#aoba plush

[stimming-puppet]

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[strikerjoshy]

U ever heard of

AfuroMujica

[dweebsfilingcabinet]

DMMd in God's year of 2023? It's more likely than you think. Anyway I treated myself to an Aoba doll.

Lastly, this is the first time I've ever remade a doll for myself. In the photo below, the one on the left was actually my first ever 3D doll (that wasn't just 2 pieces of fabric tacked together head to toe). It just so happened to be Aoba. That's where I (accidentally) learned how to make removable jackets. If it looks like he's seen better days, that's because he has; I made him seven years ago. The one on the right is much more detailed--in fact I deliberately challenged myself this time to make the details I left out on the original out of fear I'd screw up and not be able to fix it. I made his glove, his Coil, a more accurate jacket (and I stitched most of the pieces on, where I could.) Gave him a belt. Tucked his shirt in. Belt loops. Polycotton pants, and a few more things. It's surreal to me to see how far I've come in my silly little self-taught sewing hobby. We all start somewhere, right?

Anyway, if you like what I do, check out my commissions. It's my pinned post on this blog <3

[kokoinupi]

put in the tags what item you've spent the most money on and how much it was

[iamnotweii]

quieres?

[beansproutsong]

[Proxy] Enstars Isshoni Kurashu Plush

Opening Proxy / Group order for this plush. Currently order are open for: Fine, Valkyrie, Akatsuki and Switch

Deadline order: 5th April.

Price: 4280JPY (not including shipping to your address)

DM me here or at my twitter (angelic1408) to place your order. I reply faster on twitter.

[zumicho]

THE END OF MOUSETRAP! ← IWAIZUMI / AKAASHI SMAU

EPILOGUE: TAKE YOUR PICK — KEIJI ROUTE

before you continue: this was my first smau, depsite it being a huge chaotic mess, and how mismatched it is with my theme — it has a very special place in my heart & I hope it’s earned a place in yours! thank you for reading & keeping up with mousetrap ♥︎ .ᐟ.ᐟ

with love, ree.

｡･ﾟﾟ･ WRITTEN PORTION BELOW ✧･ﾟ: *

you wake up to soft, rhythmic clatter of keys being pressed, each tap like gentle rain on a tin roof in his quiet room. right, his room.

the lights are dimmed, illuminated by the faint blue glow of the television flickering in the corner. blinking away the remnants of sleep, you watch as your brother lives up to the title of ace & captain.

when did he turn the volley channel on? in the small nook by the window, you see a figure hunched over a laptop, the screen casting a cool light onto his scrunched-up face. keiji doesn’t notice you've woken, too absorbed in whatever he’s typing.

you shift under the covers, stretching and yawning. his sheets smell like new books and coffee. like him. as you stare at the volleyball plushie sitting next to you on the bed, the rustle of the bed seems to catch his (akaashi’s) notice. he tensed, but he’s still glued to his screen. probably thinking you’re still asleep. his glasses are pushed up above his forehead, his hair bunching messily behind them. it’s a good look, you note. “if you keep looking at me like that I’ll ambush you one day. when I catch you,” you threaten the plush.

it works. now he’s looking at you. “sorry. did I wake you?” the glasses slide down the tiniest bit at the tilt of his head.

you wiggle over to the end of the bed and smush your face onto his forearm. “mmyes. buht you can make it up to mmfe.” and he chuckles at the muffle in your voice. you could listen to that laugh forever. you look up at him, resting your chin on his arm now.

he’s wearing the navy blue cashmere sweater your mom gifted him last Christmas. it’s a v neck. god, do your parents adore him. red creeps up his arms like he notices you drooling over him. it’s like he’s immune to the years you’ve been together—not once has he normally received a compliment from you.

“when are you going to make her your fiance? what’s taking you so long? it’s been three decades.” your dad would scold. his stupid grin would give him away, though. he could never stay mad at his ‘future favorite son in law’. it’s one thing you and your father have in common. you have a soft spot for akaashi keiji.

keiji’s about to say something, but the man on the tv beats him to it. both of you look to see a bright-eyed iwaizumi, reporter shoving a mic at his face as he catches his breath. he answers a few questions, like “how did you become the adlers’ trainer?” and “did you think this was what you would be doing when you played for aoba johsai?”

“how does it feel?” the reporter demands. for some reason? akaashi looks to you at that question. what? your eyebrows ask him.

