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damn i know i’ve been inactive, but to the point that p*rn accounts are following me 😭

lemme go write smth right now….

I spent my entire Saturday rewatching EVERY. SINGLE. EPISODE. of Princess Tutu and honestly? Best weekend ever!

Also this art is gorgeous 🥰😍

AKT 06 - Märchen

"[...] in that town, fairytales and reality became the same thing."

When you realize your life is a story told by someone else. 📖🖋

Yours...or everyone's?

[Image description: An illustration of Princess Tutu. It shows Ahiru standing on top of a book as she looks behind her at the viewer with and unsettled expression. Three busts drawings of Mytho, Rue and Fakir can be seen above her. Mytho is seen in the middle while Rue and Fakir are next to him on each side. Mytho is facing the viewer with his eyes closed. Rue is seen from the side as she smiles at Mytho, while Fakir looks at him with a concerned expression as he takes out a book from a bookshelf. /End description] description by @dianbalpin-0p

i haven’t posted in forever. but! i am working on some stuff, mostly not fan fiction related, and i hope to post those eventually!

here’s a small sneak peek of something i’m working on! this work is based off FINNEAS’ song.

i made another spotify playlist cause i have princess tutu brainrot again. so that’s fun, i need to read/write some fakiru content…

If this ain’t me 😂

pov : I can't go further than level normal

still proud eheh

this song is so cute fckjwodbq

i’m gonna start working on a ushijimia drabble because i need it in my life right now

i haven’t touch genshin impact in like a month and i can’t see myself playing it daily like i used to. idk it’s just hard to get back into the flow of it.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷. 𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕗𝕪 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

bunch of playlist i made that i use on the daily

check them out:

haikyuu:

tsukishima - having a tall boy in love with me

bokuto - ace hype playlist

ushijima - maybe being in love with you is okay

mad dog - hanging out with kyōtani

genshin impact:

diluc - the iced hearted pyro

chilumi - mama i’m in love with a criminal

xiao - the vigilant yaksha

albedo - just the two of us

scaramouche/wanderer/kuni - memento mori

utapri:

syo kurusu - having an idol as a bf

ai mikaze - synchronizing with you

ranmaru kurosaki - rocking out with u

miscellaneous:

misa amane - the break up mix

marceline - marcy’s tour list

nene yashiro - making donuts for amane

fakiru - pas de deux

reverse falls - welcome to the tent of telepathy

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷. 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕪 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕘

nice to meet y’all! my name is will (or marcy/bunny/moon), i’m a college student studying creative writing and wasting it on fictional characters that don’t belong to me.

here’s some links to get around my page (will update when i add more)

get to know me more

my spotify playlists collection

don’t be scared to request or send an ask!

rules and other important stuff

most recent works:

Promise (A Tsukishima Flash Piece)

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷. 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕞𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖

here are some fast round facts bout me:

i use he/they pronouns

i don’t mind if you call me moon or will or marcy or bunny, they all chill with me

my personality type is isfp

taurus sun - scorpio moon - taurus ascending

likes: candy, warm blankets, puppies, the colors lilac and yellow, anime

dislikes: the smell of rain (i’m sorry), seafood, roller coasters, horror films

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷. 𝕒 𝕤𝕚𝕞𝕡 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

i suppose there’s no real harm in sharing what fictional characters have a special place in my heart. so let’s go!

Niijima Makoto

Akaashi Keiji

Morinozuka (Mori) Takashi

Bokuto Kōtarō

Albedo Kreideprinz

Koga

Sōma Hatori

Isaac Foster

Kurusu Shou/Syo

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Obi

Zen Wistaria

Sakamoto Ryuji

N

Kentarō Kyōtani

Sōma Kyō

Hyun Ryu

Iwaizumi Hajime

Kou Seiya

Xiao/Alatus

Diluc Ragnvidr

Tomoe

Sango

Sesshōmaru

Hibiki Ryoga

Tsukishima Kei

Mikaze Ai

Saeran Choi

post credit idea and inspo by @ moririki

not gonna lie. been thinking about writing a ushijima drabble or smth

like staying home and dancing in the kitchen with him. know what i mean?

