irrelevantdev

[irrelevantdev]

Pencils

back to m.list

Miya Atsumu x Reader 

A/N: It takes me forever to write a full length fic and I haven’t had much time to write, especially since school is starting again. That’s why I’m gonna write some short (and kinda poorly written) drabbles and hcs while I work on full length fics!!! I hope you all enjoy this!! <3

Summary: When you tutor Atsumu in math and he let’s his emotions get the best of him

“Okay so, this is just like the problem we had together earlier. I want to see you try this on your own.” you ordered. Atsumu was never good at math. Honestly, you weren’t that good either, but he needed the help before his grade got so low he would have to sit out during volleyball. 

“Alright,” he cracked his knuckles, picked up a pencil, and stared at the paper. His eyes focused on the problem, but he wasn’t doing anything to solve it. “Uh… how do I do this?” he queried.

“We literally just went over this. Come on, what’s the first step?” You pointed down towards the problem. 

“If I knew the first step, I wouldn’t be asking you, dumbass.” he mumbled, sliding back in the chair. 

“Not the one being tutored calling me the dumbass.” you scoffed. Without a second of hesitation, Atsumu chucked a pencil in your direction. You ducked immediately and the pencil was shot into the wall.

“What the hell!” you called out. “Have fun failing the test tomorrow!” you stood and rushed out of the door. 

“I’m gonna do great just you watch!” he called after you. 

A few minutes after you left through the door, his phone, which was placed face down on his desk, vibrated. He picked it up only to see a message from you saying,

“Ft me if you need help with anything!”

He smiled at his phone and called you immodestly. 

A/N: Okay hi it’s me again! </3 This drabble was so bad, but tbh I needed something to help me get back into writing. Also, I just wanted to let you know I’m currently working on a shindou and todoroki fic and a kageyama fic and hopefully those will be out soon!!!

#hq #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyuu atsumu #haikyu x reader #haikyu atsumu #atsumu x reader #atsumu x y/n #atsumu miya #hq atsumu #miya at

[irrelevantdev]

Requests Are Open!!

Hi guys!! Since I’m back on tumblr I decided to open up my requests! Please make sure to read my rules since I updated them!

#yttd x reader #bnha x reader #hq x reader

[irrelevantdev]

I KINDA WANNA WRITE FOR TOUGEN ANKI

[irrelevantdev]

I KINDA LIKE MY LAYOUT BUT I FEEL LIKE CHANGING IT I FEEL CONFLICTED 

[irrelevantdev]

Chigiri As Your BF

 Headcannons

chigiri x reader 

A/n: AHHHHH EVERYONE SAY TY TO TEE AND HER CHIGIRI OBSESSION BECAUSE THAT’S THE ONLY REASON I WROTE THIS!! Writing Chigiri is so fun, it’s my new therapy. Also, say ty to my twt oomfs because they helped me come up with Chigiri’s favorite song. IF THERE IS A TYPO IGNORE IT I’VE PROOFREAD THIS LIKE 50 TIMES. I also posted these on my Wattpad so idk follow me there if you want?? I’d also love to write any of these hcs as a drabble/one shot so if you would want feel free to request it!! ANYWAY IM RAMBLING ONTO THE HCS!!

-First off, I should probably say how the two of you met. Chigiri’s school had given tours to the students and the families of students who wanted to transfer. You were one out of several students who had taken this tour with their parents. As the tour guide was showing you all around the school, you had passed by the soccer field. Looking around, you saw a large group of boys practicing soccer. Just as the tour was moving forward, a soccer ball had rushed towards you. You were unable to duck quick enough, and it had hit your face resulting in you getting a bloody nose. Running towards you was the same boy with the shaggy pink hair that had kicked the ball in your face. He had run up towards you, nonstop asking you if you were okay. Multiple times, you assured him that you were fine, but he refused to listen. He offered to escort you towards the nurse’s office since that was the least he could do. You accepted his offer and told your parents you’ll meet up with them later. That was the start of your relationship with each other. Once you officially transferred to the school, you both became friends and that slowly blossomed into a relationship.

-Now onto the hcs of you both as a couple! 

-You both would study really often together. It normally consisted of him teaching you the whole unit the day before the test. There was a lot of him yelling at you and a lot of you crying in response because 5 hours have passed and you still can’t remember Newton’s 3rd law of motion; it’s okay though because no matter how dumb you are he still loves you. <3

-You would braid his hair really often (and he would braid yours too if it’s long enough). Most of the time, it was you braiding his hair. Chigiri would sit on the floor while reading a novel, his back leaning against the couch. Then, there was you sitting right above him on the couch. Your legs wrapped around him while you braid his hair. 

