#strawberry sol

[bexatriz]

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[sweetkeh]

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[studentsoflidark]

Looks like you have some admirers, Zack.

#18

you know its bad when even Afro Joe is disturbed

[apricote]

can't even imagine building your own save file i'm literally tired just searching for builds and putting them in my game

[nostomannia]

Cont. @shatteredwastes

Amata raised an eyebrow. "Are you already drunk?" she asked, setting her drink down. "You're free to take my drink if you want, I suppose, but I doubt you'll like it." She didn't really know what Sol's preferences were, admittedly, but a bitter wine with honey to take the edge off likely wasn't everyone's proverbial cup of tea. At least in this era. "Yours looks. Interesting..." She had never seen a fruit like that. What had that blonde woman called it? Cannibalism? Strange name for a fruit. "I'm not sure how I feel about a green fruit like that."

"Green?!"

Solita looked at her kiwi-filled drink in dismay. Too shocked to even keep her voice at a reasonable level, she couldn't help but pout. "My strawberries... They were taken again..."

She sulkily took Amata's drink and took a sip. "'m not very picky, plus alcohol's alcohol." She tilted her head curiously. "This ain't a bad drink, 's more, like, old-fashioned?"

She frowned at the drink full of kiwis and sighed. "...Well, I mean... Kiwi fruit ain't bad, but..." As she set Amata's drink back down, she twirled a piece of her green hair through her fingers. "Y'know... Strawberries are better anyway!"

[poke-abominations]

This is my Strawberry Bulbasaur and they're adorable. I love the aesthetic of strawberries 🍓

[brokenstarwishes]

pat pat pat on that head stardust!~

( You've been patted! Eep! )

Th thank you???? Sorry I haven't been active much lately, a lot has been going on and... I've been spending time with my family, and my bonded's.

Yeah, we know.

( We know. )

You! Two! Shush!

[goldrose-star]

AJ really has that strawberry girl vibe to her 🥺🍓

Aww!! Thank you Sol! ☺️💕

She just really likes strawberries, it's her favourite fruit!

I don't know if you've seen this, and also for everyone who hasn't already, here is a strawberry dress moodboard that I did for AJ! ☺️

[maybecelosia]

Probably gonna start posting more about Strawberry Switchblade, System Of A Down and alternative music and fashion in general because I’m hyperfixated

[trashyandtiredsol]

Grape Chapsticks honestly so great tho

It smells so nice~ and I love actually smelling the grape!!

[thebestsetter]

Thinking about Isagi Yoichi going absolutely insane when someone talks shit about you, his one and only girlfriend.

And I'm not saying insane as in "Don't talk about her like that!". I'm saying insane as in "Say her name again with that filthy mouth of yours and I swear I'll cut your fucking tongue off."

He can handle people badmouthing him. It's not that deep, really. He's a football player, so, like every other athlete, he has fans and haters all around the globe (more fans than haters, but anyways). So, he developed the hability to just tune off all the hateful comments. Badmouth him all you want, that ain't changing the fact that he's a sucessful all star player and you're not.

What he can't handle, though, is when someone tries to talk shit about his relationship with you, his favorite person in the whole world.

Sadly for the media, you're not a famous singer or model. Yoichi and you met when you were both still little kids, dreaming about monsters, princesses and the world cup trophy. In kindergarten, he thought you were a very great friend. He realized you were the prettiest girl he had ever seen when you were middle schoolers, and, by the time high school came, he had already learned to accept the fact that he was head over heels for you. And so, like a "straight out of a movie" kind of scene, he confessed his love for you all sweaty and smiling in front of the whole world after his winning goal at the Blue Lock XI against Japan U20 match two years ago.

So yeah, you and Isagi had a cute love story. Every video of you together had millions of views and thousands of "couple goals" comments, and people loved you (honestly, how could they not? You're amazing, he's not even sure how he managed to make you fall for his "football rizz" or something, but he's glad you did anyways).

Apparently, not everyone appreciated you as much as he thought.