stretch

hai! this is my first time requesting :D if you don't mind, can i request something where akaashi confessing to his crush? i think it would be super sweet :D anyway stay healthy and drink lots of water babe <33

word count: 2, 269

pairing: university AU!akaashi keiji x fem!reader

warnings: not proofread because im too tired but it’s all fluff!

a/n: thank you for the request lovely! I appreciate you reaching out :) Also yes! drinking lots of water for sure :) i hope this meets your expectations!! <3 a HUGE thank you to @satan-ruler-of-hells for helping me out with this idea haha i literally couldn’t have done this without you love <3 the following gif is not mine - creds to the original creator!

haikyuu masterlist

Draw something beautiful, the professor had instructed, walking across the art room floor. Akaashi had scrunched up his nose as he thought about the assignment. 3 words, that was it. When he tried to ask for further instruction, the professor just smiled and said, Don’t think too much. Just draw. It doesn’t have to be perfect, it doesn’t have to even fit on a whole page. Just draw. It could be doodles or abstract shapes. The purpose of this assignment to get you thinking - to get you seeing the world and deciding to draw it. To get you used to holding a pencil and drawing instead of writing.

Akaashi had gone home that day, frustrated with the lack of instruction. How was he supposed to make something for a grade if he wasn’t even sure what he was supposed to do?

Draw something beautiful. But... what did they mean by beautiful? Should he draw the skyline he saw from his apartment window? Should he draw the perfect spike, because to him that was beautiful. Should he just draw shapes and call it art?

Akaashi groaned as slammed his head against the living room table, scrapping another paper from his sketchbook and throwing it away, “Remind me why I took this class again?” he mumbled out with a sigh.

“Because you’re really good at drawing things!” Bokuto grinned, playing with a volleyball while seated on the couch nearby. “You’ve always been really good at doodling and sketching. Plus, you wanted something new...Hey! Maybe you could draw me playing volleyball,” he grinned, looking over at him ecstatically.

Akaashi tried to think of a way to tell his best friend that while volleyball and the art of it was beautiful... he wasn’t quite sure if he wanted his first assignment to be his sweaty roommate swatting a ball around, “I’d just want to play with you,” Akaashi excused the idea away, giving his friend a smile. 

“Mm good point. And there’s no point in me playing without my setter,” Bokuto nodded in agreement. “Where’s Y/N? I bet she’d have a good idea!”

Y/N.... now there’s something beautiful, Akaashi thought to himself, catching himself blushing before shaking his head from his thoughts, “U-Uh I think she’s got class but I’ll send her a text.”

You were more than happy to receive Akaashi’s text about coming over to work with him and Bokuto because you always found studying easier when Akaashi had the ability to force you to do your homework. He was very good at keeping you on task, especially during finals week, so you agreed to meet them over at their place.

“Something beautiful?” You repeated as Akaashi explained his dilemma to you. “Well in that case, why are we studying here?” You huffed, zipping your bag back up and standing up even though you had literally just arrived. “We should go to the park! It’s beautiful out and there’s all sorts of wildflowers blooming near the ravine!”

You were quick to push Bokuto and Akaashi to get ready, insisting to Bokuto that he actually bring his homework so you could all work together in the sun. The three of you made your way to the small park near the boys’ apartment, your smile beaming in the sun as Akaashi laid out a blanket on the grass for you all to sit on. 

His eyes tried to look around, finding anything that sparked some sort of beauty in him. Maybe he should just take the easy way out and sketch the flowers - no one could deny that they were pretty this year.  

Akaashi tried to get into the zone with his doodling, sketching line after line to create the pretty wildflower flowing in the wind next to him. He listened distantly to the music you were playing on your phone, your voice humming softly along to it as you were doing your own work. 