-For your birthday, he would give you a really shitty card and pretend that he doesn’t care. In reality, he made you a really cute bracelet to match him and gave it to you after your reaction to the card. Yeah, it’s cringy, but he was into that sappy couple stuff. He made you one of those wrap-around bracelets and although it was not the prettiest, you wore it to school the next day.  When he saw you wear it, he literally started crying (in a good way of course) and you had to calm him down before school started. 

-For your first date with Chigiri, he’d put you in charge of planning it. Since it was Spring, you decided it would be a cute idea to go to a flower field that had opened up nearby. You suggested it to him and he agreed, so on the Sunday of that weekend, you both met up at the field. You both walked around looking for a secluded place to take a picture together. While walking around with him, a butterfly passed by. Chigiri ducked his head down and started swatting the air to get the butterfly away. You never knew someone could be so scared of butterflies. For months after the date, you teased him for his fear of butterflies. 

-For Valentine’s Day, you both went to a fancy restaurant in your city. You wanted to do something a little more sweet for him, so you decided to brush off the idea of sleeping the night before your date and spent countless hours attempting to make a pair of earrings for him. Eventually, you ended up with something you were proud of. You gave it to him during your Valentine's Day date and he loved them so much, he put them on right when he saw them. Now, everywhere he goes he wears those pairs of earrings. 

-You were both at his house, hanging out with each other as you found the two of you doing often. You were always responsible for playing music in the background, but you were curious as to what your boyfriend listened to. You asked him to play some of the music he listened to, but he was too embarrassed to even consider doing it. After a lot of convincing you had caused him to play some of the music on his playlist and to your pleasant surprise, he listened to mxmtoon and keshi. 

-You looked through all of his playlists a little bit later and saw one playlist with only one song. “Like I Need You” by Keshi had been added to the playlist so many times it became multiple hours long. When you asked Chigiri why he did that, he explained that the only way to play a song on repeat without Spotify premium was by doing that. You felt so bad afterward, you bought him premium.

#blue lock #bllk #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #hyoma chigiri #blue lock chigiri #chigiri x reader #chigiri hyoma #chigiri hyoma x reader

[irrelevantdev]

YALL THIS FIC MADE ME SO HAPPY

boyfriend / reo mikage

words from yours truly: just started reading blue lock and i am OBSESEESD ong. so here, 1.5k fic. @byougen​ come get your mans and then lets thirst over rin <//3 pls 

warnings: none? kinda cliche and some healthy making out with reo at the end for the soul <3

the blaring music, jostling wave of bodies sprawled across the tokyo penthouse does little to impress you. your eyes are stuck to the flickering skyline, the windows of high rise offices at peering eye level for you, sprawled across the plush white couch in the midst of all the chaos, unbothered.

it wasn’t that being in a party wasn’t fun for you, it was just so boring. you had seen it all, over and over every friday, people being changed in and out like a set of fresh clothes, people except you and your lazy friend, who was making his way towards you while weaving through the sea of hyper teenagers while balancing a red cup in his hand.

“thank youu,” you groan, wincing as your back hurts slightly, jolting upwards and making grabby hands towards the cup in his hands. he rolls his eyes, sighing, handing you the cup and flopping down next to you. “why do we come to his parties again?”, he grumbles, throwing his head back onto the couch and whipping his phone out.

“dunno, something about being his only real friends,” you reply, seeing as him in question walking over to the both of you, perfectly at home being a social butterfly, flitting through the crowds and making effortless small talk. “loser,” nagi murmurs as the purple haired host of the party comes and sits down next to the two of you.

