#oh man upon seeing that official art i just realized how much effort ume puts into his hairstyle!!! but dayuuum he looks so good tho (>///<< /div> Explore tagged Tumblr posts

[kajibunny]

@stunie (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡ thought abt you!!

ume’s morning hair routine !

note. vv short. just got inspired by nii satoru’s recent artwork of ume. i’m so in love w this man 🦋

The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across the room. You sat on the edge of the bed, watching as Umemiya finished his shower, his hair damp and unruly. He always took great care of his hair, meticulously styling it every morning, but today you offered to help.

"Let me do your hair today," you said, smiling as you picked up the hairdryer and flat iron.

Umemiya paused, slightly surprised, then smiled back. "Alright, but don't mess it up," he teased, sitting down in front of you.

You chuckled, feeling a flutter of warmth in your chest. "I promise I won't."

As you carefully dried his hair, you couldn't help but admire the way it shone under the light. His hair had always been soft and silky, and you loved the way it framed his face when it was styled just right.

Once his hair was dry, you picked up the flat iron, gently running it through each section of his hair. Umemiya closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of your hands working through his locks. It was a rare moment of intimacy, one that made your heart swell with affection.

"There," you said softly, smoothing down the last strand. "Perfect."

Umemiya opened his eyes and turned to look at you, a playful grin on his lips. "How do I look?”

"Handsome as always," you replied, leaning in to plant a kiss on his forehead.

He chuckled, reaching up to cup your cheek. "Thank you, my love." he said, his voice soft and sincere.

As he stood up to get dressed, you felt a sense of contentment wash over you. These simple moments, these quiet mornings spent together, were what made your relationship with Umemiya so special.

And as he turned to leave for the day, you couldn't resist calling out, "Don't forget to come back home looking just as handsome, okay?"

Umemiya laughed, waving as he headed out the door. "I'll try my best!"

As the door closed behind him, you found yourself smiling, already looking forward to the next morning you could spend together.

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[sharkrichards-blog]

Passing of the torch

here is a short, horrible salwada fic i wrote. any feedback is appreciated. it probably makes no sense if you’re not familiar with the bonus comic, new spell.

Features art by notorious criminal @wadan0hara who also helped with proofreading and stuff!

It can also be read on https://archiveofourown.org/works/15212945

Chapter 1

The most powerful man in the Sea of Death roused from a horrible nightmare. Terrible visions of being tormented by his beloved began to fade as he opened his eyes. Much to his relief, he saw Wadanohara's adorable sleeping face beside him, her small hands clutching him tightly as she dozed.

As Sal started to move, attempting to get up ever so slowly as not to disturb her sleep, he could only barely keep himself from letting an involuntary groan of pain. Their nights together would often bear a physical toll on the lovers, but he didn't recall it stinging so bad ever before.

The shark boy raised his free arm to examine it. His shoulder began protesting immensely as he looked over the extremity. Upon seeing his wrist, red and blistered from friction, a feeling far worse than the ache came over him - a memory of begging for mercy while struggling against restraints of heavy rope invaded his mind. Sal closed his eyes, suddenly feeling dead tired and limp.

It was not clear how much time passed, or how much of it was spent asleep. At one point, he pretended to sleep through a kiss on the cheek from his betrothed before falling back into the darkness. Eventually, he was well alone, and slowly rose up. The sensation in his knees confirmed that he had spent a sizeable amount of time on them the night prior. Still, it wasn't the most worrisome part of his body that was currently killing him.

Making a conscious attempt to unseal the events of last night, the shark boy began massaging his knees as he sat up on the bed. The memory of her lovely voice calling out to him felt almost like a mental salve to the as yet unexplained anguish he was feeling. Beads of sweat formed on his pounding head as her voice echoed through it: ”Um, Sal? I want you to help me with something. See, there's this new spell I've never used before I want to practice...”

The castle was dead quiet. The ambassador hurried through, making great effort to avoid having to exchange even the most meaningless pleasantries. Taking a route through emptied rooms and servant passageways, he eventually arrived to meet the one person he felt he could currently confide in.

