#just so wholesome and inspiring

[seekerwithsneakers]

rules: tag 10 people you wanna get to know better

tagged by: @iwillsurvivecollege 🫶🏻

favorite color: yellow 🟨

relationship status: Single

last thing you googled: loll some food recipe prolly turkish eggs

song stuck in your head: Freaking out on the Interstate - Briston Maroney ( there is line that goes fear is just a part of love bada bada bada and love is what u deserve and i am like yes yes yes yes)

last song you listened to: super shy - new jeans (such a cute song)

dream trip: Santorini, Greece have been meaning to go here for a while, like last semester i was listening to greek island in summer ambient sounds when studying and i just feel like it is a place with no worries

anything you want right now: i really wanna make those turkish eggs but my parents don't eggs so i cannot make them here need to wait for uni to start :((

would love to know more about my lovely mutual, but seriously no pressure tho :D

@maikanna @rabbitstudy @pianistbynight @nebula-of-sempiternal-dreams @unspherethestars @crescerent @khadija-studies @lombradeilibri @if-one-of-us-falls @todayninafeels

[gentlenotes-moved]

hey, you guys. life gets so much more fun when you let yourself enjoy the small pleasures of life, love your friends loudly and wholeheartedly, and let yourself be loved.

[cosmicwhoreo]

SO, I made my own tragic legendary sea cookie since that seems to be the theme for devsis in between comms-

Beneath the dark, forgotten waves of the west sea, amongst a once bustling and colorful coral forest is it's sleepy monarch; Grand Reef Cookie. A jolly, yet strangely complaisant individual who spends his frail, doddering years tending to the decaying remains of his children's once proud homeland.

They have all left, of course. Some more hesitant than others to leave their loving father's side. But, Grand Reef Cookie was insistent of their retreat. That, unlike him, they were not bound to their namesake in soul and body. That the ocean held much more plentiful and vibrant sights that were not to be wasted fretting over a forgotten relic of the past. That doesn't stop many from visiting though... Bringing with them trinkets and offerings to help alleviate his wistful loneliness.

But, unlike some of his children, Grand Reef doesn't harbor any resentment for cookies. It's just not in his nature to harbor any hatred for... Well, anything, really. A reef is meant to be a nurturing and peaceful place for even the most ruthless apex predator, to be unwelcoming and unkind to even one creature would go against his very nature. ________

Why be a betrayed and/or volatile tragic, when you can be a sweet, hospice patient kind of tragic? That, and sea pollution and global warming tragic, I mean it's right there-

[mblue-art]

drew @owl-bones's lv20 dust!cross boy, strike 💗 (pre-redesign) (new design here!)

silly xtras + simp thoughts under the cut

a shitpost ... ft silly au bc i got attached to how blorbo i made my sona in it...

im just a lil guye... against big scary tall skeleman constantly burning lots of magic... who easily crumbles to even the smallest bit of affection... he'll be dead on the fukcign gorund when im done w him /j/j/j/j/lh/aff <333

self-indulgent scenario/au surrounding my simping (just like all my other AUs in my head lololol) is called icecube (for now,, 👉👈),, yearned hard during an especially chilly rainy day, and felt so cold i joked that i was turning into ice-- then i got attacked with simp thoughts about how he'd be sooo warm and toasty (,,perfect for the weather,,,/)/////(\;;) and the silly thought of being the ice to his warmth-- his little icecube-- is very /////wwww

i love,, the visual of getting cold chilly hands and just reaching up to cup his cheeks and feel his ambient(?) magic warming my hands up and the whole gesture simultaneously making him melt,,

an icecube can only cool off a magic-burning body so much,, but i hope he enjoys the feeling lots everytime he holds cold lil me to his chest uwu 🧊💙❤️‍🔥

[pkmn-bw-defender]

This scene is so cute 😭💖

[gyroshrike]

I want a fic where Sidon and Link are king and king consort, but Sidon still has a political marriage to Yona (they're all very good friends!) and they plan to sire the next heir/generation to the throne

And I want all the weird fish breeding that comes with it and Link to be there to watch (maybe help??). External fertilization? Coaxing eggs out of Yona? (Link massaging Yona's belly to help? ;w;) Bringing Sidon to climax so he can fertilize the eggs?

