#hq socmed

[mahyuume]

BF TEXTS W/ KENMA

— synopsis. as the title says, but with timeskip kenma!

pairing. timeskip!kenma kozume x reader | genre. fluff, crack, smau/socmed

mlist | omg hey guys first haikyuu post and it’s socmed/twt. 😆😆🙂 im never calling it X. anyways this is for my mamacita hahehehah

[axoqiii]

🐦‍⬛ the freak duo.... oh my god they were aibous

[dreamingdeadly]

summer heat ☀️☀️☀️

[ruwhimsical]

“BUT EVEN THOUGH YOU’RE KILLING ME”

haikyuu characters flipping out on reader after a rough day ft. atsumu , kuroo , oikawa

cw : angst n profanity , them being assholes , insecure atsumu

pt 2. here!

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mlist

[lesbianfanfictionenthusiast]

sometimes when i go on twitter and see all those phannies being friends and having group chats i regret not posting on there but then i see someone get reputationally executed every week and make peace with my lurking

[daetko]

Sunset Serenade !

— talia’s 200 event !!! 10/8/24 - 20/8/24 !

we’re going to the beach today! pack your bags, grab your floaties and get ready to kick off your sandals !! you can do whatever you desire with many beach activities ! ;

NAVIGATION☀️ MASTERLIST ⛱️ RULES 🌊

we’re going to the beach today! pack your bags, grab your floaties and get ready to kick off your sandals !! you can do whatever you desire with many beach activities ;

WAVE RIDERS ; send me a character and i’ll make them a mood board based on what they’d wear to the beach!

CASTLE ARCHITECTS ; send me a character and i’ll write a fluff drabble about building sandcastles together!

BEACH VOLLEYBALL ; send me a few characters and i’ll write a drabble of a beach volleyball match between them ( & you!)

TIDAL WAVES ; send me a character and i’ll make them a spotify summer playlist!

SUNKISSED SWOON ; write a brief description of yourself and i’ll match you up with a character!

BONFIRE BANTER ; send me a prompt and a character and i’ll write a smau based on that! can be tweets, texts, anything you’d like!

ABOUT ... thank you everyone for 200!! I'm so so grateful! it hasn't been a month or two since I got back to tumblr and I hope this is a proper way of saying thank you!!!!! I decided to go with a beachy, summer themed event because of the summer fun and plus, who doesn't like beach episodes?? you can request any character from the animangas in my masterlist!

SPECIAL THANKS ... to my moots! i love u all sosososossoo much !! even if we havent interacted as much im very grateful for you <3 @shyoyos @sepptember @miyamoratsumuu @rueclfer @loveriotss @angeliicheartt @jellicatty @rumisgf @mylahrins

EVENT TAG : talia's 200 event

[klwl-truck]

hinata shoyo is having an abnormally large baby

[msjdott]

I’m Dying

↳ Description: In which Akaashi was given only a month left to live due to his unchecked cancer diagnosis. Now at the mercy of his terminal illness asks his ex, and high school sweetheart, Bokuto, to spend the remainder of his life with him. Will Bokuto accept the favor and grant his ex one last wish, or will he evade, too hurt by their past?

↳ Status: ON HOLD

↳ Genre: Hospital!au, Exes

↳ Ship/s: Exes BokuAka, Established KuroKen, Established IwaOi, Established DaiSuga.

↳ Disclaimer: READ MORE ON THE AUTHOR’S NOTE !

↳ Warning: This fic may start off as comedic but it gets heavy during the end, so I advise you to read something else if you are prone to getting triggered by the type of content that includes the mentioned in the author’s note.

Edit on the cover was made by yours truly.

↳ Author’s Note: HELLO ! I am back with a new social media au. Still, before anything else, I am here to relay that I am in no way a professional, nor do I have the proper knowledge about medical terminologies, so if I get anything wrong please do correct me. I am basing this fic loosely on a popular Filipino movie called “Everything About Her” by Joyce Bernal. If you are easily triggered by hospitals, or terminal illnesses or have gone through the same experiences of the characters who experience these then I heavily advise you to click away from this fic. Everything in this is purely fictional as well as the characters, and I do not want to offend specific audiences. Be warned.

