#SO MUCH T______T

[moonspirit]

A year and two days ago, I came back to the writing arena with Tomorrow Will Come, a post-canon oneshot that wasn't supposed to spawn four sequels after it, and the crazy talented and wonderful @annawayne gifted me this T_T

(anna pls, I'm overwhelmed every time, you can't keep doing this T_T)

I don't want to sound like I'm tooting my own horn, because fic writers come and go, and there are many who've been in the AA fandom for years - but all the same, I just want to say, I'm happy I started writing again and returned to Tumblr. I've met so many wonderful people on here (you know exactly who all you are), and it doesn't feel like a year, more like a lifetime, and there is nowhere else I'd rather be. So... I'm glad this fic was the one that half brought me here.

As for this... This BEAUTIFUL art T_T Anna. Your talent knows no bounds. This is beyond fucking magnificent, I'm so grateful, thank you so much T/////T

That said, holy fucking shit do I need to re-write the whole damn fic because 🥲 I'm wincing a bit at my prose from back then...

[lazybakerart]

I love that you've gone down a House rabbit hole--it's arguably my favorite tv drama--and I enjoy reading all your reactions and Hilson feelings. It's just been nice to see someone equally excited about the series on my dash. Just wanted to pop in and say hi in the only acceptable manner (or is it spoilers? Oops...):

i am SWIMMING in the house and wilson feelings. they're both so unapologetically unhinged about each other. it's been so fun to rewatch the show, it's both nostalgic and new all at once + knowing how it ends gives it that extra tang of Tragic Romance.

i'm glad my flailing hasn't been too annoying!! skdjhfdsfgksd!! (and spoilers are A-Okay!!)

[urzfanclub]

[astrxealis]

HELO APOLLO havent been in here for a while yet </3 but as others have said and stated!!!! ur nor chained to the fandom so dont feel like u have to be in the fandom so ur mutuals wont leave u!!! ik what u feel when ur writing for a fandom and suddenly that spark of interest for it suddenly just dims completely and you're left wondering what to do jwjsksj TT

i always remember feeling lost everytime i lose interest in something but always remember that your mutuals are something u won't lose just because of that!! im not sure if i read the post correctly and its 3am meaning i shld be sleeping but instesd im hanging out in my drafts collecting dust BUT I HOPE U KNOW UR DIFFERENCE IN INTERESTS SHLDNT BE WHAT MAKES U STOP BEING FRIENDS WITH PEOPLE

anyway HUGS FOR U AND SLEEO SOON BECAISE OMG ITS SO LATE I'll hsad to bed now too because ngl im feeling v dizzy BUT I STILL WANTED TO SEND U TJIS NOW AND NOT TOMORROW WHEN I WAKe UP SO HUGSSS OF COMFORT ARE BEING SENT UR WAY GOODNIGHT ILYYY MWA MWA /P

AINNN HELLO!! honestly it doesn't rlly seem like it dw WHEEZE i haven't been too active on tumblr again yes ?? >_< ^^ aaa thank you so much :(( yeah!! sometimes that Spark just kinda. yeah. TwT & w who i am like as a person it's rlly <//3 w that

DWDW you did read the post correctly!! and YES by the time i'm answering this almost an hour after i hope you are well rested in bed >:( but :O yeah fr ,, i'll try to rmbr that! T___T

TY FOR HUGS... returning them Very Much bcs srs i'm really thankful :( HVE A GOOD REST!! and i hope you feel better in the morning yes HGBSJG AND PLS IT'S NP BUT i'm rlly grateful to u (all) aaaaa mwah ilyt T^T <33

[habken]

Habs ;-; pls ;-; I need help in finding a fic!

If it’s okay for you to share and ask on twitter I’d really appreciate it!!

I don’t remember much, it was a twitter thread, but it was streamer!katsuki and cop!izuku

Katsuki and izuku used to play a game called World something idk the second word, but the game is based on final fantasy—and then izuku logged out of the game and was offline for 8 years or so, and then cop shinsou took izuku to a game cafe and izuku logged into his account while bakugou was streaming.

I don’t remember much else but it was a cute fic and I can’t find it T______T

Pretty sure you’re talking about drop dead, gorgeous by thewunderkind !

