ricebirdie:

Quick flat colors doodle because paz has the CUTEST dresses and i love them.

ricebirdie:

Quick flat colors doodle because paz has the CUTEST dresses and i love them.

tmirai:

emilywarrenart:

My section for the beautiful Yaoi Hands anthology zine. More info here

Omg this is wonderful in so many ways.

skepticarcher:

Break Through

New paint plus an additional detail shot - it’s kind of a tall piece so it’s hard to really get tumblr to do it much justice. There’s a slightly bigger version of it you can see as a whole here.

Available as a new print in my Society6 shop

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  • grandtheftpumpkin answered your question “It’s getting a little late to be asking this but, poll of the class:…”

    I’d say yes, as long as you don’t overtag.

    I mean. I’m not even sure I’d tag for content? But even just tagging the characters + ships to enable searching will start to turn into a fat tag paragraph, sobs. 

    dragonhusbands answered your question “It’s getting a little late to be asking this but, poll of the class:…”

    do iiiit then i can consume them all at once

    Well, that’s one vote in favor! I feel like whatever I decide it still won’t happen tonight, because I’m just not ready to format that shit on AO3, but I do keep… swaying toward it. 

    3 days ago
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  • It’s getting a little late to be asking this but, poll of the class: Would it be worthwhile to crosspost my drabbles as a story collection on AO3?

    I prefer to only post individual, self-contained fics because tagging a collection of disparate, unrelated drabbles can be such a mess, but they’re at least all for the same fandom. And at this point I have upwards of 5k words of writing in drabble form. Finding fic on tumblr can be really hard. Should I do it just so they’re neatly amassed together?

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  • If you're still doing prompts, then maybe T2 getting caught making out/doing something dirty in the clubhouse, please?
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    The door to the Sohoku clubhouse needs oil for its hinges.

    Teshima’s mouth is on Aoyagi’s, clumsy when his attention is divided between the press of their lips and the passage of his hands, skimming up under the hem of Aoyagi’s shirt to skate over his stomach, and it’s the sound of Aoyagi’s increasingly ragged breathing between kisses that falls loud against his ears until the squeak of the clubhouse door pierces through the familiar wash of sound.

    Teshima freezes up, one hand braced against Aoyagi’s hipbone and thankfully stalled out before dropping any lower. He’s sure Aoyagi has heard it too, thinks that Aoyagi can better see the clubhouse door opening behind him, but still he kisses Teshima one more time, hotly, insistently. Teshima wants to melt into Aoyagi, wants to press him closer against the wall as if that will get him out of sight, so that he isn’t sure whether it’s a need to protect Aoyagi or a need to hide that’s rising up sharper within him.

    "Club practice isn’t until this afternoon," he hears, evenly, from behind them.

    He thinks, if it were Tadokoro, that would be one thing. It would be mortifying, and Tadokoro might tease them later, but he’d be most likely to clap them on the back in near-fatherly approval, like he’s proud of their dalliances, the sly dogs that they are. Even Makishima would be likely only to laugh, that derisive bark like he isn’t at all surprised, before leaving just as abruptly as he’d come.

    But no, they had to be interrupted by Kinjou, to Teshima’s genuine shame.

    "I wasn’t expecting anyone else to be in here," Kinjou continues, as if they’re doing nothing more extraordinary than performing unexpected maintenance on their bikes. "I was hoping to look at a few records over lunch."

    Teshima feels, acutely, like he’s let their captain down.

    "If you could grab those clipboards for me?" Kinjou asks. "Since you’re here already, I’m sure you won’t mind helping me transcribe these notes."

    Teshima breaks away from Aoyagi, finally, in order to stiffly move where he’s been directed and retrieve the notes Kinjou is asking for. He catches the even, expectant stare Kinjou leaves trained on Aoyagi, until he, too, jerks into action.

    "The clubhouse is for work," Kinjou says blandly, once he’s enlisted the both of them in their delegated tasks. "I hope in the future, that’s the only task you use it for."

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  • tadomaki, moving in
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    It’s not going to be permanent, they both say, confirming it to each other because they know it can’t be.

    Tadokoro is only staying a few months. Makishima isn’t ready to move back to Japan. But Makishima meets him at the airport, bundled up against the damp and the chill when summer is coming but the day of Tadokoro’s arrival is still foul and grey, throwing their arms all the way around Tadokoro’s neck and squeezing him tight because it’s been too long since Makishima has been around anyone they are so willing to casually touch. They don’t let go for minutes enough that it should be awkward, but Tadokoro doesn’t say anything, just leaves his palms resting heavy and warm against Makishima’s back.

    They make their way to Makishima’s flat, Tadokoro tired from the flight and Makishima unexpectedly wiped from the emotional hit of Tadokoro being there, in England, real and solid and alive, so that when they get inside, rather than unpacking Tadokoro’s things or talking at all about the shape of their new (temporary) living arrangement, they both just tumble into Makishima’s big bed and sleep straight through until evening. Makishima worms up against Tadokoro in their sleep, pressed all up against his side and with their head shoved in under Tadokoro’s armpit, one of their legs hooked over Tadokoro’s knee.

    When they wake up, Makishima makes tea even though it’s evening, and Tadokoro makes dinner with groceries already in Makishima’s fridge, and instead of there being any process of moving in, it all just feels like coming home.

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  • Tadokoro's shounen rivalry with Kinjou in their first year.
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    When Tadokoro first meets Kinjou, glasses pushed up his nose like he’s so smart and all the senpais fawning over his race performance in middle school, he knows who his rival is going to be. Sure, he’s also got to prove himself to the seniors and make it onto the six-man team, but outside that, Kinjou is the guy to beat.

    He jockeys with Kinjou during practice and competes against him during class, determined to go harder and faster and stronger, to get the answer first and to beat the other boy’s scores on any test, to show that he’s just as good, no, better, at whatever they both try to do. His riding is rough and he’s not the fastest yet but this is his thing, he’s going to thrive, he’s the center of his own universe and he’s going to make a name for himself in his bike’s saddle.

    It’s only after the welcome race, when after all of Tadokoro’s pushing and grunting and yelling out in dogged determination Kinjou still slides into the position of first like it was nothing fairer than fate, that Tadokoro is forced to accept that maybe, he just isn’t the protagonist.

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