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Father uses sons’ drawings as inspiration for anime transformations

By: Thomas Romain (twitter | instagram | youtube | patreon)

cosmickeyframe

Wholesome and badass

ambris

The father’s artistic talent is clearly on display here, but I’m actually really impressed with this kid’s wild imagination. Many of his drawings are both conceptually unique and coherent.

ccminp

Sooooooo? What do you think the todobaku love child would look like? Or a fusion? I'm curious ovo

Well, jumping into the bandwagon where @minibuddy drew TodoBaku love child on Twitter 😭😭 Their love child looks so cute!!! I wanna draw him too! /SCREAMS

315-no-stage

It’s like they jumped off the page/screen. Gah, I love this so much. 😍😍😍

friend-todoroki

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art by @queenofliz4rds || script by @blackbarbooks

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haikyuustuff

Pros of Haikyuu: you can’t hate anyone

Cons of Haikyuu: you can’t hate anyone so if a team has a face-off you literally have no idea who to root for and when the match ends you’re crying for whichever team lost

kageyamaaaaaaaaaa

What exactly is oikawa trying to accomplish here?

mastering the piano?

yo-yos?

conducting an orchestra?

puppeteering maybe?

summoning a demon?

the possibilities are endless

alangertz

crimson-chains

A HAIKYUU POSTER!!! OwO It’s just a redraw from this old one tho XD BUT WAS STILL FUN TO DO!

esselley

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When the call comes in the next Friday, Hinata kinda can’t believe it.

The week before had seemed sort of like it almost couldn’t be real. It had been like something out of one of those pornos, where the super hot ladies with big breasts would somehow fall for the grubby guy delivering their sausage pizza. Actually, that’s basically literally what had happened. Except he was delivering a pepperoni pizza, not sausage—but the point is that guys over six feet tall with silky soft hair, ocean-blue eyes, and Superman abs weren’t exactly chasing after short greasy delivery guys on a regular basis.

And they definitely were not fucking them on their living room couch and then eating pizza with them afterwards. Except Kageyama totally had, so… so there’s one exception, Hinata supposes. Maybe Kageyama had been super hard up, or something; or maybe it really was his way of getting back at Hinata. He’d still seemed, like, pretty grumpy for the entire exchange.

These are the thoughts running through Hinata’s head one week later, Friday night during his shift at work. They’re especially persistent tonight, and he keeps zoning out. He got a bit lost on his way to deliver an order, and Ukai has hollered at him twice for not paying attention. And still… he bites his lip and tries to resign himself to the fact that Kageyama is totally not going to call.

The phone rings, and Ukai answers. “Thanks for call—oh, Kageyama, it’s you again.”

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esselley

Happy KageHina Day everyone! Me and RC are back, with a brand new, cheesy, and very NSFW tale :D

Part 1 / 5

It’s late on a regular, everyday, end of the week Friday night, and Kageyama Tobio is fucking starving.

Not for actual food, although his stomach keeps rumbling in a way that tells him he should probably start to pay attention to it soon—but he’s too distracted for that right now. Because tonight, Kageyama hungers not for sustenance, but for revenge.

He’s been calling Sakanoshita Pizza all week with little success, so the fires of injustice burn hot in him tonight. And now, finally, the time of reckoning has come.

Exactly one week ago, Kageyama had decided to order a pizza from that damned place. He’d had a long day at school, an even longer volleyball practice, and all he wanted to do was collapse on the shitty couch in his shitty dorm apartment and eat something unhealthy and pass out for the evening.

He’d been so excited for that pizza—simple and sweet, pepperoni and extra cheese. He could see the golden yellow strands in his mind, how they’d literally melt and drip off the slice when he picked it up out of the box, coated in a deliciously tangy underlayer of tomato sauce, the pepperoni scattered over the top, just a little on the crunchy side, meat crisped at each round, juicy perimeter. His mouth had literally watered just thinking about it.

Hardly able to stand it, he decided to take a nap. When he woke up, there was still no pizza—no knock on the door had sounded to wake him up. So he waited. And waited. Eventually, he’d called the shop, but they said the delivery boy was already on the way. And finally, when Kageyama had given up, deciding to shower and make a sad meal of meager instant noodles, the doorbell rang.

He’d already been in the shower when he heard it. Swearing, with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, he’d run to open it. And for the first time, he’d laid his eyes… on him.

Hinata Shouyou, the cutest pizza delivery boy in the entire city. But also, unfortunately, the absolute worst.

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