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Happy Valentine’s Day ! What better way to celebrate than by watching my (long awaited) let’s play ? :D

  • Sakuya: Good question, Mahiru.
  • Mahiru: [to Kuro] How come you don't point out when I ask good questions?
  • Kuro: ..I don't love you like he does.
  • Sakuya: Told you.

Dating with Yuri Plisetsky incluides:


-You calling him Tsukishima Kei or Ikuya Kirishima (they have the same seiyuu and the same personality, that’s the joke).

-You saying that he and Yuuri would mate cute couple just yo annoy him.

-He being a tsundere 24/7, obviously.

-When you try to hug him and/or kiss him he walks away.

-He being very jealous and overprotective.

-Few hugs on his part, he’s not Viktor.

-Bother him by saying “Russian Tinkerbell”.

-It’s basically you who have kiss him and hug him.

-He loves to see your face of confusion when he speaks to you in russian, although he never admit it because it is a tsundere.

-Also speaks dirty in russian.

-Maybe he teaches you figure skating, maybe.

  • tsunderplane: b-baka!
  • me: What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.

Hey guys, sorry for the inactivity ! School has me swamped with studying (and dying simultaneously), so I won’t be active much until the end of the semester. I’ll post the next episode of my Asagao Academy LP when I can ! 

Also, good luck to anyone else who has exams (and finals soon) :D

anonymous asked:

est ce que tu es la magical girl des rillettes ?

J’aime beaucoup les rillettes mais c’est pas trop mon identité locale tu vois. Je préfèrerais être la magical girl du pistou par exemple. Ou de l’aïoli

Concept : magical girls du sud-est. “Par le pouvoir de la Provence ! Le chant de la cigale ” “Par le pouvoir des Alpes ! attaque de l’eldelweiss éternelle” “Par le pouvoir de la côte d’azur ! puissance pétanque”

anonymous asked:

Oww feel better soon hun! How about a funny/fluffy request with GoM+ Kagami, when their respective s/o (female) dyes her hair in a similar way to theirs? (say pastel blue for Kuroko's gf). These boys have good hairdressers tbh! lots of love btw xx

omG mido’s girlfriend #rip THIS IS SO CUTE HAHA


Aomine: He was leaning against your door frame, lazily scrolling through his phone. When you opened the door, he glanced his eyes up - then down. Then, his eyes froze on your dark blue head of hair. “What the…?” He began. He moved closer to inspect the color, and gingerly lifted up a strand. “I just wanted to try something new,” you explained, blushing slightly at his touch. “You know…I kinda dig it,” Aomine said after a minute of careful observation. “Do you really?” you prodded him. His small smile broke into a cheeky smirk, “Everyone looks hotter in my hair color.” Before you knew it, he had closed your door and locked his lips onto yours, hands beginning to muss up your hair. 

Midorima: Midorima dropped his book on the table with a clang, as you joined him in the library one Monday morning. Your face flushed from embarrassment. You knew it looked bad; it was an accident for Oha Asa’s sake! Except the dye had turned a familiar emerald green, reminiscent of your boyfriend’s shade of hair. “Your hair,” he managed to hiss out, after he picked up his book and composed himself. “It was an accident!” you blurted out, earning shushes from around you. Your boyfriend looked fed up with your shenanigans, and he got up from the table, dragging you outside with him. “Is this some sort of joke?” he demanded once you were both outside. “I know it looks bad,” you cringed, “but I swear it w-” A surprising hand caressed your locks. “It doesn’t look bad,” he whispered, eyes clearly avoiding yours. Your heart soared at this small statement from your usually tsundere boyfriend. “I..was going for a teal,” you admitted meekly. “I heard green is your lucky color this month,” he said finally, stroking your hair. In tsundere, which Midorima speaks fluently, that means I like it. “I guess I’ll keep it then.” 

Akashi: “____?” The voice of your boyfriend caught you off guard at the local shopping mall. Shoot, you thought. How’d he know it was me? “Sei!” You greeted with false enthusiasm, as if you weren’t just shopping for clothes to wear on your anniversary with your newly dyed hair for the occasion. It was intended to be a surprise, but Seijuro was just too good at unraveling surprises even before you could fully execute them. “What are you doing here?” you asked, in an effort of normalcy. Your hands subconsciously pulled your beanie lower down your forehead, hiding hints of red peeking from your baby hairs. “I was browsing for an item that should remain a secret to you ____,” he coolly responded with a flash of a smile. “Shall we browse the stores together?” he suggested, and with what you hoped to be a casual nod, you fell into step beside him. Suddenly, Seijuro turned towards you and stopped. “What is that?” His slender hands caught a small red baby hair, tugging it like how a child does to its mother’s shirt. It was such a childish action for him. His eyes roamed yours, and they melted of understanding. You were both in the middle of a crowded shopping mall, but when his eyes looked at you like that, when they blazed crimson with desire, you just melted in their pools. “Can I see your hair, beautiful?” he whispered, and you nodded gently, as he pulled off your black beanie. His eyes lit up at the sight and you realized how strange the sight must’ve been to strangers. “Happy one year, Sei.” 

