#tsumtsum

[ventique18]

They're so very dear to me

[shiftythrifting]

"Your marriage is now a threesome with The Lord" plaque, an accusatory religous book, 'WELCO", a pair of shoes with stolen artwork on them, a GIANT minnie mouse tsumtsum, concerned LEGO minifig plush, a brand new set of "new mom/dad" mugs, The Hour Of The Dreamlite Is At Hand penguin, and our old friend that Cat Piano

Not pictured: someone's entire collection of Reba Macentire CDs, a donated strap-on holster with the sanitary sticker still on the crotch, and a London Fog trenchcoat new with tags my roomie bought that is worth over $120USD in store

Found at Tacoma WA goodwill

[twst-shenanigans]

twst Incorrect quote #243

MC: “Finally~ Solved everyone’s issues and nothing seems to be in urgent need for care. I can finally get some well deserved rest…”

*looks up to see a whole in the sky and jelly bean figures falling like rain*

MC: *heavy breathing*

[lovelyunholyc]

hurt/comfort but mostly comfort. gender neutral. inspired by this post :')

from the moment you see him, you know something's off.

his shoulders sag just the slightest bit, and instead of his usual bone-crushing hug and a flurry of kisses as a greeting, he places only one, soft and sweet, at the center of your forehead.

this would be normal to most people, but it's miya atsumu, and you know him better than he might even know himself.

"baby, is something wrong?" you drop what you're doing on the kitchen counter in favor of catching his hand and tugging him back to you before he can walk away.

atsumu shrugs, eyes downcast, and there's a slight downward pull to his lips that would be imperceptible to anyone else. "no, i'm fine."

you scoff good-naturedly, amused that he still thinks he can hide how he feels from you of all people. "'tsumu," you admonish lightly, and delight at the pink tinge creeping up his ears at his beloved nickname, telling you that no matter how down he is, he's still pleased to hear it from you.

he plasters on a tiny smile, a pitiful fraction of its usual intensity, you know, and brings your hand up to press his lips to your knuckle. "i'm okay, darlin', don't worry."

you sigh, but let him be with a gentle squeeze to his hand. he can be so stubborn; but you know he'll come back to you eventually.

atsumu has always gone through his emotions hard, fast, and loud, much like he does with just about every other aspect of his life. you've always loved that about him, how being so vulnerable comes so naturally, how he isn't ashamed to wear his heart on his sleeve, can't seem to help himself from reacting so openly to everything around him.

you continue your work in the kitchen while he settles in for the night, setting his things down and changing.

soon enough, he makes his way back to you, all but draping himself across your shoulders, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. you brace yourself against the edge of the counter with his added weight on you, but you don't complain, only letting him melt into you. it's comforting, his warmth encompasses you entirely and soothes you inexplicably, his arms hugging you tightly to him.

you smile to yourself, turn your head slightly just to press your lips to the top of his head, soft blonde tickling your skin. "oh, my love," you breathe, taking his hands and turning in his embrace so you can then kiss at his pretty little frown.

atsumu merely grunts softly in appreciation, lets you lead him to sit at the dining table. he makes room for you to stand between his knees, and as soon as he sits, he pulls you to him, hugs you tight once more. he makes a small, satisfied sound when he buries his face in your stomach and breathes you in, and you immediately start threading your fingers through his hair, soothing at his scalp.

"what's going on in that pretty little head of yours, hm?" your voice is soft, cautious. patient, ready to help him ease his worries when he decides he's ready to share them. you feel him shiver with your touch, a wave wracking through his body, and all the tension slipping free with it, slowly, muscle by muscle. "rough day?"

atsumu just nods into you, takes a few deep breaths before he tilts his head up to finally look at you. his hair is mussed charmingly where he'd been rubbing it against your shirt, his brows and lips heavy with revelation.

"do you think i'm too much?" you've never heard him sound so small. your big, invincible, rambunctious lover, reduced to barely a whisper. you think your heart breaks.

before the heat of anger starts to spike through your chest at whoever, whatever had made him feel that way.

outwardly, you wait patiently for him to continue, to elaborate if he chooses.

"...too emotional? ....too dramatic?"

the mix of hurt and confusion in his eyes makes you want to burn the world down.