Picking a quiet, calm pool for the spawning. Maybe the Zoras have designated hatching/nursery pools? Is it a bit off from the domain/tucked away for privacy/secrecy?? Maybe the eggs have to initially be laid in the ocean so the babies can be exposed and adaptable to salt water??? Tide pool nursery??? An oceanside cave????

Maybe the eggs can be fertilized while inside Yona, but then need to be laid in a pool after? (Ovi people, go wild)

The mix of platonic reproduction, poly relationship dynamics, Link being included/invited to the spawning even though physically he technically doesn't need to be there, but that's his partner ;0; also the cool concept of a species/society comfortable with semi-public mating in a way humans aren't really used to. Maybe there are nursery aids/guards tending to the pools?

Link being soft with Yona after she's super exhausted from the egg laying. Or maybe Sidon and Yona show their gratitude to Link for his help, patience, and understanding with a little extra attention for him >:3 either there and then or a few days later, after they've rested

Link becoming fiercely protective of the clutch and falling in love with them instantly. ToT He volunteers for guard duty at the nursery or he just spends his time sitting by the edge of the pool watching over the eggs. Are the eggs translucent? Can he see the embryos inside? Or are they opaque?

Since it seems common for only one or two Zoras to be born at a time, maybe it's common for not all of them to get fertilized? Or for some/most to die? How does Link deal with that? What if they forget to tell him until one egg does die? (Tbf, maybe only like 3-5 eggs get laid at a time, although Lulu laid like 7 in Majora's Mask lmao maybe sea Zoras are just built different)

[captainhysunstuff]

A reactionary comic about rereading a fic that I recently recommended that was way darker than I remembered, lol. I still love it for how they pretty much drive each other crazy, but that word choice and the consent issues... *cringes* At least there are valid warnings beforehand, and the first fic was pretty PG. Sorry. *laughs sheepishly*

[lover-girl1]

Her: babe how do you relpy so fast..?

My lonely ass on a daily basis :

[dreamingthroughthecosmos]

[soft-serve-soymilk]

Eugene wants you to know you are doing a great job!! Keep at it!!!

[misiahasahardname]

the surfer dudes are such a great team. there wasn’t a moment with those two where i wasn’t smiling. they are the sweetest, most wholesome duo in all of total drama history.

i can’t wait to write friendships just like theirs.

[sirswooshnoodles]

The things you do might not ever be the light at the end of the tunnel for someone

But that doesn’t mean they’re not important

There’s a light.

A brief respite from the darkness.

I soak in the soft warm glow of the lamp.

I watch as a spider spins her web and catches the moth. It’s the cycle of life. The world keeps turning.

But for this moment, I’m safe and content. The darkness kept at bay.

I will have to continue eventually, but the next light will come. Then another, and another.

Like stepping stones across a raging torrent.

Even the faintest glimmer can provide the strength to keep going.

I’m so glad I’m here. Even if it’s hard, there are moments when it’s worth it. To keep kicking, to keep fighting, to Live. To Live!

“Live on!!” I cry, into the darkness. It might be unending, but it is not all there is, and I am not alone.

You are not alone.

We’re in this together.

[dnd-shithouse]

I’m gonna say something so evil and controversial!!

If I knew Glenn in real life, I would despise him.

Not because he lets his son smoke pot, or because he is an absent dad or even because he likes Disney world.

I’d hate him because he plays Christmas Rock music.

[seresluviii]

chapter 1.

As the sun began to set behind the crumbling walls of the old castle ruins, a cloaked figure emerged from the shadows. The faintest hint of a moon hung heavily in the blackened sky, casting an eerie glow upon the desolate landscape. In this setting, something wicked and supernatural was at play.

Oh, who is she?

a misty memory

The cloaked figure, a beautiful vampire name Seraphina, moved with a grace and finesse that defied description.

a haunting face

Is she a lost embrace?

But the cold, emotionless expression on her face betrayed her true nature--

Am I in love with just a theme?