↳ Taglist is: OPEN !

Series Masterlist

Akaashi Is A Mess™️ | DO NOT LEAVE US ALONE

Chapter 1: Can’t Get Over U

Chapter 2: Before The Day Is Over

↳ Check out my Masterlist for more!

[urlocaltannenbaumm]

ok not hq related but HELLO WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON WITH JJK CHAPTER 212 LET ME CATCH UP I'M JUST AT CHAP 173😭🤡

[caerozades]

currently working on a hq socmed au that focuses on their college life (it's a college au where most of them are stem students)

It's basically a self-indulgent work because (1) I miss writing socmed aus and (2) I want to reminisce on some of the funny things that happened to me while I was still working on my degree

Some of the main pairs mentioned/will be mentioned in the au are:

SakuAtsu

OiHina

BoKuroo

OsaAka

[kitasgloves]

— ♬ haikyuu

— ♬ multi.

I'm in love with you

[EXPLICIT] Sexy Escapaes ft. MSBY 4

sing for me | Semi E.

— ♬ oneshots.

— ♬ series.

[EXPLICIT] Comforting your insecure bf — part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

— ♬ lovestruck.

masterlist

— ♬ headcanons.

realizing they're stupidly in love with you

reacting to you rizzing them up

— ♬ drabbles.

[EXPLICIT] guardian angel! kita

sakusa & crowds

husband! sakusa

worth it — sakusa k.

a little warning — sakusa k.

arranged marriage au ft. sakusa

no touching — sakusa k.

bf! sakusa getting baby fever

sakusa hates the beach

no horny sakusa

[EXPLICIT] sakusa won't finish inside of you

suna won't stfu

my sanrio girl — suna r.

the guy at the club — suna r.

[EXPLICIT] suna recording during sex

poly! skts — part 1 , [EXPLICIT] part 2

wassup suki, wassup bullet... ft. various

fake gay best friend! oikawa

encountering your ex Sakusa

— ♬ socmed aus.

texting hq characters "daddy's home" — part 1 | part 2

all works belong to ©kitasgloves. copying & stealing are strictly prohibited

[6okuto]

idk if ur reqs are open but I would love to hear your thoughts on Vere 👁️👁️ hes literally dominated my entire headspace I can’t go ten minutes w/o thinking ab how I want to bite his forearm

GENERAL VERE HCS

gn!reader | back 2 knocking these guys out of the park. also i realized these are shorter than my hq bf hcs so. if anyone wants a pt.2 for anybody.. u know what to do

i think u Should bite his arm. For Fun. vere w bite-y partner who he bites back. 'gently' considering he has fangs though

congratulations on being one of 2 people he'd let touch and brush his tail. sometimes he swishes it against your face and then pretends he didn't. "i have no idea what you're talking about," he says before making direct eye contact and doing it again

he likes drawing. ok. have we considered him drawing you. you ask him about it and he says he won't show you. you tease him and ask "what? did you draw sparkles and hearts surrounding me?" and he plays along, "yes, i even checked what i'd look like with your last name and drew us kissing."

It's actually quite a nice sketch of you though. like of you smiling or asleep or something because you fell aslep near him. oh man...

vere knows all the ins and outs of the city which means he can give you a personalized tour that caters to all your interests!! you can ask him to take you to his favourite spots too of course but he feels very accomplished watching you grin in the store he purposely walked by

shocked if you get him a gift. acts nonchalant and is good enough at accepting things but internally, especially if it's something he's been eyeing for a while or has sentimental value,, he . He....