"oh, honey," you coo gently, caressing his face fondly before brushing through his fringe. you decide not to press, taking his bitten in bottom lip as a cue that he needs reassurance more than anything, a reminder. you crack a small smile, hoping he'll mirror it eventually. "dramatic, maybe, but never too much." you lean in to press your lips softly but firmly to his forehead, as if you can etch your words into his brain that way. "you're nothing i can't handle, you know."

your heart flutters just a bit when his lips do tilt the tiniest bit to the side, his eyes shining with emotion. "yeah?"

"yeah." your fingers move from his hair down to follow the line of his neck, until you get to his shoulders and massage gently at the muscles you know must be sore from practice. "do you wanna know what i really think, baby?"

he sighs contentedly as you work at the knots in his shoulders and back, and you're glad to feel the tension in his body start to dissipate beneath your fingers. he buries his face into your shirt again but nods, his arms giving you a fond squeeze.

"'tsumu, you love so loudly and so, so proudly, it makes everything else melt away. you get all soft and gooey so easily and i love you that way - i love you in every way, you know that?" he looks up at you again at that, and the way his bottom lip protrudes in a pout makes you laugh quietly. you lean down to press yours against it and feel it slip into a subtle upwards turn instead. "i think anyone would kill for the kind of vulnerability you show so naturally, 'tsumu, and everyone you share it with should count themselves lucky. i know i do." you touch the tip of your noses together, delighted when he starts to smile. genuinely.

atsumu tugs you down to sit on his lap, so he can kiss you properly. "i love you," he whispers against your lips. his eyes are sparkling so ardently, it makes you warm all over. "more than you know." he kisses you again, heart in your hands, and doesn't stop until you're breathless, and he's grinning like the world is right again.

"not more than i love you, though, pretty boy."

that makes him furrow his brows, his innocent smile molding into a smirk. he kisses you once more, deepening it with ease, like he has something to prove.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Imagine how cool and cuuute a sanrio event in twst would be! Like imagine silver and Lilia being my melody and kuromi. (Now imagine Leona having gutatama hehehe).

We've talked about a hypothetical TWST x Sanrio collab on this blog before! ^^ I would recommend checking out my #sanrio tag if you're interested~ MyMelo and Kuromi were actually mentioned before but with Malleus and Lilia in mind, and Leona was likened to Nemukko Nyago. My mind defaulted to Gudetama for Deuce because... egg 🍳 As much as I would love to have collabs, it looks like Disney so far has only been doing collabs with its own properties...? This includes Tsumsted Wonderland and Lost in the Book (with Stitch appears to be the first in this series). My enthusiasm for collabs has also dimmed a little after seeing how... inconsequential??? The collab stories have been (since I prefer a strong story over aesthetics) mediocre and don't really have an impact on the characters outside of doing cute and/or annoying things to them. The novelty of it wears off very quickly for me and I'm not sure how much I like that TWST pushes multiple SSRs for collabs because it's bad for my roll stash-- so I'm okay with just throwing ideas at the wall for fun rather than wishing for the collabs to come true!

[doomdoodle]

I did this for last year's event. Floyd tsum is also funny because he just squeezes everyone with it's lil body

[hollowsart]

these are by far the silliest things I’ve ever drawn.

brought to you by the server gang who gave me the idea after I was losing it over seeing the Mysterio tsum-tsum figures.

idea/inspiration basically from @lazymonth & @electerrifys <3

[clockspur]

Epel would receive a tiny detention slip later that afternoon.

[curry-ketchup]

(o゜▽゜)o☆

Re-drawing an old sketch of our favorite spider chilling between to fights. Plus he's baby-sitting the tsum tsum vengers.

[ignirun]

i was really going through it when tsum leona released

unedited memes under the cut

[ash3]

Flying in the donut of his dreams!

[greekbros]

(get ready Reddit)

(cus your cringes....will THRILL ME.)

(he's almost polished, parts almost done)

(he....shall...ugh.... waddle? HIS WAY INTO THE SUBREDDIT TO CREATE NOTHING BUT SPITE!!!)

[crowleytwstrp]

Look what I found

*Gasp*

Finally! Someone who can understand me perfectly!

Hopefully this tsumtsum won't mind helping me with my many tasks. Since it is me and I am gracious, then it surely won't mind!

