#this was cute u__u

[shouyuus]

sfw; popstar!reader x vi in which u punch someone in face and vi finds that incredibly attractive

"who the hell--"

you pull the door open, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, the thin strap to your pink silk nightgown hanging off your shoulder.

"hey."

you frown, blinking at the skinny man standing across the doorframe, a fist held up as if to knock again.

"reese?"

the man smizes, leaning up against the doorframe, his eyes slicking down your exposed skin like an oil spill. you grimace, rolling your eyes. "you need to stop showing up like this. it's getting embarrassing."

"c'mon baby," he says, shrugging, trying to step into the door, "i know you've been missin' me --"

"uh. sorry. no --" you resist the urge to gag as he pouts at you, "we hooked up one time, and it was a mistake."

"it was the best night o'my life!" he crows, still trying to shove into the room but you narrow your eyes, blocking his path till he sighs, re-doubling his greasy smirk "and i'm pretty sure it was also the best night of --"

"princess?" vi's voice calls out from the bedroom. you sigh, glancing over your shoulder as her voice draws nearer, "what's goin' on?"

she rounds the corner to the hallway and pauses, her sleep-fogged eyes sharpening as she takes in the scene. a beat, and she's sauntering over, slipping an arm around your middle, pressing her chin to your shoulder, brushing a kiss to your cheek.

"everything alright? who's this, an old friend?" she looks reese over once, her expression the picture of a woman unimpressed.

you shake your head, leaning into her touch. "no, he's no one --"

"hey! pft, oh i see -- i leave you, and you decide to replace me with a beefed up enforcer whore -- oof --"

"ow."

vi lets out a sharp, startled laugh, her eyes widening as you pull your arm back, shaking out your stinging fist with a whine, cradling your hand.

"holy shit that really hurts," you say, pouting as vi takes your hand in hers, running a thumb along your reddening skin, her shoulders still shaking with laughter, even as she tries to sooth a thumb over your knuckles. she coos, kissing the back of your hand. you crinkle your nose, "you do that all the time?"

she grins, shrugging, "helps if you've had a lot of practice."

"-- y-you -- you broke my nose!" reese's voice is reedy as he holds his face, a thin line of blood trickling through his fingers, his eyes wide.

"oh shut up dude, you're fine. it'll set in a few days," vi snaps, rolling her eyes as she glances back towards the open door. you glare at reese, reaching for the small intercom on the wall.

"go away, reese. and find something better to do than stalk me, okay? ugh --" you huff, punching the call button for the security downstairs.

"h-hey! you can't just close the door on me --" reese tries to scramble for the doorknob but vi puts herself squarely between you and him, cocking an eyebrow. he falters, eyes flickering over vi's arms and shoulders, his lip curling with fear masked as distaste before he stumbles back, snarling at the pair of you, though the effect is largely dampened by the rapidly darkening bruise at the bridge of his nose and the blood smeared down his chin.

"w-whatever! i d-didn't actually wanna fuck you anyway --"

"oh do yourself a favor and get lost," vi says, slamming the door in his face just as the intercom beeps the life and you let the building security in on the situation.

"your hand okay?" vi asks, though her expression is a tug-o-war of concern and ill-concealed amusement.

you crinkle your nose, clenching and unclenching your fingers, wincing at the soft sting.

"yeah. that just hurt way more than i thought it would."

"aww, c'mere," vi tugs you into her chest, peppering your face in kisses before moves to your hand, laughing as you giggle. "my little warrior princess."

you whine, digging your nose into her neck, "don't make fun of me."

"i'm not!" though her voice is still clearly laced with laughter as the pair of you make your way back into the bedroom, "though, i gotta say -- that was kinda hot. like really hot."

you laugh, letting her scoop you up and press you down into the still-warm sheets. you bite your lips.

"yeah? maybe i should try punching my ex-hookups in the face more often."

vi's lips twitch. "yeah? you got alotta those?"

you frown, your pout returning in full swing, "no! ugh -- reese was -- reese was a very drunken mistake one night okay? we've all made choices we're not proud of --"

but vi is laughing, leaning down to catch your lips in a long, indulgent kiss. when she pulls away, your eyes are dark, your mouth sweet and soft around a half-caught breath.

"you know i don't care about your past, princess," she says, running a thumb along your cheeks, "all that matters --"

"is that you're the only one in my future?" you ask, smiling as you reach up to catch her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm. vi's lashes flutter at the certainty of your words, before she's sighing into your neck, her lips warm against your skin.

"yeah. something like that."

you giggle, head tilting back as she kisses a line down your shoulder. and then you're squealing as she flips the pair of you, settling you firmly over her hips, a smirk twisting her lips.

"though, reese --" she makes a show of whistling beneath her breath, "you were really goin' through some shit, huh?"

you groan, burying your face in her chest. "you're never gonna let me live this down, are you?"

vi laughs, carding her fingers gently through your hair before dropping a kiss to your temple.