“totally,” you agree, though who are you really kidding? you know that since the sixth grade, since the day your best friend reo mikage put his hands in your hair to gently braid them when your plait come undone thanks to an unnamed and thankfully gone bitchy girl, and smiled when he said that you looked pretty cute in a braid, you’ve never really looked at him the same way. yeah, since then reo mikage moved up from the category of loser-best-friend to  the yes-i-have-a-crush-on-my-best-friend-but-i’ll-never-admit one.

you couldn’t really blame yourself right? i mean, look at him in the perfectly pressed white shirt with the top few buttons undone and in the fitted black pants with his hair undone, sipping on his drink and looking like a model, you’d have to be superhuman not to fall for his charms. (a poor excuse)  

“hey, stop staring already,” he says, snapping you out of your daze. “the fuck, who says i’m staring,” you grumble. “you were staring, i mean, i don’t blame ya, i am pretty hot,” he says, running a hand through his hair. you want to agree so bad with his statement, but the words “shut up, ya got a full head,” tumble through your lips instead. “yeah right,” he retorts, a little bit more softly, looking elsewhere as you resign your gaze back to the city outside the window. 

you wanted to tell him so bad that it hurt. you fisted the smooth white fabric of the sofa in frustration, knuckles turning white. but what if you end up like his many fangirls, a blithe rejection and then the disparaging rumours that would follow. sure, there had been the average not as much as friendly but somewhat romantically inclined flirty banter that slipped through a couple of conversations but he’s a guy right? he doesn’t really mean it.

“you’re overthinking again,” nagi’s voice lilts as he doesn’t look away from his game of super mario kart. “shuddup,” you mutter, but loosen your grip from the sofa all the same. you can hear reo talking to a girl, words of pretty, outside, no thanks, filter through the already noisy room. “c'mon, tell him already,” nagi murmurs, voice a whisper so only you could hear. “what if he says no?” “he won’t, trust me,” his voice weary with irritation.

“i-,” you sigh. “okay, ” you will yourself, steeling your resolve once and for all. not going to pussy out. no pussy-ing out. not this time. you turn your head, ready to open your mouth only too see reo  not next to you, but preoccupied with a beautiful girl near the balcony. “never mind,” you sigh, trying not to feel sad by the prospects that were laid out in front of you : him being with someone else.

nagi “tch’s”, finally leaving his intense game of mario kart (that he won). “don’t pussy out now, just go and ask to talk to him in private,” he instructs, pushing you forward. you totter forward in your high tops, shooting a glare at nagi but nevertheless smoothening your shirt and dropping your cup on a table for some poor drunk fuck to come and take a sip out of. reo’s eyes meet yours, and he smiles invitingly, so you take longer strides towards him, all prior nervousness being replaced with spur of the moment adrenaline, ready to spill out everything you’ve been holding in-

“we’re talking, go away,” someone rudely interrupts you. the girl from before. you straighten your posture. “yeah, we're  just gonna go talk for a minute,” you shrug. “it’s no big dea-” “i said, we were talking,” her voice is dripping with attitude that you particularly don’t appreciate.

reo’s eyes dart to your set jaw and your balled up fists, he knew where this was going to lead. swallowing, he feigns a smile and grabs your hand, yanking you but you don’t move. “(y/n-” “nah, so what if you were talking, huh? i just wanted to borrow him for a second, the fuck were you gonna do about it,” you threaten. she doesn’t back down, either. “what is your problem, jesus,” the girl sighs exasperatedly, moving too close for comfort.

“who the fuck even are you, taking him from me like you own the place or whatever,” she adds, poking a finger at your chest. you don’t flinch. “man, get the fuck out of my face, he wouldn’t want a hoe like you either,” you retort, all previous enthusiasm drained and in no mood to confess to the boy you like.

“yeah, that’s right bitch, walk away,” she hollers after you. you really don’t care, tugging nagi at the arm with a small “let’s get out of here,” eyes no longer on reo mikage, who had scowled slightly at the other girl’s behaviour. making your way out of the party, you feel tears pricking at your eyes as the elevator doors slide open, for what though?

you knew. who even were you, thinking you had a chance with him? nagi leans against the elevator panels passively, though not indifferent to the fact that your lips were quivering. “i shouldn’t have pushed you,” he sighs. “no, it’s okay,” you choke out. “it’s fine,” you add, when you know it’s not. 

you can feel nagi’s hand squeeze yours reassuringly; a rare feat and you smile back, the doors opening to the ground floor and you walk out into the cold street. maybe it’ll be okay, you think the biting air nipping at your cheeks and drawing out a rush of blood and warmth. you start walking together, but you can’t let doubts fester in your head yet again. damn him, damn him, damn her, damn him- “(Y/N)!,” a voice calls breathily from the building, an all too familiar one. nagi stops in his tracks, and you turn around, consciously wiping the corners of your eyes with your sleeves. 

