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» FOLHAS SECAS — capa teste
⟅03.12.2023 — depois de fazer muitas capas cheias de texturas e flores, eu pensei em: ok, vou fazer uma capinha mais clean, só que dessa vez vai ser clean mesmo! O resultado me deixou muito chuchuco pq eu amo esse tipo de tonalidade mais puxado pro marrom alaranjado e o resultado não poderia ter me deixado mais satisfeito (esse título está muito impecável, não me toquem pq eu não estou bem). Eu não pensei em nada para essa capa, só imaginei o título e fui criando encima disso pq estou muito sem cabeça para criar no momento :D
» FRIMOUSSE — capa teste
⟅19.11.2023 — pode parecer uma capa mais simples mas pensa numa bicha que demorou pra ser feita sô! Nunca vi tanto rolo acontecendo pra essa capa não sair que misericórdia gente, estou quase me aposentando dessa vida de capista. E sim gente, uma capa de tsukiyama pq estou carente e preciso de algo mais fofo para essa semana começar daquele jeito que eu gosto. Talvez não seja muito trabalhada comparada com outras capas que fiz esses últimos tempos mas ela vai ser um xodó desse blog por ser um comfort ship que eu tenho (e pensar que já odiei esse ship, tempos sombrios esses, não recomendo).
P. S.: Eu simplesmente amei o plot que criei para essa daqui, o que é uma pena :'))))
It's been a while since I posted on Tumblr so hi Haikyuu fan pls take this tiny yamaguchi I made a while ago
I have the thought that Yamaguchi would help you dye your hair. Listening to his calming fun playlists on a speaker while you sit in the bathroom, him behind you with the gloves on and the brush going over your sculp. You both talk and laugh about the day, enjoying the time you spend together. Yamaguchi really likes doing your hair.
Rivals: Tsukishima
Tsukishima adjusted his glasses, that infuriating smirk curling on his lips as he glanced your way. “You know, for someone who talks so much, you don’t actually do much worth noticing.”
You let out a sharp snort, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a real reaction. “Says the guy whose biggest skill is standing there and pretending he’s better than everyone.”
He tilted his head slightly, the smirk deepening like he was enjoying every second of this. “Pretending? That’s cute. I didn’t realize you thought I had to try.”
You crossed your arms and stepped closer, eyes narrowing. “Wow, you're exhausting to be around. Is it lonely being this much of an asshole?”
His chuckle was dry, almost condescending, as he leaned in just enough to make your breath hitch. “Oh, don’t worry about me. It’s nice having peace and quiet—something you clearly wouldn’t understand.”
Your glare sharpened, but you refused to back down. “Yeah, because your personality screams ‘quiet and peaceful.’ You’re just bitter because I don’t let you get away with your holier-than-thou act.”
Tsukishima’s lips twitched, his amusement barely contained. “Bitter? Please. If I cared what you thought, I’d have to actually take you seriously first.”
You met his gaze, your smirk finally matching his. “Sure, keep telling yourself that. We both know I live rent-free in that big head of yours.”
His eyes narrowed, and for a moment, his smirk faltered before coming back sharper than ever. He leaned down slightly, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “Living there? Don’t flatter yourself. You’re more like an annoying commercial I can’t skip.”
You stepped even closer, now toe-to-toe with him, your voice just as low and taunting. “Funny, because for someone who doesn’t care, you sure love watching.”
For a moment, neither of you moved, the air between you practically crackling with tension. His gaze flickered down to your lips, then back up to your eyes, his smirk wavering in a way that almost looked—what, unsure? No way. This was Tsukishima, the king of snark. But the silence was heavy, loaded with something neither of you seemed willing to name.
“Uh… Am I interrupting something?”
Both of you jumped, heads snapping to the side where Yamaguchi stood awkwardly in the doorway, clutching a volleyball and looking like he’d rather be anywhere else. His wide eyes darted between the two of you, a light pink dusting his cheeks.
“What are you—” Tsukishima started, his usual dry tone already creeping in, but Yamaguchi cut him off, holding up a hand like he was afraid to hear more.
“Don’t even explain. I’m good. I just… Daichi’s looking for you two, so, uh… maybe deal with that? Whenever you’re done… whatever this is.” He disappeared around the corner so fast it was like he was never there.
You blinked, heat creeping up your neck as you realized just how close you and Tsukishima were standing. He stepped back first, casually adjusting his glasses like the moment had never happened. You, on the other hand, couldn’t resist.
“Guess that’s your cue to stop glaring at me like I ruined your life, Tsukishima,” you quipped, raising a brow as you crossed your arms.
Tsukishima shot you a sidelong glance, his usual smirk and condescension firmly in place. “I only look like that when someone’s wasting my time.”
You scoffed, turning on your heel with a grin. “Yeah, sure. Keep telling yourself that.” You headed down the hall, leaving him to follow, still glaring at your back.