#hearing aids and get her clothes and have her all together like :) idk!! I'm just pumped etc

[volfoss]

Doll stuff under cut etc 👍 got the wig on my silly doll or smth

The colors came together really well :) just waiting on her turtleneck to arrive in the mail but the cooler pinks in the eyes and hair really work well w the warmer tones of the faceup imo :)

[sparksnevadas]

HELLO SPARKS TIS I, HERE FOR THE SHOUTING BECAUSE I HAVE MUCH TO SHOUT ABOUT

oh my god Grian. I am BEGGING the three of them to work out their feelings GRIAN IS MAKING A NEST. COME ON. And then the BAKING TOGETHER the cooking and the baking. The fact that they only really get into cookking and baking together because Scar got bored and did something with a guaranteed failure [stacking a mug on top of a bag of powdered sugar come ON scar. And then the peppers and the entire process of both making the omelet and the bread and the banter and the fact that i can so clearly picture the veggie grumbot and jellie. It is so clear in my mind. Everything about that scene is so soft im,,,, emotional. Them. The fact that this is probably the first homemade meal theyve had recently that didn't suck ass tbh. GOD

THE BRACE SCENE IS MAKING ME INSANE BTW,,, I wont like. go into it in your ask box unless you want me to but I have this whole thing about how disability is inherently intimate and your relationships with your loved ones are inherently closer because you depend on them for help and DFLGKJHFSG THE BRAAAAAAAACE IT LEANS IN TO THE WORLDVIEW I HOLD SO NEAR AND DEAR TO MY CHEST!!!!! Mumbo wants to heeeeeeeelp. AND THEY'RE DANCING, AND SCAR IS ABLE TO SUPPORT HIS WEIGHT AND SLKDFGHASDFLKHSAKHLGH I am emotional about disabled scar. I am in my emotions. I'm. god i just want them to REALIZE THEIR EMOTIONS PLEASE AND THANK YOU OH MY GODDDDDDD. I AM RATTLING IN A CAGE LOOKING AT THIS LIKE. NO. IT DOESNT HAVE TO BE ROMANTIC. BUT GODDDDDD. GOOOOOOOOOOOOOD. Mumbo getting to use his engineering skills to make a mobility aid for this man that he loves all because he wants to help im QAQ I AM IN A GLASS CASE OF EMOTION

everyone is having complicated emotions about everyone else and im so hear for it but im also RATTLING ALL OF THEM TO JUST SIT DOWN AND TALK IT OUT I KNOW THATS NOT HOW HUMANS WORK AND THEYLL GET THERE BUT AAAAAAAAAAAAAH

oh my god and the brief little scene we get at the Tailors is so. I am so. I am feeling so normal about it. I know you're reading rift au rn so you've seen the tailor scene in that but i have Feelings about people buying custom clothes for their loved ones its so ENDEARING AUGH. bring back tailors.

Let 👏Bdubs👏Drive👏 hes a perfectly good driver they all made it there in one piece idk what anyone has to complain about 😤Its so in character for him to be a bad driver thats so funny tbh.

GOD AND THEN EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS SCENE. Like yeah Pearls there, her and grian get a reunion. JIMMYS THERE- THEY WANT TO HELP! The way Scott takes his job as a journalist so seriously is so endearing im YEEEES. The fact that he respects Mumbo's boundary that he doesnt want to talk to the press and then mumbo decides 'no actually i want to help my,,,,,friend'. THE RELENTLESS TEASING FROM PEARL. THE FACT THAT SHE ATTACKS SCAR WHEN HE COMES INTO THE ROOM. I LOVE PEARL SHES NEVER DONE ANYTHING WRONG IN HER LIFE. The health potion thing making a comeback. Can you tell my thoughts about this scene are very scrambled i am feeling MANY THINGS in regards to this im LFHKSDFHKL. LOOK AT THEM YOUR HONOR. JUST. WAVES HANDS I AM IN MY EMOTIONS. I am on the edge of my SEAT to see how the general public reacts to the message. I want them to take down the HA im on mumbo and scar's side here but GRIAN BEING EMOTIONAL ABOUT THINKING ABOUT KIDS LOOKING UP TO HIM IM. YEEEEEEEES. RATTLING HIM AROUND.

jimmy timmy jimmy timmy jimmy tim- i love them. I just always love their dynamic tbh. And Pearl and Grian preening each other - the fact that Mumbo doesnt actually know how importnat it is, the fact that pearl bullies it OUT of mumbo that he HAS preened Grian, the fact that pearl keeps teasing grian about his very evident crushes im. THIS CHAPTER IS SO GOOOOD

AUGH god. I love gihasm so much just look at all the character interaction it is So Good.