“reo?”, you murmur, as he jogs towards you, and yes, it was him, in all his glory (and ruffled hair). “why’d you leave so early? was it that girl?,” he asks, and you stare down at the gravel of the road. “i don’t feel so great,” ( a white lie ). he purses his lips. “liar,” he cups your face in his hands, tilting it towards his eyes ever so gently. your cheeks flush, eyes not meeting his. and now, you choose to be the quintessential flustered girl. “you always make up excuses about feeling sick when you lie,” he murmurs.

 he knows you like the back of his hand, the way you walk, the way you talk, the way you tie a scrunchie on your wrist, the way you braid your hair , he paid much more attention to you than he let on- if only he could tell you in person. 

you wriggle out of his embrace. “nothing, seriously,” you laugh. a lie again. he clenches his fists. somehow, he feels like it’s now or never. “(y/n), i like you." 

                                                                -

next friday, you’re there at the same parties but this time the music’s filtered through the doors of the bathroom, where you’re seated on the marble countertop, hands in a mop of conspicuous purple hair as your now boyfriend’s lips explore yours, hands seated firmly around your waist. you gasp slightly as he bites at your lower lip, pulling away for air as he smirks up at you. "what about everybody else?”, you murmur as he begins pulling you back in, lips on yours in an instant, so soft against your own. “fuck them, i’d rather be with you,” he sighs, tugging you closer. you smile against his mouth. he’s finally yours. 

#my unhealthy obsession with reo pt. 27484934

[irrelevantdev]

!! ANNOUNCEMENT  !!

As some of you might have noticed, I’ve been ia for a while. Using Tumblr just went to the point where I felt constantly pressured to write. I didn’t really enjoy writing anymore and I started to feel less motivated. Everything I wrote was rushed and I was no longer proud of what I wrote. I started writing more of what I thought others would like rather than what I enjoyed to write and I lost that sense of enjoyment I had whenever I would write. 

That’s why I decided to kind of rebrand my tumblr. All my old fics are going to stay, but they’re going to be buried in my account. I’m even going to private some of my old fics that embarrass me wherever I see someone has liked it. I’m discontinuing all my series because I don’t feel like I put my best work into any of them and I’m embarrassed by the writing for it. 

I’m going to start taking my time with all of my fics and I’m only going to post them once I’m genuinely comfortable with them. I’m also going to be a little more picky with requests (when I announce that I’m taking them) because I don’t want to write something I do not enjoy. I’m deleting all of the previous requests in my inbox; I’m really sorry, but I just want to start fresh. 

I have an updated list of rules and an I will eventually get to making an updated navigation. I’ll create my new masterlist once I post my first new fic (which is in the works and halfway done<33).

I’ve missed all of you and I hope you’ve all been doing well! :)

[irrelevantdev]

volume 29; alternate covers

[irrelevantdev]

Any advice for fan fiction writers?

Actually, yeah!

I'm not sure if I've ever posted about this before, but I'm actually mainly a fanfic writer. I still write original stuff, but most of my work has been fanfiction because I enjoy that format more. Here's a few miscellaneous tips I've leaned over the past couple years :)

Accept that you don't know everything about these characters. No matter how hard you try, you'll never have the same perspective as the person writing them, and that's okay! If you spend all your time trying to make your writing perfectly in character all the time, it tends to get quite clunky and harder to write. As long as you know your basics, it's good to add your own spin.

Whatever you write, someone will have written weirder. Trust me. Don't be scared to do some insane sounding au, because there will always be something even more insane out there. Have fun and don't worry about if it's "too weird".

Know what you're talking about. You don't have to be an expert on every subject you touch on, but unless what you write is pure fantasy, you have to know the basics, or your readers will see it as unrealistic. This is important anywhere, but especially when writing smut.

Understand what kind of work you want to make. This is the same as it is with any writing- do you want to just make something fluffy and soft? Do you want to make a long, slow burn fic? Try to know what you want going in.

Don't emphasize on the planning. For long form fics, it's good to have an idea on where you're going. But you don't need to know every chapter inside out before you start. Hell, you don't even need to know every chapter, as long as you know where you'll end. Strict planning can get restrictive, especially as you get new ideas.

Don't stress about success. I get it, with fanfic, it's written to be seen. But some of your work isn't going to do well. Something low effort might get 5000 hits, something high effort may get 50. That's okay. Learn to see that number as individual people, and understand that some things are just more popular in concept.

Most importantly, have fun. The whole point of writing fanfiction is to enjoy it. Write the fics you want to see, and have fun doing so. If one project gets stressful, write a fun oneshot instead. If you don't enjoy writing it, people won't enjoy reading it. Keep it fun for everyone.

