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• moon. she/her. requests : closed •

[inns4ei]

𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 *:･ﾟ✧ 有情饮水饱，无情食饭饥

— pisces. 21. hufflepuff. ispf-t.

— sideblog where I post my manga colorings.

— I do not allow unauthorised reposts.

requests : CLOSED

I do not put any watermark on my colorings because, well, they're just colorings. but still, please don't steal as it take time and effort, and all of them are close to my heart. if you want to use them as icon or header, put the credits somewhere ☆

last but not least, please be kind (´｡• ᵕ •｡`)

[that-damn-virgo]

Ch 179: Feelings for Elder Brother, Feelings for Younger Brother / Natalie Diaz: A Brother Named Gethsemane

[that-damn-virgo]

Selfship Tuesday! let's create a moodboard with our favs (ෆ`꒳´ෆ)

(1) a song that describe ur relationship. (2) your color palettes together. (3) fav place to go on dates. (4) ur zodiac sign. (5) the kiss picrew! (6) their zodiac sign. (7) their profession. (8) height comparison. (9) your profession.

Me x Taiju ♡

tagging: @inns4ei. @germanpansexual + you! (@bunveh your height comparison post with kaveh triggered the idea in my head ♡)

[inns4ei]

me × oikawa

ahhh this is so cute 😭😭😭 I had too much fun doing this<3

[inns4ei]

tried something new <3

reference

[that-damn-virgo]

—upper moons as seven deadly sins ⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚

—inspired by ☆ 𖤓

[that-damn-virgo]

—upper moons as seven deadly sins ⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚

—inspired by ☆ 𖤓

[that-damn-virgo]

Cyclotron, @that-damn-virgo

[inns4ei]

i tried okay </3

[that-damn-virgo]

make your blog into cream soda || picrew (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

★ Mine is Macha vanilla

tagging: @inns4ei make yours!

[inns4ei]

this is absolutely the cutest picrew (*´-`)

I'll name mine ice candy (>.<)y-~

[that-damn-virgo]

obamitsu x until I found you— stephen sanchez *:･ﾟ♡

[that-damn-virgo]

obamitsu x until I found you — stephen sanchez *:･ﾟ♡

[that-damn-virgo]

★ Tokyo Manji Gang (東京卍會)

╰┈➤ "All for One, One for All. Toman."

The Tokyo Manji Gang, often abbreviated as Toman, is a biker gang based in Shibuya, Tokyo. It was known for its honorable ideals and beliefs that contributed to its goal of establishing a new golden era for delinquents in the Kanto region— ☆

[that-damn-virgo]

tenacity ★

[that-damn-virgo]

Girls ⁽⁽ଘ( ˊᵕˋ )ଓ⁾⁾

[that-damn-virgo]

Getting Used To It || Oikawa Tooru

— just an old snippet. post-breakup. 700+

Letting people go is easy. But what is not is getting used to their absence in your life. Getting used to the fact that they won't no longer be in your schedule and day to day normality. 

You know it. 

Because, for you, this truth clenches, much synonymous to how your heart do with each morning you wake up to this illusion that the right side of your bed is not empty and Oikawa is there, breathing too close to your face like it used to be the case thirty days back in time. 

Working upon this realization that you don't need to rush to the bathroom to fight for the space before the washbasin to brush your teeth only after opening the door... this truth roars to you the thing that the color of the walls around you is not the same lightest shade of blue as it was the case with the walls of his apartment that's cities away from yours.

"He always liked it without onion."

It has been a month. But still, you haven't gotten used to this mere reality that you don't need to take out two juice glasses and plate two sandwiches when you're the only one sitting at the table.

How am I supposed to deal with it?

You questioned. To the air. To your own self. To the memories that are still alive in you.

Because it's not easy...

Getting used to it...

And Oikawa, too, knows it.

As, for him, this truth snarls, much synonymous to how the remains of his love for you do when each morning he wakes up to the sound of his alarm clock and not to the beating of your heart close to his chest like it used to be the case four weeks back in time.

Working upon this fact that the coffee which he made himself will never taste like yours used to do against his tongue, Oikawa on daily basis finds himself getting haunted by the smell of the detergent you always preferred to wash his clothes in with over the others.

He, every day, pulls out, never less than two single strands of your hair from his clothes and from his couch and from the places where they should not be and chuckles. For no particular reason but to crack some lame joke into the unknown.

"She would have rolled her eyes."

He mutters. Remembering how you never shied away from scoring his performance in negative.

What he shared with you, Oikawa believes is more precious than the stone on the ring he eyed at a jewelery shop down the way to his office one day. under a pastel sky, he dreamed of sliding it in your ring finger as you would say 'yes' like it's the last word you could manage out of your strained lungs.

In your teary eyes, he dreamed of seeing his future gleaming clear. Promises whispered to each other under the sheets, over the phone calls, and across the miles, bursting into reality and mingling with yours and his part of forevers.

Because, there before these thirty days plus some very rough weeks ago, was a time when today was just a laughable possibility. And you and him had more than several reasons to peer into the hours and think back on each other and fantasize about returning to home.

But now, with this reality cruel and unchanging, all there is this massive hole absence created to take care of. All there is waking up at odd hours and writing "I miss yous" in the air and wishing it will carry the message without distortion to the right person.

All there is looking sad in all the nice places. Driving with nowhere to go and picking the phone and scrolling through the gallery littered with images before time turned sour.

And getting used to friends telling that it'll be okay.

Parents telling you'll find someone better, so just smile for now. 

Nights telling it's getting late.

Work demanding to be completed.

Hearts feeling more stray than dogs or cats on the street.

That ring looking obnoxious in the display.

Forevers snickering in the background.

And dreams shattering.

To bits.

And pieces.

For, today's going to be another day. 

The second sandwich will not be eaten, and the second glass of juice will remain untouched.

Another day with the taste of the coffee not like how the taste buds prefer.

Finding your hair in the mug. 

Finding his lost watch blithering under your clothes.

Playing your smiles over the shouts of the crowds.

Craning neck into the direction of the road that can carry you to his home.

Watching the day set into soft colours as your eyes.

Waiting for the nights to turn rough like the scars on his hands

Missing you.

Missing him.

And getting used to reality.

[inns4ei]

I Asked the Vampire Count to Pretend to be My Lover in Order to Escape my Ex-Fiance, and for Some Reason He Went into Doting Mode

requested by @/haru_0717_ on X

[inns4ei]

Demon Slayer || Sketch by Koyoharu Gotouge

requested by @triistitia