Or is Ayesha just a dream?

she was to be feared.

A mystery

Oh, who is she?

......

As Seraphina wandered through the ruins, she couldn't help but sense an unfamiliar presence nearby. Her sharp senses, heightened by her supernatural abilities, detected a faint scent on the air - the scent of a human.

Irritated by the interruption to her solitude, she stalked towards the source of the scent, her movements silent and lethal. Little did she know, she was about to confront the one person who would challenge everything she thought she knew.

As Seraphina neared the location of the scent, she saw a figure huddled against the crumbling wall, shivering in the cold night air. She moved closer, her footsteps almost soundless on the uneven ground.

The figure, a young human man name Marcus, suddenly looked up, his breath catching in his throat as he saw the imposing figure of the vampire standing before him. Fear the defiance flickered in his eyes, but he refused to cower in her presence.

Seraphina's heart beat a little faster as she took in the sight of the defiant young man. There was something about his unwavering gaze and the set oh his jaw that intrigued her, despite her instincts telling her to be cautious.

With a smirk she took another step closer, her voice dripping with mockery. "Well, look what we have here. A delicious human, lost in the dark and scary ruins."

Marcus tried to steady his breathing, refusing to let the vampire see his fear. He met her gaze with a steady oh his own, his voice trembling slightly as he spoke.

"I'm not lost, and I'm not afraid of you, "he retorted, his eyes betraying a hint of uncertainty.

Seraphina chuckled, the sound low and cruel. "Not afraid, huh? Well, you should be. I could snap your neck like a twig if I wanted to." Her eyes roved over his body, and she noted the way his pulse quickened as he tried to maintain composure. There was something about this human that defied her expectations, something that piqued her interest.

Marcus lifted his chin, trying to project confidence. "Why haven't you done it yet, then?"

Seraphina smirked, her eyes narrowing. "Maybe I like to play with my food. You're an entertainingly stubborn little thing, aren't you?"

As the exchange continued, a glimmer of something unexpected sparked in Seraphina's eyes – a hint of respect. This human, this lowly mortal, wasn't cowering in terror like she'd expected. Instead, he was challenging her, standing up to her despite the odds.

"You have some fire in you," she mused, a note of admiration in her voice. "Most humans would be trembling and begging for mercy by now."

Marcus couldn't help but feel a shiver run down his spine as she called him "interesting." Her words were a mix of mockery and intrigue, leaving him both wary and strangely captivated.

"I'm not like them," he responded, his voice growing stronger with each word. "I won't back down or give in. Not to you, not to anyone."

Seraphina's smile widened, a cruel and dangerous edge to it. "Oh, confidence. I like that. It makes the hunting more…"

She paused, letting the word hang menacingly in the air, her footsteps circling him like a predator toying with its prey.

Marcus swallowed hard as her footsteps echoed around him, an unsettling realization dawning on him. He was at her mercy, completely vulnerable and defenseless against her supernatural powers.

"You talk big," he finally managed, trying hopelessly to maintain his courage, "but deep down, you're just as scared as I am."

Seraphina's smile vanished, replaced by a cold, serpentine glare. "I don't get scared, human. I'm a predator, a creature of the night. I'm the one who does the hunting, the stalking, the killing."

She took a step closer, her voice dropping to a menacing whisper. "And you…you're just a delicious target. One day, I'll feast on your blood, and your brave words will mean nothing."

Marcus's heart raced in his chest, his mind struggling to process the situation. This monster, this beautiful yet terrifying vampire, was toying with him, playing a twisted game of cat and mouse.

"You can try," he retorted, his voice betraying a hint of uncertainty, "but I won't make it easy for you. I won't let you win."

Seraphina's laughter echoed through the air, cold and hollow. "Oh, I love your spirit. It'll make the hunt even more challenging. I haven't had a good chase in centuries."

She moved closer, her footsteps almost sultry, her gaze locking with his.

"You think you can outwit a vampire? You're nothing more than prey."

Marcus met her gaze with a steely determination, refusing to back down despite the fear that clawed at his insides.

"You don't scare me," he lied through gritted teeth, trying desperately to convince himself as much as her.