like yeah okay vere...act all cool...as if your eyes don't flicker over whenever you walk past it...as if you don't catch yourself smiling subconsciously...whatever

definitely tries cooking your favourite meal. doesn't go very well, especially if it's something he's never had, but he'll keep practicing until he makes something decent. don't ask how many attempts he did because he won't tell you unless he somehow started a fire and even Then the truth is debatable

if YOU know how to cook it Please for the love of god teach him, or write down the recipe for both your sakes. for the kitchen. plea

everyone tells him/the both of you to shut the hell up whenever you start flirting back and forth/competing to see how many innuendos you can feasibly say. the both of you team up only to bully everyone else for being single before continuing

asshole if you played uno. i'm not competitive nor do i give two shits if i lose at uno but even i would lose it watching vere push for whatever stacking rule he needs to get someone a +20. watch your cards or he'll manage to look over at them. do not trust a single deal he tries. watch his ears and tail i'm sure he has a tell

really good at helping build confidence . what ais said about him being honest but also not trusting anything he says yeah well this is when he'd be completely honest. easily reminds you how capable you are of something, knows what makes you confident, etc etc. and you just ? know you can trust him? it's the vibe. how he says it so plainly as if it's obvious

don't try to lie to him about things. like if you're upset about something it is So obvious to him no matter how hard you try and he'd really appreciate it if you would tell him why or ask to talk about it later when you're ready.

^ as someone who wants to piss her pants at the thought of being direct or whatever,, he'd also be very good at knowing when to push or not. if you respond better to a lighter/gentle reminder i'm sure he would do so :heart:

i have a feeling this guy would be incredibly incredibly incredibly into you asking to post him on any socmed. do you want his face in it. do you want it to be a little spicy. should he pose. actually he probably pouts a little if you want a faceless pose but bro why does it matter if there is not a cm of space between us. why is your hand around my neck rn /lh You know the poses

[riacte]

dearly beloathed but it's set in the pop culture storm of spring-summer 2024 (non canon + silly)

writing a socmed fic for my summer project while being on twitter for the whole brat/ american politics/ espresso/ good luck babe/ international eras tour summer is. yeah it's something 💀

🚫 herohqphobic Follow

Not Hero HQ adopting a brat inspired banner... unserious evil institution

#liberate freth #i'm SO tired #and after the 'balefire IS brat' tweet too

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[ruwhimsical]

“I WASN’T LEADING YOU ON, GIRL!”

He was no longer the sloppy volleyball player you hung out with, but he still was your best friend—right?

cw : heavy angst , slight fluff , gn!reader , miscommunication , hidden feelings , reader has some ass friends , idk what else !!just read and find out😈

——

You invited your friends to the MSBY match, knowing they’d be more than happy to accept. They weren’t your closest friends—just people you met along the way during university—but they were better company than going alone. The thought of running into Hinata by yourself made you uneasy.

One of your friends kept gushing about how all the players on the team were “eye candy.” This was typical for them—they’d always openly talk about guys they liked during class, feigning ignorance about how uncomfortable it made you. But you never said anything, afraid they’d drop you if you did.

Right now, though, you were thankful for their chatter. It was a convenient distraction from your thoughts, especially with Hinata on your mind. You weren’t sure if you’d be able to suppress the awkwardness when you saw him. The dread was already building in your stomach, even before the match had started. You knew he’d search for you in the crowd afterward, probably try to strike up a conversation. But what did he even want from you now?

The three of you made your way to the stands, your friends ahead, engrossed in a conversation you didn’t care to join. You took your designated seats.

“I’m so excited for this, oh my god! Do you think I could get Sakusa to sign my shirt?” one of your friends exclaimed, clapping her hands in excitement.

“Be so for real… he’d probably send the biggest dirty your way,” the other one snorted, earning a playful slap on the shoulder.

You tuned them out, your eyes scanning the arena. Then, your focus landed on MSBY’s number 21. Your “best friend”—or at least, that’s what you used to call him.

But that was before he cut you off. You had no right to crawl back into his life. He’d made that clear two years ago when you heard the news of his departure—not from him, but from Kageyama, of all people.

Your thoughts were interrupted as the velocity of a spike sent the ball smashing into the floor. You glanced at the scoreboard: Hinata had already scored a point for his team.

“Hey, Y/N… isn’t that orange-haired guy the one who invited you here?” one of your friends asked, piquing the curiosity of the other.

