Tumgik
luvring · 1 day
Photo
Tumblr media
(Insert chainsaw revving noises here)
4K notes · View notes
luvring · 1 day
Text
when you hear the premise of saiki k is "a loner boy with amazing psychic powers is constantly hounded by people desperately wanting to be his friends" its easy to assume that its because they think his powers are awesome, but... they dont even know about his powers. they just all love his autism swag so much that theyll start crying and screaming and throwing up if hes not around
1K notes · View notes
luvring · 1 day
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Blacked out in front of my tablet and woke up with sketches of my Touchstarved mc + Kuras my beloved. woops
861 notes · View notes
luvring · 1 day
Text
Tumblr media
2K notes · View notes
luvring · 1 day
Text
“i can’t do this anymore” says a girl who is not only going to do it but do it well
28K notes · View notes
luvring · 1 day
Text
Carpe Puella - Kuroo x Reader
For the lovely @misfit-megumi because she asked so nicely. I hope you're feeling as lovely as you are!!!
A/N: Convenience store romance, pure fluff
Tumblr media
Coffee. You need coffee. And maybe some solid food to go with that liquid lifesaver, because your stomach lining is holding on for dear life.
The doors to the Konbini swish open. You put your phone away, your fingers already itching to get back to it. Installing your work email on your mobile device has simultaneously been your best and worst decision to date. You can get so much more done. But you can also get so much more done!
“Good evening,” an elderly woman greets you. You nod and smile at her. Right. You’re taking a break. Focus on the real world.
You pay for a can of iced coffee, crack it open, and take the first sip as you trudge through the store. Do you want some ice cream? Some cake? Or rather something savory?
You spot the Buldak Carbonara easily, drawn toward its inviting Logo. Your hand reaches out to take it, but someone else seems to have the same thought, your hand knocking into theirs.
“Oh,” you both say. You blink up and up and up. The guy’s tall, dark-haired, and extremely handsome. As well as beyond exhausted. He blinks tiredly back at you. 
“Long day at work?” You ask, because he looks like you feel. He nods. His eyes flicker to the can of coffee in your hand and his sudden envy is almost palpable. You offer him the can before you can fully think it through.
“Want a sip?” You ask, surprised when he takes it. His hand is warm against yours, the chill of the drink having seeped into your skin. 
His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows and your eyes are drawn to it, the milky skin above the creamy white of his shirt, the dark red of his tie. 
“Thank you.” He looks down at the can and his face turns almost sheepish. “I think I emptied it.”
“Buy me another one?” 
-
His name is Kuroo. He’s tall, even when he’s sitting next to you at the little self-serve bar, waiting for his own bowl of Buldak Carbonara to cool down. 
“What do you do for work?” He asks, slowly sipping from a new can of iced coffee. You're still twirling yours in your hands, suddenly too aware of the way your hair must look after hours of work or the fact that you didn’t have time to put make-up on this morning. You don’t know what got into you to talk to him like that. You’re not usually this forward, which explains your status of being a long-time single.
“I work for as an agent for the JSA,” you tell him, ready to launch into the usual explanation of what that abbreviation means. Instead, his head shoots up, his ridiculously attractive hair bobbing with the motion.
“JSA as in Japanese Soccer Association?” 
You blink. “You know them?”
Kuroo grins and it transforms his features, turning him from being dark, mysterious, and attractive into warm, boyish, and even more attractive. Damn your heart that stutters to a halt.
“I work for the JVA.”
You can’t help but laugh. “You’re kidding.”
“Never.” He draws a cross over his heart to emphasize before he leans in. “How did you get into Soccer?”
“My dad taught me when I was younger. He trained our Middle School team. You?”
His smile turns softer. You can almost feel how it must be for him, diving into the past.
“My dad played with me when I was a kid. And when we moved in with my grandparents, it helped me form a friendship that lasts to this day. I know it’s hard to believe but I was rather shy as a kid.”
You feel your own lips tugging upward. It’s hard to stay in a bad mood around him, it seems.
“Does Yahito-san still work for you?” You ask, dragging your chopsticks through the thickened sauce. 
“No, she left a few months ago. Maternity leave.” He digs his own chopsticks in.
“Oh? How lovely!” 
-
“This was nice,” Kuroo says, the doors of the Konbini closing behind you.
“It was.”
His number is saved in your phone and vice versa.
