#creatied

meme. send me a “✎” and ill draw your muse.

momo yaoyorozu !! you’re lucky i love you maddy, blog or not.  .  . here’s your girl with some alterations. 

✋ to hold my muse’s hand / accepting

Ochako can feel how soft Momo’s skin is against her own as she’s lead forward for a better view of the night sky, a healthy flush growing on her cheeks, neck and shoulders. Equally matching the softness, Ochako can feel the strength in Momo’s hold; it makes her feel safe.

“Yes… they are, Momo-chan.” Giving a light squeeze of her hand, Ochako smiles brightly at the other girl and just… looks at her.

Momo is just as beautiful as the night sky littered with stars, if not even more so, right now.

“You’re just as p-pretty as the stars, too…”

single mother…are you forgetting your wife????

IT’S INTERNATIONAL KISSING DAY! SEND 😘 TO KISS MY MUSE.  @creatied

jirou,  at  first,  doesn’t  realize  that  it’s  the  day  that  it  is  --  doesn’t  realize  that  it  wasn’t  unprompted,  nor  a  sudden  confession  that  things  have  changed,  or  anything  of  the  sort;  until  momo  tacks  on  a  happy  kissing  day  at  the  end,  she  thinks  it  may  be  a  sign.  the  disappointment  she  feels  at  this  realization  is...  it’s  there,  but  more  than  that,  she  can’t  believe  how  quickly  the  kiss  ended.

it  replays  in  her  mind  as  she  stands  there,  awestruck.  specifically,  she  remembers  momo’s  hands  on  either  side  of  her  face  and  the  soft,  delicate  feeling  (  they’re  always  so  soft.  )  of  her  lips  against  hers,  the  hint  of  lip  gloss  that  lingers  on  her  own  now. 

she  doesn’t  know  what  to  do.  

maybe  it  isn’t  a  lost  cause.  momo  knows  the  situation,  and  it’s  not  like  she  would  lead  her  on...  but  would  it  be  bad  to  push  boundaries?  that  hope  seems  like  a  dangerous  one  to  hang  on  to,  and  she  forces  it  below  the  surface;  you  know,  where  the  rest  of  those  feelings  are  being  kept.  she  needs  more  time.  jirou  breaks  through  her  shock  long  enough  to  shoot  her  a  bright  smile,  cheeks  burning  red  with  nerves  and  eyes  squeezed  shut.   

just  take  it  for  what  it  is.

who is the real one????????

something that kishi totally left without much info but lmao i get to abuse it now.. but i have been thinking a lot about this the last few days and what if it’s like shirosaki for ichigo?