#chigirins

[mammonsbby]

Is R for your 700 event already taken? If not, could I request for R with Satan? (If it is please just ignore this ask!) Thank you so much I love your writing!! 💞💞💞

R-Read (Thank you so much! <3)

You enter the fourth born’s bedroom silently, carefully stepping over books until you reach his bed. You climb into it and pull the blankets over your head. You had a bad day. All right, that’s putting it mildly. You woke up late this morning, failed an exam, lost your favorite pen, and cracked your phone screen.

You hear the door click open. And within seconds, Satan is slipping into bed behind you, one arm around your waist. You sigh when he kisses behind your ear. “Are you all right?”

You shake your head. 

“Can I read to you?” He asks. When you nod, he shifts until he’s half-sitting up. You turn and lay your head on his chest and he plucks a random book from the ground. He enchants the book to hold itself up and wraps his arms around you. Then he clears his throat and starts to read. 

You snuggle closer, listening closely to the story. And eventually, you start to drift off. Satan puts the book down and closes his eyes, content to nap with you.

700 follower prompt list!

#satan x reader #obey me satan #satan obey me #obey me satan x reader #obey me x reader #obey me #chigirins #answered #700 follower party! <3 #it's almost 7 am so i'm schedulin this for a bit later.

[annberr-arts]

for fun

#berry arts #don't look at the hands too hard lol #blue lock #bllk #chigiri hyoma #itoshi rin #ringiri #or #whatever #chigirin??? #that seems more like a nickname #rinchigi

[popponn]

call you later; 2.

notes: what if you didn't pick up their call? they left a voicemail, in their own ways. so we still got uh... aryu chigirin and im considering reo. idk who else will come later but i had fun writing this!! character: itoshi rin, bachira meguru. [ part 1 : isagi, sae, nagi ]

itoshi rin

What did you do? This guy is the type to only left anything if it’s urgent, about nii-chan, or about football. Other than that high chances are they are actual death threats and you are not an exception.

Though, he can not deny that you are sort of his favorite in a way—won't admit that to your face too, though. That’s why he even bothers calling you and not just left a message or tell some poor soul to call you instead. While he probably feels a bit irked that you didn’t pick up, he will save the nagging when he finally met you face to face later. And even then, most of teammates will clarify that rather than nagging it’s more like his way of asking for your extra attention. It’s adorable, if you ignore the fact that the next movie night will definitely without a doubt would have to be a horror movie night just to cheer him up. Prayers and thoughts, if you dislike horror.

The message he will left is exactly like him, in a way. Rude, doesn’t have many words, but if you squints you could hear what sounds like a caring nosiness. While he isn’t the type to suddenly get clingy because of one unpicked-up call or thing about it too much, call him back soon as you can even if he didn’t say or rush you to do so. Would never say it to your face, but having you around him calms him down a lot and that includes your voice.

“Where are you right now?” Rin sounds like he was angry, as usual. “You better not be picking up problems left and right or I swear I will—”

A background noise that sounds like a chirpy teasing interrupted him, reminding him not to be so scary, which Rin replied with a snarling growl, “Shut up! And that wasn’t for you—I got a match so you better fucking watch it and fucking message me where you are while you are at it. I will get you home later so you better wait for me or else…..that’s all. Later. Next time don’t just go somewhere without telling me, stupid.”

bachira meguru

Do you know how long of a voice message can someone left on an unpicked up call? If you don’t you will find out soon.

He probably would not really question why you are not picking up, but mostly because whenever you got separated he will always call you in the most ungodly timing possible just for chatting. Somehow. So, at this point, it has become more of a norm for you to not pick up and just call him again later. He is not being nosy, it’s just more of how he expresses his love—sharing literally everything with you. This has led to several one-sided awkwardness from your part between you and some of his teammates, but hey Bachira Meguru’s Hottest Soccer Gossips is a very important segment in your daily life with him.

Which being said, yeah, get ready. He will talk into the phone as if you were there replying to him—and indeed he always manage to predict how you will react. Listening to his voicemail during work is a good replacement for podcasts and such as in case you are bored by them. Though, sometimes, when he is in a rush and have to keep the message shorter than usual, it’s really sweet! He rarely manage to remind you to call him back though, as it feels like norm for you to do so. Don’t forget it, so you don’t get a Bachira Meguru species asking to be carried around for the whole day on the next holiday. He has muscles and those things are not light.