BELLE!!!!!! HI BELLE HI!!! i am so excited for this

ayy you captured my one sentence about him making a nest! hehehe i didn't want to emphasize it bc i think grian wouldn't want to think too hard on why he had to sleep between two pillows, but yep, he was basically building a little nest.

i made a post about this but honestly food needs to be a love language onto its own: its gift giving, its quality time, its acts of service, its love. slowly but surely grian is seeing a new side of scar :)

PLEASE GO ON ABOUT THAT DUDE!!! literally please go on. i probably wont go into it but scar in my au doesnt like his wheelchair, its why he goes on a crutch so often despite having both options. so he appreciates mumbo's help and warm hands ;) I had made a post thinking about them dancing and originally i was going to save it just for the party but i thought this would be sweeter, more intimate to just dance in your socks in your home with one of the two loves of your life, yknow?

yknow, i added "slowburn" a few months ago to gihasm. you cant blame me, i warned yall!!! <3 but yeah theyll get there :) i just gotta figure out what feels natural to them.

oh belle. you don't know what i have planned for next chapter with their clothes :)

i just. love the idea that scar is a literal criminal, but wont break traffic laws by driving without a license. he just lets bdubs drive and pays people off when he gets into an accident (couldn't he just get himself a license as mayor? he hasnt thought that far)

journalism is really important to me bc one of my undergrad degrees basically trained me as a background/ tech production person for news stations. Journalists have a very important job as the fourth estate, and i never want to play into bad stereotypes. investigative journalism gets people killed-- scott is putting himself in danger by taking on this mission, but he knows that its important that people have all the facts to have an informed opinion. anyways SUPPORT LOCAL JOURNALISM!!!!

timmy :) i made a whole post about how i see scott and jimmys relationship a while ago and its funny that i keep having to say this but him and jimmy arent dating either. but theyre emotionally very involved with each other. Theyre exactly like scar/grian/mumbo, except they know they like each other. i love writing complicated relationships. they have the best communication between all three main/side relationships though, considering theyve talked about dating but cant, given the circumstances my guide to writing pearl:

>bullies grian

>observant

>silly

anywayanywaysanyways, aaaa belle you always make me so happy with your long essays, a double TRIPLE thank you for reading the chapter before i published it and reassuring me. i love ya!!! <3 <3 <3

[volleychumps]

Heyy idk if this'll make sense but,, I'm ugly (or at least not as pretty as others) and a lot of times guys would be dared to say "oh my friend likes you" while laughing at me. It made me very insecure growing up and makes me suspicious of compliments now... idk if anyone can relate but can you write a fluffy comfort scenario with Bokuto, Kageyama, or Tsukki? Maybe with reader laughing at a confession because she thinks it's a joke or something? Thank you, I love your work and stay healthy ❤️

Aw bby~ I’m sure you’re absolutely goregous <3 hope you enjoy your request!

Insecure S/O Reacting To a Confession (Bokuto, Kageyama, Tsukishima)

This is set in a time in which you’ve developed trust issues because a confession before had been a joke- so a little angsty ngl 

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Bokuto 

“She’s not coming, is she?” 

“Calm down. You told her to meet you after school- the bell let out less than five minutes ago.” Akaashi’s voice sounded through the spiker’s phone as Bokuto releases a bigger sigh than he expected. Nervousness tingled through his muscles while the burly boy seemed to tremble in both excitement and fear for what was to come, leaning against one of the many exits to the school as golden eyes scoped the area for your figure. 

“Today’s the day, Akaashi, I just know it!” 

“Yeah. You said that yesterday. And the day before that one. Not to mention every day for the past month-” 

“I think she’s coming!!” A hand slipped out of his pants pocket as he pushes off the wall giddily. 

