yes no yes no yes no

light-of-eyllwe  asked:

Shiro and Allura having tea in a garden. And she's winking and making a move and he's all flustered. Tehe

coran found allura’s old favorite tea set that she presumed lost with the fall of altea, shiro suggested a birthday tea party, and it’s allllll downhill from here (sorry this kind of diverted from the original prompt!! i had an idea midway through sketching :x )

anonymous asked:

ily = i love yuuri

Headcanon that Victor isn’t very up-to-date with English texting lingo, and that at some point he asks someone what “ily” means and he mistakenly hears them say “I love Yuuri” instead of “I love you.” Internally, he’s like ‘ahhh that makes sense’ because, yes, everyone in Saint Petersburg loves Yuuri. It makes sense that Mila and Sara would text each other “I love Yuuri.”

So he starts texting Yuuri “ily” and Yuuri starts saying it back. Victor finds this slightly odd but also very endearing because!!! Yes!!! Yuuri loves Yuuri!!! One day they’re talking and Victor makes a note about this and Yuuri has to explain it to him and…. And Victor is shook……

anonymous asked:

Wait. Wait. Do you like Hatoful Boyfriend? *^*

((I LOVE THOSE GAMES SO MUCH, EVEN AFTER ALL THESE YEARS!! Nageki is my favorite character, though I also care a lot about Ryouta and Anghel and Kazuaki - well at least I find Kazuaki really interesting. Also, did you play Holiday Star?? That’s what made me love Nageki even more, though that was so bittersw– AUGHJSDKF))

P: You’re going to break my neck like that!! Don’t you also have an art blog for things like these??

Under (the) Cover (Vanderwood x Saeran)

For @hiniparlousblog!

Saeran shivered as he tugged the blanket closer to his face, trying to make it completely shield him in the hope that he’d become warmer. The heat had been turned up, he had a thick blanket on top of him and yet he was still freezing. It didn’t help that his head felt like a scrambled egg, accompanied by the burning pain in his face.

Saeyoung and MC had looked forward to their outing all week, and he didn’t want to be a burden, so he acted like he was alright when they left. Now as he lay on the large couch in the living room, too tired to move to his bed, he wondered if Hell would be warmer.

The sound of calm footsteps on concrete alerted him he had a visitor. He didn’t have to guess who it was; for weeks on end the same guy visited irregularly, taking care of the chaos his stupid brother and equally nutty partner created around the house. For all the times he complained about not being a maid, he sure acted like one.

Every time he came by, Saeran felt flustered. Mary was Seven’s close friend and he had helped them during… that time, but he always got nervous around him. The older man seemed to fuss a lot too which made matters worse.

This time was no different. Vanderwood walked into the living room, his arms already full with random crap he had picked up on the way, and halted when he saw Saeran on the couch.

“What the- Are you alright?” He asked, as if Saeran had broken an arm or something. The former agent dropped all things on the carpet and head towards him. As much as he wanted to, Saeran couldn’t push himself further into the couch and tried not to feel embarrassed when Vanderwood gently touched his forehead.

“…’m fine.” Saeran angrily mumbled, face half under the blanket. The cold racked through his body and made him shiver violently again, feeling goosebumps all over. Vanderwood sighed and moved away from him. When he stayed out of sight for a while, Saeran couldn’t stop himself from feeling sad - maybe he wasn’t as interesting to be around like Saeyoung.

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed with how woozy he felt, but at some point he felt the couch dip and he opened his eyes to Vanderwood kneeling next to him, holding a cup of what smelled like tea.

“Drink this, it helps.”

His gaze was warm, gentle and much too close. “…told you, I’m fine.”

“Stop being so bloody stubborn! Do you want to get better or not?” Vanderwood gave him no room to answer as he carefully lifted Saeran up until they both sat upright on the couch. Dizzy from the fever, Saeran wobbled until Vanderwood wrapped a warm arm around him to keep him steady, still holding the tea in front of him.

He hoped dearly that Vanderwood thought the blush on his face was from the illness and accepted the cup, taking small sips. The sweetness of the honey made the tea taste pleasant, and soon he had downed it all, the liquid warming him up from the inside. Vanderwood quickly put the cup on the ground and wrapped the redhead properly with the blanket.

The chills refused to leave him. Automatically, his body leaned towards the biggest source of warmth and only when his face rested on a warm and comfortable chest, hearing a heartbeat that rapidly increased in tempo, did he realize what he was doing. Saeran looked up and saw Vanderwood looking away from him, blushing as much as he was, but doing nothing to push him off. When he attempted to scoot away, the strong arm held him firmly in place.

“It’s fine. Body heat warms you up faster.” Vanderwood shifted so he was half lying, half sitting on the armrest of the couch with a cocooned Saeran on top of him.

Too sick to argue, Saeran resigned himself to the situation and felt the older man breathe in and out slowly, his head going along with the movement. As the heartbeat slowed down, his eyelids started to droop and peaceful sleep overtook him, finally feeling warm.


The heat was making him drowsy. Vanderwood browsed the Tripter app, trying to keep perfectly still. Saeran’s hair was tickling his neck, his body was glowing like a radiator, and Vanderwood’s leg was starting to get pins and needles from the weight on it but he refused to move so the younger man could get his much needed rest. Definitely Seven’s twin, matching his stubbornness and idiocy.

Saeran was muttering something in his sleep. Gently, he pushed away strands of hair from his forehead, and was met with a serene expression. The word cute drifted into Vanderwood’s mind, and he flushed for thinking so.

Excited chatter came from the hallway and like geese, Seven and MC walked in making too much noise. Shocked, they gaped at the sight of the two and Seven was about to say something most likely ridiculous, when MC slapped her hand in front of his mouth. Quickly the two of them ran off to the nearest room, excited and dismayed and all around annoying.

Vanderwood facepalmed. He was never going to hear the end of this.