“how does it feel, that you’re here and not there?”

there’s another lull in the conversation, which you’ve gotten used to expecting.

you smile. “I wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else. maybe doing something else,” you tease, “but not anywhere else.”

“you’re disgusting.” he flicks your forehead.

“ow.” you swat his hand away. “you’re mean.”

“thanks.”

“and I hate you.”

now he’s smiling.

he plants a kiss on your forehead.

“hate you too.”

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akaashi driving to his job playing this in the car thinking of you

[iwaoiness]

It is rare for Oikawa and Iwaizumi not to meet in Japan, but when they don't, their parents always try to make it more pleasant. So when Tooru receives a message from Iwaizumi's mother inviting him to stay over just two days after landing, he smiles tenderly and informs his parents.

He doesn't take anything from home. Hajime's wardrobe still has a corner with his clothes, and in the bathroom there are still his creams, shampoo, hair gels and headbands.

There is something of Tooru in Hajime's, just as there is something of Hajime in Tooru's.

He spends the day with his second mother, who greets him with a warm, sweet hug. Then comes his second father, who gives him those bear hugs that lift him off the ground and make him laugh like he did when he was two years old.

"Welcome home, sweetheart," they tell him, because for more than two decades now, sorry for the intrusion has become I'm home.

They have dinner together, share anecdotes, and, accompanied by tea, watch a 12-episode series. Oikawa and Mama-Iwa comment aloud, while Papa-Iwa is so engrossed that, when they finish it, he is indignant at not having a second season to watch.

After discussing the plot, they say their goodnights. Kaori kisses his forehead, Shota ruffles his hair, and they both wish him sweet dreams.

Entering Hajime's room and closing the door behind him feels like stepping back into the reality he wanted to ignore. Tooru's shoulders slump, and the weight in his heart returns as his eyes wander around the bedroom.

The bed is still the same, covered with the sushi-print duvet he gave Hajime for his birthday. The shelves are somewhat empty, with a few Lego figures scattered around, books that couldn't make the journey, and a couple of pictures featuring old photographs of Hajime with his parents and extended family. Where dozens of Polaroids used to hang above the headboard, only one remains: it's Tooru, smiling brightly at the camera, his hair tousled as he hugs the stitch plush Iwaizumi gave him. On the desk are pens with barely any ink, worn pencils, and the wireless mouse he forgot to take with him. A Godzilla poster adorns the wall, a deflated volleyball rests in one corner, and Aoba Johsai's jacket hangs up.

Oikawa takes a deep breath and pushes himself away from the door to shuffle towards the bathroom. He brushes his teeth and cleans his face, slow and lazy. He returns to the bedroom and opens the wardrobe, but only Hajime's part. It's almost empty, but a dark oversize shirt hangs on the rack. It smells so much like Iwaizumi's cologne, with that hint of his fresh deodorant spray, that when Oikawa swipes it over his head, he almost groans. He doesn't bother to put on trousers, stays in his boxers and finally sinks under the duvet.

The pillow smells like Hajime, and Tooru curls up, wishing he could sink into it. Missing him feels like drowning. He wonders what Hajime is doing now. Whether or not he has got out of bed. Whether he's gone for a run. If he has made a smoothie last night or will do it later. Whether he's preparing the lessons for his favourite group. Whether he's thinking about him as much as Tooru thinks about Hajime. If it's just as hard for him when they don't see each other. If he thinks Oikawa's a bad boyfriend for choosing to pursue his life's dream over him. If Hajime wants to stay with hi—.

His mobile vibrates on the bedside table, startling Oikawa out of his reverie. He quickly reaches out and grabs his phone.

Hajime 🤎🦔

babe, u still awake?

facetime?

Tooru doesn't even respond, he initiates the call. His heart races as it did during their first kiss. Three seconds later, Hajime's face, with a soft smile and narrowed eyes, fills his screen. Suddenly, breathing is much easier, and the weight on his chest lightens.

Oikawa smiles back, genuine and sweet.

“Hey, babe.”

“Hey, darling-chan.”

“Are you in my bed?”

“Mmh.” Oikawa nods, stretching his arm upward to widen the angle before making a peace gesture with his free hand, his smile widening.

Hajime laughs, his voice flowing through the speaker, somewhat distorted.

“I hope you're not drooling all over my pillow again.”