[tartaricing]

My display tablet works again sooooo

[lovelyunholyc]

NSFW - MINORS + BLANK / AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

content warning: smut, oral (m! receiving), light praise, gender neutral reader. atsumu has the tiniest pair of shorts known to man and boy do they look good on him

you look up from groggily checking the time on your phone when your lovely boyfriend speeds past the doorway of your shared bedroom.

a sly smile creeps onto your lips, and you call out, "where do you think you're going, handsome?"

it's bait and he knows it. he has a regular practice schedule, and you've memorized it by now, even the days when he's more likely to stay later and the different drills they have to do.

atsumu peeks his head in a moment later nonetheless, mischievous grin already in place. "i'm late, darlin'," he says, and doesn't look the least bit regretful or apologetic about it. he'd rolled out of bed mere minutes ago and thrown on a random set of his workout clothes, waking you in the process, and his hair is the perfect kind of messy and soft that gives you the urge to run your fingers through it.

you sit up a little more in your mess of sheets and pillows, knocking one to the floor and making him laugh, though you're pouting back at him. "at least kiss me goodbye."

his grin doesn't slip as he makes his way over to you, bag already slung over his shoulder. "wasn't gonna leave without givin' it to ya, baby."

you rub the sleep from your eyes just as he reaches you and pecks at your lips, and when your vision clears, you can't help your little gasp, eyes widening slightly, brows raised. "'tsumu," you breathe in awe, gaze sliding down his body in appreciation, honing in on the exposed muscle of his thighs, that smooth, golden skin you love so, peeking out at you from the tiny exercise shorts sticking to them that leave absolutely nothing to the imagination.

not that you needed to imagine.

the man in question only hums in acknowledgement, busy with kissing each of your cheeks and your forehead now, unperturbed by your open ogling.

"'tsumu, i repeat," you start again, swallowing around the saliva that's quickly collected in your mouth, before grasping him gently by the shoulders to get his attention. "where do you think you're going?"

atsumu looks down at you just a little bit confused, until he sees the lustful gleam in your eyes as you stare him up and down in a way that makes him beam with a surge of pride and confidence - a look he knows all too well, that makes his heart start to speed up.

"in these?" you continue, hands at his hips now, thumb stretching the waistband of his shorts and snapping it back against his skin, making him shiver.

he bites his lip to rein in the brilliant grin that threatens to break. "too late to change now, baby," he says, playing along and moving closer to you on the side of the bed, the lecture he can imagine his captain giving him later already fading from his thoughts as he lets his bag fall from his shoulder and onto the floor with a soft thud. he's already late, right? a few more minutes won't make that much of a difference.

"actually, i don't think you should." you rub at his hips and the dip of his waist over his shirt, fingers sliding down to squeeze gently at the supple flesh of his ass and making him jump slightly, chuckling.

"yeah?"

"yeah." you tug him even closer, lick your lips and look up at him, only to see the devilish smirk you wear mirrored back at you. "you look so good, baby."

"ya think so?"

"mhmm," and you sit him down on the edge of the bed so you can kiss him more fully, sparks of desire igniting into a full flame when you straddle him and feel that he's already hard, from your praise and lustful attention alone. "so fucking good, i could just eat you up," and you move your hips against his, making a breath catch in his throat, a soft whimper swallowed down in your kisses. "and i'm going to," and you reach into those tiny little shorts of his to pull his dick out, eliciting a quiet moan when you thumb at the leaking head and trace the prominent vein that lines the underside of his shaft.

you smile at him when you reposition, licking his precum from your fingers and making him groan at the sight before you're situating yourself on your knees on the floor in front of him. "fuck, baby, you're killin' me," he sighs without an ounce of frustration, eyes glittering with mirth instead.

you peel those lovely shorts along with his underwear down and off his strong thighs, lavishing them with affection, the prominent cords of muscle flexing a bit when you nip playfully at them. and when you're finally in between, it's almost euphoric for you too, popping the head of his cock in your mouth and letting his headiness burst on your tongue. "gotta make this quick, since you're late and all," you tease with a wink when you pop off, and it's all he can do to nod and laugh breathlessly. his fingers find your hair, gathering it up in his fist when you lave at his length, coating it in your saliva and earning a deep, satisfied groan when you relax your jaw and slowly inch him in.

by the time the tip of your nose touches the short dark hair at the center of his pelvis, drool drips down your chin, and your instinctual swallow around your mouthful makes his hips twitch.