“Oh my god… are you guys secretly dating or something?” your friend giggled, leaning in with a mischievous grin, clearly trying to pry the answer out of you.

“It’s not like that,” you said quickly, offering a half-smile. How you wished it were, but that was a fantasy. “We just hung out during school. He messaged me and asked if I wanted to come, nothing crazy.”

“Bummer… but I won’t lie, he’s a really good player,” she said, slumping down in her seat.

You looked back at the arena, and there he was—Hinata, darting around the court with the same speed and stamina you remembered, reminding you of his old self. Maybe he hadn’t changed that much, after all. But then you noticed the difference—his movements were no longer sloppy. They were controlled, smooth, as if every motion had purpose. He was confident, proud, the embodiment of someone who’d truly grown.

The sight brought a bittersweet smile to your face. You couldn’t help but feel a pang of admiration for how far he’d come. But looking at the back of his jersey, you were reminded of the cold, hard truth.

To achieve his dreams, he’d had to create distance. He had chosen to leave you behind to pursue them, likely never telling you in fear of you trying to stop him. You weren’t selfish—you would have fought for him. But maybe he saw you as a threat to his ideal life. He cut you off without a word, leaving you to fill in the blanks.

Now, here he was, trying to waltz back into your life. But you knew it wouldn’t feel the same. No matter how friendly he acted, no amount of effort could erase the two years of radio silence between the two of you.

You were no longer on the same wavelength. He had become someone who lived in a different world—out of reach.

——

As the match comes to an end with MSBY claiming victory, the stands erupt with energy. Fans rise to their feet, reporters swarm toward the sweaty players, and long lines form as eager supporters clutch their merchandise, hoping for a chance at an autograph. You, on the other hand, are desperate to leave, debating whether to send Hinata a quick text with an excuse that the commotion is too overwhelming to meet him.

But before you can make your escape, your friends pull you toward the crowd surrounding the players, hoping to catch their attention. You stand awkwardly on the outskirts, silently begging for this to end. Then, a light tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you feel your heart lurch, nearly stopping altogether.

There he is—the one and only Hinata Shoyo, smiling as if the past two years had never even happened.

He stands before you, now 5’7”, his once-boyish frame replaced by a lean, muscular build honed by endless practice and the fierce Brazilian sun, which left his skin with a tan that hasn’t faded. You realize you might not have recognized him if he hadn’t spoken first. This isn’t the same 5’4” kid you used to spend your days with. He’s different now—almost a stranger.

“Hey y/n, I’m so glad you could make it,” the change in his voice catches you off guard, making it hard to come to terms with the fact that he’s standing in front of you—not as the third-year high schooler you once knew, but as a professional athlete.

“Yeah…” At a loss for words, you try to shift his attention away from your awkward demeanor.

“You were great out there, I almost didn’t believe that was you,” you shoot him a nervous smile, hands tucked behind your back.

“Of course! They don’t call me Ninja Shoyo for nothing,” he puffs out his chest, attempting to impress you—but it only makes you laugh.

It almost—almost—reminds you of how things used to be. Maybe you could pick up the pieces of the friendship you two left behind, after all. And if you’re lucky, you might even be able to make something new blossom between the two of you.

“What’s so funny? I’m being serious, you know!” He glares at you, but then, he stops. He notices the way your eyes soften, and it hits him—he misses this. He missed you. He can’t let you slip through his fingers now that you’re finally here, standing before him.

“Y/N!!” One of your friends rushes toward you, pulling you away from him before you can reply. “We’ve been looking for you everywhere.” You know she’s lying, but the way she eyeing Hinata and disregarding your existence burns.

“I’m your biggest fan! You’re so fine,” your friend says, grasping Hinata’s hand.

“I’m glad to hear that,” Hinata flashes his best fan smile, like it’s second nature. But the one thing that hasn’t changed? Your ability to read him like an open book.

A surge of anger courses through your veins. Whether it’s jealousy or something else, you’re not sure, but it’s enough to push you into action. You need a way out of this awkward scene—and quickly. Then, you notice the subtle glance Hinata gives you, and it sparks your idea.