“Rude, Iwa-chan, I don’t drool!” He protests childishly, sticking his tongue out as he settles sideways, placing his mobile where Hajime would be.

At the same time, Iwaizumi does the same from his bed in Irvine, snorting in amusement.

“Oh, yes you do, Tooru.”

“Well, I’d rather drool than snore.”

“I don’t do that.” He frowns.

“Oh, yes you do, Hajime,” Tooru mimics his voice, grinning victoriously when Iwaizumi pulls out his middle finger.

They tease some more, gazing at each other with smiles painted on their faces. Oikawa tells him all about what he did today, describing how delicious dinner was and sharing the plot of the series he watched with Iwa's parents. Iwaizumi tells him all about what he has planned for today, detailing the fifty-question Kahoot he’s prepared for his favorite group and the amusing tale of how Jacob managed to tangle his toothbrush in his hair (again).

They don’t need to say that they miss each other. They don’t need to mention how time hasn’t quite eased the hollow ache they feel when they look to the empty space beside them each day. They don’t have to, because they both know it, and that’s what keeps them holding on.

Missing feels like drowning, but every video call, every message, every call, every photograph, every audio, every letter, and every ticket back and forth feels like a breath of air.

...

isnt 20th here yet but happy bday to oikawa my loveeee!! every day in july is tooru day <3

u can find me on my ao3 🍉

[dira333]

Aoba Johsai (Seijoh)

The World's most (un)serious Game of Chicken - Hanamaki/Makki

We go deeper than the ink... - Hanamaki/Makki (drabble)

Grilled Cheese Drabble - Iwaizumi

Pining drabble - Iwaizumi

Latte me be your lover - Iwaizumi

Of Godzilla and the Night Sky - Iwaizumi

Roll the Dice Drabbles - Kunimi & Dango, Bus, Akaashi

What married people do Drabble - Kyoutani

Spa-Day - Kyoutani (drabble)

Jealousy Drabble - Matsukawa

Of Swings and Snakes - Matsukawa part 1 part 2 the inspiration

What's in a scarf - Matsukawa

Brother's best friend - Mattsun

A plush for a lover - Oikawa

Your heart fits like a key - Oikawa (drabble)

There's no fire without air - Oikawa

Away from home - Oikawa (FC)

[poetryandfluffycats]

A Producers Reward

A/N: im sick so this is mainly just mugi brainrot. also first real time writing smut so cant promise it will be amazing

Pairing: Tsumugi Aoba x fem!producer reader

Warnings: NSFW, tipsy sex, oral sex(f receiving), penetrative sex, petnames(princess, baby, good girl), breeding kink, praise, light amount of teasing, very light spanking, semi-public sex(in a closet), mildly ooc Tsumugi(hes drunk soo), soft dom Tsumugi

Content: You attend the release party of a new album from Switch, the idol group you produce. A very tipsy Tsumugi finds you during the party, desperate to show you how much you mean to the unit.

Words: 2.2k

NSFW oneshot under cut!

Voices boomed from throughout the party venue, which had been decorated with an abundance of green and white streamers and ribbons. This was what made your job as a producer worthwhile-witnessing your idol group, who had spent all their hard work and energy on their new album, be showered in praise at the release party. Seeing the bright smiles and looks of achievement on the members of Switchs faces made all the stress worth it.

You sat down on a sofa, swirling your wine as you watched Natsume make a speech up at the microphone. You could see Sora sitting down close to the microphone, staring up at his senpai with much admiration and respect. He looked adorable in his little suit-like a real cutie-and you couldn't help but feel a smile tug at your lips as you looked at the younger idol.

"Enjoying yourself, producer?" The couched dipped slightly as a familiar face came and sat down next to you.

"Ah, Tsumugi. Yes, its lovely" You took a sip of your wine. "I'm glad everyone is enjoying themselves"

"Hmmm, yeah. Its all thanks to you, producer" Tsumugi hummed whilst taking a sip of his own drink, his eyes not leaving your form. "You put so much effort into our group"

You couldn't tell whether it was the alcohol or Tsumugis gaze that was making your cheeks red and hot, and you were grateful for the dim lights of the room. "Its a team effort, really. I only play a small part in your success" You waved your hand dismissively, trying desperately to ignore the butterflies in your stomach.

Tsumugi took another long sip of his wine, his intensive gaze washing over you again. A shiver ran down your spine. You'd never seen him look at anyone like that before, let alone you.