Seraphina sneered, her fangs glinting in the faint moonlight. "Oh, you're a terrible liar," she taunted. "I can hear your pulse racing, smell the fear sweat on your skin. You're absolutely terrified. You're just too prideful to admit it."

Marcus clenched his fists, his jaw clenching as he fought to maintain composure. He hated that she was right, that she could read his fear like an open book.

"I'm not scared," he insisted, but his voice wavered, betraying his bravado.

Seraphina's smirk grew wider, her eyes glittering with sadistic enjoyment. "Oh, but you are. You're trying so hard to appear strong, but deep down, you're shaking in your boots. I can see it in your trembling hands, hear it in the way your voice wavers. You're frightened, little human, and that makes you all the more fun to torment."

Marcus bit his lip, his mind warring with fear and defiance. He hated the way she taunted him, her every word cutting at his self-assured façade. But he couldn't back down, couldn't let her see how much she was getting under his skin.

"You think you have me all figured out, don't you?" he shot back, his voice cracking slightly.

Seraphina chuckled, her eyes raking over him like a hunter assessing her prey. "Oh, I do. I see right through you, human. I see how you tremble and try to hide your fear, how you put up this brave front. It's adorable, really, how hard you're trying to be strong."

Marcus clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white with the effort. It enraged him, the way she mocked and toyed with him as if he were nothing more than a plaything for her twisted amusement.

"I won't break," he snapped, his voice betraying the defiance he desperately tried to convey. "You can threaten and taunt all you want, but I won't give in."

Seraphina's smile widened, her eyes glittering sinisterly as she took a slow, measured step closer, closing the distance between them.

"Is that so?" she purred, her voice laced with mockery. "You think you can resist my charm, my allure? You won't break, you say? We'll see about that, won't we?"

Marcus refused to flinch, standing tall even as his heart pounded in his chest like a war drum. This vampire, this beautiful monstrosity, thought she had him on the brink of surrender. It only fueled his determination to prove her wrong.

"You won't break me," he repeated, his voice quivering with a mix of fear and determination. "I won't give in to your games."

Seraphina chuckled, the sound low and dangerous. "You're stubborn, I'll give you that. Most humans would have begged for mercy by now, would have broken and shattered under the weight of their own fear. But not you, no. You cling to your defiance like a lifeline."

"There's something about you," she continued, her eyes roaming over him with a mix of curiosity and disdain. "You're not like the others. You're braver, more resilient. Or perhaps you're just incredibly stupid to challenge a vampire in the middle of the night."

Marcus tried to keep his voice steady, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. He could feel the cold sweat on his palms, the rapid thumping of his heart against his chest.

"I'm not stupid," he retorted, his voice betraying a hint of uncertainty. "I know the risks, I know what you are. But I won't let you scare me.

"Seraphina's smile widened into a cruel smirk, her eyes narrowing. "Oh, my little fool. You have no idea what you're up against. You think you can face a vampire, a creature of the night, without fear? You're out of your depth. I could snap you in two like a twig if I wanted to."

Marcus swallowed hard, his fear mounting as Seraphina closed in on him, her footsteps quiet and deliberate.

He could feel her breath on his skin, her presence surrounding him like a suffocating fog.

"W-what are you going to do to me?" he managed to croak out.

Seraphina chuckled darkly, her eyes glittering with cruel amusement. "What do you think I'm going to do to you, human? I'm a vampire. I feed on the blood of the weak and spineless. And you, you're both."

Marcus's heart raced with terror as the vampire continued to toy with him. Her words cut through him like a knife, making him feel small and weak in her presence.

"Please," he whispered, his voice trembling, "don't hurt me. I'm just a human. I don't want to die."

Seraphina's laughter echoed through the air, cold and devoid of remorse. "You're begging now? How predictable. Pathetic little human, you think your pleas will stop me? I'm a creature of the night, a hunter of the living. Your life means nothing to me."

Marcus's mind raced with fear and desperation, his heart pounding in his chest like a jackhammer. He had to find a way to get out of this situation, to escape the clutches of this sadistic nightmare.

