#im sorry I’m just blue

[mymelodyisme]

Oh did mention my mom took my tradition away 🥹

[rinnstars]

soulmates!

matching puzzle pieces: mimicking you unconsciously away from home

itoshi rin x reader: fluff, drabble, pro!player rin (after nel arc), long distance relationship, yearning/longing, not proofread + likes and reblogs are appreciated!

one thing rin has learnt whilst overseas is that you and him might really be connected by souls, by ribs, and by heart perhaps too.

strict routines he’s stuck to since he was just fourteen — wake up, open the windows, take deep breaths, stretching, yoga, mediation shifted in its own ways to accommodate you back when he had first gotten together with you: to waking up and looking at you with the light outside from the windows shining perfectly at your face that makes him gulp a little, staring hard and long whilst tracing your face as gently as possible, indulging in the sugary-sweet moment before returning back to his routine like a robot. its what he’s used to, what he’s comfortable enough, what he knows. and recently, he’s been mimicking you, he thinks: closing his eyes immediately at the bright light in his room the same way you bury your face in his face when you first wake up away from the “bright” lights in his room, drinking a cup of coffee that he swore he wouldn’t drink despite making it for you every morning like clockwork albeit with much less sugar than you would have added, and opening his phone the first thing he does right after it all the same way you open your phone and flash him essentially in his bedroom with your bright phone screen that illuminates the now matching photo of you and him beaming at the camera the day he left.

maybe its rin’s way of feeling your presence in his life now that its back to before he met you — just him and football, wearing a different but similarly stuffy and claustrophobic football jersey that marks his name at the back of it. bitter coffee that still smells like the kitchen that brings him back memories of you and him attempting to fix the coffee machine whilst laughing together, your smile imprinted in his mind, phone screen that still makes him unconsciously grin even though its been months since he’s left japan of that selfie with yours and his cheeks squished against each other, beaming at the camera as though it would be the last time right before he enters the gate to somewhere else that he wonders if you too look at it a little longer before you enter your phone, or hand sanitizer that smells exactly like the one you used to use, and gave to him whenever you two were out together that reminds him of home, reminds him of you.

and he’s sure his teammates dont miss the subtle changes to him. how his diet has changed strangely — desserts that fill his meal and sweets that he munches on in the dorm room that he used to buy from the convenience store for you to eat together in class and then in his room that tastes a little less sweet now that its not from your mouth to his, hotter food that you’ve made him grown used to in contrast to his old days eating leftovers and microwaveable meals from the fridge that still burns his tongue a little, sticking out his tongue as though he’s on field at the temperature even now the same way you do too, picking at his vegetable unconsciously the same way you do before pushing it onto his plate whilst smiling, each pickled vegetable even now resembling you in his mind as he pushes it around his plate. how he’s behaving all strangely too in contrast to the rin who they met just a few weeks ago at neo egoist league — how he’s more accustomed to laughing in the same tone you do, having to cup his mouth at the realisation, looking away awkwardly before being tackled by shidou (that broke out into half a fight), how he fiddles even more with his things than before as though they were your hands that he finds comfort in interlocking and fiddling with whilst lying right beside yours, how he looks a little longer at his phone screen that almost made shidou grab his phone (to his luck, he managed to dodge the attack and not get into a fight whilst in it: messaging you that as though expecting a praise). or even just the way he talks now — the tone and accent melting and merging into yours and his own mid sentence, your catchphrases popping out of his mouth unconsciously like bubblegum that draws strange looks (they dont understand it, he thinks), references to yours and by extension his favourite games and shows that flies by everyone else’s head that he misses your laugh that should ring along with his lame jokes.

and rin’s even more sure that the media doesnt miss how he’s changed from just that few weeks. how his closet doesn’t quite fit him right — sanrio and chikawa sweaters that are both a little too tight to have belonged to him and a little uncharacteristic for him to sport on his day out, silver necklaces that they just cant see the heart of, chalking it up to a new impulsive purchase despite him never wearing any in his winning match, silly keychains on the bag he brings out that catches the camera flash just right into the newspapers. how his last interview went even: seeming more nervous whilst attempting to make eye contact with the camera (knowing youre watching him live), stuttering a little too much whilst answering a question about romantic relationship, how his glued up paper ring catches the whole internet. how his internet presence (without PR) reflects something the internet wants to dig a little more — from his instagram stories about another game win whether that be on valorant or league of legends with a duo with a censored tag (of yours), screenshots of movies and shows he’s watching with the side of facetime featuring your face censored with colour brushes from the tools section, outfit pictures that are first vetted by you and then posted with a uncharacteristically cute water bottle you bought for him as a joke that he still uses to this very day.

its now that he can’t be fully with you that rin wonders if he’s taken advantage of all these years you’ve been there for him, each memory haunts him through his own unconscious movements, speech and thoughts: as though you’ve fully melted yourself on him, your soul and his intertwined and ribs replacing each others: becoming one another. missing, longing is not a strong enough word for it all — heartache when he lies in his bed all alone yearning for your warmth hands that lingers on his body, cuddling him at night that makes him dream of days long after his career in a small apartment all decorated by whatever you want living a life with just you and him, that tightening of his heart whenever he sees you in his everyday life: those red roses that he used to buy from the school shop, any song form the playlist you and him collated that he plays everyday, every second he can, things you’ve bought for him that he’s brought along this practically eons long trip to france, the dryness in his mouth when he looks at your face through facetime: noting every single changes from the way your fringe has gotten longer, to the small leftover seaweed bites form the corner of your mouth, wondering how you were just so perfect in his eyes. its not human he feels: this hunger and craving he feels deep in his ribs, in his guts, in his very bone and blood, every second he counts, every day he strikes off from his calendar, every football match he wins just for a chance for you and him to reunite.

and this time, he’s sure of one thing, no matter what his PR agency thinks, no matter what fans thinks, no matter what the world thinks: rin wants to kiss you, melting his lips against yours as he holds up the winning world cup trophy, in front of the whole field, in front of the whole audience, in front of the whole world — because if there’s anything he knows now is that you and him are one matching puzzle piece, you and him are one soul merged together dictated by the universe, you and him are meant to be: and he’ll love you for the rest of eternity.