“So, so, so!” Meguru began with his chirpy voice, not leaving any greeting as usual. “Today Isagi and Chigirin kind of clowned and I really, really want to tell you that story—but I gotta go fast, so I will tell you at home later, okay?” Meguru worded out each word in a rushed manner, akin to an excited buzzing bee waiting to run somewhere with skips in his steps and ball for him to dribble.

“Last night I dreamt about Zico so I will definitely win today! But I also dreamt you were there bundled up because you got a fever. Not like I’m complaining if I get to take care of you with my specials, but stay healthy, ‘kay, ‘kay?” Meguru said, jokingly yet dotting. Then, immediately, he continued, “Oh, well! That’s all—I will call again later or you could! So, see ‘ya, Lovely! Love you! Muuuach!”

#bllk #bllk imagines #blue lock #blue lock fluff #bllk x reader #bluelock x reader #itoshi rin #bachira meguru #itoshi rin x reader #rin itoshi imagines #rin itoshi x you #itoshi rin fluff #bachira meguru x reader #bachira x reader #rin x reader #bachira meguru fluff #i will really miss writing scenarios after this #its fun but the prompt augh im terrible at coming up with them #does anyone even read my notes in tags #i doubt it so hey the abyss who is reading this any ideas o great lord of chaos #blue lock scenarios

[adoringsuga]

— ruin our friendship.

⭑ featuring. chigiri hyoma

⭑ content. fem!reader, chigiri gets jelly lol, kissing that gets a little heated so be warned, several isagi mentions (& cameo!) bc i love him, & cursing

⭑ word count. 2.3k

⭑ summary. chigiri hyoma, plain and simple, is your best friend in the whole wide world. your relationship is as uncomplicated as can be; yet, after you ask a presumably innocent question about a friend of his, something comes to light that changes everything...

⭑ notes. omg this is like my first post ever so…hello (≧∀≦)!! this is also like?!??! my first fanfic ever so... lollll... it's honestly so short so i didn't even know what to even write for the summary... anywho! hope u enjoy!! hopefully there will be more to come b/c super obsessed w blue lock rn ngl

“Your hair is so soft,” you murmur mostly to yourself, fingers combing through soft, cherry-red strands, gently untangling any knots you come across with a care reserved solely for the boy currently resting his head in your lap.

Hyoma only hums appreciatively, hyper-focused on the TV in front of you two, sporadically tapping his fingers on your thigh when something of note occurs on the screen. He had turned on some old football game of his when he had invaded your apartment—unannounced, you may add,—around an hour ago. And, before you could utter a single word of complaint about his choice of entertainment, he quickly began haughtily sprouting some bullshit about having to study his old match so he could be aware of what to improve on to better his techniques and what a shame it would be if his team were to lose because someone was to interfere with his review.

Personally, you think he only said that so you wouldn’t change it to this new movie—or, ‘the overly sweet and annoying chick flick’ as Chigiri has lovingly dubbed it—you’ve been dying to watch for weeks now.

Asshole Hyoma, you think a little bitterly, It’s your apartment, you should be able to choose what you can watch or not.

(But, as your eyes flicker to the intense concentration alit on his face, the way he scrutinizes every move, every pass, every shot with an acute focus you find weirdly endearing [and oddly attractive, to your growing horror], you can’t help but think maybe this is fine for now. Maybe.

Maybe football isn’t too bad, you muse, actively ignoring the infinitesimal flush that rises to your cheeks.)

Bored of simply threading your fingers through his strands, you begin to separate his hair into chunks, intertwining the strands once you’ve deemed you’ve parted the hair neatly enough for a loose braid.

You’ve always thought that Hyoma’s hair was inexplicably beautiful, much like the rest of him. Delicate features combined with a lithe yet toned body made him increasingly popular with the female and male demographic of soccer fans (and non-fans as well), especially as his popularity grew and grew with each match he was featured in.

You, simply, admired his beauty for what it was: graceful and elegant, never perceiving him in the lustful light most fans of his had taken to since his debut, (although you would be lying if you said a part of hadn’t slowly begun to see him in a light less than platonic since the start of the year or so).

