They fell down a hole, don’t you remember? lol i am. very sad.
They fell down a hole, don’t you remember? lol i am. very sad.
okay but i forgot abt the fucking. pon farr scene in search for spock
Just realized the censored parts of Spamtons dialogue could be any cuss word when ive just been replacing all of them with “fuck” and “fucking”
someone’s super clingy
also pro-tip from my great grandma specifically for mandu making but more generally if you're making something that requires excess water to be squeezed out of tofu or I guess another food. wrap it in cheesecloth and put it in a top-loading washing machine and put it on spin ONLY. this is her secret to draining tofu and I am giving it to you all for FREE use this wisdom wisely...
hey. they took out max fried while I wasn't looking
Uuuughghhhh why is it -so- hard to work out what a room in a scene looks like and where everyone is in proportion to one another??? Like i really struggle with it so i rarely care and just wing it but. Im trying to draw this specific moment. And its KIND OF proving impossible. Both because my ability to draw rooms and perspective isnt top notch but also because!!! I cant figure out what works and what is actually happening!! Like im sure the fic author has a fairly clear idea in head, its clear and consistent enough on details that matter to the story but!!!! Im having such a hard time making it a visually appealing and 100% accurate scene i decided i wanna do.... UGH yes ive been stalling for close to 10 hrs on this while i COULD have been finishing like the other inktobers but nooooo i have no more now than i did yesterday and that sucks bc i really kinda wanted to have them to post by Saturday :(((((
only brayden could pull that off
some umbrella scene hands
OIKAGE (Oikawa Tooru/Kageyam Tobio)
Summary: Tooru wouldn’t call himself a jealous man, but what’s his is his you see. He felt his irritation grow ever more as that blond bastard Tobio fondly calls a friend, Miya-san, drape an arm over his Tobio’s shoulders.
FOR: @sherathelesbianprincess who req. oikage with jealous!oikawa, i hope you like this !!! 💕💕💕
Tooru wouldn’t call himself a jealous man, but what’s his is his you see. He felt his irritation grow ever more as that blond bastard Tobio fondly calls a friend, Miya-san, drape an arm over his Tobio’s shoulders. (Can’t forget the honorific, okay. There’s a difference between his san and Miya-san’s.)
Tooru harrumphs and taps angrily at the table. He watches as Miya whispers into Tobio’s ear and then side-eye him as if he’s the one crashing the date. He clears his throat obnoxiously loud.
“Everything okay, Oikawa-san,” his beloved asks, head tilted and eyebrows scrunched up.
“Yeah, everything okay, Oikawa-san,” the annoyance says, an air of smugness surrounding him.
“Everything’s fine—“ he leans back in his seat and tilts his head back, looking down at the blond “—but doesn’t Miya-chan have to go? Didn’t you say someone was waiting for you?”
“Ah, he’s right. I don’t want to keep you, Miya-san.”
Miya flaps a hand dismissively, “Eh, it’s Osamu , so he can wait, besides, hanging out with Tobio-kun is more fun!”
Tooru feels his blood boil at the use of Tobio’s name.
How dare this punk act so fucking familiar.
His patience wears down, and he’s ready to go off when he sees Tobio frown. “That’s rude, Miya-san. You shouldn’t make Osamu-san wait.”
Yeah! Tell him, Tobio-chan! Wait, did he just—
“Osamu-san? Why do you call my brother by his first name and not mine,” Miya whines.
Tooru hates that he’s agreeing with Miya about how Tobio calls them because what?!
“You don’t even call me by my first name, Tobio-chan!”
Tobio’s eyes bounce between him and Miya as if he’s watching an intense volleyball game. His brows furrow and his cheeks puff up as his signature scowl appears, “I can’t call you both Miya-san, Miya-san, and Oikawa-san is Oikawa-san.” A pink tint blooms on Tobio’s scowling face, it’s adorable.
“Tch, couldn’t you call me Atsumu and him Miya-san? I knew you before him!”
“He barely knows you,” Tooru cuts in.
“Wouldn’t you say he barely knows you then, Oikawa-san,” Miya tuts, wagging a finger in Tooru’s face. He’s tempted to grab it and bend it, but he’ll be the mature one and not do anything. (See, Tobio-chan, he can be nice!)
“It’s more out of habit than anything else,” Tobio adds, looking between them. “We should get going as well. I think the waitress has been thinking about how to kick us out for the pass five minutes.”
And sure enough, when Tooru looks around Miya’s shoulder there was the waitress looking at them with the check in hand. He makes sure to put on his most dazzling of smiles and waves her over. Tooru swats at Tobio’s hand when it looks like the younger would reach for his own wallet, “You paid last time, Tobio-chan. I get this one.”
“What a god boyfriend,” Miya coos.
“That’s right, I’m his good boyfriend.”
Tooru felt glee when Miya’s smug face fell and his own scowl appeared.
Take that you bastard.
“Whatever, it was nice seein’ ya, Tobio-kun. I’ll text ya the next time I’m here, so we can hang, okay.”
The damn blond has the audacity to hug Tobio and place an inconspicuous kiss on Tobio’s round head.
Tooru slaps the payement down—he probably left more than he should have—and rounds the table to throw Miya’s arm off and pull Tobio to him. “Nice seeing you, Miya-san, but we should get going! Goodbye!”
He makes a hasty retreat with Tobio in tow.
“Ah, wait, Oi-Oikawa-san! Bye, Miya-san! Tell Osamu-san I say hello, please!”
Tooru can barely hear Miya’s reply over the bustling restaurant, but he’s still irritated from having to hear it in the first place.
“Are you alright, Oikawa-san?”
“I’m fine, Tobio-chan. Let’s get you home before it gets late.”
“Wait,” Tobio comes to a halt and grasps at his wrist. “You’re mad, why?”
“I’m not mad.”
“You are, though!”
“I’m not mad, Tobio-chan!”
Tobio’s brows furrow and lips form a cute pout. “Tooru.”
“That’s unfair! Why can’t you call me by my first name in front of him?! Ughh, Tobio-chan!”
Tooru is so overwhelmed from his jealousy, how cute Tobio looks, and the use of his first name that he reaches over and squishes Tobio’s cheeks. “You’re so annoying, Tobio-chan!”
“Ah, you’re jealous,” is all Tobio says, well, it’s more garbled, but Tooru understands the words. He’s fluent in Tobio after all.
“So what if I am! He was all over you!”
“Miya-san’s affectionate is all. Besides, I’m dating you.”
Affectionate my ass!
“Damn right, you’re dating me! I’m your boyfriend not Miya!”
Tooru narrows his eyes at the placating tone Tobio uses, but his righteous fury burns out when Tobio plants a kiss on his cheek with a declaration of how he’s his boyfriend and not Miya-san.
His jealously summers, yet he can’t help but throw an arm over Tobio’s shoulders like Miya did because—
My boyfriend, my Tobio.
The time spent just for Karube's arm and hand is..... too long.