[revasserium]

CONGRATS RAIN!!!!!!!!!

also heavy breathing bc before i even opened the "keep reading" i was like. i hope pride and prejudice is on the list T______T and there she is ..... #1

i will kindly ask for osamu x pride and prejudice pls & thank u 🤲

pride and prejudice

osamu miya; 2,952 words; fluff, childhood friends to lovers, volleyball player!reader, fem!reader, general cuteness

summary: osamu has known you for longer than he can remember.

a/n: @starrysamu remmyyy thank u!!! and thank u for sending this prompt omfg i actually loved writing it so much u__u i hope u enjoy and yES ofc i couldn't leave miss p&p off this list!!! though the fic has nothing to do with the actual book LOL i hope you like it regardless <3

one.

you have known each other for longer than he can remember.

longer (osamu is convinced) than the summer days. longer (he is still convinced) than the winter nights. longer than the length of a volleyball court, than the glistening white lines that separate the game from everything else beyond it.

you’ve always been small, but you’d never let that stop you. and perhaps it’s this more than anything that grates at osamu’s consciousness — the sheer stubbornness of you. and he knows a thing or two about being stubborn — have you met his twin brother?

but no — you’d insisted, at the tiny, peculiar age of four, that you’d found volleyball first. as if it were something to discovered, like electricity or the new world. even though osamu knows better, knows that volleyball has always been there, just like he knows that atsumu will always try to steal the last popsicle in the freezer and that the sky will always turn blue again after even an entire week’s worth of rain.

“shorty’s can’t play volleyball, y’know,” he drawls, watching you with his head cocked, casually kicking his feet as they dangle from the edge of a low-rise bridge, the summer having reduced the usually hearty waterway to a trickling stream. you stand on the banks, panting, bruises like badges of honor blooming across your knees as you bounce a large ball along your forearms, over and over and over again.

osamu follows the trajectory with half-lidded eyes, his heartbeat ticking inside him like a time-bomb.

“says who?!” you demand, squeaking as the ball bonks off your head, making your eyes water.

osamu hums, caught between morbid amusement and a true, burgeoning curiosity as you dash off after the worn old volleyball.

“says… everyone, duh. tall people play volleyball… shortys…” he trails off, casting his eyes up at the first flickering stars as they wink into existence along the far horizon, “i dunno… shorty’s probably make ramen or riceballs or something like that.”

“samuuuu! it’s dinner time!” the clank of their old bike alerts osamu to his twin’s appearance, even as atsumu screeches to a halt the foot of the bridge, looking between osamu and you, now cradling the ball in your arms, your eyes bright and sharp as — yes, osamu thinks, bright as the evening stars.

“c’mon,” osamu says, hoisting himself up and jerking his head towards his brother.

“don’t wanna,” you say, stomping a foot as you turn resolutely away from him even as he rolls his tiny, four-year old eyes.

“don’t be stupid. kaa-chan made taimeshi —”

“oh! my favorite!”

osamu smirks as you bound up to meet them, his previous slights apparently long forgotten as you race off down the road, shouting over your shoulder that the last person there has to do the dishes. atsumu shrieks and nearly topples the bike chasing after you, leaving osamu to sigh and jog slowly after the two of you.

he wonders how long it’ll take before you outgrow this weird new obsession with volleyball. but then again, watching you play, it did seem like fun.

maybe, he’ll even give it a try one day.

two.

you’ve got a solid 10 centimeters on him by the time he and atsumu make it to the starting lineup in their middle school team. by then, you’d already been the star for an entire season, what with your boundless energy and your painful determination.

he’s seen you at school games, but of course he has — streaking along the sides of the court, jumping high enough to convince half the stadium that gravity does indeed play favorites.

“anddd… inarizaki middle takes another stunning victory over the girls at shukugawa tech! that number 11 is really someone to watch!”

he meets you after the match with a cold pocari sweat and a bag of caramel candies.

“you’re dropping your elbows on your spikes again,” he says, even as atsumu smacks both his palms into yours in celebration.

you pause, wiping at your face with the towel dangling around your neck.

“shaddap! we won, didn’t we?”

osamu sighs, “guess you did.”

