naked skin pressed flush against yours. “I thought you said you were going to behave for me,” he reminds you, leaning in to kiss the corner of your mouth. As his lips trail across your cheek, he shifts his thigh underneath you, dragging himself against your pussy slowly. Kuroo stops when he reaches your ear; his grip on your throat tightens, squeezing enough to steal your breath. “You that jealous? Or do you want me to punish you?”

The question is almost a low growl, and you shiver, thighs squeezing around his muscular one. “Tetsu,” you gasp around the intoxicating grip he has on your throat. “Please, I can’t—I need you,” if what you finally manage to spit out, thoughts muddled and head heavy with arousal.

“Well, you better get to it then,” he tells you, adjusting his grip on your throat. His other hand squeezes tightly around your hip, fingers digging into your skin hard enough to bruise. When you don’t move, he bounces his leg. It tears a moan from your chest. “Come on, you know what to do. Why don’t you give me a little show?”

It’s hard to breathe, let alone move. His presence is suffocating in the best way. The hand around your throat. His thigh between yours. The feel of his skin beneath your fingers and the steady beat of his heart where his chest is pressed to yours. All of it has you on edge.

The need swirling in your stomach forces you to move. A slow rhythm picks up as you slide over his thigh, grinding down on him. The tight grip you have on his shoulders is the only thing holding you up, and you shudder at the friction against your swollen clit. A sound of approval leaves Kuroo, and he hums against the side of your jaw, grip tightening just the slightest around your neck.

The grip he has on your hip loosens suddenly. His fingers slides along your side teasingly, his touch so soft that it makes your heart squeeze. You press your chest into his touch as he palms your breast. Deft fingers make quick work of the flimsy fabric, his hand slipping underneath to pinch and roll your nipple just like before. It isn’t long before he’s turned you into a quivering, moaning mess.

The ache between your legs only worsens with each slow roll of your hips against his thigh. The friction is intoxicating, but it isn’t enough. It isn’t what you need. Right now, you want to feel him surrounding you, holding you down as he whispers filthy things in your ear, making you moan for him. You want the pressure of his cock inside you, stretching you, the roughness of his fingers circling your clit until you’re so sensitive you have to beg him to stop.

“That’s it,” he mumbles. “Be a good girl for me and maybe I’ll let you cum.”

Little garbled pleas of his name fall from your lips as he pinches your nipple again, the sharp sting making you lurch forward against his chest.

Releasing your breast, he reaches around your back, fiddling with the clasp of your bra for a second before the fabric comes undone, straps sliding down your arms. You’re barely aware of him prying your fingers from his shoulder and tossing the fabric aside, but when he crushes you against his broad chest, the heat that surrounds you is overwhelming.

Kuroo draws you into a kiss, hot and heavy enough to make your head spin. Letting go of your throat, both of his hands make their way back to your hips, helping you grind down against him harder, faster, your rhythm picking up speed as your legs start to twitch and tremble.

He smacks your ass, gripping tightly and kneading your cheek. The sting distracts you as his other hand disappears beneath your soaked panties. Teasingly, he drags his fingers against your cunt, slick fluid clinging to his skin. “Look at you making a sloppy mess of my leg already.” He chuckles, rubbing two fingers against your clit to make you gasp. “And I’ve barely fucking touched you yet.”

The pace he sets up is hard and fast, determined to send you hurtling towards the edge. Your thighs clench around his, your fingers digging into his shoulders so tightly you swear you might break the skin. By now, your eyes are squeezed shut, your mouth open as you pant and gasp his name. You press yourself tighter to his chest. Sweat-slicked skin makes it easy to slide over his thigh as he plays with your clit.

By now, you’re so turned on that it almost hurts. Each harsh pinch of his fingers on your clit sends shocks of pleasure ripping through you, the coil in your lower belly winding tighter and tighter with every roll of your hips. He slaps your ass suddenly, still thumbing your clit, and the combined sensations make you choke on a moan. Between his fingers and the steady rocking of your hips, you’re going to cum. And you’re going to cum hard.

Kuroo forces you right to the edge; and then he takes it away.

You almost sob as he pulls his fingers out of your panties, Kuroo quick to grab your hips and hold you still, keep you from chasing his touch.