"Isagi, one minute of your time, please!"

"Isagi, for french press right here!"

"Yoichi, answer my question!"

"Wow. One at a time, guys!" Isagi smiled nervously yet kindly, sitting in a chair in front of the mass of reporters from all across the world who came just to interview him.

Smiling again, Isagi pointed at one of the what seemed like thousands interviewers.

"The lady over there, with the Sae Itoshi shirt"

"Thank you for the opportunity" The room became silent. The woman, seemingly in her late twenties, smiled "I'm Sol, from Spain's national TV press. I'd like to ask a question you about your relationship with (Name) (Surname)"

Smiling wide like a lovesick fool like he always did when someone mentioned you or your relationship, Yoichi urged the reporter to continue.

"Sure. Go ahead."

"It's a known fact that you and (Name) (Surname) have been in a relationship for a little over two years. And so, your fans are wondering: do you plan on getting married shortly?"

The silence in the room was papable. All the cameras and microphones turned to a now strawberry red Yoichi. But he wasn't embarassed because of all the attention he was getting or from the fact that the whole world was seeing this right now. He was used to this feeling of "pressure" already.

He was red because he knew you were watching this interview. He was the one who asked you to do so, after all.

"Uhm... well" he swallowed hard, eyes avoiding the cameras "We have a healthy and happy relationship. We both love each other very much and spend a lot of time together. So... I guess I'd be lying if I told you I haven't thought about it before, but..."

He couldn't even finish his sentence. The press' reaction was instantaneous. Cameras' flashes everywhere and the reporters voices overlaping eachother filled the room.

"BUT" Isagi tried to continue, but just gave up on shouting since his voice couldn't compete with the voice of the lots of reporters. So, he just said to the mic in front of him, almkst whispering, hoping it would capture his voice "I think it's still a little early. I want to make sure we're both mature and financially secure first!"

Reporters were still talking and trying to get his attention. With a sigh, he realized they wouldn't stop shouting until the next question came.

"T-the guy with the light shirt"

"Argentinian press right here" the man started.

Oh oh. Yoichi didn't sense a good vibe from this man. He doesn't know if it's his smirk or his posture, but something feels off. He looks almost dangerous.

I'm probably going crazy, Yoichi thought.

When the man opened his mouth again, though, Isagi realized his intuition was right all along.

"I know you said you love your girlfriend, but you do realize the fans think your girl is just keeping you from becoming the best version of yourself, right?"

Oh, for fuck's sake.

"What." Isagi said, the words coming out in a rather forced way.

Unlike before, the silence in the room was not only palpable. It was now suffocating, uncomfortable.

"Well, it's clear as water" the man shrugged, as if what he was saying made a lot of sense "She is stopping you from becoming the number one striker in the world."

All Isagi wanted to do now was jump across the room and send his fist flying straight to the man's face. He wanted it to realize how utterly wrong he was. How your relationship was actually the best thing that had ever happened in his life, and how he would have probably given up on football have you not begged him to go to the Blue Lock program.

And the though of you sweet, caring you watching this made Yoichi give up on his idea of hitting the man straight on the nose, even if his body was trembling just from thinking about it.

I have to keep my cool. For her.

"Why..." he swallowed. Hard. "Why do you think this is truth?"

"You're not using your time wisely. Instead of practicing, your wasting it because you keep giving for futile things like a relationship"

Oh, how much Yoichi wanted to jump this ugly looking clown. How he wished to hit him hundreds of times, over and over again until he swallowed his own words. Until he regretted ever learning how to even speak.

His fist was already trembling. He was taking deep breaths to keep himself steady.

But it seems like the argentinian doesn't know when to stop.

"Also, it gets kinda tiring living with the same person for a long time, no?" The man laughed "I wouldn't blame you if you're actually cheating on her too, I honestly wouldn't have just one girl if I was you. I mean, you're a star and she's just..."

"Shut. the fuck. up."

All the cameras turned to him again. Yoichi was red. But it's not cause he was embarassed, like the other time.