“Well, be careful- I don’t know if you heard about it, but-” 

“See you at practice, my #1 Wingman!” 

Bokuto ends the call, the last thing he hears being a sigh of Akaashi’s at his abrupt cut off. That could wait. A growing grin began at Bokuto’s lips as you, confused, approached him with a crumpled paper in your hand- looking as beautiful as ever in the eyes of the ace. 

“Bokuto-san...?” 

“You made it!” 

He couldn’t see the hesitation in your steps, or the nervousness in your movements for the national-known volleyball spiker had his gold eyes downcasted at his feet, a hand nervously coming up to rest on the back of his neck as he internally prepares himself. 

“Was there something you needed from me?” You wrung your hands out, biting your lip as you seemed to fidget in place, the scenario being all to familiar with what you once had to go through. However, you knew better- it just simply wasn’t possible. 

Bokuto was always friendly towards you, but previous events had placed a limit in your head on just how far that friendliness just happened to extend. Until- 

“Y/N...do you maybe want to go out with me?” 

Your jaw slackened a little as you still in shock, watching as the boy you thought was eons out of your league blushed a little, squeezing his eyes tight as the question came out rushed, the words fumbling over each other. 

But you still heard it. 

Your chest sunk and heat flamed in your cheeks as you push out your first instinct- a laugh. A laugh bubbled up in your throat at the question, and Bokuto opened his eyes, confusion and anxiety rising in his stomach at the sound that still made his heart race. Nervously, he began laughing too. 

“Alright.” You make out between giggles. “Who put you up to this?” 

All laughter stopped on his end as you continue to giggle, but your eyes were a tad bit poignant as your fists clenched at your sides. Bokuto straightens, furrowing his brows at the ridiculous question. 

“What do you mean?” 

“I mean, this is a prank right?” Your voice wobbled. “Was it Rui? His friend Droy?” 

“Y/N, what-?” 

“You shouldn’t play with girls’ feelings like that, you know?” You continue, smiling yet your eyes screamed of another story. “But in my case, it’s funny- right?” 

Bokuto blinked, mouth agape at the accusation in your words as you take a shaky breath, trying not to show weakness as Bokuto takes a careful step in front of you. Was this what Akaashi was trying to tell him? 

“Y/N, I’m serious!” The ace exclaimed, causing you to finally meet his eyes with your slightly watery ones. “You’re absolutely goregous, there’s no way this is a prank!” 

“Y-You’re taking this too far...” 

“I’m not, because there isn’t anything to take!” Bokuto grabs your hand in his, intertwining your pinkies as you can’t help but smile a little at the childish gesture. “I promise you, Y/N, I like you! Way too much, I’ve been trying to tell you for the past month now, but...you scare me. In a I’ve-never-had-these-feelings before kind of way.” 

You find yourself leaning into his palm as Bokuto smiles, golden eyes gleaming genuinely as he cups your face. “Who made you think of yourself this way?” 

“N-No one in particular...” You lie, looking off to the side as you feel yourself being tugged gently into the sweet boy’s chest, causing you to yelp a little as Bokuto crosses a boundary, digging his face into the juncture between your neck and shoulder. 

“Please.” You stop trying to push him away at the sincerity in his voice. “Can I change that? I can. I promise you I can, if you give me a chance!” 

Shakily, you look up to the sky, feeling Bokuto’s warm breath on your neck as he spoke, wondering if this was worth learning to trust again, your arms wrapping around his mid-section as you did so. 

Your voice quiets, cracking slightly as you hold him back just a little tighter. 

“One chance. Don’t let me regret this.”

Kageyama

“This is ridiculous, you moron!” 

“Trust me, she’s gonna love it Kageyama-Kun!” Hinata flashes his setter a big thumbs up as Kageyama groans, glaring into the bouquet of flowers with pink dusted across his cheeks. After Hinata had snuck a horribly written note into your shoe locker- Kageyama couldn’t put his confession off anymore, much to the setter’s dismay. Admiring you from afar had been enough, and confessing you face to face had once been a daydream- 

“Can’t I just, you know, text her?” The raven haired boy attempts to escape one more time as Hinata points a finger to the spot where he was standing stubbornly. 