Inside, this had felt like something, like a moment meant to be remembered. Just like before a goal, the air had visibly shifted. But there had been no kiss, no hug, nothing but a promise to try and keep in touch.
And now, outside on the streets, your life is pulling you in again. Your phone is vibrating in your pocket. Pretty sure it’s Ego, the new Blue Lock Project is coming along nicely, almost all 300 female Strikers have been assembled. Tomorrow, Kuroo will probably be nothing but a fond memory. Someone who could have been more, but never will be.
That thought drops heavy into your stomach. You stretch out your arm and offer him your hand to shake. You won’t be able to handle a hug now, not when you know that nothing is going to come out of this anyway.
“Until we meet again,” you tell him and make sure to smile. His own smile falters but he shakes your hand, the pressure firm and reassuring.
Not even five minutes later you’re walking down the street, eyes on the sidewalk as if you’re trying not to trip. Instead, you’re forcing yourself not to turn back around.
Your phone vibrates again and you pull it out, hoping for once that it’s a call from Ego or Anri, something to keep your mind occupied.
Instead, it’s Kuroo who’s calling.
You pick up and turn around, but the sidewalk is rather crowded and you can’t make him out anywhere.
“Did you forget something?”
“Yeah.” His voice is a little breathless. “Do you want to go see a movie?”
“N-Now?” You chide yourself right away. He probably thought about sometime next week.
“Yeah.” You can hear the grin in his voice, can picture it perfectly in your mind’s eye. “Don’t move, I can already see you.” 
And just like that, he slips out from between two strangers, dark hair crowning his proud grin and the twinkle in his eyes.
“Hi!” He breathes, phone still pressed to his ear. “Do you know the term ‘Carpe Diem’?”
“Not on the top of my head, no.”
“It means seize the day. And I suppose I’m doing just that. Or, more correctly, I’m doing Carpe Puella.”
“And that would be?” You can feel your heart bubbling in your throat. This isn’t what you expected, not something you could ever dream of happening. But he’s here and he’s grinning from one ear to the other, fondness warming his dark eyes. 
“To seize the girl.” 
157 notes · View notes
luvring · 1 day
Note
NIAAAAAA
Tumblr media
okay real talk. your tags always make me smile so much I get genuinely so excited when I read through them bc they’re just so detailed and sincere??? it makes me feel so nice reading which parts specifically got you. like omg 🥹🫶🏻
I become the real life version of this meme
Tumblr media
thought i was the one hissing for a second and was like yeah so real. LOL. YAAAAYY OF COURSE!!! That's my goal Always. this of course slows down my reading/reblogging rate BUT I THINK IT'S SO IMPORTANT AND WORTH IT!!! 🥹🥹 u always excel w vry comforting prompts and some of them get such specific issues i have i sit there like Jesus. /pos. LOL lov u and ur work 4evah!!
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
6 notes · View notes
luvring · 1 day
Note
nia's having an existential crisis right now 😞🖐🏼
Tumblr media Tumblr media
moment of silence for me and the last poorly captured sighting of my necklace. the focus was really bkak so. MY PRINCESS
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
rest in peace my angel.....
4 notes · View notes
luvring · 1 day
Note
sakusa is the number one guy to have an eye on you. If you so much as sniffle, he's pulling out he emergency scarf...
So he absolutely knows when you go on your period, but he tries to phrase it in a way that makes it kess obvious that he knows.
"is it that time already?"
how fitting is it that when I started writing this, my period did too? 🥲 sorry this took so long dira, I’ve been busier with school than I thought I’d be 😭 your other requests are in the works!!
gn!reader that menstruates, no physical descriptions. fluff fluff fluff. FLUFF. cuddly reader that's somewhat shy about affection. attentive kiyoomi. making this part of my MSBY!manager!reader mini-series as a little add-on :3
sakusa swears he can pinpoint the exact moment the switch flips in your brain and you succumb to the PMS feels.
you’re cuddling with him on the couch as a movie plays in the background when you shift a little. he glances down at his chest to see you resting your chin on his sternum, eyes wide as saucers and showcasing the familiar look of affection.
he sighs fondly and rests his hand on the back of your head. "someone feeling a bit needy?"
of course you are. he's been keeping track of your cycle since the beginning of your relationship, he has everything down to a T by now. he knows your symptoms, your usual cravings, how many days in advance he'll need to stock up on supplies... and it's never brought up, because you know he'd get a bit embarrassed if he were to be called out on it, but there's an unspoken understanding that he's tuned in to you and your body.