“No,” you gasp, trying to grind down on his thigh despite his iron grip. The lack of stimulation makes you whine, tears welling in your eyes. “No. Tetsu. Oh god, sir, please.”

He releases one of your hips to brush his fingers against your cheek, though the gentleness doesn’t last. Kuroo grips your chin between his fingers, tilting your chin to make you look at him. “I did say I’d have to punish you, kitten,” he reminds you. There’s an apology in his tone, but his wicked smile says he’s anything but. His thumb traces your bottom lip. “Don’t pout. You did so well.” You’re drawn into a sultry kiss that ends too soon. His words are muffled against your lips. “You’re gonna take me so fucking well. Just like a good girl. My good girl.”

“Let me make it up to you,” he says, but it sounds like a taunt.

It’s the only warning you get before his hands are on your ass, gravity shifting beneath you. Kuroo lurches off the bed, hauling you against his chest with ease. Your legs wrap around his waist reflexively, hands desperately grasping at his shoulders to hold yourself up. The bite of your fingernails on his skin makes him groan,

He squeezes your ass appreciatively before slamming you up against the nearest wall.

It knocks the air out of your lungs, and you wince, but Kuroo doesn’t you a moment to breathe before he devours you. His lips are feverish against yours, his tongue in your mouth and his teeth nipping at you until you’re whining and grinding against his cock. Spread open like this, you can only moan into his mouth as the tip brushes against your clit through your underwear.

For once, he doesn’t waste time teasing you, both of you too riled up to wait as he shoves his underwear down. You’re squirming by now, trying to pull him closer with your legs around his hips. A low groan tears from his throat as he shoves your panties aside, his thick cock rubbing against your dripping pussy.

Kuroo’s cock shoves inside of you easily, you’re so wet for him. The stretch burns in the best way, pure ecstasy ripping through you. You whimper as you struggle to take all of him, and your cunt clenches around him so tightly that he tears his mouth from yours to hiss and curse.

“You like that, kitten?” he asks you, groaning as he slaps one hand against the wall to steady himself. The other digs into your thigh. “You like it when it hurts? So fucking naughty.” He presses a sloppy kiss against the side of your neck.

He fucks you roughly. The wall scrapes against your back when he moves, and the little sounds you make only feed his fast pace. He’s perfect inside of you, hard and hot and thick enough to pound against your sweet spot with every harsh thrust of his hips. The wet slap of his cock filling you and your breathy panting and moaning are the only sounds in the apartment, so loud that your neighbors are sure to hear.

You tremble as Kuroo fucks you, only able to cling to him as pleasure makes you dizzy. You’re so close. You’re so, so close, and he must know it with the way you’re tightening around him with every roll of your hips.

His teeth dig into the curve of your neck and shoulder, and you yelp, fisting at his hair. He moans as you pull on the messy strands clenched in your fist, and his cock shoves inside of you even harder. “You wanna act like a little slut?” he pants against your ear, hand coming down on the outside of your thigh. “I’ll treat you like one. You think Daichi could make you feel this good?”

You moan, barely able to shake your head. You don’t want Daichi. You’ve never wanted Daichi. “Just you,” you choke out.

“Good girl.” And then his fingers are on your clit, rubbing tight, fast circles onto your swollen nerves.

Pleasure rips through you as you cum, white-hot and electric. The knot in your stomach snaps as your orgasm hits you, slamming the breath from your lungs. Your hips jerk between him and the wall. Your limbs tremble, heavy, and you shudder as you drop your head against his shoulder, biting down to keep yourself from shouting. The grip you have on his back slips, and your fingernails rake down his back, marking him up.

“Shit,” he sneers. Kuroo fucks you through it, grinding against you harder as your pussy clenches around his cock with every thrust, each rougher than the last. Calloused fingers continue to roll over your clit, though not as frantic as before. His thumb draws lazy circles against your sensitive nerves, swirling and playing with your clit until you’re shaking again.

Whimpering, you try to squirm away from his hand as the pleasure becomes overwhelming, stimulation bordering on too much, too fast until it hurts. “Tetsu,” you gasp, choking out his name. “I can’t—”

He slaps your thigh once. Twice. Then grabs your ass and grinds you against his cock, reaching so deep inside you. “No, no, no,” he mumbles nonsensically. “Not yet. We’re not done yet. Not until you give me one more.” Your walls flutter around him, slick walls sucking him in. “Fuck, that’s it, kitten. Just like that.” He wets his lips, mouth on your neck. “Cum for me again. Such, a good girl.”