“Hinata, how’s your foot? Does it still hurt?” You look at him, hoping he’ll catch on.

Quick as ever, he feigns pain, rubbing his leg. “Yeah, now that you mention it, it does kind of hurt.”

“Oh, why don’t I help you get to the first aid? It’d be a shame if you couldn’t play your next match because of this,” you suggest, shifting to offer him your support. He carefully leans on you, but you can tell he’s being cautious, not wanting to put too much weight on you.

“Bye, guys! You can head on without me!” You hear their confused, skeptical glances, but you ignore them. You escort him outside, where their prying eyes won’t be able to reach.

“You’re a lifesaver,” Hinata bends down, holding his knee while resting against the wall. He looks up at you with a small, grateful smile.

“Don’t you deal with fans like that all the time?” you cross your arms, a cool demeanor returning as you lock eyes with him.

“Yeah, but it’s not every day I get to see you,” he says, a smile that’s real, not the one he gives desperate fans. It’s the smile of someone who’s been missing you, someone who’s never forgotten you.

“If those are your actual friends, I feel bad for you,” he adds, and you can’t help but feel a mix of dread and anger. You want to keep the mood light, but there’s something inside you that just won’t let it go. You can’t ignore the hurt anymore.

“Yeah, you could’ve been my friend if you hadn’t left without a word two years ago.” The words are out before you can stop them, and you watch as his smile falters, his gaze shifting away from you—avoiding it, as if running from the confrontation. But you’re not going to let him run again.

He turns away, looking at the ground, but the guilt is clear. His posture stiffens, as if he’s struggling to find the right words.

“About that… it was kind of hard to break the news,” he admits, and you almost see red. The anger wells up in you again as you whip your face toward him, seeing the tension in his clenched jaw. He’s distressed.

Your mind spirals, hurt and confusion overwhelming you. Did he think I was a nuisance? Did he forget about me? Or worse… did he not even care?

“What do you mean? You told everyone else with ease.” You scoff, trying to suppress the rush of emotions. You thought maybe, just maybe, there was a chance to fix things. But it’s clear now—he’s not on the same page.

“You’re different…” he says quietly, his voice breaking the tension.

You’re caught off guard, the air thick with the weight of his words. You don’t know what to say, don’t know how to process it all.

“You’re special to me…” he continues, his voice soft, like he’s testing the waters. “There was just no way I could tell you without breaking down. I knew that if I told you face-to-face, I would’ve started doubting my decision. And you know how much volleyball means to me.”

“So do I not mean as much?” The words leave your mouth before you can stop them. You laugh bitterly. Does he think that’s a good enough excuse?

“You could’ve texted me, you know,” you mutter under your breath, but the words are sharp with the sting of betrayal.

“I know… but I had hoped if I just said nothing, then we could pick up where we left off when I got back. It’d be as if nothing had changed at all.”

Nothing had changed at all? The anger in you swells.

“You’re so selfish…” Your voice cracks, but you hold it together. “Do you know how many pitiful glances people gave me whenever your name was mentioned? How I spent months unable to function because I thought my best friend hated me? I doubted if you even considered me a friend!”

You feel your heart pounding as you try to keep it together. The frustration, the hurt, the confusion—all of it comes rushing back in a tide of emotion. The anger takes over, but beneath it is a vulnerability you refuse to show.

“I don’t hate you…�� He steps closer to you, his hands reaching out to gently take yours. “I could never hate you. I loved you, okay? I loved you, and I was afraid that if we stayed in touch, you wouldn’t be interested anymore. That I wouldn’t have time for you.”

The words hang in the air, suffocating you. He’s desperate. You can feel it, the weight of the years that passed between you two. It’s almost too much to bear.

“You could’ve told me before…” The words escape you in a whisper. “I would’ve tried. I would’ve made it work. Clearly, you undermine how much I care about you. When have I ever been bored of you?”

