You look sad, don't be worried. It's all okay, let us meet again, over and over.
doodles after watching the movie! 🐱🐦⬛
Stellarium Dress
My original plan was to paint a planetarium dress with the Solar System as the main focus, but I got so carried away with making the dress go woooosh that the composition no longer works for a Solar System lol. I'm still happy with how this one turned out, and I still get to paint the actual planetarium dress later ahahaha The full hours long video recording, HD image, and PSD file will be DMed on my Patreon on March 3rd
Drawing a randomly generated Haikyuu character (almost) every day until I give up
87. Tsukishima Kei
autumn is akaashi's favorite season. the summer heat ebbs away into a pleasant chill, the crisp air foreshadowing colder months ahead. despite this, he's always liked the warmth in the trees as amber hues provide a stark contrast against the ashen sky. but most of all, he looks forward to seeing your face light up as he hands you your favorite hot drink.
"you didn't have to," you utter, yet the way your eyes sparkle says otherwise.
"but i wanted to," he replies swiftly.
he watches you raise the cup to your lips and take a tentative sip, warmth spreading from the top of his head to his toes when you hum contendedly. akaashi's smile is hidden behind his scarf, but the crinkle of his eyes betrays him.
your lips quirk upwards when you notice his subdued giddiness. "thank you, keiji."
the crunch of dry leaves accompanies the sound of your voice. akaashi thinks he quite enjoys this—spending autumn evenings wandering aimlessly while listening to you talk about your day. when the wind picks up, he interlaces his fingers with yours and slips his other hand into his coat pocket, feeling the extra pair of mittens that he keeps for you.
and just as the leaves fall every year without fail, akaashi falls for you time and time again.
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it’s saturday morning, and his eyes trace the outline your figure beneath the bedsheets. you look like a sculpture with the way the fabric hugs your curves—you surely belong in a gallery, he thinks, incomparable to any other artwork.
the early morning sun spills on the bed, a soft golden glow illuminating the both of you. it’s finally a lazy day, a day to sleep in, yet here he is, watching the gentle rise and fall of your chest as you rest peacefully beside him.
oh, how lucky he is.
as the sun rises higher, he reaches out to touch your face; his fingers lightly skim across your cheek, drinking in your beauty. you are absolutely ethereal, your presence alone providing both comfort in his heart and butterflies in his stomach.
maybe that’s why he calls you his angel. you came into his life and only made it better, made it sweeter, made it brighter. you saved him from himself.
and everyday—like this, with the sight of you next to him—he’s reminded daily just how lucky he is to be infinitely yours.
tetsuro kuroo, keiji akaashi, koushi sugawara, hajime iwaizumi, daichi sawamura, osamu miya, shinsuke kita, atsumu miya, tooru oikawa, your fav <3
a/n: i thought of this when i was rotting in bed this morning and saw this pin. i love cuddly mornings
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