“so, when’s your first game?”

osamu sniffs as he tries to keep the blush from crawling too far up his neck as he looks away.

“tomorrow afternoon.”

atsumu jabs a thumb into his chest with a cheeky grin, “you gonna be there to watch us cream the other team?”

“course i will!” you say as you flash them a smile that has osamu wondering if, just like gravity, perhaps the sun plays favorites too.

three.

the twins grow nearly a head and a half over one summer before high school and you’re inconsolable for weeks.

“it’s not fair!”

osamu sighs, fighting the urge to roll his eyes for the twelfth time that night as you smack another ball across the net and toss another for him to set.

ba-bam! thump thump thump.

“guys and girls grow different… it’s not like it’s a secret or anything —”

ba-bam! thump thump thump.

osamu catches the next ball you toss for him, straightening to shake his sweaty bangs from his eyes.

“you’re dropping your elbows again. and you’re pulling back too hard on your swing — you’re gonna throw out your shoulder if —”

“what’s it matter anyway?!”

your voice is loud enough to echo, even in the giant gymnasium, even with all the doors thrown open to let in the autumn breeze. osamu doesn’t miss your fingers curled into fists at your sides, he doesn’t miss the tremor in your voice like the first rumble of thunder before a summer storm.

“it matters cause if you injure yourself, you’re not gonna be able to play —”

“i — i haven’t grown since i was twelve years old! w-what’s it matter if i get hurt o-or if i can’t keep playing? it’s only a matter of time before i’m too short —”

“fine then. quit.”

your head jerks up, your eyes wide and watery as you stare at him. the ball falls out of your grip and bounces, listless, once, twice, three-four-five times against the waxed wooden floor before rolling to a stop against one of the padded net poles.

osamu shrugs, feeling suddenly too cold and too hot all at once as something he thinks might be anger roils in the depths of his stomach, and then all he wants to do is scream and run laps around the building till this inexplicable fire inside him goes out.

instead, he turns away from your piercing, accusatory gaze and starts picking up volleyballs, casually tossing them up and setting them back into the big blue ball bin.

“osamu… you giant fucking asshole!”

bomph-thwack — something smacks against the back of his head so hard his vision goes blurry. but before he has the strength to whip around and look for you, you’d already gone, racing out of the gym, leaving osamu utterly bewildered as he raises a hand to touch the bump already rising at the back of his head.

“ow… what the fuck was that?!”

later that night, when he recounts the tale to atsumu, who’d spent a solid fifteen minutes laughing at the fact that he’d gotten nailed in the head by a girl, atsumu had pinned him with a flatlined look and said —

“well, ya kinda did deserve it.”

to which osamu had responded by promptly shoving atsumu’s face into a pillow and holding it there.

four.

you don’t quit volleyball, because of course you don’t. and osamu knows you well enough by now to know that you run on a combination of energy drinks and spite. but you don’t talk to him for weeks, and that sucks more than he quite has the words to explain.

so he doesn’t. and he doesn’t.

atsumu is the first one to notice, but then when kita-san finds him in the lockers one day to ask him what’s wrong, osamu thinks that it must be more serious than he’d thought.

he finds you practicing by the river, his footsteps slowing as he pauses to watch the shape of you silhouetted against the setting sun, the ball bouncing up in perfect rhythm as you bend at the knees and bop it back up, again and again and again.

he allows himself a smile as he makes his way over and plops down in the grass.

“your shoulders are getting tense again.”

you don’t answer, don’t even show any sign that you’d heard him, expect for the near imperceptible drop in your shoulders as you force them down the second before the ball makes contact with your outstretched arms.

bomph-bomph-bomph

the ball goes up and up and up again.

you don’t turn to look at him so osamu takes a deep breath and casts his eyes up at the darkening sky.

“it was a shit thing to say. i’m s —”

“we’re playing shiratorizawa this weekend.”

you both speak at the same time.

bomph-bomph-bomph

osamu jerks upright to stare at you.

