koala mom

skinship hcs with rowoon

no one asked for this but i started thinking about it and i wanted to write it down

  • touchy!!!! baby!!!!!
    • wants to be touching u at all time even if it’s just ur shoulders next to each other 
  • congrats if ur dream job was to be someone’s chin/arm rest, consider this a dream come true
    • will just casually rest his arm around your shoulders whenever
  • forehead kisses all the time
    • does it when he thinks you’re sleeping but sometimes it’s just. sike caught him being a cheesy fuck
  • not one for anything more than light pecks in public
    • prefers to keep making out and stuff in private
    • he’s not overly affectionate in public unless he thinks someone is hitting on u then it’s Koala mode activated
      • his mom should’ve named him saran wrap bc boy is he clingy
  • eskimo kisses!!!!! all the time!!!!!
  • so giggly when he kisses u half the time
    • ‘what are u laughing at rowoon’ ‘nothing’ *continues to giggle*
  • rests his head on top of your head
  • more for putting his arms around your shoulders/waist than holding hands
  • sometimes in the morning he wakes u up by kissing your face everywhere except your lips
  • overall,, the cutest bf A+ 11/10

anonymous asked:

Will we ever know what Noya and Asahi did in the kitchen on Game Night when Asahi came out blushing??? CAN YOU TELL US WHAT HAPPENED ON GAME NIGHT WHEN ASAHI CAME OUT BLUSHING PLS I'M JUST A CURIOUS SOUL (who really likes AsaNoya)

Sure let’s take a looksy…

“Just pretend I’m not here, Asahi-san!” Nishinoya grinned up into Asahi’s face as he carried him to the kitchen. His arms tightened around his back, “Pretend you are a Koala and I’m your baby and you have to do Koala mom things like cook shoyu ramen for the family!”

“Uhm…” Asahi gulped. “I’ll try…”

“Hey Asahi-san!”

“How am I supposed to pretend you’re not here when you are talking?”

Nishinoya laughed, “How tall were you in high school, Asahi-san?”

“Uh…” Asahi walked- stiff legged- to the kitchen’s refrigerator. “I think I was 186 my third year…”

“And how tall are you now?”

“I haven’t checked…” Asahi opened the refrigerator and peered inside. It was difficult to concentrate with the man hanging off of him. His arms were tight at his back and his chest and thighs were flush to his. It was… distracting.

And terrifying.

Little bit.

“Wh-what about you, Noya? How tall were you in high school?” He grabbed a carton of eggs from the refrigerator and then carried it over to the kitchen island.

“I was 161.3 cm my third year!” he loosened his hold and leaned back slightly, gripping Asahi’s sides with both hands. “And now I’m 166.4 cm. And still growing! Well… hopefully.”

Asahi smiled, “It’s possible. My cousin didn’t stop growing until he was twenty-five.”

“How tall is he now?”

“Uh… about 204 I think…”

“Holy shit! You’re from a family of giants, Asahi-san!”

“I suppose…” Asahi struggled to focus on gathering ingredients for Hanamaki’s shoyu ramen, but he couldn’t seem to remember how to make it…

Nishinoya stared down at their connected feet, leaning back further.

“Hey Asahi-san,” he said after a moment’s hesitation.

He gulped, “Y-yeah?”

“Do you miss playing volleyball?”

They fell silent. Asahi examined the flop of blonde hair in the center of Nishinoya’s bangs.

He inhaled deeply and then hummed, “I miss it. From time to time.”

“Do you wish you would’ve gone to university and continued playing?”


Nishinoya lifted his eyes, which were wide at the admission, “No? Why not?”

Asahi smiled, “Volleyball was never something I had intended to do for my whole life. I miss it, and wish I could play again with my old team. But… it would be different in university. The good feelings I had when playing in high school would be different.”

“Maybe they’d be better!”

“Maybe. But my high school career was pretty satisfying, you know? We went to nationals… we played against strong teams and held our own. We made a name for ourselves as a school and team.”

“Yeah but…” Nishinoya furrowed his brows, “If you went to university, we could have played on the same team.”

Asahi laughed, “I don’t know… I kinda liked having you as an opponent.”

“Eh, why? Weren’t you really frustrated when you played against us at nationals?”

“That’s why.”

Nishinoya’s eyes widened and he let out a laugh, “That’s why? You’re weird, Asahi-san.”

He flushed, “I don’t think it’s weird. You continually picked up on my spikes like they were nothing. It was frustrating and I had to find new ways to avoid you. It was… kinda exciting.”

Nishinoya grinned and he leaned forward again, wrapping his arms around Asahi’s back tightly. “Well… I’m a pretty exciting guy, I guess. Or so I’ve been told.”

Asahi stared over the top of his head, swallowing the lump that formed in his throat, “W-well. You know. Volleyball is more fun when you’re playing against strong opponents. Getting rejected over and over again like that just kind of… made me more passionate about the game, I think. And finally scoring that winning point was way more satisfying than if I had had an easy time of it.”

Nishinoya dug his chin into Asahi’s chest, “You just had to remind me of my loss, didn’t you?”


Nishinoya was silent for a moment and Asahi struggled to calm his racing heart.

Calm down, calm down, calm down.

He’s going to hear you, idiot!

Stupid heart. Stupid weak heart.

“I guess it was pretty fun being on different teams,” Nishinoya admitted. “But playing on the same team would’ve been great too.”