Kuroo’s hand wraps around your throat again, squeezing hard. You choke, unable to breathe, and your eyes squeeze shut. You pull his hair. Rake your fingernails down his back. Desperate for anything to hold onto as your muscles twitch and tense. You’re so close. You’re so fucking close.

Squealing, you flinch as his clever fingers sneak back to your clit, determined to make you cum one more time.

And you do, clenching around him beautifully, pussy gripping him tight. All you can do is shake and gasp as another orgasm tears through you, the coil in your gut snapping for the second time tonight. Dark spots float across your vision as you cum on his cock, Kuroo moaning against your ear as he follows you. Hot, thick fluid fills you up as he continues to thrust inside of you, drawing out your release.

You gasp as his hand leaves your throat, panting and dizzy.

Kuroo cradles you against his chest, careful not to drop you as he presses his lips against your temple, murmuring words too low for you to hear. He pulls out slowly, his cum dripping down your thighs as he carries you to his bed.

It’s a few minutes later, when you’re curled up beside him and drowsy, that you remember everything from earlier.

“I’m sorry for trying to use Daichi to make you jealous,” you murmur against the crook of his neck, eyes fluttering shut as his fingers lazily caress your skin, drawing mindless patterns across your back as you cuddle against his side. “I don’t…” you bite your lip as you trail off, and Kuroo’s arm tightens around your waist almost protectively. “I don’t want you to feel like that. I don’t want you to think you can’t trust me. And I don’t want you to think I don’t trust you.”

Your voice is barely a whisper by the end, words breathed against his chest and swallowed up by the stillness of the room.

Kuroo tilts his chin to rest his head against yours. His fingers still against your side as he glances at you, focusing on the curve of your jaw in the half-light. “It’s okay,” he tells you just as softly. Gently, he pulls you a little closer, heaving a loud, obnoxious sigh. “I get it, he’s just so dummy thick. How could anyone resist that?”

Trying not to laugh, you weakly slap at his bare chest, but Kuroo just grabs your hand and smoothly laces his fingers with yours. “Stop,” you whine, tucking your flushed face against his shoulder. Warm lips press against your knuckles, and you can feel him trying not to laugh underneath you.

“Am I not thick enough for you, kitten?” he continues, voice dripping with faux hurt. You roll your eyes, peeking up at him only to find a pout on his lips. At your silence, Kuroo props himself up on his elbow so that he can look at you. “Damn, maybe Bokuto’s right, I shouldn’t skip leg day tomorrow. Shit, maybe I should go right now—”

He moves to get off the bed and you groan, unamused. “Tetsu.” You catch his hand before he can go far, and he lets you pull him down on top of you. “Stop teasing me.”

“You love it,” he murmurs, pressing a sloppy kiss against your cheek. “You know, maybe Yukie should compliment my thighs more. You’re pretty hot when you’re jealous.” His lips move to your neck, and you try not to roll your eyes again. As if he didn’t just fuck the hell out of you because he was jealous. Before you get the chance, Kuroo leans back to look at you. His knuckles slide against your cheek. “You okay? Need anything.” You shake your head and he kisses your cheek. “That’s my good girl.” He’s quiet for a minute. “You know I’m yours, right?”

Heart clenching in your chest, you murmur an affirmative.

“Good.”

As he settles back down, you let him cover you like a clingy, weighted blanket, his touch comforting as he wraps himself around you.

The sweet moment ends abruptly. The apartment door opens and closes loudly, a warning that your roommates are home. It’s quiet for a moment, but then Akaashi’s loud “son of a bitch!” when he sees your clothes on the floor makes your eyes fly open.

Kuroo buries his face against your hair and cackles.

[polyamorous-eleven]

Oh my, THANK YOU for the fics! They are SO GOOD?! I can't. That was what I needed and now I can't stop thinking about our babies. Didn't finished the third one yet, but it's good. Though, seeing El being called Jane all the time is different than usual. But I like it. I actually have this headcanon that she kept "El" because Jane is too paiful. A reminder of a life she could have. Thank you again for sharing them!