Even Bokuto loaded up his laptop and actually got to work one Akaashi pointed out to him that he wouldn’t be able to play volleyball if he failed all his classes.

After the one flower though, Akaashi’s eyes drifted as he tried to pick out another one to sketch out. It wasn’t beautiful necessarily but maybe it would be enough? His eyes paused on you for a moment, watching as you held onto your pencil with your lips for a moment, erasing whatever was on your page furiously.

It was a few seconds before Akaashi realized he was staring. You were so hypnotizing when you were focused, he wondered how you could zone in like that. He left his mind drift a little, his fingers lazily dragging his pencil along his book. He didn’t really think anything of it when he finished a sketch of you - your hair in your eyes, your concentrated furrow of your brow, the way your fingers spun your pencil around. He was just doing it to refresh his mind, give himself a break, and then go right back to drawing flowers - that’s what he told himself.

But the more he glanced over at you, the softer his smile got, sketching the lines of your shoulders, the loose hairs sticking out from the rest, the eyelash that was laying on your cheek.

You were beautiful. Much more beautiful than some flowers.

“I’m bored,” Bokuto whined loudly, interrupting the concentration in the air and making Akaashi jump a little. 

“You’re supposed to be working,” he pointed out to him, glancing at his laptop screen. “You haven’t even gotten 2 pages.”

“5 pages is too long for a paper,” Bokuto huffed, shaking his head. “We should just go order food and call it a day.”

“Just because you’ve given up on working, doesn’t mean we have to, dummy,” you laughed, eyes still focused on whatever it was you were writing.

“Fineeee,” Bokuto sighed unhappily, flopping backwards against the ground. He laid there for a moment, pouting to himself, before pushing himself on his elbows, “Hows the sketching going, Akaashi?”

Maybe Akaashi should’ve played it off cooler - shrugged off the question and said it was nothing. But instead, Akaashi stammered out a “F-Fine,” and he could feel Bokuto watching as a pink colour flushed across his cheeks and ears.

“Can I see?” Bokuto asked curiously, grinning wider as Akaashi started to shift away from him.

“It’s not ready,” Akaashi insisted, shaking his head.

“Oh come on, I just wanna see!” Bokuto insisted, jumping on his best friend and trying to pull the sketchpad into view. Akaashi groaned, attempting to shield his work from Bokuto’s prying eyes but felt Bokuto’s strong fingers pull his arms away from the notepad and sighed as he heard his friend gasp.

“Holy shit, Akaashi, it looks so good!” Bokuto gaped, tilting his head as he took in the work in front of him. “I knew you were good but this is incredible!”

You glanced over as the boys started to talk, curious as to what all the commotion was about, “Get some good flower sketches?” You asked with a smile and Akaashi just blushed, nodding awkwardly.

“And others!” Bokuto beamed, still admiring the sketchpad. “It looks just like you!”

You blinked in surprise, glancing between the two of them before scooting over to take a look at what Akaashi had been working on. As much as the dark haired boy tried to hide his work, you insisted he show you and when he finally did, you felt your breath hitch.

The whole two pages Akaashi had been sketching on were filled with different views and perspectives of none other than you. You felt your face go warm as you saw the little purse of your lips that you do when you were concentrating, or the way you tapped your pencil against your lips when you were in thought. 

“A-Akaashi, they’re... they’re really pretty,” you stammered out shyly, suddenly feeling very self conscious of your body. Not because of his drawings, because they were gorgeous but because this meant he had been looking at you this whole time.

“It’s weird, I know,” Akaashi muttered nervously. “I’m sorry, I just got carried away.”

You shook your head quickly, grabbing the notebook you had been working in and showing him, “I got carried away too,” you laughed, showing him that in between the margins of your notes, you had done a few sketches of his concentration face, the little squint he does with his eyes when he checks over things, the biting of his inner cheek that he did when he was trying to get something just right. 

Bokuto squealed a little, watching the two of you excitedly, “You two are literally perfect for each other,” he announced with a happy nod.