“Nope! As if you could get her number anyway-”  Hinata dodges the hit coming his way with ease, sidestepping as he continues his tangent. “So you’re going to stand right there and wait for Y/N-chan to come! I’m going home now, and tomorrow- you better have a newly minted girlfriend!” 

“I should’ve never asked you for advice.” 

“See you tomorrow, and you’re welcome.” 

Kageyama scoffs, snarky reply falling on silent lips as Hinata mounts his bike and takes off before he can get it out, leaving the blue-eyed setter standing at military position near the courtyard, red roses tightened in his grasp around the less thorny areas. He hoped Hinata was smart enough to not mix up the two locations.

“Kageyama-Kun!” 

Said boy almost drops his flowers when you round the corner, now changed out of your school shoes as Kageyama swallows- a futile attempt to aid his now dry mouth. You took small steps towards him as you find a lump growing in your throat at the scene before you, memories flashing in your mind at what once had been. 

Regardless, you managed a tight smile as Kageyama blinks once. Then twice as if to make sure this was really happening. 

“You...wanted to see me about something?” You question formally, ignoring the red hue of the roses as Kageyama stutters out a response, bright blue eyes darting all over the courtyard. 

“I...um....you are....UGH-” 

In any other circumstance, you might’ve found this cute- but the only thing you could think of was how good he was at acting. 

“Take your time.” Your eyes dim down a little as the familiar unease rises in your stomach. 

“D-Date!” Kageyama manages, the pink on his cheeks now turning into a bright red. “I want to g-go on a date with you...!” 

You press your lips together as a heat pricks the corner of your eyes, the one image you didn’t want to remember blurring perfectly over the one in front of you. 

.... Again?

Kageyama curses, offering you the roses with one hand shakily as the back of his hand covers his mouth, blue eyes seeming to glare off to the side in utter regret. “I heard you like flowers, s-so....”

“You don’t need to do this, Kageyama-Kun.” You find yourself saying, surprised at how stable your voice was as Kageyama’s arm slackens a little, the bouqet lowering in height as he takes in your words- in his case, your response. 

“It’s cruel, you know? I get it- you’re popular, attractive, and people want to be your friend- but this? I know I can’t be with someone like you the way I am now, so you have to show me firsthand?”

“Huh?” 

You chuckle humorlessly at the genuine confusion in his voice before laughing a little. “It’s hilarious, isn’t it? Poor, naive, ugly girl believes for just a second that the boy she likes wants her back.” 

Kageyama’s eyes widen a little, still trying to process what you’re saying as the roses fall slack at his side. But the only thing he’s able to get out, is- 

“Wait, you like me?” 

You spin on your heel, flustered you admitted it, before beginning to walk off. 

“Goodbye, Kageyama-Kun.” 

“W-Wait!” Before he can stop himself, he finds himself grabbing you from behind to stop your leaving, your eyes widening as the bouqet of flowers remains tightened in his grasp as he does so, your back against his chest. The aromatic scent fills your nose as he successfully stops you from going anywhere. 

“I-I don’t know why you think you’re ugly or any of those things, but you aren’t.” Kageyama mumbles quickly, and you’re shocked to see that he’s trembling at the touch. “But I wasn’t lying, or trying to play you. I want to go on a date with you...and if you like me too, there shouldn’t be an issue, right?” 

“Shit!” Kageyama releases you right away, and you step away subconciously as you find yourself believing him, a hand over the clothed part of your chest as you do, cheeks blooming with a pink of their own. 

“...I think I’d like that.” 

“Like what?” Kageyama questions obliviously as you groan, blushing in a way that made the setter want to admire you even closer than from afar. 

“The date, don’t make me say it!” 

The blue-eyed setter releases a sigh of relief, his heart being sent on an emotional rollercoaster coming to an end as he chuckles the slightest bit at your embarrassed stature, offering the roses again in a now relaxed-manner. 

“Right. So can you maybe take the damn flowers and be my girlfriend?” 

Tsukishima

“I regret this. I’m going home.” 

“Tsukki! No!” Yamaguchi whines, pulling on his friend’s sleeve for the second time in six minutes. 

