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Dezzy. 25 yrs old+ | Ao3: kvhottie | Fanfic writer and anime/manga enthusiast. Español/日本語 OK! | Otps: KageHina, Tsukkiyama

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Kagehina art from the archives (2 years ago) that never saw the light of day!

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[itswannysenpai]

Happy New Year 🎉🎉

Thank you to everyone who supported me this year and I hope next year is even better!! 😚😚

[dontperishyet]

An interpretation of a scene from my fic Worse for Wear:

Hinata slipped his hands under Kageyama’s shirt, sliding them up his torso as he lowered his face closer to Kageyama’s. He was quiet, his lips pursed as if midway through forming a question, and glints of inquisition in his eyes. Kageyama continued to look into those pools of honeyed brown; he was probably even blinking less. He allowed his hands to slowly wander up Hinata’s back and feather a pattern onto the surface of his smooth skin. They stayed like this for a while. 

Thank you for the stunning piece noranb-artstuffs! I’ll definitely commission you again in the future.

[dontperishyet]

The newbie State Alchemists from my fic The Kindling Alchemist:

Daichi cleared his throat, “Then, starting from your left is First Lieutenant Nishinoya, the Roaring Thunder Alchemist; First Lieutenant Tanaka, the Quick Burst Alchemist; Major Tsukishima, the Voltaic Alchemist; Major Yamaguchi, the Astral Alchemist; and finally your partner, Major Kageyama, the Crystal Aconite Alchemist.”

Hinata’s eyes darted to Kageyama and looked him up and down. Dark hair, blue eyes, and a stoic expression—he definitely wasn’t the life of the party. Hinata smirked, almost sure that Kageyama’s alchemy element was something cold, just like his demeanor. It was fine; he always liked a challenge.

“And then there is you, Major Hinata Shouyou, the Kindling Alchemist.” Daichi’s lips formed a wide smile, “Welcome.”

Thank you emuyh-art for the glorious piece. I think my eyes are starting to hurt from staring so hard at all this beauty. 

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 super quick doodle for THIS FIC (hint: read it you will only regret half of this decision btw its nsfw)

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tagging dontperishyet on here so they see it bc i cant seem to tag them fr my artblog

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YAMATSUKKI COMMISSION I HAD A LOT OF FUN DRAWING THIS AAAAA

based on this fic!! 

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so the wonderful @dontperishyet is giving me an excuse to draw Oikawa in a crop top writing a haikyuu fma au fic and all y’all should check it  out

this is from the end of chapter 2 so…. a lil spoilery? but im not gonna say anything other thanU RLLY SHOULD READ IT OK ITS GONA BE GREAT

[dontperishyet]

The lovely piece I commissioned from @i-sabellas for my IwaOi Dance Au fic, After-Hours. 

Oikawa wanted to break this tension with a stupid comment, but he was too lost in the rhythm of the song and the serious brown eyes peering into his own to even laugh. So he didn’t hesitate with the last move of the routine, even though a more reasonable person would worry. He got a little momentum by running to Iwaizumi and jumped towards him. Iwaizumi caught Oikawa by the hips in an over-the-head boat lift and slowly brought him down as the song faded out, their bodies flush against each other. And for the first time since the song started they broke eye contact to close their eyes and kiss. It felt so utterly natural, as if all these months were a set up for this moment.

Oikawa pulled away, “So does this mean I should kiss my partner at practice?”

“I’m going to punch you.” Iwaizumi spat, his mouth curving into a grin.

