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I can’t keep up with all the socials help, heres some geto doodles hehe ! I will try to keep up with all the platforms I use 😈

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lacy ⊙﹏⊙∥

SHOYO goes to Brazil.

Damn, it’s hard being in a foreign country.

He saw Kageyama in tv — regretful; his wallet gets stolen - a gift from his dear sister and the only thing he has to remind himself of his hometown; he can’t speak the country language very well; he has to work reaaaallly hard to get a generous but not enough amount of money and most importantly, there’s no known face around — he’s alone. Well, not alone because he has a Brazilian roommate, but that’s other story to be told. He gets really sad and has a rough internal monologue.

This fic is the incarnation of one of his thoughts about Kageyama during his stay in Brazil. Inspired by Olivia Rodrigo’s ‘Lacy’.

(cross-posted on ao3)

pairing: hinata shoyo x kageyama tobio (kagehina/shobio)

genre: angst, internal homophobia, brazil arc shoyo, swearing, typical foreign experience, internal monologue.

word count: 437

“Volleyball is the only thing that I love so much that lingered so long in my life since my early years. With you, of course.”

No, I could never send him that. That’s so gay.

That message quickly dissolved into nothing inside the text box, never seeing the moment of sending.

I saw him today on the TV of a random bar, when I was working, of course. I don’t drink like that.

He was fantastic as always, he scored some points..and he looked so happy. I just stood before the screen, staring so hard.

He’s still as handsome as I remember him from my third years on Karasuno. It’s was the best thing for some time, a breather of seeing someone I know is good sometimes - even though he’s very far away.

I mean, I still talk to him sometimes, but it’s not the same. I feel so alone and isolated here.

Don’t get me wrong, I love Brazil. It’s so beautiful and amazing but…there’s no familiar faces and I can’t talk the language very well, it’s stopping me from loving here even more.

When I saw my phone’s wallpaper, what I felt before grew so much bigger. I stared and suddenly I felt my face wet. I was crying and I didn’t even realize, I miss familiarity so much. Even my wallet that my dear sister gave me was stolen - the only thing that i could somehow remember of Japan, even though it was a wallet and I lost a lot of stuff. Well that also made me really mad.

But in that moment on the phone, I thought about everyone, but it wasn’t long until Kageyama lingered in my mind once again. I’m convinced that it is emotional torture from my mind, and i hate it so much.

I know it’s wrong to think this way about another man, but what can I do if he’s everything i want?

I still remember when I saw him for the first time in that gymnasium in junior high. He has changed so much but he still rottens my mind. He’s so intelligent at volleyball and every team from outside and inside Japan wants him. He’s a natural talent. Suddenly my eyes poured even more tears on my skin, it burned. My face was contorted very badly from pure hatred.

Fuck..i want to be everything he is so badly. Or maybe just him instead. I don’t know.

I sat in my room alone, my back felt a bit warm from the corner of the room. Will I really be able to spend two years here?

© dearanemo 2024 · all rights reserved do not steal, plagarise, repost, modify, feed into ai or translate my work. thanks !

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lacy ⊙﹏⊙∥

SHOYO goes to Brazil.

Damn, it’s hard being in a foreign country.

He saw Kageyama in tv — regretful; his wallet gets stolen - a gift from his dear sister and the only thing he has to remind himself of his hometown; he can’t speak the country language very well; he has to work reaaaallly hard to get a generous but not enough amount of money and most importantly, there’s no known face around — he’s alone. Well, not alone because he has a Brazilian roommate, but that’s other story to be told. He gets really sad and has a rough internal monologue.

This fic is the incarnation of one of his thoughts about Kageyama during his stay in Brazil. Inspired by Olivia Rodrigo’s ‘Lacy’.

(cross-posted on ao3)

pairing: hinata shoyo x kageyama tobio (kagehina/shobio)

genre: angst, internal homophobia, brazil arc shoyo, swearing, typical foreign experience, internal monologue.

word count: 437

“Volleyball is the only thing that I love so much that lingered so long in my life since my early years. With you, of course.”

No, I could never send him that. That’s so gay.

That message quickly dissolved into nothing inside the text box, never seeing the moment of sending.

I saw him today on the TV of a random bar, when I was working, of course. I don’t drink like that.

He was fantastic as always, he scored some points..and he looked so happy. I just stood before the screen, staring so hard.

He’s still as handsome as I remember him from my third years on Karasuno. It’s was the best thing for some time, a breather of seeing someone I know is good sometimes - even though he’s very far away.

