Hi! I absolutely adore your art and I was wondering - if I manage to make the outfit and everything, would I be allowed to cosplay Yukari? Shes such a major cutie and I love her outfit to bits!!!!! Let me know if this isn't alright though 😁😁😁
oh wow i can’t believe you’d want to cosplay her! but sure if you’re up for it and have the time to go ahead, i’m glad you like her design enough to want to !!
if you need references i have a whole album of her designs here
happy birthday @dolphindewott!! i hope you have a great day and enjoy this!!
The simple injustice of the situation was almost too cruel for Shouyou to bear.
First, his favourite bakery shuts down, so he becomes pork bun-less for far too long. The juicy meat, the nice, rich sauce encased in a lovely, soft bun is now lost forever, all due to the shut down of a small business. The flavour he had lost was almost like losing a family member or dear friend. He took the warm, spicy goodness of the beautiful pork buns for granted, and now they have been ripped away from him like they’re nothing but the tiniest, most insignificant blades of grass.
Truth be told, Shouyou felt bad for the elderly couple that ran the shop. Their son worked part time between school hours and club activities, so now that he had lost the shop he probably had no reason to get a high allowance, if any. They worked so passionately to bring out (in Shouyou’s humble opinion) the best baked goods in all of Miyagi, if not all of Japan! But now, it was all taken from their grasps by the iron grip of big business. Tragic, really, but it was reality, and Shouyou had to take it.
Now, Shouyou wasn’t the type of person to give up his daily routine with ease. He searched valiantly to find the next best thing, even though he knew that it would be next to impossible to find a pork bun with the same exquisite taste and never-ending goodness, unless some sort of genius baker arose to the challenge. He realised that this would involve trying many different bakers and grocers, but after two weeks Shouyou was beginning to realise he was going to have to settle for less than the best, and go for something that was satisfactory.
He had tried every single baker on his route home, except for one, which was the closest to his apartment. The bakery was relatively new, the smell of paint almost lingering for far too long. It was very modern, but the style of furniture set out front was very traditional and gave a very homey feel. The warm scent that wafted from the store the second Shouyou opened the door reminded him very much of his mother, and how she used to cook so many brilliant foods with the best smells and tastes. It was like home, and Shouyou, despite not being too hopeful about the quality, was very happy in the environment.
There were only two people in the bakery as far as Shouyou could tell, and they seemed to be quite busy. Despite there only being two other customers, the two worked well to fulfil the customer’s request.
The first was a silver haired man working the counter – he had the most pleasant and refreshing smile Shouyou had ever seen (was he a beginner in this harsh, working life, or did this man really just enjoy what he was doing? Shouyou, at this very moment in time, couldn’t possibly tell the difference). He was very polite, and he looked like he knew exactly what he was doing.
The second, Shouyou could only partially see. He was obviously working very hard and was incredibly focused, because in the time Shouyou stood waiting in line, he never once saw anything except for the dark, straight hair that sat perfectly atop his head. There were no traces of him elsewhere, so Shouyou just mentally labelled him as ‘baker’.
“Next, please!” the refreshing man at the counter asked, and Shouyou snapped back into reality and stepped forward towards the counter. “Welcome, what would like?” Sugawara, his nametag read.
“Hi,” Shouyou scanned the window of treats thoroughly, before spotting what he wanted, “Could I please have a pork bun?”
Sugawara nodded, and the two exchanged the right amount of money, “Eat in or to go?”
“To go, please.”
The two exchanged a few more words, Sugawara asking for his name, before Shouyou stood off to the back. Sugawara moved to tell the person in the back, who looked like he nodded, and moved away from the small window so that Shouyou could not see.
The two ladies before him were served by Sugawara, both apparently eating in. He spoke with them shortly and politely, laughing kindly at a compliment one of them gave him. He moved off behind the counter once more, noting something down, before he turned to the back.
“Hinata!” he called out, holding a white, paper bag in his hands. Shouyou raised his hand and jogged over, taking it.
“Thank you.”