"nope. never."

[toytle]

this is surprisingly cute without the lineart too

[revasserium]

can i rq kags trying to plan how to propose to you,,

bullets cause im lazy today u__u

kageyama proposing to u at the tokyo olympics lets gO:

physically going to bookstores/libraries to do research bc once he heard a story from one of his senpai that a guy ruined his own proposal bc his s/o looked at his internet search history -- so suddenly, you're wondering why he's spending all this time "going to the library" and for a hot sec you wonder if he's cheating but after one (1) quick chat with suga and daichi, they shut that thought down with that promise that it is so, so not that

spends weeks, nay months, pausing at every single jewelry store he passes by; he's late to practice (only by a few minutes!!!) enough times that his coach starts asking questions; his answers are always vague and blushy, that is until hoshiumi lets it slip that he's probably planning on proposing; after which coach suzaku starts to loudly discuss with his assistant coach the various jewelers that he'd used when he'd proposed to his own wife

actually makes a pinterest account bc yachi said that a lot of ppl put their "dream wedding" inspo boards on there, but he was so overwhelmed by the interface and navigation that he immediately deleted his account afterwards

almost has a heart attack when he looks up how much traditional wedding dresses costs and this, everyone, is how he ends up agreeing to being spokesperson for power curry (bc endorsements are so damn lucrative)

gives oikawa a straight up heart attack when he gets a text at ass oclock in the morning of tobio asking him how (HYPOTHETICALLY SPEAKING) if he were to propose (again, HYPOTHETICALLY), how he'd do it bc... well, oikawa's always been good at flirting and stuff right? right.

let it never be said that kageyama tobio doesn't at least try to do his research

ofc hinata is his sounding board; it's a terrible idea but at least hinata is super! fucking! supportive! and! excited! and sure, kageyama has threatened him within LITERALLY an inch of his life if hinata let it slip and ruined the surprise bc okay, it'd be pretty cool to propose to you the at the fucking tokyo olympics. but what if he japan doesn't win?

and sure he has to call kuroo to pull way too many strings to set it up but... that's what people like right? big sweeping gestures? and if he has to suffer through half an hour of kuroo's teasing, then so be it. he's suffered worse.

but when the time comes, just before he gets up onto the podium (and sure, 2nd place isn't 1st place, but getting a silver medal at the olympics his 2nd year running is still pretty damn amazing!!!), he finds himself strangely breathless -- and he knows that it's just nerves and that somehow it feels bigger than setting up for a service ace against france, bigger than even getting up on that podium to begin with --

he can see you standing courtside, tears already in your eyes, and he hopes that you have no idea (you have no idea, truly); when he looks at you with the barest inkling of a smile, you blink, you pause, your whole body going still. the area around him quiets, the cheers and screaming of the crowd droning out to barely a buzz in the background. the confused faces of the argentinian team nothing more than a blur as kuroo hands him the microphone with a wink

"uhm -- sorry everyone, but uh -- there's just something i'd like to say before i accept my medal... uhm..." he turns to you and you've already got your hands over your mouth, looking bewildered; he chuckles, digging in his pocket and nearly dropping the mic -- scattered laughter, some of the closest fans are already cheering some of his personal fans are crying but who can blame them rly --

"i know it's not the gold medal i promised you but..." he pulls out the ring and gets down on one knee "this is gold, i made sure, and... i was wondering if you'd accept it anyway," and he sounds so sincere, his voice a little stiff but so, so soft, and you're vaulting over the barricades, almost tripping on your mad sprint towards him, nodding and crying and tipping into his arms even before he can stand up properly

"yes, yes, yes -- oh my god, how long were you planning for this?!" and he's laughing and kissing you and shakily slipping the ring onto your finger and kissing you again and the entire stadium is screaming, his teammates are all clapping, the french team is a little miffed at having their moment stolen, but most of them are smiling anyways; he clears his throat and bows to the different representatives all waiting for him to finish before dropping another kiss onto your cheek, "i'll tell you about it later, okay? i've got a medal ceremony to finish."

[sunsetno4]

🟠 🔮 for Ven!! :3

Ah, thank you! :D <33 (Also, orange! Ven's so happy~~).

🟠 Orange- What is a trait your OC hides about themself from others? Do they refuse to acknowledge it or begrudgingly accept it?

Vendetta wishes it was their theatrics. Every time anyone comments on that, ne wants to crawl into a ditch and die. :'l But that ain't hidden soooooo, perfectionism it is. o: Given Ven's more trollish and dramatic tendencies, I imagine ne comes off more goes-with-the-flow to people not in the know. But ne isn't, at all. Ven stresses over every word, every sentence, every choice and decision, before and especially after. My god, especially the afters. .----.;;;

But ne does accept it. Like that's just the cost of being able to be nemself, double-guessing everything ne does and spiraling badly when nir plans and intentions eventually do fail~~

🔮 Crystal Ball- What kind of future does your OC want to have? What would they do to make it real?