"f-fuck, that's it, baby," atsumu whines, and your chest swells with pride at the strain in his voice, the unsteadiness of his breathing and the grip he has on the roots of your hair. there's something tender there, too, however, in the way he doesn't cease his praise, even as his voice fluctuates from whispers to moans and back again, gasping about how well you're doing, taking him so sweetly down your throat; in the way his other hand caresses your cheek, catches stray teardrops that leak from the corners of your eyes in exertion.

you both can tell he won't last long, so you double your efforts, tugging at his balls and twisting your fist around what you can't cover with your mouth. atsumu can't help bucking up to chase the wet heat of your mouth, the irresistible sound you make to spur him on when he nudges the back of your throat, cock pulsing against your cheeks, head thrown back and losing himself in your rhythm, the way you almost seem to be enjoying yourself as much as he is.

you pull away once more only to ask a question that nearly makes him cum on the spot, your hand taking over what your mouth had been doing for the moment. "i can take it, okay, gorgeous?" you have the audacity to wink at him, and atsumu swears he could marry you right then and there, with his dick in your hand and your voice raw and huskier than normal from him, reassuring him from your position though he feels like it should be the other way around.

he is gorgeous like this, so lovely with that glazed over look in his eyes, mouth dropped open and brows furrowed, trying to process the pleasure he's feeling so profoundly. he looks as if he could be sculpted from marble, your fingers squeezing at the plush of those irresistible thighs, just to make sure they're real though you're caged between them, and from this close you can freely admire how his abs contract with each drop of bliss you give him, eyes softening at the rare freckles that adorn his pretty skin in places only you've memorized.

wasting no time, you take him back in your mouth, lolling out your tongue to trace at the underside of his cock again, before pulling back to swirl at the head. atsumu squirms in his seat, groans an incoherent string of words he's sure wouldn't make sense in any language or iteration, because you're driving him absolutely insane and god, does he love you. before he knows it you're swallowing him back down your throat, bobbing your head and hollowing out your cheeks. when you pull back again and suction at the swollen tip, hand twisting at the base, his body seizes up, and you know he's done for.

atsumu all but cries out your name, nearly lost in the babble of curses and proclamations of love that escape him. you moan along with him in encouragement, the vibrations of your voice around his length making him shudder pleasantly and curl in towards you, back bowing until he can nearly kiss the top of your head even with your nose pressed snugly to his pelvis, swallowing down all you can, a small dribble of his cum and your spit escaping, dripping down the corner of your mouth.

when he finishes, mind reeling as he gasps for breath, he wipes at the mess on your face and massages your jaw, melting at the loving look in your eyes and laughing breathlessly, disbelievingly. "you're somethin' else," he says, and drags you back up into his lap, kisses you until you're just as breathless, humming at the taste of himself that lingers in your mouth when he pries it open with his tongue, slow and deep, in quiet appreciation.

"and you're really late, baby," you tell him when you manage to gather the willpower to pull away from his lips.

atsumu grins against your cheek, you can feel it scorched into your skin when he trails up the line of your jaw to nip playfully at your earlobe. and then he's moving you, shifting you easily in his strong arms to lay flat on your back on the bed, the speed of the motion evidence of his eagerness. it makes you giggle. he only hums, barely looking up from his self appointed task of branding his lips into every part of you he can, settling in between your thighs. "there's somethin' i gotta do first," he drawls, sending pleasant shivers down your spine as he carefully moves your legs over his shoulders, that dangerous, hungry glitter in his eyes that makes your thighs squeeze around him instinctively.

you laugh, giddy even as your arousal spikes and bleeds into the rest of your body, fingers finding the soft blonde of his bedhead as he ducks his head with a grin just as carefree and joyful.

[aty-art-blog]

Ok guys... even if I dunno when they will sell them... I WANT SO BAD EPEL'S TSUM TSUM😭🙏🏼

Do someone know for people from EU from what sites is better shopping twisted wonderland merch for when those will be aviable?👀