“shiratorizawa? aren’t they in miyagi? what are they doing here?”

you bump the ball way up and fall a few steps back. he watches as you mark the ball with your eyes, the way your whole body goes fluid as you do your run-up, bending down, your entire being held perfectly still for a single second before you leap up into the air.

like this, he thinks, it really does look like you’re flying.

thwack.

the ball comes straight at him, but this time, he’s ready for it. he jerks the side to avoid it and catches it as it threatens to bounce off towards the open road behind him.

“dunno… some kinda training camp or something,” you say, shrugging as you climb up the short incline to join him on the grass. you drop down next to him as he cradles the ball in his lap, eyes trained on his fingers as they dig into the worn grooves around the old ball.

“hm. their boys team is a pain in the ass to play against.”

you laugh, “their girls are just as bad.”

“hm.”

you turn towards him, “not gonna wish me good luck?”

osamu tosses the ball up to balance it on the tip of a single finger.

“why would i? ‘s not like you’re gonna need it anyway.”

you bump him with your shoulder before snatching the ball from his hand and jumping up to race off towards the road.

“mom’s makin’ gyoza tonight! last one there’s gotta do the dishes!”

osamu groans as he pushes himself up, but jogs after you all the same, wondering just how long of a head start he should give you before he races after you.

he shoves your head forward as he catches up to you, chuckling as you yelp.

“how bout if you win this weekend, i’ll come over and do the dishes for you for a whole week!”

you laugh, chasing after him, “and if we lose?”

osamu turns around, grinning as you narrow your eyes at his easy gait, even as he’s running backwards, still noticeably faster than you, “mah… i haven’t thought that far yet. i mean, ‘s not like you’re gonna lose, right?”

five.

when they lose to karasuno, you’re crying way harder than anyone on their team.

atsumu huffs, scowling to keep his own tears at bay as you bawl into his chest, your other arm wrapped around osamu’s waist. osamu sighs, reaching up to pat you placidly on the back, even as something in his own chest coils tight, and then tighter.

“d-damnit — you guys p-played so well, too! th-that little number t-ten was — was such a freak!”

at this, osamu chuckles, pulling back to take you by the shoulders, “says our own tiny volleyball freak.”

you sniffle and wipe at your eyes, glaring defiantly up at him. and as he watches you hiccup, reaching up to wipe at your red, puffy cheeks, something inside him seems to snap all at once.

he tugs you forward and before he knows it, all he can feel are your rapid, uneven breaths — all he can taste is salt and the faint hint of your mint chapstick.

he hears atsumu make a half-disgusted, half-resigned sort of sound next to him but he doesn’t care. he kisses you till your breaths are no longer choppy, till he can feel your fingers digging into the sore tightness in his biceps. till someone clears their throat and he pulls back, breathless, to find aran staring at him with his arms crossed.

“team meeting in five,” aran says as he pointedly turns back around to usher the rest of the stunned team towards where their stuff is. several people from other schools are staring and whispering behind their hands but at a sharp glare from atsumu, they all scatter.

“feeling better?” osamu asks, unable to keep the lilting edge of a tease out of his voice as he pulls you with him into a deserted corner of the stadium. you blink up at him, your eyes a bit unfocused and still red from crying as you reach up to press your fingers to your lips. and then, you jolt back to life all at once and whack him on the arm.

“ow! w-what was that for?!”

“did you do that just to stop me crying?”

“wha — no! i — i did it cause — i — i don’t really know why — ow! stop hitting me!”

osamu grabs your arms and pins them to your side, pressing you up against the large pillar behind you, currently keeping the two of you hidden from view. he stares down at you, at the way your eyes are bright and sharp even in this relative, borrowed darkness, at the way your chest heaves up and down, up and down, stretching at the fabric of your very well-fitted sports top. he stares at the way your lips are still parted, and he hates the fact that he now knows exactly how they taste, knows just how soft they are, after having wondered for years and years and years.

he wonders how long he’s wanted to kiss you.

longer, he thinks, probably, than the summer days.

longer, he knows, than the winter nights.

“s-samu?”

“hm? oh. sorry…” he shakes his head and lets you go slowly, but he should’ve known you’d never let him off that easy. it’s just not who you are.

you narrow your eyes and he feels caught by your gaze.

“if you didn’t do it to stop me crying… then why’d you do it?”

osamu allows himself a deep sigh, taking half a step back, “ah… can’t a guy just kiss the girl he likes without being interrogated about it?”

you blink, and then, you reach out to whack him again.