“O-Oi! Don’t go around saying stuff like that!” You insisted, all flustered by his words. “Akaashi, you were supposed to work on your assignment! Now you’ll have to start all over again.”

Akaashi watched you for a beat, and then looked down at the sketchpad in front of him, “Why? I think I can submit it just like this.”

“W-Weren’t you supposed to sketch...” you let your voice trail off a little as he caught your eye, a small smile turning at his lips.

“I was supposed to draw something beautiful. And I chose you. Are you okay with that?” He asked with a slight raise of his eyebrow.

Bokuto gave another excited squeak like an excited fanboy, eagerly watching his OTP, “So cute,” he whimpered eagerly.

“Y-yeah, I’m okay with that,” you answered, biting on your lip nervously. “I thought you were going to draw the flowers, that’s all.”

“You’re much prettier than flowers, Y/N,” Akaashi admitted, clearing his throat awkwardly as he shifted in his seat. 

“Oh my god,” Bokuto giggled ecstaticly. “Is it happening? Is it finally happening? Akaashi are you going to-”

“I’m trying, Bokuto, if you’d just let me,” Akaashi groaned, glaring at his best friend for a moment, you giving them both looks of confusion.

“Oh! Sorry! I’m not even here, don’t even worry about it,” Bokuto laughed with a huge grin, hiding his face behind his hands as it caused him to magically disappear.

Akaashi sighed and looked over at you with somewhat nervous eyes, “When I first started thinking about what I could draw that was beautiful, I immediately thought of you, Y/N.”

“Y-You did?”

He nodded slowly, looking down at his sketchpad again, “They don’t really do you justice. I can’t capture how you look when you laugh in a drawing, or how kind you are to everyone you meet. A drawing can’t capture that sass and snarky attitude you have, or the little jump you do when you beat us at Mario Kart,” Akaashi smiled as his fingers gently ran along one of the sketches he had done of you. “I’ve always thought you were beautiful, Y/N. Ever sine we met in high school. I’ve loved you from that very first day.”

You sat there staring at him, wondering if something had magically drugged Akaashi into saying the words you had always wanted to hear from him. This gorgeous sweet and patient guy... was confessing you to? The boy you had cheered for at all of his games, stumbled around drunk with, eaten like a pig with... he loved you?

“You don’t have to reciprocate my feelings obviously,” Akaashi added after noting your surprise. “I don’t want this to change anything, and I don’t want you to feel like I only got close to you to try and date you. I love being your friend but-”

“I want us to be something more,” you finished his sentence, blinking up at him. “I’ve always wanted that.”

Akaashi had to stare at you for a few seconds, make sure you were being honest, before his lips curled into a smile. He reached for your hand, squeezing it gently and pressing a quick kiss to it, “Maybe our first date can be a sketching date then. You can teach me all your methods.”

You laughed a little and nodded up at him, “Only if you draw me again. I want to keep one.”

The two of you just smiled at each other for a moment before Bokuto couldn’t help but let out his excitement, tackling you both into a hug and proclaiming how happy he was you two finally admitted how you were feeling about each other. “Let’s get food now! I’m buying for the happy couple!” He stood up eagerly, jumping up and down. “You guys are going to draw me next right??”

“Sure, Bokuto,” you laughed, smiling over at Akaashi and feeling your heart flutter just a little when you find him already looking at you.

Akaashi handed in his sketchbook the next week, giving a small smile to his professor before he disappeared. The art instructor was surprised to find a human subject scattered across the pages and felt a small smile on their face as they noticed the attention given to your features.

Art is like giving someone a piece of your soul every time they look at it, the professor had taught in a lecture before. You see what the artist sees through their eyes, and in that moment, something is captured forever.

These sketches surely fulfilled what the professor had aimed for with this project and they chuckled to themselves as they noted the small piece of Akaashi they received from the sketches. You can really see it from these sketches, the professor thought to themselves as they closed the sketchbook. He really loves her.