YOU'RE WELCOME

asdfghjkl honestly I have the same feelings!

it's kinda weird to see everyone calling El, Jane, but interactions and fic is so good that after a while I just stop noticing that!

And oooh, your hc is good and makes sense!!!

I like to think that even is she is officially known as "Jane" she always asks people to call her El!

+ same, I'm thinking about El's ships a lot asdfg especially that less known like henderhop and hopclair bc that ships are so soft?? and for what??? for being unpopular 😭

[realperson022]

Enhypen - Tamed-Dashed

Just gonna drop this here 👀

The freaking vocals and beat 👌👌👌 Like these boys' voices are ✨perfection✨

The first verse:

Should I be tamed Flash of desire enchanting me Dreams beautiful And grotesque Keep changing shape Oh, twisted and tangled Dilemma of choice within dimensions Taking a step Makes me afraid I hate to be or not

Right off the bat, I think this is about Shadow, especially with the lines about the "dreams beautiful and grotesque" that are always altering. Shadow has suffered memory loss before and we've seen that sometimes they are blurred.

Like hot summer (Na, na, na) Just dash (Na, na, na)

The catchy part of the song! Just dash = running. Obviously, yes! Did you know SA2 was released in the summer? 👀👀 Therefore the events took around that time, right? Right?

Scorching sun show me the way My compass please don’t leave me now

Noooo way, you know who looks like the freaking sun too? Super Sonic, everyone! Hence, 'scorching sun' could be a reference to Super Sonic, the transformation that Shadow saw Sonic last turn into before plummeting to the planet. Maybe, it's the predominant memory that could never be tainted, no matter who tried to manipulate the Ulitmate Lifeform's mind again. Remember this: "Sonic reached out to save me before I fell to Earth from the Ark. If I hadn’t waved him away, Sonic would have fallen with me, but his determination in trying…I’ll never forget that." 💛 Right there, at that moment, Shadow was staring into the eyes of Super Sonic, beautiful amber ones. Also, surely, Shadow thinks Sonic is like his compass, guiding him because of what he witnessed during the events of the Ark.

Verse 2:

Oh, must I stop I’m addicted to this hazy dream Oh, days gone by I can't see the familiar me

Particularly that last line, it gives me Shadow-vibes. If there's something we know about Sonic and Shadow is that somehow they manage to change one another in different ways. Ahem: "If the world chooses to become my enemy, I will fight like I always have!" I don't about everybody, but I like to believe that Shadow definitely got the inspiration for doing this from Sonic, the hero that's always fighting for Mobius no matter what.

The bridge:

Exhausting agonizing thoughts Between the horns So keep it going, keep it going on right now Just keep it running, keep it running up right now You're trapped by the same choices You’re frozen not knowing what to do Then take my hand and run

Shadow has plenty of agonizing thoughts that exhaust him because he's always thinking, pondering scenarios about the past and the future, struggling to find his path at times in the present. Again with the running, but oooh, 'trapped' and 'frozen' are good words! Shadow has those moments where's he debating between what to do (ShTH game had different endings depending on what he picked 🤔). Maybe, this can also be a reference to his duty with GUN, following their orders, because if he didn't, he would receive consequences, maybe even public backlash. You know, sometimes, those agents and the Commander don't know what's best. Sonic, on the other hand, has been doing this for so long...who would you trust more? Also, these lines I imagine Sonic's speaking to Shadow, given that the words 'you' and 'my' are used.

Actually...maybe these last lines could be directed to both in a way. ASdfghjkl mind explosion 🤯 Like, the title is called, Tamed-Dashed, and according to an interview and the music video itself, I think it's about a journey, where the boys believed they were being tamed but wanted to dash away from it. It's fitting for Shadow; numerous people, including Eggman and GUN, wanted to tame him but he never felt right with it. That's where he would 'dash away' and Sonic came into the picture...as the freaking sun!

Now, to spread more of Enhyphen's majestic vocals, I gift you:

Sorry, this took so long! Assignments and writing are filling up my schedule 24/7, but this was nice break from all that! Thanks, Via 💜

[fabdante]

Hey there! Loved your response about your favorite pens, so I was wondering: what other kinds of traditional media do you like to use/ what are some of your favs? :D

Hello!! I’m so glad you liked the response about pens! (Located here incase anyone wants to check it out)! And oooh I have favorites. I’ve done traditional art most of my time drawing and I can be very set in my ways asdfghj.