[irrelevantdev]

can i pls have reality tv show with my king daishou 😼😼

Star On A Reality TV Show W/  DAISHOU !!

Daishou x Reader

A/n: Ok ngl this was really fun to do!! It’s kinda short, so uh, sorry... but i still hope ya like it <33

Daishou: Hey, y/n, the mail came can u go get it.

You: Sure!! *goes picks up the mail*

You: *looks through the mail*

You: Hey.. Daishou…

Daishou: Yeah?

You: Why did you get a letter from the irs…?

Daishou: Aha about that… I’ve been committing tax fraud

You: DA FAWK

*Scene Cuts* 

Daishou: It’s your day to go grocery shopping.

You: Why can’t you just go I feel sick?

Daishou: And I feel sick of you everyday, but you don’t see me complaining *rolls eyes*

You: *throws pillow*

Daishou: FUCK YOU *leaves the room*

You: HEY NO GIVE ME THE PILLOW

Daishou: *sicks up his middle finger*

*scene ends* 

You: What toppings do you want on your pizza?

Daishou: Pineapple and anchovies 

You: *stares at him*

Daishou: What? 

You: Hey, uh, are you doing ok?

Daishou: Yeah, why?

You: No mentally sane person likes anchovies…

Daishou: Ugh, just fuck off

You: I’m getting us an olive pizza.

Daishou: What about my pineapples?

You: Just order your own pizza.

Daishou: What the fuck???&&#@$&

#hq #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyuu daishou #hq daishou #daishou x you #daishou x y/n #daishou x reader #haikyuu crack

[irrelevantdev]

im gonna YELLL i can’t decide which setter i wanna write about <//3 

[irrelevantdev]

i had a dream in which osamu served me “onigiri miya’s” onigiri

[irrelevantdev]

want to give you a phat hug🥺

i was watching bnha yesterday + they just had the festival and it was so🥺and bakugou was hot on the drums AND I GOT FED FOR 2 SECONDS OF SHINSOU SCREENTIME i think i’m gonna finish it today finallyyyyyy

i hope your debate went well💞

i wanna hug you too <333

FR BAKUGO IS SO HOT WHEN HE PLAYS THE DRUMS OMGOMGOMG Drum player Bakugo provides me w sm serotonin🥰 AND THE TWO SECONDS OF SHINSOU SCREEN TIME UGH when he was dangling from the ceiling in the haunted house i YELLED 

And ty bb it was a practice it went decent!! I brought up BNHA as a point in my speech and me and three other kids got into a fight about it which was fun🥶🥶

[irrelevantdev]

THIS IS SO GOOD WHAT AND IT’S UR FIRST FIC??#*&$*%

Salvation part 1 prologue

(H/c) - hair color

(E/c)- eye color

(Eventual smut)

(Fluff? /Angst)

The water is cold when you step into the shower cubicle , hitting the ceramic tiles of the floor harshly . It’s numbing, almost therapeutic if you ignore the fact that staying to long will give you hypothermia. Sighing you grab the soap bar and began to roughly scrub down your body to the best of your abilities. It’s not that hot water isn’t available or that you like taking cold showers it was just one of the bad habits you had taken up ,one of the many you had come to regret . You had always been sensitive, the type to cry at sad scenes and at the happy ones as well. The water was a distraction a kind of pain that helped steer your mind clear of the negative emotions you wanted to be free from ,and so you stood there (h/c) hair sticking to your body ferociously making you feel wrapped like a present. You came from a rich family, a family of hero’s, popular hero’s . Being the only child to your parents it had always been expected that you would follow in there footsteps, both of them being powerful quirk holders, having the type of power that was thunderes. It was just always assumed that you would be a golden child, inheriting a powerful quirk as well to continue the family legacy. But low and behold your fourth birthday passed and no quirk had appeared, then a fifth and a sixth. Fearing the worst your parents had taken you to a quirk specialist ,a doctor who would give the final word of weather you were quirkless or not. The topic had never been breached before due to your parents not wanting to accept this ...this horrible thing. And if they were going to a doctor there fear would become true. The awnser has not changed when you had gone to the specialist them confirming indeed that you were in fact quirkless. It had not shocked your parents, they had known what was coming but it had hurt you, this last hope that you might have possibly had a quirk was dashed. The last chance at being special gone. Your parents had never made a fuss of you not having a quirk after that , still treating you the same, still loving you the all the more, but you could feel it. That although they would never voice it to you they were disappointed. And how could you blame them , you were just truly so pathetic. They had encouraged you to go into the hero field nonetheless saying how being on the sidlines was just as good or even police academy . But you had shunned those ideas. Growing up you had never been subject to teasing or bullying but the bitter feeling of resentment and hopelessness had always been around you. Your parents had always been protective of you. You a weak being one who wasn’t capable of protecting themselves but instead had to rely on others ,a shame that you had put onto your family to which you could never forgive yourself of. A bile like feeling rising in your throat feeling sickyou spit at the floor. Wiping your eyes you got out of the shower and wrapped yourself in a towel preparing to do your nightly routine. Your nurses badge lying on the side of your bed. A picture of an awkwardly smiling girl with a pimply face stared back. God you really had to change that picture. You had gone against your family’s “better” judgement and gone on to become a nurse. “You want to wipe people’s asses for the rest of your life?” Your uncle had once questioned but you had only laughed at the question to ease the mood. They would never understand being a part of the top hero society anything else other than a hero was deemed as lesser to them . There was no point in explaining or even trying to persuade them of there feeble minded thoughts so instead you drove yourself into finding passions you could drown your self in. Stumbling upon the career of a nurse you had been enamored by it and had pushed yourself to be the best you possibly could be at it. Excelling at school you had travelled to America for your higher education, graduating at the top of your class. Education being very important for you, it was the only thing you could offer you had no quirk and by no means were you beautiful.