Oh. Oh, oh, oh. Mhm. Ok. So, Vendetta has never, not even once, thought about this. o: Ne just doesn't believe ne has a future, and definitely not one worth pursuing. Ven has been doomed by the narrative and ne accepts that. But ne also wants at least one chance to rip out the narrative's throat with nir teeth before it finally kills nem.

~*the future vendetta is aiming for*~

And I have no idea what ne would do to make that real, but I'm sure Ven will give it nir all when the time comes.

[crave-mp3]

neil perry is literally real to me

WAIT YES HES SOOOO <3___<3 i keep forgetting to message you about it but i recently watched most of it (like past The Scene) and i loved it soooo much

[carcharsaur]

in my heart I want an amaro to be a canon mount for kozu but. I don't know how he'd get it back to the source when he was half-called like the other scions because he's not the main character😔

[niceness-before-knives]

Some quick snaps because I figured out how to upload them. ^^! It's of Velveteen + Auspex, who I did start a quick file of today. I thought it might be fun to have him a bit questionably revived by his older sister at some point in the past, which is why one of his eyes went a bit purple. He's also painfully baby-faced and I kind-of love it, lol.

Velveteen is perfect, as always. <3 I love them deary and need to draw them decked out in lace and gems and flowers and skeleton imagery because Kid has a killer aesthetic~~ c:<

Also, one of Veil technically but it's more the Massive Golden Nug statute I found while running about Treviso. I love Treviso. :') <3

[shouyuus]

thank u for the tag @hiraethwa <3333

The smooth beige of a handwritten letter.

Every piece of writing you put out is a love letter to both your characters and your readers. Each word is carefully planned and placed to have the most impact possible. After finishing reading a piece of yours, your readers often will have a warm feeling in their chest and a lightheartedness that stays with them for the rest of the day.

no pressure tags: @dira333 @violettduchess @peachsukii @tetzoro @staraxiaa + anyone else who wants to do it!!!

what color is your writing? — ✸

found this today and thought it was cute!

The smooth beige of a handwritten letter. Every piece of writing you put out is a love letter to both your characters and your readers. Each word is carefully planned and placed to have the most impact possible. After finishing reading a piece of yours, your readers often will have a warm feeling in their chest and a lightheartedness that stays with them for the rest of the day

tagging: @daemour @flurrys-creativity @sanjoongie @limjaeseven @potatomountain

[shippudens]

should i just do a single row of leaves or should i do two… left is single, right is two. i feel like two looks rather cluttered

[heartvisor]

[unicornstotallyrule]

tbh i wanna do chibi comms someday..

[vessuna]

little guy ( neka.cc )

[anemia-rp]

[revasserium]

hq headcanons with gyaru s/o?? PLS IM BEGGING tysm!!!!

ギャル! 超かわいいー (gyaru! chou kawaii ー !)

ft oikawa; suga; bokuto; hinata; tsukki

oikawa:

obsessed! asks u to send pics of ur new manicure designs, knows ur manicurist by first name, sends her his love every time u go

chides you not to spend too long tanning cause the uv isn't great for your skin but loves how u look; tells u that it makes your eyes stand out and your hair look nice and has mastered the art of taking selfies from that #45degreetopdown angle

has a pic of u as his phone bk bc this man is whipped and he's not afraid to admit it; will buy you trinkets and hair clips and earrings or send u pics of cute ones sees

always holds ur hand in public and brags about u to his friends u__u

sugawara:

kisses you with your flavored lipgloss bc he is an agent of chaos and he likes the way he can mess you up a little; he's secretly not so secretly super happy that u have a whole string of phone charms that are just presents from him -- tiny volleyballs, bejeweled cupcakes, random little animals, a giant fluffball just cause it's soft

helps u pick out circle lenses cause he thinks they're so so pretty and can't stop staring at your eyes whenever u wear a new pair

honestly kinda fell for u the first time he saw you cause of the way you tied up ur school uniform shirt and he caught a glimpse of your bellybutton ring and thought it was like... the hottest thing ever but;;;; we don't have to talk about that

tells u every day how beautiful you are, just bc u__u

bokuto:

honestly doesn't rly get it but boi if he aint supportive! and he cares so much; will sit and listen intently to u when ur talking about all the different clothing brands u like or ponder out loud how ur so good with ur hands cause if he had nails like urs he'd break them immediately

would let u paint his nails in glitter tho

will tell u just to go outside w/out sunscreen if u wanna tan more (like him!!!) but after u tell him about uv and sun protection now he actively slathers sunscreen on himself before going outside and preaches it to all his friends and teammates ("akaashi! did u kno it causes premature aging of the skin!??!! wait -- what do u mean everyone knows that?!")