It would be easy for one to step into the castle dungeon and immediately deem it empty. The inhabitants of the Sea of Death were not fond on taking prisoners, and true enough, none had moved in since the management changed. A ragged pile on the floor proved the exception to the rule, distinguishable from a heap of old clothes from a distance only by the shark tail poking from it. Sal seated himself on a creaky old stool outside the cell, and began to address it.

”Samekichi! I see you've picked your favourite spot on the floor again!” the white shark laughed nervously. ”Hey, last night, can you believe this? She actually tied me up! Was it you who got things like that into her head?”. Sal had a few more chuckles at his own wit, and fell silent. Though his brother offered no response, he knew he was alive in there, to some degree.

His thoughts shifted to last night's events once more. The sight and sound of their bodies thrashing together haunted him. Wadanohara's look of absolute, animalistic lust, her ragged moans and cries would not leave him be. Though they were physically intimate at an exhausting rate due to her insatiable nature, he'd not seen her lose herself like that since, well, their first time together.

It is not often that a man as powerful as him needs to feel upset. Sal had a habit of getting what he wanted. Never had he gotten anything for free, but he'd always come out on top in the end. This time was different in both the figurative and the literal sense, and he felt a completely alien emotion. He felt angry at Wadanohara. Could she not understand the pain she's putting him through? The shame and humiliation? To use him to selfishly pleasure herself like that is –

His train of thought screeched to sudden halt, and his eyes focused once more. He felt an uncomfortable warmth flush through him. Sudden illness might have been the one thing to make his day worse. He hurriedly got up to leave, and excused himself to the shark on the floor without realizing.

Sal slumped over his desk with a heavy sigh. After hurrying back, he'd done his best to get his mind off the night's events, but to no avail. Doing his best to ignore the mess of official documents strewn across and around his desk, the ambassador paced around the room nervously, as if trying to wear out a circle in his study's floor. By now, his other pains had given way to growing anxiety and headache. He desperately wished for things to go back how they used to be. As he scanned the room he was well familiar with, his eyes fixated on one small chest lying in a corner.

He knelt before the chest and carefully undid both hinges. He reached inside for the contents and held them before him – a well worn white and blue dress in a sailor motif. Sal caught himself longing even further into the past as he longed for her innocent smile and cheerful voice, both a far cry from the monster burned into the shark's retinas.

Sal's thoughts turned back to the present from a wistful nostalgia. Regardless of what he felt now, looking at her past, he knew she had come far. He had made-- no, she had become perfect for him, and by that virtue, he was perfect for her. He held the old dress close, close enough to smell at least what he thought was her lingering scent, and realized his pounding headache had disappeared without a trace. As Sal held the garb close to his chest, a voice from behind caught him off guard.

“Sal, what are you doing?”

While there had been some peace made with his predicament, the situation caught him completely off guard. He hastily shoved the uniform back in the chest, and turned around to meet her inquisitive stare.

“Oh, Wadanohara! I was just, er, putting some things away, nothing important… “ He trailed off, completely flustered. Wadanohara didn't really mind too much. He was cute like this as well. Wadanohara saw her opportunity, and took a few strides toward the shark, still on one knee. “I have a surprise for you. Close your eyes, honey. “ Sal froze up, not knowing what to do. Deciding to deal with the jumble of emotions later, he obliged. Soon, he felt Wada’s hands working to fasten something around his neck. Something heavy.

“All done! What do you think?”

Sal carefully opened his eyes. He saw Wadanohara, then the small hand mirror she was holding. His eyes fixed on his reflection. A heavy collar now hung around his neck, the same beautiful shade of red as her eyes. Sal ran his hands on the leather in disbelief. A name tag identified it belonging to him alone. Then, the warm sense of relief hit him. All his woe and worry had been for nothing. He knew well what it meant. He was hers alone, and it felt right. Wada’s voice interrupted his introspection. “I knew you’d love it!” She exclaimed happily. Sal barely had time to react, as she grabbed his head into a tight embrace. Lost for words, he could only embrace her back.