(These feelings, truthfully, make you want to crawl into a hole and die).

Shaken from your train of thought when a loud cheer erupts from the speakers, your eyes flit up at the TV briefly, blinking in surprise when someone of note catches your eye. You can’t help but gape, fingers stilling from your steadfast braiding as you let out a low whistle, gaze fixed upon the TV.

Even though it makes your heart pang painfully in your chest, you know Hyoma will never see you the way you see him, so, you might as well try and get over him now.

And, without a doubt, you think that the forward on your TV can definitely help with that.

“Whoa,” you mutter, in genuine awe at the gorgeous boy on screen. “Hey, hey, Chigirin,” your words are coupled with a few pokes to his cheek, and he turns his head slightly to look up at you once you’ve finished your ministrations, letting out an inquisitive hum with a raised eyebrow.

“Who’s that?” you question as soon as he peers up at you, pointing at the midnight-haired boy with glimmering deep blue eyes on the TV, eyes gleaming with interest.

“… Why.” Is all he simply says once he sees who it is, voice carefully level and gaze clouded with something you can’t quite place.

“Because he’s cute,” you answer, immediate and truthful, with an almost ariose cadence to your words. You pause for a moment, intently studying the midnight-haired boy, who, at the moment, is currently celebrating a vivacious goal when it all suddenly clicks. “Hey, wait, isn’t that Isagi-san? And aren’t you playing his team next week? Do you think you can get me his number?”

(Embarrassingly, a part you blindly hopes that Hyoma will say say no, so you can overanalyze the meaning behind such an act and further fuel your delusions that Hyoma was definitely into you just as you were to him.

And, hey, who can blame you? Getting over a guy like Hyoma is an agonizing endeavor, so sue you for trying to enjoy your delusions for a bit more before it all comes crashing down and you’re once again stuck in the role of his supportive best friend.

Forced to be something you wished you weren’t. His best friend. Only his best friend.)

Hyoma abruptly sits up from your lap, and you let out a little yelp at the suddenness of it, eyebrows furrowed. His curtain of hair hides his face from your puzzled gaze, and you tilt your head a millimeter to the right, curious.

(The strands of hair you had been braiding loosen at the movement, and eventually unravel unceremoniously after a second passes.

You’re slightly dismayed at the fact.)

Suddenly, a chill runs down your spine, and, for some inane reason, you feel as though you’ve fucked up.

“U-uhm, Chigirin,” you begin awkwardly, suddenly frantic to fill the uneasy, growing hush because truthfully, Hyoma’s unexplainable silence is really starting to weird you out. You’re about to sprout some bullshit about something your statistics professor said the other day, when, all of sudden, you’re on your back, the air knocked out of your lungs and mouth agape in shock.

Pink eyes simply stare down at you, unblinking and almost bored.

“H-Hyoma…?” you manage to stutter out after a long moment, face impossibly red as the boy in question leans over you, the heat of his breath ghosting over your lips. You lay limp, hyper-aware of the fact that even if you did want to move, you wouldn’t be able to as your wrists are being held securely in place by one of Hyoma’s hands. You vaguely wonder if it’s bad that this mere fact gives you butterflies.

(You never use his given name, and Hyoma feels a sick sense of satisfaction curl in his belly at the melodic chime of it.)

You’re warm all over, yet Hyoma seems entirely unphased; even though if he were to only move a mere inch or two, your lips would surely touch.

The thought causes something to thrum in your stomach, makes it tighten in apt anticipation and your breath catch in your throat. I can’t do this, you think, nearly hysteric. It’s all too much, and you turn your face to the side, unable to meet his piercing gaze any longer lest you confess to something you know you’ll regret immediately. Though, with the movement, your gaze somehow catches the TV once more, and there, in all his spectacular glory, is Isagi Yoichi, grinning handsomely with navy blue eyes burning with unabashed determination, calculating and undeniably resolute.

His focused gaze is locked right onto the camera, and his eyes bore intensely into yours as if you’re right there in front of him, as if he could plainly reach out and touch you.

(Oh goodness. Your delusions are growing worse and worse by the day.)