“She isn’t coming. Waiting outside her classroom is creepy anyway. She might’ve even already gone home.” Tsukishima says straight on, glancing at his childhood friend before the freckled boy could interject. “What are you even doing here?” 

“Moral support!” 

“Yeah, could you maybe...do that somewhere else?” 

Yamaguchi sniffs once, frowning. “I get that you’re nervous, Tsukki, but don’t take it out on me. Text me later and send Y/N my regards, okay?” 

“I’m not nervous.” The tall blonde claims, swiping through his playlist when in reality- the butterflies in his stomach said otherwise.

“That’s all you got out of that?” Yamaguchi sweat drops, shouldering his bag a little more before waving as he begins to walk off. “Be nice to Y/N!” 

“Wasn’t gonna kill her.” Tsukishima mumbles to no one as he’s left by his lonesome in the empty school corridor after school had ended, mostly everyone leaving or going to attend their club activities. He knew from Yachi who shared your class- that you stayed a little after school to study for a bit before leaving. 

Tsukishima had discovered about his emotional surge towards you when you had visited practice one day to drop off Yachi’s notebook- only to notice you more and more each time you had passed him by to the point where you would smile and wave while greeting him by name. Soon, all other girls seemed to become see-through, leaving you bright in a sea of unfamiliar heads. 

“Crap!” You stumble back, a relieved laugh filling the corridor as the blonde blinks, wondering how he had gotten so lost in his thoughts he hadn’t even seen you emerge or make himself known. 

“You scared me, Tsukki!” You whine, shifting your bag upon your shoulder before blinking in confusion. “Wait, what are you doing here? Is the volleyball club off today-?” 

“Go out with me.” 

Your breath hitches at the sudden attack. 

Tsukishima remains indifferent, thankful he was able to even say it, as he shoved his hands in his pockets, eyeing you seriously through his spectacles before you find yourself back there again. Back where your trust was stripped and your pride was stomped on before you smile- a smile that was anything but cheerful. 

“That’s not a very funny joke, Tsukki.” You laugh a little, hand tightening around your bag strap as you refuse to meet his eyes, your gaze falling on his shoes as you become overwhelmed with past events. 

“I’m not joking. Go out with me.” He repeats, not asking, but in a way where it sounded like he was basically telling you. 

“...How far are you willing to go?” You feel wetness brim your eyes, but your smile still remains- shaky yet present- as your voice cracks differently from the way you used to call his name. 

“What the hell are you-?” 

A smirk and multiple laughs ring in your head from your memories before you finally snap. 

 “Stop screwing around, alright?”

Tsukishima’s brow quirks up once, and in the next few moments, you gasp as your back is suddenly touching a nearby locker- Tsukishima’s hand resting by your side to create the illusion of entrapment as he leans in to you, and you don’t have to look up to know that his gaze was searing into you with a mixture of frustration and something else you couldn’t pinpoint. 

“Who’s screwing around?” His voice was quiet and irritable, and you swallow the lump in your throat as a few stray tears slip. 

“I’m just a joke, right?” You mumble, barely audible as you breathe in his scent from decreased proximity. “You boys always toy with girls like they’re your little playthings-” 

“Are you talking about that shitty prank that bastard pulled on you a few months back?” 

Your eyes snap up before you can stop them. “You...know about that?” 

“Why the hell are we here wasting our breaths on them?” Tsukishima questions, irritation evident in his tone. “I don’t do these kinds of things, ever, and you seriously think I’d be here telling you I like you as some kind of shit joke? Give me a break.” 

You blink, believing his harsh words as Tsukishima sighs, relaxing his neck so his head falls on your shoulder. 

“On the bright side you finally looked at me. Understood, I hear you loud and clear.” 

You bite your lip when he moves to step away from you, your hands clasping at the sides of his shirt before you can stop yourself. 

“I...I’ll go out with you, Tsukki.” 

The blonde’s eyes widen a fraction as you bury your head in his chest. 

“Just...please please don’t be like the others.” 

“I thought I told you.” Tsukki’s pointer finger prods at your chin, causing you to look up at him as he leans down so your noses brush. 

“You’re wasting your breath on the wrong thing, Y/N.” 

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