I’m going to make little sections for mediums I like but I’ll start first with a little overview section I guess before I talk an ungodly amount about markers. Because I will talk an ungodly amount about markers. Markers are my favorite medium by far. I hated markers as a kid but as soon as I got introduced to artist grade markers my life like, changed I swear. But I’ll also touch on paint, ink, and color pencil!

This ended up a lot longer then I expected, so I put it under the cut! I have a lot of feelings about markers and gouache asdfgh.

Forewarning, I’m definitely the type of person to stick with one material after I’m introduced with very little changing over time. I am stubborn like that. So a lot of these will probably read like ‘I tried this once and I liked it and then never tried anything else’. Because that’s probably what happened asdfghjkl. Also a lot of them are probably going to be pretty unsurprising? Like a lot of them are probably fairly common responses for this kind of thing but I’m hoping my answers are somehow enlightening either way. Ok, onto the post!

Markers - Top tier fave!

What I like about markers is how flat they color. I also really like the texture of them. It’s a very flat medium, very fast drying, very good color pay off. That said however, it is not a very light fast medium. Marker out in the sun will fade incredibly fast. That’s like, universal across the medium from my understanding.

I’m not saying anything unique in saying that my favorite brand of marker is Copic. I think everyone usually says that. They are very expensive outside of Japan, but the quality of them is very high and the fact they can be refilled and their nibs can be replaced helps soften the cost for me. I’ve had markers with messed up nibs and I then had to replace the whole thing rather then the offending nib. And the refill packs stretch a really long time in my experience. 

My other favorite brand was Prismacolor, but Prismacolor has since ended their marker line. Some stores still have them in stock, but they from my understanding are not coming back. At least in their previous form (I am hoping they come back in some way). They really filled in where I think Copics do lack, and that’s in having really solid bright vivid colors. Copics are like, vivid and pretty but can be a little softer where as Prisma always packed a punch. Again, hoping they come back if they ever come back I recommend them I have yet to fill the void asdfghjk.

An image of my beloved Prismacolor markers as I mourn before we move on:

Both brands I prefer the brush tip variants. To the point where I refuse to buy anything but Copic Sketch markers. There’s just more flexibility that way and control I think. However, some people prefer the chisel tips.

Now, I don’t really use other marker brands. I was very lucky that I was gifted a lot of Prismas early on and have been building my collection for years. But, seeing as I’ve laid out expensive brands and I am myself quite broke asdfgh, I have some tips I want to lay out on affording a lot of markers:

When you’re starting out, you do not need the most expensive marker set. I feel like a lot of people feel like this so they go and buy a set of Copics and then find they hate using markers and now they have Copics they never use and don’t know what to do with. You can get a feel for the medium with a cheaper set.

Replacing your set with more expensive markers over time as your current ones die out may be a better bet then buying them all in one go. This is what I did where slowly over time, where I could afford to here or there, I would buy a couple of Copics to either replace markers in my collection or add to it. It was much easier to manage then buying them all in one go.

Have a mobile marker color palette. I use index cards sorted by color type so I know all the markers I have and what they look like so when I buy lose markers, I have that with me and I’m less likely to purchase a double or one of those colors that's basically so close it might as well be the same. It also helps color match either a color that is no longer on the market or, lets say, They Get Rid Of Their Marker Brand (not bitter at all Prisma).

Also free markers are best markers if you have someone who is willing to allow you to play with their nice markers for a little bit for free to see if you like the medium before you decide to buy, definitely a win

Lastly, I’m a firm believer that the price and quality of a material does not make the art and good art can be produced with any material so, keep that in mind! Having Copics will not make you a good marker artist, practice is what does that.

Markers are still the love of my life. Even if it might not be as obvious given I mostly share digital art on here. My true struggle is how every digital ‘marker’ brush is a lie and brings me no closer to my beloved markers.

Paint

I will admit something. I hate painting. I am bad at it asdfghj it’s too hard to control. Watercolor has never agreed with me. I’m not good with acrylic. I have never tried oil and I don’t want to. It scares me. However there is one paint I do like. And that’s gouache. 