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Promise - Tsukishima

this is my first post on here, and it’s a comfort self-indulge thing cause i was sad this week

character: time skip! tsukishima kei

word count: 845

warnings: might be ooc for comfort reasons (also the fact that i haven’t wrote anything in years so probably poorly written)

it just felt like too much, trying to balance school, work, and a barely existing social life. and maybe this was the last straw to it, as i shake looking down at my phone.

honestly, don’t bother messaging me again

had i done something wrong? i thought our relationship was fine, decent even. even with the lack of communication between us, i thought we were still in a good place. i had assumed she still saw me as a friend; however it seems that only I felt that way.

a tear trickles down my cheek, then another and another. it’s almost like my eyes had become a broken dam, the way I’m unable to stop crying over this. over her, someone i had considered a close friend. and yet, she didn’t care anymore.

should have told you sooner, but i don’t really care.. you’re kinda tiring...

when did this all start? how did we even get here? was i in the wrong? perhaps i should have hung out with her rather than stayed home. maybe i should have cared less about school, loosen-up for her. would that have changed anything?

“hey. are you crying?” i look up from the bench i sit on to see tsukishima, his head slightly tilted and his eyebrow raised. quickly i turn away as if i’m guilty by being caught crying. i hastily rubbed at my eyes, though my tears seem to have a mind of their own as they continue to fall.

“ah no. I’m fin—“

“i can see that you’re not.”

a sigh escapes my lips and i look back at him, attempting a smile but it’s too strain to feel normal on my lips. he frowns at it before sighing at me.

“you don’t really have to tell me what happened,” he says, placing his school bag down beside me as he sits down as well, “just don’t lie.”

and he doesn’t ask, rather he sits besides me and attempts to make small talk. no matter how awkward it feels in the situation, it’s comforting. with dried up tears and a slightly better demeanor, i look down at my shoes and take a breath.

“it’s my friend. though i suppose we aren’t exactly friends anymore.” i sneak a small glance towards tsukishima, knowing that i have his attention and he doesn’t plan to make any remarks till i’m done.

“she got upset that i wasn’t spending more time with her, saying that i wasn’t trying hard enough to be her friend. but it was always her not trying, i did nothing but reach out to her and she’d give me little to nothing no matter what.”

i lean back, my head touching the wall behind me and i laugh at the thought. at the irony of being accused of doing nothing when i did everything.

“ah i’m rambling aren’t i? i must thank you for sitting here, although i’m sure you’d rather be somewhere else rather than dealing with my emotions.” a small, sad smile comes across my face as he huffs in response.

“you make it sound like i’m heartless or something. i can be nice you know?” he lightly shoves his elbow in my side and i return the favor with a small laugh.

“it’s not your fault, you need to know that,” he says looking at me directly, “you did your best, and yeah it does suck that you lost a friend. but you have other people who care for you.”

i’m shocked by the gentleness his voice holds. this 6 feet tall middle blocker who has done nothing but tease me about my height or my grades, was now attempting to comfort me.

“you talk down about yourself, but i don’t think you’re giving yourself enough credit,” he says, tilting his head back a bit looking up as if trying to find the right words, “you’re honestly a great person who got screwed over. i don’t even know how you were able to keep this all bottled up for so long. but it’s good to let it out before it becomes too suffocating.”

i smiled at him, poking at him in a teasing manner, “aw aren’t you being sweet. so you do care about me.”

“nevermind, forget i said anything.”

he swats my hand away halfheartedly, a smile tugging on his face too as he looks at me.

“so what now? do i just keep moving forward now?”

“yeah, she isn’t worth mulling over or crying about. besides you have a whole team of volleyball guys who are here for you.”

i laugh at the thought of the sendai frogs team, a bunch of energy filled boys who always leave a smile on my face. “and what about you? do I have you on my side?”

he looks at me with a light smirk on his face. taking his hand, he ruffles my hair against my protest. finally resting it on my head, he laughs at my pouting face, “course you do tiny. you’re stuck with me at this point.”

“promise?”

“yeah, promise.”