Hyoma growls, seemingly aware of what has currently captured your attention, and purses his lips as though he has just eaten something rotten.

“Don’t look at him.” He demands suddenly, using his thumb and forefinger to gently yet firmly hold your chin, tilting it in a way that ensures your gaze is set on him and only him. “Don’t look at Isagi. Don’t look at anyone else. Look at me.”

“I… what? Hyoma… What do you… ?”

“Can’t you see?” he snaps, almost furious. “I’m in love with you. I have been since I met you. I was fine not saying anything before, but I refuse to lose you to Isagi too.”

Your heart stops. Everything simply stops. Have you been in an accident? And is this simply your unconscious mind attempting to soothe you with what you’ve always dreamed of most? But it can’t be, because you can feel the searing warmth that permeates from his skin, can count every eyelash and every light, scattered freckle, can smell the addicting cologne you mentioned liking to him offhandedly months ago because a guy in your class was wearing it, and so many other things that disproves your accident theory fully.

This is real. This is happening.

Chigiri Hyoma is in love with you?

“You’re in love with me?” you echo in disbelief and rose buds bloom on the crests of Hyoma’s cheeks as he nods adamantly, the hand grasping your chin drifting up to cup your cheek instead.

Somehow, it’s that second, silent confirmation that truly affirms it for you.

Chigiri Hyoma, the perpetual thorn in your side and your best friend in the whole wide world, is in love with you.

Your heart leaps, before it swells. Chigiri Hyoma is in love with you, and he says it as though it is an undeniable fact.

Chigiri Hyoma is in love with you. He’s in love with you.

You feel dizzy at the news, everything fuzzy and muddled except for Hyoma himself, who looks to be growing increasingly nervous and tense with each passing second of silence from yourself.

I should probably say something, you think in a haze.

But, you can’t think of anything that could adequately describe the emotions you’re feeling at the moment, so you simply lift your head and softly graze your lips with his, taking in shocked, pink eyes before crashing your lips together fully. Hyoma makes a small noise of surprise, before melting into it, letting go of your wrists and instead taking your face tenderly with calloused hands, rough against petal-soft skin.

He’s practically on top of you now, but you can’t find it in yourself to care- using your newly freed hands to run your fingers through his hair, to grasp at his face, his waist, and anywhere else you can reach.

It’s not the best kiss, per se- your teeth knock together more than once in a way that causes a dull ache, and mortifying sounds keep escaping your mouth at the most inopportune moments, but God, you don’t think you’ll ever get a kiss like this again.

Regrettably, you pull away after a few more glorious moments, Hyoma chasing after your lips before settling to simply press chaste kisses at the corners of your mouth instead. He trails down after a moment, beginning to nip lightly at the soft skin of your neck, insistent yet gentle as his teeth graze your pulse ever so slightly. You whine at the feeling, almost panting as you weakly push his head away as warmth blossoms under your ribs, settling in your stomach and wisping through your limbs in a hum.

He nips once, twice, before lifting his head, albeit begrudgingly, finally allowing you the chance to suck in a breath of sweet oxygen through parted lips.

As you catch your breath, you hazily gaze up at a red-faced Hyoma, his lips rosy and swollen from pressure and eyes blown and glassy. Embarrassingly, the sight causes your chest to clench with something akin to desire, and you nibble at your kiss-bitten lips in an attempt to keep those feelings at bay, if for the time being.

A beat passes.

“I love you too,” you admit airly as soon as the heat in your cheeks and the rapid beating of your heart calms down to a somewhat manageable level, and Hyoma simply laughs, eyes glimmering with adoration.

“I think I garnered that,” he grins, before capturing your lips once more, cradling your face as though you’re the most important thing to him in the entire world.

(“Hey. Isagi.” Yoichi turns at the call of his name, perking up slightly at the sight of familiar cherry-red hair tied loosely in a bun and long lashes. Putting down the small trinket he had been toying with, he opens his mouth, eager to greet Chigiri back when the other is suddenly right in front of him. Yoichi blinks, grinning openly before Chigiri abruptly takes and wrenches a large chunk of his hair harshly between thin fingers.