I mean, I still talk to him sometimes, but it’s not the same. I feel so alone and isolated here.

Don’t get me wrong, I love Brazil. It’s so beautiful and amazing but…there’s no familiar faces and I can’t talk the language very well, it’s stopping me from loving here even more.

When I saw my phone’s wallpaper, what I felt before grew so much bigger. I stared and suddenly I felt my face wet. I was crying and I didn’t even realize, I miss familiarity so much. Even my wallet that my dear sister gave me was stolen - the only thing that i could somehow remember of Japan, even though it was a wallet and I lost a lot of stuff. Well that also made me really mad.

But in that moment on the phone, I thought about everyone, but it wasn’t long until Kageyama lingered in my mind once again. I’m convinced that it is emotional torture from my mind, and i hate it so much.

I know it’s wrong to think this way about another man, but what can I do if he’s everything i want?

I still remember when I saw him for the first time in that gymnasium in junior high. He has changed so much but he still rottens my mind. He’s so intelligent at volleyball and every team from outside and inside Japan wants him. He’s a natural talent. Suddenly my eyes poured even more tears on my skin, it burned. My face was contorted very badly from pure hatred.

Fuck..i want to be everything he is so badly. Or maybe just him instead. I don’t know.

I sat in my room alone, my back felt a bit warm from the corner of the room. Will I really be able to spend two years here?

© dearanemo 2024 · all rights reserved do not steal, plagarise, repost, modify, feed into ai or translate my work. thanks !

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lacy ⊙﹏⊙∥

SHOYO goes to Brazil.

Damn, it’s hard being in a foreign country.

He saw Kageyama in tv — regretful; his wallet gets stolen - a gift from his dear sister and the only thing he has to remind himself of his hometown; he can’t speak the country language very well; he has to work reaaaallly hard to get a generous but not enough amount of money and most importantly, there’s no known face around — he’s alone. Well, not alone because he has a Brazilian roommate, but that’s other story to be told. He gets really sad and has a rough internal monologue.

This fic is the incarnation of one of his thoughts about Kageyama during his stay in Brazil. Inspired by Olivia Rodrigo’s ‘Lacy’.

(cross-posted on ao3)

pairing: hinata shoyo x kageyama tobio (kagehina/shobio)

genre: angst, internal homophobia, brazil arc shoyo, swearing, typical foreign experience, internal monologue.

word count: 437

“Volleyball is the only thing that I love so much that lingered so long in my life since my early years. With you, of course.”

No, I could never send him that. That’s so gay.

That message quickly dissolved into nothing inside the text box, never seeing the moment of sending.

I saw him today on the TV of a random bar, when I was working, of course. I don’t drink like that.

He was fantastic as always, he scored some points..and he looked so happy. I just stood before the screen, staring so hard.

He’s still as handsome as I remember him from my third years on Karasuno. It’s was the best thing for some time, a breather of seeing someone I know is good sometimes - even though he’s very far away.

I mean, I still talk to him sometimes, but it’s not the same. I feel so alone and isolated here.

Don’t get me wrong, I love Brazil. It’s so beautiful and amazing but…there’s no familiar faces and I can’t talk the language very well, it’s stopping me from loving here even more.

When I saw my phone’s wallpaper, what I felt before grew so much bigger. I stared and suddenly I felt my face wet. I was crying and I didn’t even realize, I miss familiarity so much. Even my wallet that my dear sister gave me was stolen - the only thing that i could somehow remember of Japan, even though it was a wallet and I lost a lot of stuff. Well that also made me really mad.

But in that moment on the phone, I thought about everyone, but it wasn’t long until Kageyama lingered in my mind once again. I’m convinced that it is emotional torture from my mind, and i hate it so much.

I know it’s wrong to think this way about another man, but what can I do if he’s everything i want?

I still remember when I saw him for the first time in that gymnasium in junior high. He has changed so much but he still rottens my mind. He’s so intelligent at volleyball and every team from outside and inside Japan wants him. He’s a natural talent. Suddenly my eyes poured even more tears on my skin, it burned. My face was contorted very badly from pure hatred.

Fuck..i want to be everything he is so badly. Or maybe just him instead. I don’t know.

I sat in my room alone, my back felt a bit warm from the corner of the room. Will I really be able to spend two years here?

© dearanemo 2024 · all rights reserved do not steal, plagarise, repost, modify, feed into ai or translate my work. thanks !

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dating shoko!