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The trio from my Kids on the Slope Au one-shot Orange Heat:

“I’ve heard this piece before,” he mumbled and sat down on the piano seat. He squeezed his eyes shut so he could listen more carefully. Then he leaped into the music, playing quietly as his fingers warmed up to the keys, ramping up to the piano part of the piece. There were a few stumbles and some necessary improvisation when he couldn’t remember what came next, yet his and Hinata’s sounds melded perfectly together. But it was something far from a passive cohesion—they challenged each other, Hinata charging forward with a chaotic, surging energy and Kageyama gracefully pulling him back with controlled, playful notes. And they didn’t stop at the end of the piece. Hinata dragged them into Salted Peanuts , another upbeat Gillespie song that even Kageyama had heard enough to know by heart, and the midget drew a few snorts and laughs from the rest of them with his attempts at singing. Kageyama couldn’t remember the last time playing felt this electrifying; his heartbeat was pounding in his ears and he was moving so fast through the notes that he was sweating. That anxiety and restlessness—he didn’t like bop before because he was always playing it alone. But now that was different.

*note: since I have poor art skills I used this. 

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A scene from my KageHina Kids on the Slope Au one-shot, Orange Heat.

Hinata chuckled and grabbed Kageyama’s hand, intertwining their fingers, “…I think I like you, Kageyama. Are you grossed out?”

Kageyama could feel his ears burning up. “Why would I let you hold my hand if I felt grossed out, dumbass.”

This was drawn as a belated birthday present to me by the beautiful, kind, endearing, talented—I could literally keep going on for days with adjectives and I wouldn’t be able to describe the blessing that is @theharukawa. We’ve only recently become friends but through our many lovely, deep, touching conversations and common interests she’s easily become one of the best friends I’ve made on this site. After a long while of feeling distant and somewhat negative about Tumblr, she’s reminded my of how much good can come from my being here. So this is my public ‘thank you’ and ‘I love you’ to this amazing human being. I hope you guys come to love her art and her personality as much as I do.

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1920′s magical tattoo au,  Blacksmith’s Son and the Guess-maker

Kageyama turned his attention to the other shoulder, “What’s this one?” He traced the hollowed segments. “Were these filled in with black before?”

“Yeah.” Hinata furrowed his eyebrows, forcing a tiny laugh. “I call that one my grim reaper. It’s been losing slices as I grow up so….I’m pretty sure it’s a countdown to my death.”

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Part of the epilogue for Is There Somewhere, Tsukishima and Yamaguchi celebrating their special partnership certificate:

It’s not like this document tied them together any more than the silver rings they were wearing, and it’s also not like he had ever doubted Tsukishima’s love for him, but their hearts and minds, at least for this moment, were completely in sync. And the realization that every worry, hope, and goal each of them will have from now on, will be rooted either indirectly or directly, in the desire to be together until their last breath, made joy bubble up in Yamaguchi’s chest.

Thank you @yankasmiles for this beautiful commission and for all the lovely twitter conversations. 

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1920′s magical tattoo au,  Blacksmith’s Son and the Guess-maker

Spring. Taisho Era Japan, 1920. There is a small percentage of the population that is born with mysterious, magical tattoos. When these people find each other, an inexplicable feeling runs down their spine and they somehow know the other person is just like them—especially if the tattoos have a pre-determined affinity to each other.

That is exactly how Kageyama, the young noble, and Hinata, the blacksmith’s son, met.

A commission by @naydeity, whose gorgeous style is very dear to my heart.

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Commission for @dontperishyet

Hinata got up on all fours, and opened his eyes; face only a few millimeters away from Kageyama’s. “Why?” He laughed, uninhibited, words unable to leave his mouth for a few moments. “Why would you do something so dumb?”

Kageyama stared up at him with tender, glossy eyes and chuckled along. “I don’t know, it’s just…” He ran his thumb across Hinata’s lips. “I thought it’d make you laugh. I love the sound of your laughter.”

Hinata placed his hand on top of Kageyama’s and pressed his lips to his thumb. “Is that all you love?”

“It’s not.” Kageyama steadied his eyes on Hinata’s golden ones, swallowed, and clearly said, “I love you.”

Worse for Wear by Khvottie

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vampire au (largely based off this fic)

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happy birthday to @kvhottiescribe !! ✨🎊

i drew her halsey-inspired yakuza au Handgun, Fire and Key because it’s CRAZY good and y’all should definitely check it out !! ^_< dezzy is the most inspiring and i love brainstorming with her (jumps headfirst into that gay shit)