“Ow!” he hisses immediately, scalp throbbing hotly and already aching like a motherfucker. He’s surely going to have a headache later, and that realization, alongside the whole, you know, hair-yanking thing, puts a damper on his mood. “What was that for?” he exclaims, incredulous, angrily rubbing at the spot Chigiri had pulled with an ire Yoichi prays he’ll never experience again.

“For my girlfriend,” Chigiri states matter-of-factly, patting Yoichi on the head lightly and demeaningly as though he didn’t just violently violate his poor scalp. He gives no time for the older to respond, already swiftly turning from Yoichi and beginning to walk away, but not before brazenly declaring, “Oh. And we’re beating you too, so be ready for that.”

“Girlfriend? What the hell did I do to your girlfriend?” Yoichi sputters, blatantly ignoring Chigiri’s last statement and decidedly shelving it for a later discussion because what the fuck? What did he do to deserve to have his hair pulled again?

[What is with him and getting his hair pulled, genuinely? Do people just see him and instantly think, ‘Oh yes, he looks like he likes to get his hair pulled’?

For the record, he does not. He really does not, from the bottom of his heart.]

Chigiri simply laughs, the honeyed glow of the sun catching in his hair and making it burn a fiery red, and Isagi can only watch the other boy strolls away, left cluelessly standing with a stinging scalp and widened eyes.

“... Wait. Chigiri-san has a girlfriend?”)

#blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #chigiri hyoma x reader #chigiri hyoma x you #chigiri x reader #blue lock x you #bllk x you #blue lock imagines #bllk imagines #chigiri hyoma #blue lock #.* ੈ♡‧₊˚ writing

[4n-4ng31]

The jewelry the bllk boys would wear!!!

I had this wonderful idea after finals because i was going crazy on designer websites.

↳ISAGI YOICHI

ROLEX Datejust 36 in oystersteel with the blue backing

VAN CLEEF AND ARPELS sweet alhambra 6 motif bracelet in white gold

Additional: I just see Isagi as a silver dude and the blues would compliment his hair really well

↳BAROU SHOHEI

ROLEX GMT-Master II in yellow gold

CARTIER Vendôme Louis Cartier Wedding band in Yellow gold

Additional: Barou is just a gold guy and yes he would wear the wedding band without even being married.

↳Chigiri Hyoma

CARTIER Panthere 18K Yellow Gold Head Stud Earrings

DIOR Boise de Rose Braclet

Additional: I was gonna go with silver but it doesn’t go so well with his hair and eyes + the gold panther earrings were just too perfect. I was thinking that I would save the rose bracelet for Kaiser if i ever did him but I don’t see Chigirin as much of a watch guy or a van cleef guy so he gets this one!

P2?

#bllk #blue lock #isagi yoichi #chigiri hyoma #bllk chigiri #barou shouei #bllk barou #bllk isagi #bllk headcanons #bllk hcs

[giggly-squiggily]

IT IS 3AM AND HERE I AM WITH ANOTHER HC, HOPING SINCERELY THAT FOUR IS NOT TOO MUCH

chigiri always complains about being called nicknames but bachira just knows that he kinda likes it so he convinces team z to only call him by his actual name for a day and chigiri cannot handle it

Ahhh, it's so mean! I love it 😈 Chigiri's a real sweetie and deserves it kaerkjaejkrajk And no worries at all- your headcanons are delightful! :D I've gotcha covered, friend!

“Thanks, Chigiri.”

The redhead froze, brows furrowing at the use of his name. It wasn’t wrongly pronounced, nor was it incorrect. It was just…odd to hear out of Raichi’s mouth. “Excuse me?”

“Hm? Chigiri?” He said again, blinking at the shorter boy. “That’s your name, no?”