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ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: 2x06 - “The Message Hidden Within the Pattern”

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“satoru”

“say, pretty”, he gives a soft, little squeeze around your foot as you sit on the other side of the couch with your legs stretched on the length of it, your feet rested atop his lap for him to gently massage and admire you while you are reading.

“would you ever stop loving me?”, you close the book in your hands and set it aside.

what a silly question, he thinks and lets out a short laugh in disbelief that you are actually asking him this, after all these years. by the look in your eyes he can tell that you already know the answer to it, but perhaps you’re trying to act out a scene from the book that you just read. he needs to thread carefully, god knows what kind of crazy romantic line the character pulled out there. he needs to do better.

“let me thi—“

before he could even finish, his face is met with the fuzzy pillow you throw at him. “you’re not supposed to say that out loud, you idiot”, you pout, turning your face to the side, visibly irritated that he’s not taking your question seriously.

he chuckles and throws the pillow back at you so you can put it behind your back again.

“i don’t know how to do that”, he says.

“what? not saying everything that comes to your mind out loud?”

“no — that too, actually”, he snorts, “but i don’t know how to ever stop loving you”, his voice falls down a tone lower than its usual and the playfulness in his eyes shifts into a soft gaze. undeniably, the words come from his heart.

a smile is trying to force its way on your lips, but you cough it off, pretending to clear your throat before you continue.

“even if i did something terrible one day?”

he nods. “even then, i’d still love you like crazy”

“even if i killed a man? you’d still love me? even then?”

“i’d even take the blame for you”

“but if you did that, they’d separate us because you’d go to prison”

“then we’d run away together”

“but they’d be out for us constantly, until they find us”

“i’d kill them all”

“but that’d make you a terrible person too”

“would you stop loving me?”

“no”

“then it doesn’t matter”

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after hours. 🐟✨ they never split, suguru got fixed and they ended up teleporting to the okinawa aquarium on their anniversary, dancing in silence 🥺 I'm so excited to finally be able to share this piece with you!! it was my first contribution to the amazing kintsugi zine on IG and I'm so proud of how it turned out!! all orders have been shipped already, but if you didn't manage to get a copy, there are still left over sales atm! 😌

opened my SHOP again and added the print as well! ♥

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Me: I don’t have any obsessions

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the summer hikaru died x satosugu crossover

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tears in my satosugu eyes

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hello, congratulations on 100! 🫶 could i request bokuto kotaro with the prompt of first dates? sending love! :)

❝ BEGIN AGAIN ❞ — bokuto kotarou

cw. gn!reader, fluff, timeskip!bokuto, first date, akaashi sets you up on a date with his best friend, acquaintances to lovers, implied that bokuto is taller than reader word count. 1.3k

rediscovering love in the form of keiji's best friend, a 6'2.9 (he says 6'3 anyway) ball of sunshine that looks at you like you hung the stars

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the boisterous and excitable bokuto that you know is surprisingly mild outside of the court, away from his usual company, with you. he’s very sweet, listening to every word you say with bright eyes and an attentiveness you wouldn’t expect from him.

it's one of the warmest days this week, the sun blazing down on the tree you're sat under, a pseudo little shade to shield you from the glare and bright rays— between the leaves and foliage, a yellow-orange glow seeps into the gaps and paints a beautiful splash of colour across the plains of your smooth skin.

ice cream cones in hand and sitting side by side on the wooden park bench close enough for your thighs to touch, it's a welcome feeling, the warmth of the weather and his presence filling you with a sense of comfort and reassurance despite your nerves.

it’s been a while since you’ve last been on a date, time hasn’t really been on your side lately, and the idea of putting yourself out there again fills yourself with dread. you swore off love and relationships for a while after your last one and honestly? you're scared. but your trust in keiji is unwavering, and knowing how highly he thinks of the ones he holds close to him, you decided to take his word for it, even if you can't deny that you were a little skeptical at first.

keiji decided he has had enough of you lamenting about your lack of action in the love department despite not making any moves yourself and set you up on a date, making some compelling points about how "you already know bo, plus i think you two would be a good fit." "he's literally my best friend, i wouldn't set you up with a weirdo, who do you think i am?" "shut up, i've seen the way you look at him."

you don't deny that bokuto's easy on the eyes— striking hair, innocent features and the most gorgeous smile, paired with his athletic physique and outgoing personality, on the surface, what's not to like?

but really, it's been in all the little details since the day started.