His eyes gleam with that hope again. “We can start fresh. Forget the last two years. Let’s make it work, please…”

You want to give in. You want to run into his arms and forget everything. But you can’t. You know it won’t be the same. You know that you can’t ignore the hurt of the past two years.

“I don’t think we can…” You pull your hands away from his grasp. The scene plays out slowly in his eyes as you begin to walk away from him—the same way he walked away from you.

“I’m sorry, Hinata. I just can’t bring myself to act like those two years didn’t happen.” Your voice cracks, but you don’t turn around.

And for the first time, it was his turn to feel the anguish you’ve carried all this time.

extra :

—> FREE ME exams are around the corner and instead of studying I’m doing this lol!😂😂😂😭😂😭😂😭😂😭😂

—> gulps i hope u guys enjoyed this cause I certainly did not enjoy writing ts!!

—> help i lowkey feel like no one gets the songs the thaf i reference as my title

—> this how we coping chat ….👅

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mlist

[adultingcosplaying]

The Thing with Wigs...

Being surprised by cosplay content in socmed, I always thought in my early days of cosplay shopping that a lot of things I see from many cosplayers will come as HQ as they are out of the packaging. Majority of brand-new cosplay essentials are always never available locally, so many are shipped from overseas (see, China and Japan). Due to the nature of manufacturing such items, it's inevitable to be disappointed upon unboxing.

Turns out there is a thing such as S T Y L I N G.

I love life bc it never fails me to surprise at every turn. It seems that while it's easy to purchase a cosplay item, it's more difficult to consolidate it to the "look" you want bc it often comes unstyled out of the package!

I gotta be honest, I hate the work that comes with styling anything mainly because I'm not skilled enough to achieve the ideal "look" that I want. That's where cosplay stylists come in! For a good price, you may entrust your cosplay necessities to them to be closer to your preferences!

But I do not have the budget for a stylist..... yet....

So what does one do?

Well, you put your crappy styling skills to use.

This red wig is a perfect example of showing the (current) styling skills I have. I treated it like any normal hooman hair, nabbing my siblings' gel and styling wax and iron to make any semblance of Grell's spiky hair fringes. It failed, of course, since the wig itself (being a secondhand one) has its own shortcomings already.

Perhaps one limitation holding me back from going all out on styling this wig is budget still. Starting over is not an option as of the moment, given the tight belt I got around my waist, so my styling knowledge is more on watching vids and getting as many advice online as possible. If I gather the fortitude to butcher a wig or two, I shall do so.

But the thing with prolonging an activity like this is that I get more attached to my wigs that I almost don't want to sacrifice them! The dilemma of humanity!!! Anyways, if I have the budget to get a stylist, Grell's hair is definitely my top priority!! ♥♥♥

For now, we style guns blazing, Death!

[angel-hole]

welcome to the angel hole 🕳

links: -> @hayyot (main acct) -> @toxicosis (old art acct) -> patreon (hq imgs and r18) -> twitter -> playlists

hello, i'm dmitri, this is where i put my art. 👋

🔸 atm this acct is primarily spn and castiel / deancas centric.

🔸 itp cumbrained angel gets fucked stupid. 👏 👏 👏 sorry gorls (gn) this is a ‼️ bottom cas only zone ‼️ & ‼️ sub cas only zone ‼️ — if you want my bottom dean art you'll have to look for it elsewhere ⛔️

🔸 i draw k!nk content in various flavors (bdsm and pup!cas are favorites, also enjoy mpreg, gore, micro/macro, etc). sometimes i draw characters trans, nullo, or with xeno junk. i also like drawing anthro (original and furry ver. of established chars). specific things will be tagged. ask if there's something in particular you would like me to tag for!

🔸 this is a ship and let ship blog. idc what ships you ship or k!nks you like as long as you respect other people.

🔸 this is an adult-only space. 🔞

🔸 i welcome art prompts and requests but i hardly draw for myself so it'll be a miracle if i get around to them. feel free to send me asks in general.

🔸 repost to other socmed is OK as long as you link back to the og post 👍

thank you!