depressed-avocado:

Has this been done before or what?

annypuff:

oikawa apparently

sparkles-and-trash:

I used to hate short haired Hawks, but… this one is GOOD, this is a LOOK, I actually LOVE it, he looks so young, so normal in a sense, like he just looks like a guy you’d see in the grocery store line and I love that for him

heich0e:

leave the light on - miya osamu/f!reader (haikyuu!)
part 10 in the bff!osamu series
tags: childhood friends to lovers, tw instant coffee mention, miscommunication, confessions, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!

Onigiri Miya closes early on Sunday nights.

It’s not for lack of business—the shop would certainly take in enough revenue to justify staying open regular hours an extra day per week, especially on a weekend. But in the early days of Onigiri Miya, when it was just a one-man show, Osamu needed at least one night that he could count on having off. The workweek business—office workers and students going through their routine hustle and bustle—kept him going, enough so that Sunday nights weren’t a make or break for him, and he was able to start shuttering in the early afternoon once per week.

He remembers those early days. Sweet talking vendors to bring down the cost of produce and haggling with the grubby, bleary eyed men at fish market stalls at the crack of dawn for a deal on the catch of the day. Promising suppliers that he’d be able to get them their money in a couple of weeks if they’d just give him some more time. Standing on the road, because Onigiri Miya was just a street stall back then, trying to coax people in and try his food. To convince them to take a chance on him. He remembers burns on his hands and cuts on his fingers and an ache in his bones that ran so marrow-deep he forgot what it felt like to not be so sore. Sunday nights were the only night he had to relax. The only night he had to sit down, to take off his hat, and to have a beer—or, even more frequently, pass out on his couch in his uniform at 8pm and sleep right through to his alarm the next morning.

Closing early on Sundays had been your idea, way back when— suggested to him gently while he rested with his head in your lap in your tiny student apartment after another 16 hour workday. He still remembers the worry in your eyes as you brushed his hair back from his tired face.

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kiyoors:

playfully provoking osamu by buying convenience store cup noodles and onigiri on your way back from work. he sighs every time he sees you with a white plastic bag in hand. “darlin’ ya know i can make ‘em homemade for ya right?” you hum, taking a bite out of the stale rice ball and begin to pour hot water from the kettle into your cup noodles. osamu holds a hand to his chest, gripping the material of his shirt. “right?” he looks constipated now, eye twitching. “please, angel, let me cook for ya”

zeninsama:

gojo tries talking u into fucking without a condom by telling u his cum is also protected by his infinity. what a loser

dailyitadori:

ALT

day 123 | running errands together :] [id in alt]

goose-draws-it:

Minor break from mini comms to sketch 💙

anotherdayforchaosfay:

smokeandjollyranchers:

Crying in the club this morning because my cats enjoy our gossip sessions as much as I do 🥺

I read aloud to my cat, and she purrs through most of it before falling asleep. Sometimes, when I stop, she’ll wake up enough to boop me until I read again.

dreamkidddream:

Mammon sending his crows to watch over you when he can’t be with you in the human world 🥹

It was bad enough that you had to go back to the human realm, but it was even worse that he couldn’t go with you. He’s your first man! The one that’s suppose to be keeping an eye on you and making sure that you stay out of trouble-protecting you. And how is he suppose to do that if he’s down here and you’re all the way up there?

He pouts when he sees that you still haven’t responded to his messages. He tries to hide his disappointment when he goes to show you something and remembers that you’re not here to see it. He tries to ignore the stinging pain in his chest when he turns in for the night, never really getting to sleep since you’re not by his side.

He’s restless- it’s hard for him to relax when he can’t see you, hear your voice, feel your warmth, see you smile, hearing how softly you say that you love him…

Mammon’s trying to come up and quick- there’s no way he can’t wait until you come back yourself, and he’s too impatient to wait for Lucifer to allow them to visit- he’s trying to put up a front and pretend that he’s totally fine, but he doesn’t know how much longer he can handle this.

Then he gets an idea. A smart idea.

Crows are his familiars, and there just so happen to be plenty flying around in the human world. It wouldn’t be the first time that he’s asked them for some favors dealing with you. And it’s not like he’s breaking the rules anyway. Lucifer said that they aren’t allowed up there- he didn’t say anything about his crows seeing you.

And the best part- he doesn’t have to share with his brothers. It can just be your secret. Something private between the both of you without anyone else knowing.

One is already perched on the window sill, head tilted in curiosity as Mammon whispered a few commands, sliding something in between its claws as he sent it off.

He’s trying to steel his nerves, but he can’t help it as he tries to imagine how you react. No doubt that you would be surprised- he can picture now how your eyes would light up, gushing over his familiar as you flash that same smile that would get him blushing-

He tried to ignore how his stomach was filling with butterflies as he shooed his crow away.

—

It became a regular occurrence to have a crow sitting on your window sill.

At first you were a bit confused- it’s not like you left food out for them to peck at and your summoning spell wasn’t that strong to summon a living being…yet. Could it be a weird side effect of your magic? You’ll have to ask Solomon to see.

However, it wasn’t until you noticed what they had clutched in their claws when you began to suspect that it wasn’t just a random visit.

Folded notes with messy handwriting scrawled on it, a shiny bracelet that strangely resembles the same one you liked in the Devildom, and more items that convinced you that it wasn’t just a coincidence.

And everything clicked when they would stare up at you expectantly, like they were…waiting for something? It wasn’t until you would softly rub the top of their head as thanks and hearing them make the same purr as that one familiar demon would make anytime your fingers grazed his scalp.

Of course Mammon would be behind this- and just like him, his dear crows found themselves wanting praise for their actions. No doubt he would deny it if you asked him (or Diavolo forbid make up some wild excuse), but the act still made your heart warm.

The next time you call him, you play coy about the gifts and you can just see the grin and how his chest swells with pride at the mere mention of them- but you also hear him choke on his words when his crows just so happen to plop his own present in his lap. He can’t keep the tough act up for long, and as the conversation goes on, his tone softens as he finally admits how much he misses you.

But even being worlds apart wouldn’t stop him from watching over you.

androdragynous:

art tips

• don’t call what you create “content”. regardless of what it is. that’s the devil talking. call it art, call it writing, call it music, call it analysis, call it editing, literally just call it what it is
• I was going to put other things but oh my god please just don’t call yourself a “content creator”. you are a person you are making art / writing / music / etc you are an artist an author a musician
• you are not an Image Generator For Clicks And Views. please. allow yourself to connect with your work by naming it properly and acknowledging yourself in kind

annasinthewalls:

spring is coming. Spring IS COMING. You will stand on soft grass again, and feel the sun kiss your cheeks and shoulders. you will eat of the same berries as the animals returned from their hibernation. you will hear the air alive with your collective breathing.

drawnbymabel:

Careful what you wish for.

(Comic from 2021. I think it’d hurt me more if I wasn’t the one that drew it😝)