"I think you don't give yourself enough credit" His tone suddenly dropped, a stark contrast to the cheerful one you were used to hearing. You could smell the alcohol on his breath as he shuffled closer and your whole body tensed up.

"Tsumugi?"

"Switch would fall apart without you, (name)" His large veiny hand met your thigh, gently stroking the plush skin.

You bit down hard on your lip, trying to suppress a soft moan from escaping your lips. The sensation of his fingers running up and down your inner thigh was enough to drive you crazy.

"You work so hard for us. You reward us so well, but who rewards you? Who takes care of you?" He cooed, his breath tickling your neck as he leaned in closer. His voice was full of lust, laced with the desire to take you right here on the sofa. It was as if the wine had released some carnal urge in the blue haired idol. "Don't you think you deserve a reward?"

"A reward?" It was getting hard to think coherent thoughts as Tsumugis slender fingers gazed over your clothed cunt. You could feel your wetness pooling inside your panties, soaking them.

"Yes, a reward" He placed a sloppy kiss to your neck, biting down softly. "Don't you want a reward, princess?"

The petname went straight to your core. There was no way you could resist him now.

"Please! Please Tsumugi, please reward me!" Your words came out as a rushed moan as he continued to rub up and down your soaked clothed cunt, a lustful smirk appearing on his face.

"Good girl"

With that, he pulled you up. His grip on your wrist was tight-nearly painful-as he dragged you through the party. The two of you received many strange glares and glances as you rushed through the crowd, probably due to the arousal you could feel dripping down your leg and Tsumugis painfully hard member straining his suit pants. You didn't care though. The only thing you cared about right now was Tsumugi.

"Ah!"

You gasped as you were thrown into a storage closet. Tsumugi very swiftly shut the door, clicking the lock into place. It was pitch black in the closet, the sound sounds being the muffled music from the party and your tiny whines and pants.

"Shhh, you have to be quiet baby" Tsumugi purred at you, one hand snaking around your waist to pull you close and the other being placed over your mouth silencing you. You couldn't see him in the darkness, but you could feel his hard cock pressing up against your thigh. "If you can be quiet, I'll make sure to fuck you real good, okay?"

You nodded desperately, tears beginning to prick the corners of your tears because of how desperate you were for his touch.

Tsumugi grinned and removed his hand from your mouth, replacing it with his lips. He wasted no time brushing his tounge into your mouth, the bitter taste of red wine filling your taste buds. The kiss was sloppy and uncoordinated, his movements were almost animalistic as he devoured your mouth.

His hands began to roam across your body, sitting comfortably on your ass. You groaned into his mouth and arched your back as he kneaded and squeezed the soft flesh through your skirt, giving it a light spank.

"Such a sluty little outfit, such easy access for me" Tsumugi murmured as he pulled away from the kiss, a string of sailva drooling down his chin. Delivering another soft spank to your ass, he chuckled slightly. "Just begging to be fucked"

"P-please, need my reward..." You muttered, reaching for his belt. He slapped your hand away, causing you to whine and pout.

"Ah, Ah, Ah. You need to be patient, baby" He tutted, sliding his fingers down the waistband of your skirt.

In one swift motion, he pulled down the garment and got down on his knees. He buried his nose into the warmth of your panties, breathing in deeply.

"You smell so good" He cooed, lapping up the wetness that was dripping from out the lace. A sinful moan escaped your lips as his tounge slid over your clothed clit. Your legs felt as if they were turning to jelly. "Tastes good too"

He quickly ripped the thin layer of lace off your body and discarded them on the floor beside him. You didn't even have time to be embarrassed of your nakedness before the idol buried his mouth onto your clit, sucking it harshly.

"Fucking hell" You cried out, your hips bucking at the contact. You could feel his grin as he continued to suck and lick your sensitive bud. The sensation was enough to drive you crazy.

Suddenly, he pushed his middle and index fingers inside your sopping cunt. He trusted them deep, scissoring them and hitting all the sweet spots inside of you. He began to niddle softly on your clit, flicking his tounge up and down. Your legs shook as you grinded your pussy against his face like a dog in heat, desperately chasing your orgasm.

"M-mugi~ close-Ah!" You whined as he increased the speed of his fingers, smirking against your clit as he silently added a third digit. You were a complete mess. Sweat was dripping down your face and thighs, mixing with the juices down your leg. Your body trembled and shook violently.