“dumbass-samu… you’re gonna be late to your team meeting.”

osamu feels a strange mixture of pride and elation ballooning in his chest as he notices the way you’re blushing, the way you refuse to meet his eyes. he reaches down to ruffle your hair even as you yelp and try to swat him away.

“right, right — wait for me, yeah?”

you roll your eyes but you’re smiling as you say, “of course, idiot… where else would i be?”

six.

“so tell me… why’d you really kiss me that time after the karasuno match?”

it’s winter, two years later, and osamu’s arm is slung casually around your shoulders as the rest of the team chatters and drinks and makes a mess in the corner of the bought-out restaurant for their first annual high school reunion.

osamu hums, nursing a half-finished glass of sake.

“mah… i guess i just wanted to make myself feel better after getting my ass whopped, y’know?”

you laugh and try to dig your elbow into his side but he clamps his arm around you and holds you close. outside, the snow is finally starting to slow.

“have you figured it out yet, then? what you’re gonna study in college?”

at this, osamu turns to cast you a sidelong look.

“you’re not mad that i’m quitting volleyball?”

you shrug, “why would i be mad? it’s not like you’re making me quit with you.”

this time, he shrugs, “well, tsumu was mad for like… a week.”

you roll your eyes, “yeah, and i’m so similar to your brother.”

osamu makes a noncommittal noise that once again prompts you to try and elbow him in the side.

“then you tell me… what do you think a former volleyball star should do after quitting, hm?”

you swirl your own drink around your glass, your cheeks dusted in pink as you consider for a moment. then, you smirk as you look back up at him with a wistful gaze.

“make ramen or riceballs or… something like that, right?”

osamu smiles, leaning down to gaze his lips along your cheek before reaching out to tip your head back to press you lips to his.

“y’know, that actually doesn’t sound like such a terrible idea.”

2k celebration reqs still open! :)

[elsyrel]

I played the demo of Touchstarved and... I knew it. I knew I would get obsessed. I love it T______T I love the artists and the writers, I missed so much finding new content of such quality. The story and the characters just feel special. I’ve just played the demo and I know already I’m gonna love it (both with Last Legacy and the Arcana, I didn’t properly fall for the characters until I started each of their routes, but just starting the prologue they caught my attention... I have the same feeling with Touchstarved. I just KNOW I’m gonna get obsessed, lol) But honestly, I don’t know which character is my fav, lol. I fucking love all of them, I seriously don’t even know which route will I play first. Each as their own  charm... I might toss a coin??? Lmao. And the art is so beautiful ;-;!!! Of course, I’m especially weak to the blushy sprites, lololololololololol Just one little thing... I’ve played for hours just to see all the dialogue options... and somehow, I STILL MANAGED TO NOT GET VERE’S AND KURAS’S RED OPTIONS OMFG. How. How do you get themmmm??? Which is the magic combination??? I need to see everything, pleasssssseeeee orz

[arsenalgbt]

imo this is fully canon in your deckai world (heavy on the first one though especially after the masterpiece that is your recent deckai fic) ‼️‼️

actual tears......................

I swear my latest deckai fic is the shittiest. it's kinda chopped off, the phrases are awkward. it's just not my best work, that's why I plan to make it a long, chaptered one. thank you so much to you and everyone else who commented. tbh I was shookth LMAO

BUT THE SECOND PIC THOOO. we all know from England nt "what's in my bag" video that Declan uses aldi supermarket brand sunscreen T______T while kai deadass uses proper skincare his gf recommended to him L I K EEEEEEEE like??????? Declan perched on the bathroom counter, accommodating kai's slim figure in between his spread knees, letting kai put different kind of serum and moisturiser etc etc on his face UMMMMMMMMMM????????? love is found everywhere!!

[isthatbloodonhisshirt]

You should just know that you’re amazing and wonderful and the fandoms and the universe is so goddamn lucky to have a spirit as beautiful and creative as yours contained within it’s sometimes shaky hands.

I count myself lucky to have happened upon your brilliance and I’m sure I’m not alone in this.

;~; ANON WHY ARE YOU ON ANON YOU GET BACK HERE THIS INSTANT!

