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little animation i made (exercise classes feel like a rhythm heaven game)
STILL THE SAME — MIYA ATSUMU.
“baby, before ya get mad—”
“atsumu, do i even want to hear it?” you sigh, pinching your nose and exhaling. he pouts, looking at you with curled lips and furrowed brows as you stare back unimpressed.
atsumu asking you not to get mad is almost always a headache-inducing scheme that probably takes a few years off your life, and you’re not really in the mood to test your mortality for your handful of a husband at the moment. but something tells you he’s not going to drop it any time soon, so you simply sigh before motioning for him to continue.
“okay, i’m ready,” you say warily, “spit it out before i get a migraine.”
“i…uh, i can’t find ma weddin’ ring,” he says quietly, fiddling with his fingers as he refuses to meet your eyes. you blink, processing his words before they really register.
oh.
and now that you look closely, there’s almost a slight tremble to his lips, the tiniest wobble that he tries to fight back as he meets your eyes with glossy ones of his own. and suddenly, your heart clenches as you take a step forward and cup his cheek.
“aw, tsum,” you murmur, tracing the soft skin of his cheek with your thumb, reaching to pinch his nose affectionately with your other hand, “that’s okay. we can go find you a new one, a fancier one this time now that we have more—”
“but ‘ts not the same,” he sniffles, pouting at you deeper as he leans his face closer into your hand.
atsumu proposes to you the night before his first msby game, just a young rookie player with the beginning of a career beneath his feet. he accidentally blurts out please marry me when you squeal over his new jersey, and when you pause, shock clear on your face as you shakily whisper that’s not fair, tsum, he pulls out a ring from his pockets like he’s been waiting for this moment for weeks.
and he has—he’s young and hasn’t even made a decent earning yet, doesn’t even fully know how his credit score works, still calls his mother to ask how to start the laundry machine, but he knows he wants to marry you like he knows the ball will be ready for his teammates to spike as long as he’s on the court.
so you kiss him in your dingy little living room, tearfully pulling him close after you whisper yes, and he slides the best diamond he can afford with his carefully earned savings onto your finger. it’s the same ring that he’s been trying to lump together enough money to buy, the one he’s had his heart set on for a while now. and when you blow him a small kiss from the bleachers before his turn to serve the next day, the slight glimmer of the ring catching his eye, he brings you home the most service aces of the game.
and he’s come a long way since then—a starting setter for a v. league division one team, sponsorship offers left and right, magazine covers as a well-known athlete, an olympic champion. you’ve watched him grow, watched him beam proudly as you move into a larger home, one with fancy windows and hardwood floors, but you watch him stay the same atsumu you fall in love with when you’re just figuring out how the world works and where you fall in it.
he’s still the same atsumu who snores too loud and hogs the blanket, the same atsumu who can’t cook to save his life but makes you the best cup of coffee you’ve ever had, the same atsumu who wears mismatched socks and never checks his pockets before he puts his pants in the laundry. he’s still the same atsumu who calls his brother a scrub but helps clean the onigiri miya tables during closing hours on his way home from practice, the same atsumu who sometimes gets homesick and misses his mom after he calls her every morning, the same atsumu who never falls asleep without pressing a kiss to your forehead and whispering i love you no matter how mad you are at each other before bed.
so you smile, squeeze his cheeks together as he looks at you miserably, pressing scattered kisses across his face like the sun meets your lips with each one.
“did you check the bathroom counter,” you raise a brow, giggling when his face flushes a light shade of crimson.
“i might’ve forgotten about that one,” he chuckles sheepishly, “ya might not want ta go in the bedroom for a while—’s a mess in there.”
“you tore up our whole bedroom before checking there?” you roll your eyes, making the pout return from earlier. and he’s still the same atsumu who makes your veins pop and your eyes roll, the same atsumu who’s as stubborn as he is obnoxious, the same atsumu who makes you question your choices at least three times a day—but you think he’s worth it when his eyes meet yours and the breath gets knocked from your lungs.