Murasakibara: “You look like cotton candy,” he murmured, one hand resting on your head and the other holding onto his lollipop. “You’re the original cotton candy head,” you shot back, clearly annoyed by the food references you were receiving from Atsushi. So far, he only complimented the lavender color by comparing it to grape Hi-Chew, cotton candy, and his favorite pastel purple cupcakes. “____-chin, so mean!” he whined petulantly, mussing up your hair. You were about to give him the silent treatment, because you just wanted to watch your favorite TV show until he brought out his phone in front of you. “Let’s take a selfie and compare ourselves to cotton candy then!” he suggested, snapping various photos of you both and then compiling them into squares next to cotton candy. “Atsushi, that’s embarrassing,” you whined, rolling your eyes. Deep down, however, you couldn’t hide the hilarity behind  the scene. It didn’t help that Murasakibara captioned his photo, “Cotton Candy Heads,” and tagged Midorima, commenting “What’s up carrot head? From cotton candy heads.” 

Kise: His expression was one of visible surprise, then joy, when you emerged from his hairdresser. “_____-cchi, you look great!” he exclaimed, taking the liberty to scan you up and down. He then proceeded to hug you and swing you into a circle around the room, causing laughter from the other hairdressers. “____ is ready to attend the dinner with you,” your stylist winked, and you blushed because you were not bright enough for this hairstyle, you were too shy, too insecure, but as you looked at the mirror, all negative thoughts vanished. “Woah,” you whispered, analyzing every strand of your newly styled hair. “That’s what I think when I always see you,” a familiar voice said from behind. Kise’s arms encircled tightly around your waist, pulling you closer to his musky scent. “I like the blonde,” he said, nuzzling his nose against it. 

Kuroko: You two more consistently became confused for siblings, even twins, once you dyed your hair a similar pastel blue. But now, as he sat, lovingly tangling his fingers at your scalp and pulling you close in the confines of his room, there was nothing platonic about your relationship. “This is gorgeous on you, _____,” he said, eyes taking you in - all of you. “I was feeling winter-y,” you admitted. The pale shades of your hair brought out your color more vividly, yet reminded you of gentle, blue snow. It was a symbol of Kuroko, and whenever you looked at your hair, you were reminded of his soft presence. “Maybe I should dye my hair,” your boyfriend joked, considering the option for a bit in his brain. “No!” you impulsively responded, and he laughed - a cheerful, soft chuckle that warmed you up from the inside. “But I’ll like you regardless of how you looked,” you recovered, taking your hands to stroke his hair. “I know, ______. I know.” 

Kagami: Kagami nearly dropped the chicken that he was preparing for dinner when you stepped inside his apartment. Your hair was a vibrant red, and resembled every shade of his - down to the ombre. Yet, you carried it with such grace that he couldn’t help but be awestruck by it. But, then came the question: why? “B-babe,” he managed to stutter out, setting the chicken on the stove. You raised a sharp eyebrow at him, then at the chicken. “The chicken’s getting cold, babe.” He ignored the chicken, and called out to you again. “Babe, what’s with the hair?” he asked nervously. He was afraid if was one of your ways of passive aggressively telling him you disliked his hair, as you did with his muscle tees that exposed the entirety of his chest. “It was a dare,” you responded, bringing the chicken into the oven. You heard him breathe a sigh of relief. “Oh god, I thought you hated my hair or something.” You rolled your eyes. “Taiga, not everything in this world is about you.” You swore that Kagami was SUCH a drama queen sometimes. 

Hana reads your submissions ! (700+ follower celebration)

You guys voted and this was the top choice, so send in your submissions either to my ask box or submit box ! I’ll only be doing quotes, shitposts, Asagao Academy-related comics/textposts, and (maybe) answering some questions. There’s no deadline (I’ll start recording once I stop receiving stuff), so send in whatever you want :D

(Also, for those of you who are wondering about my Asagao Academy let’s play…I’m getting to it, don’t worry ! I’m waiting on something from someone right now, so it’ll take some time ehehe)