"Cum for me, princess"

With one final flick of his tounge, the knot in your stomach snapped. You threw your head back and arched your back, screaming out Tsumugis name. White clouded your vision and you swore you saw stars as he continued to fingerfuck you through your high, your walls clamping down against the digits.

"Such a pretty girl" He retracted his fingers from your hole, making you whimper at the loss of contact. He brought his glistening fingers up to his mouth, licking off the slick and allowing some of it to drip down his chin. "You're so good for me, (name)"

He stood up, pulling you in for another sloppy kiss. The mixture of the taste of your own jucies and the red wine was intoxicating in your mouth. You couldn’t help but reach for his belt again, trying to undo it. Your movements were clumsy, long gone any of your previous patience.

"Need you...need your cock now" You whined into the kiss as Tsumugi moved his lips down onto your neck. He sucked and sunk his teeth hard into the skin, no doubt leaving countless hickies and burises.

"I know baby, I know" Tsumugi cooed, licking the pluse of your neck. "I'll give it to you, don't worry. Gonna stuff that pretty little hole of yours and breed you nice and good"

"Breed me!~ Need it so bad!" Any shred of dignity you once had had disappeared, leaving you a horny mess. You tugged harshly at his belt, causing the idol to chuckle and swat your hand away again.

"So needy for me, aren't you princess?~" Tsumugi purred, finally helping you undo his belt and letting his trousers fall to the floor. The outline of his bulge was more visible through his boxers. The sight made you clench around nothing.

He pulled his boxers down, his erection springing free and hitting his lower stomach. You couldn't see such in the darkness of the closet, but you could tell he was big, a very prominent vein going up the shaft. A small puddle of precum was gathered on the tip, leaking down.

You didn't have much time to admire though, as Tsumugi quickly grabbed your waist and slammed you up against the wall, using his own hips to sandwich you between him and the cold brick.

"F-fuck, Mugi!" You cried out as he rutted his throbbing length up and down your folds, coating it in your slick.

"So wet for me" He purred against your ear, nibbling the shell of it. "Do you want it inside?~"

"Please! I need your cock!"

He lined his tip up with your entrance, pushing it in agonisingly slow and drawing out a low moan from your lips.

"G-god, you're so fucking tight baby" Tsumugi hissed into your ear as you wrapped your legs around his waist, forcing him in deeper. Burying your face into his shoulder, you chanted his name like a prayer as he stretched you out. It burned slightly, but it was the best pain you'd ever experienced.

"So big-Ah!" You babbled, digging your nails into Tsumugis shirt and holding on for dear life. He bottomed out inside of you, his tip kissing your cervix and his balls flush against your skin. You felt so full.

He gave you a few seconds to adjust to his size before giving you a sloppy kiss on the lips. "Can I move, princess?" He muttered, hot breath tickling the side of your face.

You nodded frantically, "Please!~"

That was all the prompting he needed. In a swift motion, he pulled out, leaving only the tip inside before thrusting back in brutally and bottoming out again. He set a rough pace, the sound of his balls slapping your skin filling the room along with the squelched noises of your hole.

"Such a good girl, t-taking me so well" He praised you, peppering kisses across your face. "So beautiful"

You tried to reply, but all that came out was a straggled moan as Tsumugi hit that sweet spot inside you. You clawed at his back, the pleasure taking over your mind.

"Yeah? Right there?~" The blue haired idol teased, angling his hips to continue abusing your g-spot. Tears pooled in your eyes, you had never felt this good before. "You like that baby?"

"Yes! G-god, love it s-so much!" You groaned, pulling him in for another heated kiss. You could feel the knot in your stomach threatening to snap again. "Needa cum!"

"Gonna cum for me princess? Gonna milk my cock dry?" Tsumugi's thrusts were becoming more uneven and messy, he was close too. "F-fuck, you drive me crazy. Wanna fuck you every chance I get. Fuck you round with my kids. You want that baby? You want my cum?"

"Yes, yes, yes! Wanna be a mommy, wanna carry your babies!"

With one practically hard thrust, the knot in your stomach snapped for the second time that night. Your whole body spasmed, vision going blurry and your walls clenching and milking Tsumugis length. A loud moan ripped from your throat and you were sure everyone outside could hear you.

"Fuck, (name)!" Tsumugi came not long after you, coating your walls white and filling you to the brim with his cum. He continued to slowly rock his hips against yours as you both rode out your highs, panting heavily.