loves your weekend outfits so much u__u honestly he's shooketh at your eye for style, thinks you should become a fashion designer, a model, actively advertises to the world that you already are one basically; swells!!! with pride when someone on the street asks to take a pic of your outfit -- "see?!?!? told u u should be a model!!! ur pics belong in magazines!!!"

hinata:

is just so so awestruck at all the sparkly/pretty things; and you're the sparkliest, prettiest of all so i mean -- that tracks!

gets just as excited as you do about new clothing lines and is super eager to spend entire weekends walking through various shops, carrying all your stuff, praising the way you look in every single outfit u try on

the blushiest!!! if u dress him up too so you guys match! holds your hand so tightly and can't stop grinning to himself so that at the end of the day his cheeks hurt but that's okay bc he got to spend the whole weekend w/ you and he wants to do it again all the time!

loves ur long nails bc it feels nice when you trail it along his arms, down his back; it makes him feel loopy and sleepy and shivery and all sorts of good, and on top of that -- they're just gorgeous to look at arent they? everything about u is gorgeous and he's so, so glad to have u

tsukki:

will never admit it outloud that he actually likes it; pretends it's just another level to all the "girly things" that normal girls like -- so u like more of it -- so what

but BOI if he doesn't feel his chest get all tight when you get all dressed up for your dates, when your lashes are perfectly mascaraed to set off those gorgeous new circle lenses u bought the other day that he totally, totally isn't into cause that color is just so pretty against your skin --

constantly tells u that ur nails are kind of a hassle and he doesn't understand how u get anything done with them but will wait for u outside ur salon with ur bags and grab u icecream and sigh and begrudgingly admit that the nail art is cute this time...

is secretly super fucking into the fact that u have a pic of the both of u has ur phone background and it makes him happy every single time ur phone goes off and the screen lights up; and yeah, the fact that you have a volleyball phone charm that you told him reminds you of him makes him rly, rly happy too u__u

[toytle]

behind the scenes for anyone that likes to think abt their designs as much as i do

+ file names bc i thought it was cute U__U

[inkbitten]

DUNGEON MESHI WITH A DERE——TYPE READER. LAIOS.

( sorry for not doing asks! i keep getting the same character so i wanted to do something different for myself. u__u reader is a half orc because i like the concept! dungeon meshi has phones because i say so. )

LAIOS WITH A TSUNDERE.

laios doesn't.. entirely know what to make of you. that's not to say he doesn't like you! but, he struggles to find out what's going on in his teammates heads alone, and yours is the most difficult of all to figure out. still, when you're both at the bar, he approaches you without fail.

he is very intrigued by your species. half elf, half orc?! it seems about every time he sees you in the bar, he's throwing a barrage of questions at you. is your mother the elf? the orc? what was it like growing up?!

you aren't entirely used to being approached by others. to most, your very existence is viewed as bizarre. because of this, you're pretty much an outcast on the island you were born on. you're used to being alone by now, and aren't exactly.. ready to let anyone in.

“ ..are you an idiot? ” you mutter one day, slightly pointed ears turned pink.

“ eh.. eh?! “ laios's eyes widen, taken aback by your sudden utterance. did he say something wrong? all he remembers is factually mentioning that being half elf gives you a very unique beauty.

“ i'm.. sorry? haha.. ” a sheepish laughs leaves the blond's lips. “ did i—— offend you? or..? ”

“ wow. i was right. you really are an idiot. ” huffing through nostrils, your head turns from him. “ s.. some people would've thought you were flirting!" ”

laios immediately feels the way his earlobes turn red, warmth swiftly crawling up from the back of his neck. “ i'm sorry! ” he chokes out, animatedly waving his hands around.

“ tch! why are you saying sorry? ”

you stand there with your hands on your hips, and laios is no longer aware of what's making you upset. his brows furrow, lips pursed into an adorably confused expression. his cuteness totally pisses you off!

“ did you mean it? ”

“ uh, what? “

“ did you mean it?! ”

laios awkwardly scratches his cheek. “ i.. i mean, yes? i especially like the way your eyes look in the sunligh———.. ”

you're quick to get him off with an, “ i get it! ”

laios is.. confused. again. did you not want him to elaborate? before he can inquire, you're seizing his arm and rolling up his sleeve to write down your number with a pen you swiped from the bar counter.

“ call me, or else! ” is all you say before paying your tab and rushing out.

left behind, laios's level of confusion skyrockets. he feels the skin you touched tingle with the warmth of your fingers. he looks down at your number with the strange desire to never clean his limb again.

“ ..that's weird, “ he mutters, laughing at himself.

he might as well get on home to send you a call. is it too early? he just got it.. ugh. he should ask falin for advice.