“Then I could watch your spikes up close.”

Asahi’s heart jumped.

“On the other side of the net, I’m just concentrating on where the ball is going to go. I don’t get the full effect of a spiker unless I can see them from all angles.”

“Ah… oh… uhm…”

“Asahi-san, aren’t you supposed to be making Takahiro some ramen?”

“R-right!” Asahi whipped around and Nishinoya held on tight. “Uhm, let’s see… shoyu ramen. Shoyu ramen…” he chewed on his bottom lip as he went to the stove and flipped on a burner. “How do you make shoyu ramen…”

Nishinoya laughed, “Hold up, Asahi-san, let me help too!” He turned on his feet until his back was pressed to his chest.

Calm down! Calm down! Asahi commanded his panicking heart.

“Okay just tell me what to do!” Nishinoya leaned back against him and Asahi’s mind overloaded a tiny bit.

“Uhm… Uhm… well… I guess we need to make some soft boiled eggs…” Asahi turned back towards the kitchen island and Nishinoya let out a yelp when he almost fell off of his feet.

“Careful, Asahi-san,” Nishinoya grabbed his forearms and dragged them around his middle. “You need to hold on to me now.”

AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! Asahi screamed inwardly.


“Okay, I’ll be the hands,” Nishinoya wiggled his fingers in front of him. “Tell me what to do, Asahi-san.”

Have mercy.

Uhm, okay… let’s get the ingredients then…”

For the next fifteen minutes, Asahi directed Nishinoya on how to make the meal, laughing loudly every time something went horribly wrong. After Nishinoya dropped the mixing spoon for the fourth time, he bent to pick it up and accidentally pulled Asahi down with him, resulting in the taller man slamming his forehead down on the counter. The two collapsed to the ground, shrieking laughter.

Nishinoya lay back on Asahi’s chest, spreading his arms wide on either side as he cackled towards the ceiling. Asahi removed one arm from around his middle and rubbed his stinging forehead, chuckling.

“Sorry, Asahi-san!” Nishinoya snickered. “I was expecting you to let go of me.”

“Ah… it’s okay. It doesn’t hurt too bad.”

“That’s good then.”

For long seconds, neither of them moved. Asahi closed his eyes, momentarily marveling in the warm, solid weight of the body spread over the top of his and thinking that it fit just perfectly against him.

After a minute, Nishinoya’s low voice spoke, “You know Asahi-san…”


“I think I’ve gotta disagree with you.”

Asahi opened his eyes, “On what?”

“Rejection. You said it made you more passionate about the game, right?”

“Oh… yeah…”

“I disagree,” his voice lowered even more. “Rejection… is terrifying.”

Asahi’s mouth went dry.

Because yeah…

It really was, wasn’t it?

“Yo! Time’s up, you guys can come-” Tanaka stepped into the kitchen and then stared across the kitchen to where the two lay on the floor. “Am I… interrupting?”

“Yeah! Apologize!” Nishinoya laughed and rolled off of Asahi. “Look at that, Asahi-san! We made it without having to take a drink!”

“Ah… I might need one anyway,” Asahi mumbled.

“Yeah. Me too.”

I guess I’m kind of neglectful when it comes to AsaNoya, aren’t I? That’s my bad. I think I have a hard time writing Asahi’s character. He’s got about the polar opposite personality than my own so it’s difficult to dig deep and try to figure out how he thinks and acts. I don’t want to make him into a big bumbling coward, but I also don’t want to write him really out of character. It’s a struggle to find the middle ground.

Well anyway, I hope this is good enough? Kinda cute. Kinda sad. Thank god everything worked out for these precious Babes. Oh and my musical “inspiration” for this scene is this Song. If you want to check it out.


no, the machine in question is not a car seat or public-restroom diaper changing station.


We at Koala Banzai take pride in our delivery services. Our Bento boxes stay securely fasten in our shock proof koala mom crates, preserving both the visual aesthetics of our food and the recommended temperature of the rice. 

Koala banzai is a local business, hiring local workers. We are rolling out our new double crate service robot carts and our new hiring policies to allow high schoolers to become part of our professional and responsible working force, what could go wrong? 


Safe subject matter: girls and robots. I knew I wanted to use those airport cars as ref and a girl riding the vehicle. cool? but what’s the catch? the story? I added sushi to it and then the logo of the company. 

It’s a koala hugging a sushi roll instead of a tree. So grabbing or hugging was a theme. I used the “hug” theme on the robot, except that it let go of the thing it was holding onto. It’s simple but at least I hope it’s visually interesting. The teenage pilot is having a blast. - Gabo

anonymous asked:

Tim and Damian being de-aged and being tiny koalas to Jay and Dick's back and slapping each other as soon as they can reach.

OH NOOOOOOOOOOO. askljdljfafa OHMYGOSH I can see them just glaring at each other while just hanging off of their respective koala moms and Jay and Dick are just TRYING TO HAVE A NICE CONVERSATION ABOUT THE PAINS OF BEING BROTHERS and they have to be careful not to get too close because the last time they did that, Damian knocked out one of Tim’s baby teeth, and Damian still has a bald spot from Tim.

then they get to grow up and Dick and Jay have to put the two boys on baby leashes and Dami’s is a bat (obv) and Tim’s gets to be a lion because he is braver than Damian, no matter what Damian says.