You had been a pimply teenager with a horrible dress sense, pushing everyone far away from you in your youth , having your nose in a book. Your looks being the farthest from your mind , beauty faded intelleigence didn’t . So you had bid your parents a shaky farewell and left your home to America. College was the best time of your life ,making freinds fast due to your quick wit and uncanny fashion sense. You had expected to be shunned but your fellow classmates had only said that you just needed to be groomed. Your acne had gone away and only light dots adorned your face which you could only notice if you looked closely enough , your hair which you had always kept short had grown till your mid back and your body had lost weight due to your horrible eating habits and late night ventures to the library to study. Your friends giving you tips and tricks to better present yourself, and when the small changes started to become visible you had liked it and asked more and more questions, being told that you were pretty was a new experience an experience you realized you had come to like .

When you had returned to Japan no one could believe there eyes your close family shocked at the transformation. Suddenly you were surrounded by freinds,family, and strangers . You had never felt more lonely in your life .

—————————————————

It was easy to land a job in Japan, your resume filled to the brim with accomplishments and the fact that your parents were popular hero’s who had retired didn’t hurt your chances. You had achieved what you wanted you could now stand on equal ground with others . You had done it, yet for some reason you just felt so empty yet so full ready to burst. A choking like feeling. So a routine had started , waking up getting ready work , coffee, Interact with people, chores, sleep. This had continued for a while and you had liked it a simple yet effective way to pass time. For what was life but a time pass ,at the end of the day nothing truly mattered. Everyone was just finding things to busy themselves in till they die. Fluffing you’re covers you made yourself comfortable, waiting for sleep to take its course . You were interrupted however of a loud chime in your phone, groaning you reached out and grabbed it. The bright light making you squint, but your eyes quickly opened, the whole city in flames red and blue fire mixing together to form a purple like glow. Scrambling out of your bed you bee lined to your door grabbing your keys and equipment kit, not bothering to change , although you didn’t have a quirk you could still save people. You , could still be a hero .

(I know it’s crap it’s my first writing idk this is just for fun um I’ll try updating once a week sorry for the typos and like the bad story line I knkw it’s not 100% accurate but plz bare with me I promise the story gets better or so I believe, aight thanks).

#reblog :) #ITS SO GOOD$&^*%&\

[irrelevantdev]

My abandonment issues r acting up again so it’s time to write hcs for Kags :D

#ranting <//3

[irrelevantdev]

im going YELL my description keeps acting all weird so i got rid of my theme thinking that would fix it BUT IT J GOT WORSE WTH

#so close to loosing it

[irrelevantdev]

not tumblr making me think i unfollowed u 😔😔😔

I’m j hella inactive so that’s prob why u though u unfollwed me <//3 I haven’t acc posted a fic in a while💀 kinda bad but insted of finsihing things and posting them i j start writing another thing😭✋

#blue :) #i feel like this is a sign to start acc being active but screw that <//3