“i’ll clean it,” he defends, “ya’ll be able ta eat off the floor when ‘m done in there.”
“we’ll be lucky if we still have a floor anymore when you’re done trying to clean,” you snort, pinching his cheek as he scowls at you. and with a playful roll of his eyes, he plants two warm hands on your waist, familiar and safe as they pull you flush against a sturdy chest.
miya atsumu, when he kisses you just as sweetly as the first time, as the night he proposes to you, as the day he marries you, as he did last night and the night before that, reminds you just why you said yes all those years ago.
“don’t be mean,” he grumbles, making you laugh as you wrap your arms around his neck, “if i lose ma ring, ya’ll have no proof ‘m yer husband. what then?”
“then i’ll do this so everyone knows you’re my husband,” you wink cheekily before pressing another kiss to his lips, smiling into them as he melts against you with a soft sigh.
for my love sayu's champagne kisses collab @tahdashii !! sjdsdfh technically it's about a wedding ring instead of an actual wedding but i hope it counts sobsob
© hanmas do not plagiarize, repost, translate to other sites, or recommend on platforms outside tumblr such as tik tok
Building Number Twenty-Seven
Summary:
Everyone was watching him, and it made him cry even harder. He was angry at himself. They were staring because he was crying. If he stopped crying, they would stop staring. He knew that. He wanted them to stop staring. But he couldn’t ever make his body do what it was supposed to. He tried his best to avoid getting snot on his shirt. He was pretty sure it was his only shirt, now. He didn’t want it to be all snotty.
This is the story of Clive’s first monster surge, when his family took shelter in the Geller Estate.
This drawing base by @albanenechi was too perfect for Nohrian siblings so ofc I had to draw them immediately
every like is a minute she stays on the microwave
TYSM YOU MADE MY DAY
I LOVE HER OUTFIT
Know what's on the menu? Me-N-U
Srry its so cringe
Hupe you are feeling better
Here have a flower🌹
You're so very sweet! I really like my flower. I made some changes to my outfit to better match my new accessory.
Also sorry it took so long to answer. I've been busy having a mental break down. ✌️
Have this cruddy doodle of Eve as an apology.
Modern TGCF
I've tried to make a little comic of modern hualian ♥
It was quite long to draw, I'm way too perfectionist T-T
English isn't my native language. I apologize for any mistake.
(Sorry for the late post here. Tumblr became so quite lately. I've migrated to Twitter and Instagram ;-; I'll try to keep posting things here as long as there're people following me.)
Oh my goodness this looks so cute!!!
I'm going insane, does anyone remember the fancomic of clark kent becoming a comic artist and just draws cats for the daily planet? it has bruce wayne in it and he gives clark a peptalk???
I've been trying to find it for ages but I can't!! find!! it!!
yeah i like them a normal amount (mentally deranged)
This is so cute! Also mine is pretty accurate except I’m only laid back when I feel like it, I can be very not laid back. Also patience depends on the person for me.
but all of the possible matches go with me and the person I like so….
Fun little quiz
I love this, so cutee. I made myself (except I have darker hair and acne 😔)
Starting new picrew bc I find this one super cute and pretty so lets go! LINK
No pressure tag @wyvernslovecake @bby-deerling @nina-ya @ringdabel @im-stuck-in-fandom-hell and everyone who wants to join! 💛
The beginning of Joly and Bossuet’s friendship .↓
“ If he had a mistress, he speedily discovered that he had a friend also.”
So I guess that Musichetta used to be Bossuet’s girlfriend but Joly stole her ………..At last they became the best friend .(WTF)
Sonic is a god himself you presented our boss with a g o d !!!
ALSO YOUR DRAWINGS ARE HELLA CUTE SHSHSHSHSHSHHS YOURE TOO SWEET WHAT IS THI S IMSOSHSHSHSHHSHS
Last night I had this dream where I was in this office and @eggg-salad presented the Mona Lisa and @tani-animate presented starry night to tumblr (our boss) and I just awkwardly held up this image:
You guys are fucking awesome. The gods of drawing. *takes notes*