“Please come again!” Sugawara smiled, and bowed, and Shouyou followed suit, before leaving the store, not sparing a look back at the baker in the back.
The sun was low on the horizon, and Shouyou’s walk home from here was relatively short. He slipped the bun out from the bag, and took a bite from it absent-minded, but when he did and the flavours hit his tongue Shouyou was wondering how the hell he had lost hope because what he was eating right now was so beautiful, so tasty.
The bun itself was light and fluffy, at just the right thickness and size. The meat inside was rich and spicy and it was everything Shouyou had ever desired in a bun. He almost feels bad for thinking that this was the best pork bun he had ever had the absolute pleasure of eating.
The baker in the back had really done his job, Shouyou thought after devouring the whole thing before even reaching his apartment building. He was almost felt guilty about it, but the taste that lingered in his mouth was enough to stop him. It was simply divine, and Shouyou needed to know who that fantastic baker was for the good of all.
The next day after work, Shouyou returned to the bakery, and ordered the same thing again, Sugawara smiling and asking if he enjoyed his bun yesterday, to which Shouyou enthusiastically responded his praise, making sure it was loud enough for the baker in the back to hear.
Shouyou could have sworn he saw the baker turn his head ever so slightly, almost in wonderment of what he had heard, but snapped his head back. Shouyou smirked ever so slightly, and ordered the same thing again, but this time, this time it was not Sugawara’s voice calling out his name, but the black haired baker from behind the counter.
Shouyou stared at him in amazement as he held the bag out to Shouyou, and Shouyou noticed everything about him in those few seconds.
He had very dark, very intense deep blue eyes that watched Shouyou in great curiosity. His lips looked like they were stuck halfway between a neutral expression and a frown, with skin that had seemingly no imperfections in it. He was considerably taller than Shouyou, but that was nothing unusual for the tiny man. Then Shouyou noticed his hands, how nice and long and thin his fingers were, and how, despite working so hard, they had no cuts, only callouses from lots of care and attention with various tools of the trade. His nametag read Kageyama.
“Hinata?” he asked, and Shouyou thought that he had a very nice voice.
“Yeah, that’s me, uh—Kageyama. Your buns are really incredible!”
But then, every image of Kageyama that Shouyou was playing through his head was just destroyed by the stupid face Kageyama was currently making. It looked like ever cog was turning at a rapid speed inside his head, processing what Shouyou had just told him, and Shouyou couldn’t help but laugh as he took the bag from Kageyama.
“I—you—dumbass!” Kageyama’s only intelligible words were these, and Shouyou laughed even harder.
“Isn’t that what-not-to-say-to-customers rule number one? Treat your customer with utmost respect, and don’t insult them?”
“You—“
“Use your words, Bakageyama.”
“You can’t tell me off for insulting you and then you insult me!”
“I just did!” Shouyou argues back, and Sugawara pokes his head around the corner in curiosity.
“Kageyama, you aren’t bullying the customers are you?”
Kageyama seemed to back off a little, but when Sugawara disappeared again, Shouyou stuck his tongue out cheekily, and Kageyama looked about ready to reach over and kick his ass, but Shouyou waved and left before Kageyama really did do just that.
~
Over the next few weeks, Shouyou visited the bakery, and each time Kageyama delivered him his bun, and Sugawara chatted with his usual polite tone, and Hinata learned a few different things about the two. Sugawara started the bakery by himself, but he hired Kageyama, who he met through a mutual friend. Kageyama was apparently one of the best bakers Sugawara had ever met, but he had a bad attitude at times, even if he was improving.
Sometimes Sugawara asked Shouyou about work, who replied half-honestly, half-generically most of the time. On occasion he had a funny mishap to tell Sugawara about coaching, but for the most part it was just telling him that the team were progressing really well.
It was simple, and Kageyama’s pork buns never lost their original flavour or goodness. Sometimes, he’d throw and extra little bit of dough inside, or makes the insides more plentiful, which Shouyou appreciated immensely. It was a subtle way of telling Shouyou his thanks, without saying any words (which frankly, Kageyama lacked quite severely).