The two of you stayed in that position for a moment, catching your breath and enjoying eachothers warmth. You felt his member soften inside you.

"Are you alright?" Tsumugi broke the silence, gently pulling out of you and helping you to the floor, sitting down in front of you. "That wasn't too rough?"

You shook your head, resting it on his shoulder, "No, it was amazing. You were amazing"

"Good, I'm glad" He placed a soft kiss to your forehead, rubbing circles on your back. "Do you wanna go back out there?"

"Hm, can we stay like this for a bit longer? My legs are sore"

"Yeah, of course, princess"

[vanskyfox]

5 Comfort Characters

Thank you for the tag @edmunderson 💝

I'm an open book, but it's just that my strongest hyperfixations are Kingdom Hearts, some numbered Final Fantasy series and SK8 the Infinity, so saying my comfort characters is nothing new.

I'm going to use my own drawings (some are a year old and some are even six years old) since for this type of things I'm really bad. When you draw you put your soul into it, so I guess that's the best way to show my comfort characters through my interpretation. In general rules I'll say it's so hard to explain, I just love them and feel super comfortable both roleplaying as them and enjoying their stories, their designs, their fights, everything about them. I guess a lot of the common traits of my comfort characters are that they are devoted to their cherish ones and that they have childhood friends.

1️⃣ Riku (Kingdom Hearts)

2️⃣ Prompto (Final Fantasy XV)

3️⃣ Kaoru Sakurayashiki/Cherry blossom (SK8 the Infinity)

4️⃣ Tadashi Kikuchi/Snake (SK8 the Infinity)

5️⃣ Xion (Kingdom Hearts)

Special mention to Vanitas (Kingdom Hearts) and Aoba Seragaki (DRAMAtical Murder), I never did a proper draw of them (I don't know why) but are also comfort characters to me.

Tagging: @lea-heartscxiv, @honeybeenrw, @stargazer-sims, @plush-sharks, @the-daydream-archives, feel free to skip if you don't feel to do it ❤️

[dreamerwitches]

Hallo, how a designer of witches, magical girls and even doppels, as well as a connoisseur of stories, what do you think will be the doppels of Sakuya, Chika Aoba, Maria Yuki, Hotaru Yura, Ranka Chizu, Seira Mihono and others who are still capped? What stories or emotions do you think these witches would embody? Do you believe in the theory that Mabayu is Itzlii in another timeline like Magia Record?

Sakuya I'd say a witch focusing on running. Maybe lots of legs? Or something like a cheetah? And perhaps fire themed because of her motto 'complete combustion'. And as a joke, let's make her doppel as badly drawn as she is

Chika a plant monster. Maybe a dryad theme? She seems pretty easy to me, plants, nature, maybe animals. Maybe a woodcutter too or something because of her axes

Maria I'd say a sea creature and maybe a plush like the ones she uses. She totally gives me the vibe that her witch would be like Charlotte or Candy, cute but vicious. I kinda wanna say a whale or a dolphin, something big and menacing looking but it has a motherly feel towards its familiars.

I have a witch design for Hotaru here

Sleep, dreams, pastels, another easy one. She'd probably just be asleep on her doppel

For Ranka I'd say a giant claw machine, or just something mechanical in general. Definitely a games theme.

Seira has a film theme so maybe a camera or reel (has she met Mabayu??) but I'm also inclined for it to be like the monsters she has in her memoria. I think a big kaiju witch would be fun, hm?

I think Hotori and Rion should have matching witches or ones that form a pair like Tsukasa and Tsukuyo

As for Mabayu and Itzli. Honestly, I don't want to believe it cause this girl is forever Itzli's magi to me

And honestly I think they're never going to do anything with Mabayu again after this and I don't think they'd have the balls to confirm something like that cause the magireco team with such cowards with the og witches. But i'm basically like 'sure, fine, i guess' with it

[dalgikiss]

Til Kingdom Come

index

ii. be careful about what you give your voice to

Oikawa stands outside, his fingers tracing nonsensical patterns into the balcony railing. The trumpets tha sounded in the distance signaled the arrival of the queen, the joyous sound traveling through the air. 

The wind blows through the trees in time with the melody, making the leaves dance on the branches. Oikawa catches a couple of flower petals that happen to make their way up on the balcony he stands on. The queen’s arrival meant the new princess was here, her name becoming the most talked about subject since the queen had departed.

