#tuskki

Here's my side of this art collab-like challenge Morty made with four owl mascots, and I decided to draw the last owl (whose name is Tuskki) as a gijinka ^///^ 🧡💖

I hope you'll like this Morty, tried my best on this ^_^

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~Tuskki of snowlets belongs to the 1984 winter games, I think.

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can we just imagine if, in the middle of a match, hinata receives a ball like he normally does (to the face), and every at karasuno kind of laughs it off. it’s a normal occurrence. hinata is still understanding receiving and practicing, and daichi and asahi go up to hinata to give him some pointers. but before the two receivers can even make a comment to hinata, someone on the other side of the net laughs.

I’m so sorry you’re having a hard time with everything, I hope this helps at least on some level, no matter how small. 

Your fingertips feel numb, heart racing in your chest, you can sense the burn at the corner of your eyes but you’re holding it together.

Just one more turn, one more hallway...a few more steps. 

*Knock* 

Tsukishima looks half asleep when the door creaks open, a dismissal clear on his tongue until you smash into him with brutal force, knocking him back just a bit. 

Then comes the crying. 

You vaguely hear the door shutting  behind you as you fall into him, letting it all out. 

He doesn’t say anything for a few beats of silence, unsure of how to approach things. He’s never been the comforting type but he doesn’t want you to feel alone in your thoughts or your space so he hesitantly wraps his arms around you a little tighter and leads you back to his bed. 

The crying continues. 

He reaches over and unplugs his headphones from his laptop so that his music plays in the background but you’re not calming down...if anything, it’s only getting worse. 

Your breathing is labored and he doesn’t like the way it sounds like you’re wheezing just to pull the air in so he crosses his arms over your chest and squeezes, while whispering against your ear. “Breathe with me, in...out…in...out,” he says, taking long deep breaths with you as he tries to calm you down, even if only a little. 

He does it a few more times because you’re still struggling to speak and then eventually it gets just a little easier. 

He pulls your hand into his and plays gently with your fingertips as you come back to him.

Your breaths are still shaky when they leave your lips but you do feel a lot better with his arms around you and his heat pressed against your back. 

“Your mother again?” he asks softly, and you just nod. 

You could probably speak if you needed to but you don’t want to and he seems to understand anyway.

“When the ones who are supposed to love you most are the ones hurting you,” he says, sighing, breath skirting over your ear. “It’s so much worse than any pain afflicted by a stranger.” 

“S-sorry-Tsu-” he kisses your shoulder and you can feel his head shake from side to side. 

“Don’t apologize. You’ve done nothing wrong.” 

You start to speak again but he quiets you quickly. “I was asleep, yes...but you’re not a bother and I know I’m not the best at comforting you but I still want you to come to me whenever you need someone. Always, only me...okay?”