One day, Kageyama left a note inside the bag. His handwriting was quite messy, and he made tiny mistakes in his kanji, but Shouyou understood what he was trying to get across.
If you are free on Monday, my shift ends at 5. If you want to talk or something. Dumbass.
- Kageyama Tobio
Tobio, Shouyou took in. Kageyama Tobio. What a nice name, if you ignored the fact that he had just called Shouyou a dumbass. Was that the only insult that he had?
Shouyou checked his schedule, before shrugging. He should be able to make it to meet Kageyama, even if it meant sacrificing some of his time to watch the new series Kenma had recommended to him.
~
It hit Shouyou a little late that he was going to be hanging out with Kageyama. Which was basically a date. Kageyama, an incredible baker with a bad attitude, had asked Shouyou to hang out. Or go on a date. Or whatever.
Shouyou didn’t even know if Kageyama thought of it like that, but during the wait for Kageyama’s shift to end, a million thoughts hit Shouyou at once and he wondered if the track pants and loose tee he donned was far too casual. In fact, Shouyou wasn’t entirely sure what Kageyama was planning to do, nor what he wanted from Shouyou, but Shouyou was sure as hell not going to
As promised, Kageyama was relieved from his shift at five, and met Shouyou where he sat. He stood there in silence, not too sure what he wanted to say.
“What’d you wanna talk about, Bakageyama?”
“Don’t call me an idiot, you dumbass!”
“Huh? The hell?”
The two bickered back and forth like this, Shouyou thinking it was a bit like how Kuroo and Tsukishima argued at times, but with a far different level of wit.
“Why did you call me here anyway?”
Kageyama stopped, “I only said to come if you wanted to talk. Why are you here?”
“Because I thought you wanted to say something to me!”
“But the note clearly said—“
“So you just wanted to chat?!”
“You want to chat, I never said you had to!”
“You’re so stupid Kageyama!”
“Um, you two?” Sugawara’s calm voice interrupts them, and they look at him expectantly, “You’re going to scare away any customers if you keep yelling.”
“Oh, sorry Sugawara-san.” Kageyama’s voice quietened down to one that was far more respectful than he was giving Shouyou. “It won’t happen again.”
“And sorry for eavesdropping, but isn’t this the part where you take him for coffee, or at this time of the evening, dinner?” Sugawara’s smile at face glance was quite nice, but when you actually looked at it, it transformed into something that screamed scheming and teasing.
Sugawara was vaguely threatening, Shouyou thought with chills running down his back, with the perfect exterior to go with it. Kageyama didn’t seem to be affected by it in the slightest, as though it was a normal occurance.
“Dinner?” Kageyama muttered, and turned to Shouyou, “How about it?”
“What—like a date?”
“I said dinner, dumbass!”
“When you say it like that it sounds like a date!”
Alright, so after I watched the latest episode where Eren got BIT (Which, may I add, made me BAWL MY EYES OUT), I told my little brother what happened (He watches AOT with me) he came up with the idea that since Eren can turn into a Titan at will (well, almost) after being injected with whatever was in that needle, he might be able to turn into a Zombie at will. PLEASE tell me this is what happens, or something similar, because I love Survey Corpse so much TT^TT DON'T LET EREN DIE PLEASE
Friend, buddy, pal, we cannot say what happens, unfortunately, but what I can say is this:
Life goes downhill from here for everyone c:
- Shax
EDIT: No one is happy.
No one.
Not even the dogs.
-Grey
EDIT 2.22 You Can (Not) Contribute
You know we’re seriously fucking everyone up when not even the dogs are safe.
What do you think of Armin? What was going through your mind when you first met him when you were little?
Armin is my best friend! We’ve been together ever since we were kids. I couldn’t imagine where my life would be without him. When I first met him I kinda felt bad for him since he was always bullied. But he showed me all these cool books and told me a million stories that taught me so much. He’s the smartest person I know.