"Please," he repeated, his voice cracking with fear, "I'll do anything. Just don't kill me. Don't suck my blood."

Seraphina chuckled again, relishing his fear. "Anything, you say? You're in no position to make demands, little human. But very well… I'll spare your life, on one condition."

"Agree to serve me, to be my lowly human servant. And I will spare your life and allow you to continue living…for now, at least."

Marcus's mind reeled, the weight of the ultimatum crashing down on him. Serve a vampire or be killed, what kind of choice was that? But he had no other option. The fear was coursing through him like wildfire. "Y-yes," he finally choked out, his voice shaking. "I'll serve you. Just spare my life, please."

Seraphina smiled, a cruel and triumphant expression. "Good, good. You're smart enough to know when you're beaten. Now, kneel."

[owlyflufff]

Hay~

I was wondering what drew you to this ship specifically? Like it's an amazing ship and my personal favorite, but I wanted to know if you had a special reason for loving it so much! :)

Anyway be sure to have an AMAZING day! You 100% deserve it!!!

Hallo anon <33!

Oh! Interesting question and to be honest I'd have to pull up a 99+ slide because I love them so much- but to sorta squeeze in all my thoughts ><!

Interestingly enough, I didn't exactly ship anyone nor was I drawn to any of the pairs in Haikyu after watching Season 1 up to Season 4 Part 1 (second half with the Inarizaki match was not airing/ hadn't been announced yet even during this time). I acknowledged a lot that the ships existed like kagehina, iwaoi, etc but it was more of "yep I see them as a duo both romantically or platonically, and I'm okie with both or either" + liked fanart and bokuaka was given that same perspective from me before. They had a cute and funny dynamic but granted, I didn't perceive them to be a ship that I would make as my favorite and just casually acknowledge the ship's existence + appreciate the fanart.

However, that changed when I read the manga.

A good number of people loved and shipped bokuaka wholeheartedly from the start while some after reading the manga and I was one of the those people because WOW DID THE FUKURODANI VS. MUJINAZAKA CHANGE THE TRAJECTORY OF MY LIFE-

Much like some bokuaka shippers, this segment of the Nationals arc definitely either fueled their love for this dynamic or help them appreciate and be endeared even by this ship, most especially me.

On a more personal note, the one that really started it all, gave me a little push into loving them dearly when I was already at the tipping point was a certain piece of fanart.

Out of all the wholesome, genuinely lovely art I've seen, this has always been my favorite bokuaka art and the one that help started it all, made by the amazing @/pistachiolan <33.

Neither of them are speaking nor can you see the expression on their faces, but it's a beautiful summary of Bokuaka's dynamic.

And that's the thing, the reason why I was drawn so much to Bokuaka is because:

They're not childhood friends like Iwaizumi and Oikawa or Kenma and Kuroo.

They're not even in the same year level like Hinata and Kageyama or Ushiwaka and Tendou.

Yet, they have a bond that is built on so much trust, support and care for each other in such a short span of time. Almost like they've been there for each other for a lifetime.

It's not a one sided dynamic where one constantly gives and the other gets and doesn't return becase Akaashi gave Bokuto everything he needed so that his star could shine for the world to see (him and Fukurodani gave him the company Bokuto never particularly had) in the same sense that Bokuto didn't want to shine alone or be left in an empty galaxy, he wanted Akaashi to shine just as much whether they were or weren't teammates anymore and gave him words such as "giving 120%" and a generally more positive mindset that outbests any logic Akaashi could have put down ("It's not impossible, just very hard!"), that became something Akaashi carried with him and even became a driving force for his profession as Udai's manga editor.

And seeing them in the timeskip, those happy smiles Akaashi gives to Bokuto when he sees how brightly Bokuto shines on the court, the excitement Bokuto has when he sees Akaashi shining just as much in his own profession when he gets to talk to them after the Jackals Adlers match and how immediately he asks to spend time with him, their same silly odd language that no one can understand but them and how they've seemingly never changed.

To see that bond full of trust, support and care never once waver throughout the years, you can't help but ask: what isn't there to love about Bokuaka?

[katyahina]

Felt the need to draw Micolash being Damian’s precious boy