him making an effort to show up early despite being prone to getting lost going to places he's never been to before, he's just bad at directions especially when he's nervous, standing by the side of the cafe twiddling his thumbs and humming under his breath. the way his eyes lit up when he first saw you, bringing a hand up to wave in greeting and instantly putting a smile on your face.

the sudden change in temperature upon stepping inside caused goosebumps to raise on your skin, and he noticed, instantly going to shrug off his light jacket and gingerly draping it over your shoulders, deciding to pick a seat by the window, "so at least a little sun can come through and hopefully keep you warm if my jacket isn't enough." he said this as he pulled your chair out for you and helped you settle in your seat like a true gentleman, and your cheeks warmed bashfully at how thoughtful he's already been in the first few minutes, than how some others have been in months.

you fell into a comfortable conversation, catching up on life since graduating and what you've been doing after that. the two of you didn't particularly keep in contact after all, having just been mere acquaintances and had more of a friend of a friend type relationship. he's hard to miss though, you've seen him on sports channels, having gone the professional route and playing volleyball in the v-league instead of pursuing a college degree or a more conventional white collar job. to be fair, you've never penned him for the type, he was beyond ordinary, and always excelled at the sport even back then, catching the eyes of numerous scouters and teams in the country.

"so," taking a sip of his drink, he locked eyes with you and jokingly asked, "when are you coming to one our games?"

with a mischievous glint and an exaggerated false nonchalance, you playfully suggested with a shrug of your shoulders, "hmm i don't know, i'm not really super into the sport or anything, but maybe i'm just waiting for the black jackal’s #12 to formally invite me to come watch. he doesn't seem too into me though, so i don't know if it'll happen, we'll see."

what came after was the cutest outburst that didn’t fail to bring a matching grin on your face, his head thrown back laughing as he processed your words, "well he's clearly missing out because have you seen yourself? if he won't do it i will."

you hated to admit it but this date was going swimmingly and you didn’t want it to end just yet, which brings you back to the present, a mental recount of the hours that just passed broken by bokuto’s hand reaching towards your face.

your breath hitches as his thumb brushes over the corner of your lip with a featherlight touch, your mind going blank at the sudden contact and warmth creeping up your neck, the tips of your ears mirroring the fresh swell of a ripe apple at your shyness.

“sorry, got a little bit of ice cream on your lip there.” he murmurs as he sheepishly retracts his hand, wiping it off on a napkin and turning to face you again while avoiding eye contact. he's so cute, and you can't decide if the dessert in your hands or the man before you is sweeter.

bokuto doesn't know if he's overstepped by doing that, but all of his worries melt away like wax when he sees you trying to hide a small smile, and completely contrary to what he felt seconds ago, gains a burst of confidence to grab your hand as you both stand up from the bench.

upon finding out that you took the train to meet him, he insists on driving you home, seeing that it was getting late. interlocking your still linked hands and lightly swinging them in the wind, you let him lead you to his car down the block, settling on plush leather seats as he opens the door for you.

the ride home is filled with chatter and silly stories, from reminiscing high school and discussing music tastes, right down to playing 21 questions like little kids and learning the basics like your favourite flowers or colour, and bokuto take down a mental note of this, making sure to surprise you with some next time. next time.

as you peer out at the passing streets and night sky, you notice that he's taking the longer way home, letting out a quiet huff in amusement. you're both on more of a similar wavelength than you initially thought, and it seems like he shares the same idea, not wanting the night to end just yet, even though you've already been together for hours.

sooner than you wanted, your house comes into view and bokuto's pulling up to the sidewalk, getting out of the car and once again opening the door for you, ever the chivalrous man.

standing before him, you look up at his youthful face, illuminated by the golden hue of your dimmed porch lights, and you're convinced he was hand-sculpted and molded by angels themselves, soft eyes overflowing with affection as he gazes down at you, “i’d love to do this again sometime, bo—“

before you can finish your sentence, he interrupts, “koutarou— you can call me koutarou.”

with a giggle, you reach up on your tiptoes, pressing a light kiss on his cheek and heading towards your door, calling out just before closing it shut behind you, “i’ll see you soon okay, koutarou?”

notes. hi anon !! pretty excited to get into this because i've never written for bo before !! this was loosely inspired by “begin again” - taylor swift if you couldn't tell by the title ♡ thank you so much for your request, i hope you enjoy this !! reblogs & interactions are always appreciated !

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First art in this year

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Happy (late) New Year to everyone! As a sacrifice to the tumblr gods for my first post I offer you my favorite genshin character, venti! and some lantern rite 2023 nostalgia that lives rent free in my brain