Now, warning, I’m going to talk a lot about gouache now because I feel very strongly about gouache for a person who rarely paints.

More people have heard about gouache recently because of the Himi Jelly Gouache’s that have become kinda trendy. I literally just got a pack of these and made a swatch chart today (I got the really big Miya set). You’ve probably seen them around, they look like this:

But not a lot of people know about gouache, it’s kind of a weird paint. 

It’s basically a more pigmented watercolor. It’s a lot thicker, it’s activated by water, and it never goes bad. Gouache that went dry ages ago can be reactivated with some water. Also, it dries fast. It became very popular amongst illustration. An example I can think of gouache that people are probably familiar with visually is Mary Blair’s old Disney concept art:

What I like about it is it reminds me more of how I work with marker then any other type of paint does. However, if you water it down too much it can become watercolor which is something to be aware of.

However, my biggest problem with it is it’s harder to find and higher grades can be incredibly expensive. 

I actually can’t really recommend brands for gouache due to this because the ones I’ve used the most are lower end that I don’t really feel are worthy of recommending as a go to. I will say, whatever’s in your local craft/art store as lower grade is probably fine to play around with and will stretch a long way (ie: I did a six foot self portrait for an assignment with one of those and I still have paint left over in that set). However, those sets will likely have some problems where the pigment and the binder may have split in the tubes. 

I would say something about Himi but I’ve only made a swatch chart with those and I’d rather say something about them after I’ve done a full work. For me and my workflow, I think I’ll prefer the fact the paint is in cups rather then tubes. The color selection is also very nice and you get a lot of color. However the paint itself can crack easily if laid on too thick, which is something to be aware of.

Ink

This one’s weird to me because I hate not being in absolute control. However, I love ink. I think its because I love ink pens, so I by extension feel I must love ink. Ink from the bottle is very liquidly, very hard to control, very weird, and Yet. Here I Am. Honestly, it might be because when I have a bottle of ink and a brush I feel very fancy and like I know what I’m doing when I absolutely do not. 

For this section though, I think it’s important to keep in mind I’m not much of an expert with ink. I haven’t done full ink pieces. I’ve mostly used ink as an accent or a wash in mixed media pieces, so that’s the perspective I’m coming from.

I like Dr. Martin’s Bamboo line for colors. In that my professor told me to buy them, so I did, then I liked them. They have good color pay off from what I’ve messed around with. I also don’t remember if I mentioned it in the last post, but I like Higgin’s India Ink for solid black lines on top of paint also.

My one thing with straight ink that I’ve noticed personally is I have trouble getting a solid, solid black? But that’s probably the brands I’m using more then anything else.

Also I recommend a shimmery metallic gold ink. For the soul. Anyone will probably do. I just know my art life improved when I got a metallic gold ink (as evidenced by how I used one excessively in inktober 2019 asdfgh)

Color Pencil

This one I feel obligated to write because in high school I used color pencil a lot. But now I mostly use it as an accent or highlight on other mediums (namely gouache). I like Prismacolor pencils, they’re very smooth and creamy. A good color pay off. However, weirdly hard to sharpen? They can break a lot in transport to wherever they’re going internally which causes them to break a lot when sharpening.

So, that’s everything I can think of right now! I hope this was helpful and thank you as always for the ask!

[kaitosimp]

More mUSIC TIME

Hold on by Cody Fry. This gives me Saimota vibes. Like shuichi waiting for kaito to come home from space.

Feel again by OneRepublic. Yknow this gives me oumota vibes!! Like kaito helping Kokichi to figure out his own emotions!

How far we’ve come by Matchbox Twenty. Yknow I don’t really have a ship for this. Just kaito vibes!!

The final countdown by Europe. Kaito. Come on. We can all tell it’s Kaitos song. It has an old sci fi to it!

Footloose by Kenny Loggins. Gives me saimota vibes. Idk what it is about it, but it does!

House of memories by panic at the disco. Pregame oumota vibes.

Hold us together by WILD. Saimota. :)

Run away by Fareoh, this just gives me saimota vibes. Could also be oumota

Beating heart by Ellie Goulding. this gives me saimota vibes in a way that corresponds with them making up after chapter four. :(

Turbulent by Waterparks. This gives me saimota vibes too. Kinda like shuichi trying to ignore his feelings for kaito because he feels like he doesn’t like him back, and he doesn’t want to ruin the friendship.