Oikawa wonders what she was like, letting his imagination conjure up an image. No one knew anything about her, speculations of whether or not she was truly the late King’s granddaughter whispered in secret in bars and on the streets. 

Oikawa’s uncle is a man that doesn’t look like someone that makes many jokes. From his broad shoulders to his square set jaw, and the stern set way his eyebrows were almost constantly furrowed together, the idea his uncle would tell a joke was a comedic act in itself- which is why Oikawa wasn’t quite sure if he heard his uncle correctly. 

“Run that by me, one more time?”

“I said,” His uncle’s tone of voice begins to grow exasperated, “You are to take the crown from the new Princess. You are the true heir to the Aoba throne and I absolutely refuse to let some idiotic, ditsy girl from god-knows-where become the ruler of this country”

Oikawa stares at his uncle, you’re fucking kidding me. However, his uncle seemed anything but joking, dead set on his idea. In fact, he seemed rather pleased with himself as well, a satisfied smile on his face as he leaned back into the plush of the armchair he resides in. 

Sensing his hesitance, his uncle’s set smile slowly morphed into something disappointed, making Oikawa’s blood freeze in his veins. “You do want to rule this country, don’t you?” His uncle stands, making his way to where Oikawa was frozen in his spot in the room. 

“We’re not friends, so stop trying to fucking follow me around”

His uncle is in front of him, standing to his full height. Despite being taller than most, his uncle is still able to tower over Oikawa. 

“You don’t want to disappoint me, do you?” A rhetorical question, Oikawa knows this well but he can’t help but shake his head. “We’ve worked hard, think of everything we’ve sacrificed”

“A noble like you should not be friends with commoners who beg to lick the dirt off our shoes”

Oikawa smiles, the one he’s practiced in the mirror until he is sure no one can discern the difference between real ones and this one. His uncle is none the wiser, taking his smile as an agreement.

“Of course Uncle,” Oikawa promises, “I will do my best to uphold your wishes”

X.

The inside of the palace is just as grandeur as you had expected, long arching windows to show off the perfectly polished garden outside and intricate drawings hung up all around the walls. The maids bow as you walk past them with your grandmother right beside you. Her faithful guard, Akira, travels behind the two of you silently.

You can’t help but sneak glances at your grandmother, her regal presence somewhat baffling to you. You barely remembered the last time your parents had even brought up your grandparents, let alone actually seeing them in person. Your grandmother finally catches your eye when you make another glance towards her. 

“Is there something you’d like to say?”

You blush, ducking your head. Your grandmother shakes her head and fixes your posture again, “You are a princess now. You must never look down at your feet.”

Right, You think to yourself, hurriedly straightening your back, I have new rules to follow

“I was just wondering why my father never mentioned anything about being a royal,” your eyes flit over to a portrait of him, the warm facial features you were used to on the face of your father was nothing like the cold hardened expression the picture of him wore. 

Your grandmother hesitates before answering, brown eyes watching the way you stare at the portrait with unfamiliar eyes, as though you could not recognize that the man in front of you was truly your father. 

“Your father is a brilliant man,” Your grandmother begins, “But he was always looking for something else, always searching for something beyond the confines of his status. I don’t know if you know this, but he was quite the troublemaker when he was your age. He was desperate to be seen as someone other than his status”

She chuckles, “He used to sneak out of the castle in these terrible disguises. He would drive Akira crazy trying to figure out where he was hiding all these ridiculous colored wigs and fake noses” 

You snicker, picturing your somewhat strict father adorning a hot pink wig with glasses that have a fake nose attached to them, trying to sneak out of the castle. 

“Your father loves this country, but he loves not being under the public eye more. When the time came for him to come back from university, he chose to stay with your mother,” your grandmother begins to walk down the hall again, “I believe he made the right choice. He was a great prince, and he would have made an even greater king, but he is happier being a father and a husband than a ruler” 

She casts you a glance, “I hope that answers your question. Now come,” She gestures for you to walk a little quicker, “We have some… unsavory guests that have come to greet you”

[pridewishes]

silly moca aoba bandori nesoberi plush pfp. just one. she's so goofy... (also for flag just do aromantic flag thanksssss)

Here she is.

[roobgumball95]

trashykawa right where he belongs 😤

[murasakiyuzu]

anyway i got a peacock plushie

i named it oikawa