Seriously though, this is literally super sweet and so nice and definitely absolutely something I needed, you have no idea T______T Thank you so much Anon. You are the bright spot in this universe that we all need, please never change and know you are amazing and appreciated <3<3<3<3<3<3<3

[annawayne]

ANNNNNAAAAAAAA!!!!! ANNAAAAAAAAWAYNE YOU FREAKING TALENTED ARTIST GIRL!!!!!!! HELLO HELLOOOOOOO AND OMG I LOVE YOU!!!

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!! 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

A WHOLE YEAR OF KNOWING YOU *AND* YOUR BIRTHDAY TODAY!!!!! WHAT A DAY!!!

I'm so glad and happy I know you and have the luck of being so close to you T______T Thank you Anna for being in this world, and for everything, EVERYTHING you do! You're truly amazing, a fantastic and wonderful inspiration and SO MUCH MORE!!!! HERE'S TO MANY MORE BIRTHDAYS AND YEARS OF EXPERIENCING LIFE WITH YOU!!!!

🖤🖤🖤Moon, Moon, Moon, hello! •́⁠ ⁠ ⁠‿⁠ ⁠,⁠•̀

Oh, I'm honestly so emotional right now from all the words I've received, from all the words YOU told me, and I'm so ENORMOUSLY grateful for everything, and thank you for being in my life (I'm definitely more lucky to have such an incredible person close to me)! I appreciate you and love you a lot and thank you for these wonderful words and wishes, I'm really grateful you think so highly of me T____T

To many more years, Moon! I wish you all the best (⁠っ⁠˘⁠з⁠(⁠˘⁠⌣⁠˘⁠ ⁠)

[psychicpanic]

you're very earnest and don't seem afraid to express your fullest self and i admire that (+ i strive to do the same). overall a nice and rewarding presence to have in my life as faint of a presence as it might be :)

THIS IS SO CUTE!! T______T this makes me so happy thank you so much

[lazybakerart]

the amazing and extremely kind @sightetsound turned my fic Cherry into a physical hardback!!

the pages are so silky smooth. the red edges pair so dang perfectly with the red cover!!!

it’s beautiful. it’s stunning. i adore it. I can’t stop looking at it. i am cherishing this for the rest of my life.

thank you so so much!!!

[rose-colored-sd]

250 days since the movie released in Japan... Inoue drew Hanamichi again for the first time since T______T hes so cute i missed him so much WEEEEEP

[sevicia]

I keep getting suuuper nostalgic for all the gacha games I played until they stopped getting updates T______T My 1st ever gacha was Ayakashi: Ghost Guild and then years later I played Otogi: Spirit Agents like the amount of time I dedicated to that game is CRAZY ................ another one is Dungeon Trackers, that game has SUUUUCH a cute art style and was so much fun Grrr..... I also loved Astral Stairways a ton but I'm not sure whether it's still getting updates or not ;____;

[kskbli]

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18.02.2024 (1)

so much has happened since the beginning of last year . . . if im being honest i never got closure with everyything that happened

in my head im still in february of 2023, it’s crazy to think that i moved out and have my own apartment now

the past 12 months felt like 2 months but at the same time they did not T_T i’m so out of touch with everything . . .

this doesn’t even make sense ‘’:’)

my cat is sick and rent is eating up all of my money, we visited a vet last friday but we are going to visit another this coming week

im hoping that she gets better, i don’t even have enough money to pay for a simple check up TT gosh

i also haven’t started my coursework, which i have to do asap tonight

i am so so sad and empty but i can’t afford the psychological help i need

besides going to munich this week i didn’t do anything productive T______T no drawing, no reading, no nothing

what do i do

20:39

[kitttenteeth]

reminding u how much i love & appreciate u bc ur the sweetest girl alive, truly an angel. ur the prettiest girl ever n deserve the entire world + more !! kissin u <3

T______T i appreciate u more than anything i am Literally so grateful to b moots & interacting w u is always my fav, ur the actual embodiment of kindness + beauty !! pls nvr forget tht bc i’m bein deadass rn like the stars & moon literally shine for u <3333 sendin so much luv 2 u rn angel girl