He was red because he was seething with boiling rage.

I'll kill him. I swear I'll fucking kill this dumb shit.

"Never" Yoichi narrowed his eyes "And I mean never say my girlfriend's name with that disgusting voice of yours again. If you as much as look at her, consider yourself fucking dead." He got up from the table, gaze harder than the one he wears on the field "That woman is the source of my happiness, and you have no right to talk about her like that. If you talk with me with respect you have to show respect for her too. Are we clear? Or is your skull too fucking thick for the information to get into it?

"Calm down, amigo! I was just saying what the fans think." The man smirked, gald to get a reaction from Isagi. If looks could kill, he would have been 6 feet under already "They think it would be better if you both break up..."

"You've fucking done it."

Yoichi jumped from the table, ready to kill the man.

He wanted to crush his skull with his bare hands, to show him just how much you mean to him and how mad he gets when someone mentions you in a degrading way.

Gladly, the japanese PR team removed the man from the room before things could get worse, or else Yoichi would realky have done some damage (he was an athlete, after all).

Watching the man leave the room with furrowed brows and a subtle pout (he really wanted to beat him, after all), Iaagu decided to use this moment to make some things clear. So, he turned to the main mic again.

"I hope this serves as a lesson" Yoichi said, somehow managing to look at almost all of the cameras at the same time "To everyone watching this. Don't expect to talk shit about my girlfriend and get out with all of your teeth in place. I fucking dare anyone to badmouth her. I won't let you get away with it." He glared at one of the cameras "This press ends now."

He then quickly got out of the room, ignoring all the reporters who tried to get him to come back.

With a sigh, once he was in the changing room, he grabbed his phone, not surprised to see almost 20 missed calls and 50 missed massages from you.

(My love ❤️)

-> YOICHI???

-> WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING

-> (1 missed call)

Don't worry, I'm going home now 😁 <-

Miss you ❤️ <-

-> Typing...

With a smile, he put his phone in his pocket and started to go home.

Man, he just really wanted to see you. Specially since he knew that the next day, the press would want more interviews about what happened.

Whatever. What really matters is that, at the end of the day, you're his and he's yours. And no amount of dumb reporters or media will ever change that.

~ A/N: not proofread. This sucks 💔 I wrote this to stop my growing Aiku obsession LOL

Masterlist

[wherenightmaresroost]

took a which bread are you uquiz this morning that told me i was zucchini bread and i can't stop thinking about it. my life makes so much sense now

[champichido]

A veces no podemos ver que lo mejor que nos ha pasado está ahí, delante de nosotros. . . . #sol #sun #cielo #sky #smoothie #fresa #strawberry #instagood #instalike #fyp (en Playa del Carmen, Quintana Roo) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn4Nst2rIrM/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[studentsoflidark]

Hi Zack!

#17

[void-kissed]

🍓? 0w0

Hello Sol!!! Thank you very much for sending this!!~

(source: this post by sakizremade)

send me a 🍓 and i'll compliment u! - aah, there’s so much I can say for you! I think one of the things I love about you most is how much you care about your F/Os, and that care is clear in how you talk about them - there’s always so many little details and mannerisms that you can notice and talk about in a way that I always love hearing about. The way you talk about your selfships and your self-inserts (as well as OCs) always comes across as a very natural addition to the source series, which is something I really admire; it’s like you were always there in it with them. Also, you have a lovely artstyle and you write really well. There’s nothing you can’t do!!~

I hope that this was alright, friend! Thank you very much again for sending in the strawberry ^-^

[nostomannia]

Girl's Night || @automaton-otto

Kara leans over and looks at Sol's drink. Unfortunately for Sol, the intrusive cat thoughts won, "Huh, cannibalism. Not bad."

"..Mh?" Solita paused-

Cannibalism? What in the world was she talking about? After staring quizzically for a moment, she glanced down at her drink.

Kiwi.

Her face turned into a scowl before almost slamming her drink on the counter. "...First- Not a kiwi. Second, who's the funny guy who took my damn strawberries?"