I’m making too many of these-

*incoherent screech* PANIC AT THE DISCO YESSSSSSSS- IDK IF YOU REMEMBER THAT ONE ASK WHERE I SAID THE DAY YOU SENT MUSIC AND THERE WAS A BAND/ARTIST I LISTENED TO I'D FLIP MY SHIT??? WELL THAT DAY IS TODAY, I LOVE P!ATD AND THAT SONG IS SO GOOD 😭😭😭😭😭💜 Andddd i know the final countdown solely bc I've danced it in just dance 😂 LESS GO

The hold on song is def saimota!! It gave me feels thinking of it in Shuichi's perspective and him missing Kaito while he's in space 😭😭😭 Or y'know, after he dIES :,))))))) 💔 Either way it hurts 😔✋🏽

Oooh yes I got oumota vibes off feel again!! I saw it as Kaito just coming into Kokichi's life and teaching him what love is like and it's just them in love ty 😩💜

I rlly liked the how far we've come song, its super catchy!! I def got the Kaito vibes, it made me think of his progress and how far he's come with his friends/the love of his love by his side 🌚👌🏼

I honestly forgot final countdown existed so i had to listen to it again 😂 Now that I have, I agree, it has Kaito vibes all over it, even in the melody and beat and everything??? I never noticed the space-y elements to this song like leaving earth and going to Venus so this has been a treat 👁👄👁

Footloose is so dang funky, I love it 😂😂 I know I've heard it before but idk from where! I got saimota vibes too, particularly when it says the stuff about the person playing it cool and obeying every rule but the singer digs a way into their heart, it made me think of Kaito getting Shuichi to come out of his shell and live a little y'know! Then the stuff about life passing by and how you gotta cut loose, it just makes me think of that again, of Kaito brightening up Shuichi's life by showing him new things and expanding his horizons and just yES, it makes sense 🌚

I already knew house of memories but I'll never skip a chance to listen to p!atd, this song is amazing 🌚✋🏽 I DIDN'T SEE THE OUMOTA BEFORE BUT I DAMN WELL DO NOW, DAMN 😭😭😭 GOD I SEE IT AS OUMOTA LITERALLY BEFORE THEY ENTER THE KILLING GAME??? ASDFGHJKL 😭✋🏽

As soon as hold us together I got hit with saimota :,))) I literally see it from either of their perspective and its like, they're falling for each other and its a scary new feeling but it's also amazing and despite how rocky it may be at the start its okay cause they'll get through it 😭💜

Run away gave me both saimota and oumota feels 😭😭 Though saimota gave me many more feels, cause it made me think of it in Shuichi's perspective @ Kaito and him missing Kaito after he goes to space oR, YOU GUESSED IT, AFTER HE D I E S 🥲

Oof, I def got them make-up vibes with beating heart 😭 God, when it said "wanna hear your beating heart tonight before the bleeding sun comes alive" and "i want to make the best of what is left" I automatically thought of the night those two made up through the window and how that was the last time they talked before it all went to hell with the hangar plan, sOB 🥲💔

Man I really liked turbulent!! I def see it from that perspective of Shuichi trying to make his feelings for Kaito disappear and he's just mad that he fell in love with him :,) Also ngl, I got oumota vibes from Kokichi's perspective but that's solely bc of the cussing and attitude 😂

[cluelesslesbian]

Check-In Tag✨

AKA a very long post about moi and this account bc I was tagged by the lovely @katelfiredemon <3

IF YOU SEE THIS, PRETEND I'M TAGGING U like this is completely optional (and long omg) so I don't wanna FORCE anyone to do it but asjhkl I think it's cute

1. why did you choose your url?