[mother-of-houseplants-2]

fiona gallagher // "i bet on losing dogs" by mistki

[carpetbug]

i’ve never been super happy with how i color mari, decided to do a little test to shake off some art block

i like the ‘fixed’ coloring more as it’s just. pleasing on the eyes i guess?? and i like having small color differences for my au designs so im happy with mariblanc and feline blue designs :)

she is just a cutie at the end of the day really

[candycryptids]

Day 2 of Glamtober- Autumn

The perfect outfit for decorating the yard for the season! …. Did anyone feel a chill just now…? Sebastian- Skull Eyepatch (Dragoon Blue) Thavnairian Wool Autumn Shirt (Pastel Blue, Iris Purple) False Nails (gloom purple) Gleaner's Breeches Fieldfiends Costume Workboots Keathan- Varsity Flatcap (slate grey) Artful Afflatus Workshirt (Dark red) Artful Afflatus Halfgloves Artful Afflatus Hose (charcoal Grey) Artful Afflatus Workboots (Keathan belongs to @dustedbooksandreadingnooks )

Shader used is [Neneko Fluffy] also featuring Autumn Leaf Shower [XMA] Autumn Gleaner [TGD] and Pumpkin Props [XMA]

[Full Glamtober Prompt List] Bonus closeups + a crumb of lore under the cut-

Sebastian AKA Sasha AKA Krystdraga is a warrior of light who never was. Called to the source by Hydaelyn in the same way Ishi’li was, he picked up the role of Champion for Hydaelyn with more trepidation- so he’s very fortunate that other brave souls picked up the mantle so strongly, and with competence. Now he pursues gardening and botany with a green thumb, and seeks a way back to his own home.

The man adopts names like a terrible habit, being born Sasha and adopting the name Sebastian because it sounded more Sea-Worthy, and then on his arrival to Eitherys he picked up a Roegadyn name; Krystdraga, or Crystal Bearer. The Keathan of this world and the Keathan of his home share shocking similarities, yet in some ways they are so very different. He hopes to bring home lots of new stories to his Goddess uvu

Oh also- the pile of leaves is Keathan’s Slime puddle named Neru, and all the autumn leaves have gotten stuck to it’s little body and now it looks like an Autumnal greener cleaner 🥰

Ok bye mwah!

Oh wait- this is outside of my own house in game, in Aether-Siren Lavender Beds Ward 11 plot I think like, 26 or somethin.

[night-triumphantt]

I don’t Care about the ships WHERE IS JINX

[jjjjabberwocky]

please tell me you understand my vision

[pastelpousay]

Was trying out some new brushes that Ik I’m probably not gonna use ever again 😽😻‼️

UHHH IDRK KNOW WHAT ELS ETO SAY BUT YEA 🗣‼️🐺 also Ik I keep posting but like….😽what can I say, you’ll never forget me 💪🐺🎀

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

really wish my one friend would quit flirting with me. and trying to goad me into hanging out more. and assigning us fictional characters that are oh-so-coincidently either couples or with romantic tension. and then interrupting our gameplay to ask me repeatedly if I think they’re “like us” (which they rarely are…). and matching my icon on discord without asking (again, usually by insinuating a couple connection). and giving me random things I do not want and did not ask to receive (and then forcing me to take them???).

[bookinit02]

do u ever hear a song for the first time and instantly know it’s about to take over your entire life

[jerseymuppet]

Plant Master Jude. Who Want Me?

[whump-queen]

My art of Mizu from Blue Eye Samurai - my current comfort show

art & general taglists:

@whumpshaped  @whumpsday  @emmettverse   @a-whump-sideblog @whump-it-like-its-hot  @wolfeyedwitch @whumper-soot @unorganisedalienrubbish  @hidden-dreamland @whumpedydump @lonesome--hunter @ashh-ed @whump-in-the-closet @oriantthegiant @banditosong @feralwhump @jieunie-23 @whumpasaurus101 @morning-star-whump @whmp @captain-bo-bob-bobby @the-beasts-have-arrived @spooky-scary-vampires @burningkittypoet @veyroswin @painsandconfusion @skittles-the-whumpee @demondamage Art tag: @burntcoffeewhump @suspicious-whumping-egg

[alaskan-wallflower]

still breakin up? nah i only know still breakin down cause that’s where my ass is at

[algrenion]

notoriously awful at remaining up to speed on current events and trends

worse still at keeping in touch with my friends and my loved ones

had to ask my partner if it was me who cleaned the dishes or him

dissociation is so exhausting, dude… it just gets worse as you get older and take on more responsibility

i kind of hate thinking about the people i care about… they must think that i don’t give a fuck about them, but i do… im just in a constant state of confusion

i don’t know what to say to people directly, other than saying sorry and slinking away

always in apology to others and confusion to myself

that’s not a good friend to have, is it?

the reality is i’m living moment to moment, confused, a little scared, a bit excited

you’ll see me online but not quite present… if there’s one constant here, it’s that im sorry…

im sorry

im sorry all the time

i wish I could be better to my friends

[sockdooe]

Every time someone edits Keith in the black paladin armor an angel loses its wings.

[lushpeonies]

the fact that bea is in the movie but june isn’t my brain is malfunctioning