so obviously he knows that you're PMSing. even if he hadn't been tracking things, he'd know just by the way you had to keep yourself from clinging to him at practice earlier.
for whatever reason, you seem to become almost touch-starved just before your period, despite the constant stream of physical affection he gives you everyday.
so when you nod, he just smiles down at you softly and traces a heart on the apple of your cheek. “you did so well at practice today, manager.”
he thinks back to how you made it through the day despite waking up with a bad back and some sore thighs. another clue that tipped him off about your oncoming period.
you look up at him curiously, making his heart thump a little faster at how cute you look with your cheek smushed in his palm. “shouldn’t I be the one praising you for your performance today, actual athlete?”
he snorts, something he only ever finds himself doing around you. “I hear it enough everyday. How often do you get to?”
you nuzzle into his chest and he pretends that he doesn’t notice the shy smile you’re sporting. normally he would tease you, but he finds himself feeling much, much softer for you when you’re like this.
he rubs your lower back a bit and you whine at the relief it provides. “can I get you anything, my love?”
“kiyo, if you even think of getting up right now there will be hell to pay.”
he grins and scratches your scalp with his free hand. “of course, I wouldn’t dream of it.”
you lean up for a kiss and he happily obliges.
and so you stay like that for another ten minutes, the serene silence only broken by your stomach growling. “I’m not letting you go hungry. Let’s get you something to eat, come on.”
he picks you up and helps you wrap your legs around his waist before making way to the kitchen so he can fix you a snack. he works one handed, the occupied one settled under your thighs to support you, and listens to whatever you have to say.
needy as you may be, he wouldn’t trade getting to care for you for the world.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
hope you enjoyed!
some tags: @emmyrosee @luvring @aayo-whatt
304 notes · View notes
luvring · 2 days
Text
Tumblr media
3K notes · View notes
luvring · 2 days
Text
Bloomic brainrot is strong
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Tumblr media Tumblr media
++ a few wips
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
4K notes · View notes
luvring · 2 days
Text
Tumblr media
nightowl
780 notes · View notes
luvring · 2 days
Text
Tumblr media
464 notes · View notes
luvring · 2 days
Text
Tumblr media
what if i give quest a mullet
bonus:
Tumblr media
261 notes · View notes
luvring · 2 days
Text
Tumblr media
HOW TO END THE CYCLE
628 notes · View notes
luvring · 2 days
Note
romance hour!
how would the LIs treat their partner that just never seem to think they're good enough? You know like the type of person who always apologise in any situation no matter who's at fault, they don't like talking about themself and always say "oh there's nothing interesting about me", the kind that always put themself last beneath everybody else?
Quest: handles it in a quiet, non-direct way. Will just smile and chuckle whenever you say things like that, then go out of his way later to point out something he finds incredible about you. Maybe it's the speed that you found an image source online. Maybe it's the way you feel when he pulls you against his body. Maybe it's just the way your smile brings out a smile in him every time he sees it. And, slowly but surely, you start to say those things less and less without realizing it.
Xyx: similar to Quest, in the way that he's not eager to cross boundaries and confront you on things you may be self-conscious about. When you apologize too much or unnecessarily, he'll shake his head and say something like "No need for that." and quickly move on before either of you can dwell on it. Or, maybe if you're self-disparaging, maybe he'll crack a loud joke about something silly about you that makes you both laugh to make you feel better. He's not the best with this sort of stuff, but he is trying.
Nakedtoaster: tells you directly each time that that is not true, or that you don't need to apologize. It's important to them that you see yourself exactly how they see you -- i.e., they want you to understand how important and incredible you are. They follow up with meticulous examples each time of why you aren't at fault/why you're actually pretty neat, and sometimes his insistence can be a bit embarrassing. But you're never upset by it. It does make you feel a bit better each time.
Nightowl: profusely compliments you each time it happens. It's sort of like toaster, but turned up to 11. "What are you talking about??" His incredulous look has no sarcasm behind it, and always leads into an onslaught of incredibly nice things to say about you. If you attempt to cover his mouth with your hands, he'll talk loudly through them. Nothing can stop this compliment train.
268 notes · View notes
luvring · 2 days
Text
verso books has made books on palestine, mass protests, and student rebellions free to download on their website
8K notes · View notes