My og url was something dumb bc I only used tumblr to keep up with artists and writers I admired… this one is revamped to be ~relatable~ bc I wanted something that I felt comfortable adding on my art?? But ok-

clueless = because THERE’S TIMES THAT I’M A LIL SLOW TO GET A JOKE SDFHJKL

lesbian = bc I’m not out to my family but my sexuality is something I like about me,,, so I wanted to acknowledge it somewhere (and the anonymity of tumblr = ideal tbh)

2. any side blogs? if you have them: name them and why you have them

I made one like yesterday lol! It’s @blue-dragon-shin-ah and it’s for Akatsuki no Yona (an anime and manga I TOTALLY rec! It’s like a historical themed fantasy, comedy, romance WITH a found family trope it’s so good)

but ngl I have no clue how to keep track of more than 1 blog so it'll be a lot more inactive than this one asdhkl

3. how long you’ve been on tumblr?

hmm according to my tumblr account it’d be 2016 since that’s the oldest post I’ve kept (I deleted everything and revamped this acc in december 2020)

BUT I did the math and I would’ve made this account in middle school so around 2013-2014 lol I don’t think I used it much until voltron was booming in like 2016-2018.. Then I lowkey stopped… until now!

4. do you have a queue tag?

oof no

……...I probably should? like 90% of my blog is queued or scheduled… but ngl I barely remember to tag posts at ALL some nights so I probably won’t (rip if that’s annoying,, but I don’t make much og content so I figure anyone following me is chill with this lol)

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

In middle school?? To see funny posts and not be pressured into having an ~online presence~ tbh. That’s literally it lol

6. why did you choose your icon?

Matching with @lesbianklance rn! and keith's expressions r hilarious

Before I just,,, chose sokka bc I love that blue boi and the edit of him had a yellow bg that I LOVED (and matched with my pink theme)

7. why did you choose your header?

Matching with @lesbianklance rn! and klance sdjfhk

Before it was just a colour palette bc I wanted my blog to be my fav colour: PINK

8. what’s your post with the most notes?

My zukka art omg- like I did one that I put effort into which I KNOW is my top post (it’s got like 600 notes??? I still can’t believe it I love that!! 🥰)

BUT MY SECOND TOP IS A POST OF REALLY REALLY ROUGH SKETCHES OF THEM AND I LOWKEY CRINGE AT IT (it’s got like 500 notes.. And I’m like… y ?? I can DO BETTER 😭)

9. how many mutuals do you have?

…...listen I’ve literally never had mutuals until this year (minus my one irl.. I love u bitch!! but u know that bc we text on other platforms too)

idek am i supposed to be keeping track??? I just smile a lot when i see the darker-tinted notifs in my activity feed

10. how many followers do you have?

hmmmmmmm ok i lowkey don’t want to answer this bc my whole love for tumblr is that followers don’t matter? You could follow me today and unfollow tmrw bc i ship something you don’t and life moves on??? So yeah no answer here

11. how many people do you follow?

1807 babeyyyy

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

...wait define shitpost- technically any original post under #yeetidk might be a shitpost cause they’re all just?? my shitty rambles tbh???

13. how often do you use tumblr each day?

Sometimes i’ve got the app open allll day long but other days?? I’ll go on like once in the morning or at night just to check my notifs and then that’s it

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won?

lmaoo bold of you to assume i interact with anyone enough to have a fight (AKA no)

If i did tho?? I’m the type to try and come to some middle ground before dropping the issue so idk- i’m more likely to lose bc i’m willing to （づ￣3￣）

15. how do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

Wish-granting/curse stuff: no.

Politics/Donation posts: depends! I try to only reblog posts like these that I know a bit about bc I don’t really wanna contribute to misinformation ykno?

I did start tagging these posts as #important but I’m not like?? gonna be mad at anyone for not reblogging political posts (also a heads-up if you wanted to block #important: I also tag some lgbt+ stuff under there so you’ll likely miss those too, not a huuuge loss but just an fyi yknow??)

16. do you like tag games?

asdfghjkl this is honestly the first tag game i’ve ever been part of so i have no opinion 😭 tho formatting this post has been a bitch asdhjkl I gotta get back to my homework when I'm finally done this

17. do you like ask games?

I've done a grand total of 1 and I felt so?? ashgjl awkward and bad for asking people to talk to me about myself- maybe if I do one that isn't about me I'll like it more

I do love sending other people anons to compliment them when they do these games tho 😌

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

....this requires me to pay attention to people I follow more than I have been so I literally have no idea??

19. do i have a crush on a mutual?

yes. the one readings this. love u, sweetheart 😘

/jokes

I don't?? usually get crushes? idek.. thought I was aromantic for a while bc of that lmaoo (but then I got a crush on someone irl and I was like "oooh ok so maybe im just gay then")