“Huh..yeah.” Raichi went on his way, and Chigiri was left standing a bit stunned.

~~~

“Hey, Chigiri! Wanna practice later?”

“Chigiri! How’s your knee?”

“Chigiri! Look what I found!”

All day, Team Z called out to him, and not once did they call him anything but “Chigiri.” No “Missy.”, no “Princess.” Not even the shortened version: “Chigi” or “Chichi.” Just…Chigiri.

At first, it was a good thing. Maybe the team had finally respected his dislike for the nicknames.

But then the day went on and he found himself oddly missing the nicknames. He’d perk up when Kunigami waved him down, only to deflate upon hearing his given name. He casually mentioned how his braid was coming loose after practice hoping it’d spur Raichi’s teasing, but all he got was a “hm '' in response. He entertained Bachira’s antics for a good hour during lunch hoping Bachira would slip up and call him “Chigirin”, but the other boy was adamant about sticking to his real name.

Finally, when it was an hour before lights out, he had enough.

“Did I do something wrong?” He asked the room, pausing the conversation around him.

“...What?” Kunigami asked.

“Did I do something wrong? Say anything, do anything…I don’t-” Chigiri waved a hand, frustrated at the hurt creeping in his voice.. “Are you guys mad at me?”

Silence. The room looked at eachother, eyes wide. “No! No, not at all! Why would you think that?” Isagi was quick to reassure. “Chigiri-”

“That’s why.” The redhead cut him off. “You’re calling me that.”

“...That’s your name?” Gagamaru offered.

“Yes, but you guys usually call me…everything but that! I thought I did something wrong…” Chigiri slumped, feeling incredibly foolish voicing this outloud. He felt like a child trying to talk to his parents. “Nevermind, just- forget about it.”

More silence as the room shared looks. Confusion turned to fondness as they laughed. Bachira got up, flopping against the redhead.

“Sorry, Chigirin! It’s just- you said you didn’t like the nicknames. I told everyone that we should stop if it bothers you so much. We didn’t think you’d take it like this though!” He hugged him tightly, planting a loud kiss against his cheek. “Sowwy, Missy~”

“Ugh, you suck!” Chigiri shoved him off, cheeks red. The rest of the room cackled, all tension fading away with ease. “I guess I don’t…hate them. The nicknames.”

“Nah, you love them. That’s obvious, Princess.” Kunigami teased, poking his ribs. “You looked like you were gonna cry today. Come on gang, let’s fix our mistakes.”

“What? No-No no don’t you freaking da-Ahahhahahhahahre!” Chigiri yelped as he was pushed back into the futons, Bachira and Isagi going straight for his knees.

He supposed he could live with the nicknames.

Send me a headcanon and character(s) and I'll write a short 300-500 word dabble for it!

#headcanons to dabbles #blue lock #chigiri hyoma #bachira meguru #kunigami rensuke #isagi yoichi #raichi jingo #gagamaru gin #fluff #nicknames #some very very tiny drops of angst but it's mainly fluff #Chigiri won't admit it but he loves the nicknames akjerjkakjrkja

[hyomaluvr]

this duo is too cute ;w; loose dialogue translation below:

“oh, you’re the fast one. what’s your name again?”

“seriously? chigiri hyoma, remember?”

“chigirin…? wasn’t it something with ‘o’?”

“no, stupid glasses.”

“i don’t like when people call me stupid. it’s not cool.”

“it’s not cool to call me a girl either (ojou-san).”

“then if you understand, please call me genius.”

“no, you’re too stupid for that.”

#bllk #blue lock translation #blue lock #chigiri hyoma #tsurugi zantetsu #blue lock zantetsu

[scotianostra]

On March 31st  1635, Patrick Leopold Gordon of Auchleuchries was born.

Having left Scotland, which was torn by religious and political strife, Gordon went to Danzig (now Gdańsk) in Poland and studied at the Jesuit College  for two years He had decided the life of a priest wasn’t for him and was on his way back to Scotland when a Polish-Swedish war broke out in 1655, he became a mercenary and fought on different occasions for both sides.

In 1661 Gordon entered the Russian army as a major, and, after suppressing the Moscow riots of 1663, he was promoted to the rank of colonel. In 1666 Tsar Alexis sent him as an envoy to England, but he failed to complete his mission satisfactorily and lost the tsar’s favour. Despite his efforts to leave the Russian service, his position improved with succeeding regimes, particularly after he heroically defended Chigirin (located in Ukraine), which was besieged by the Turks in 1678. He then rose to become a close advisor to Russian Tsar, Peter the Great being promoted to the rank of General-in-Chief and was also made an admiral of the Russian navy. It is even said that Peter entrusted Gordon take charge of his empire while he visited Western Europe. The two became such close friends that Tsar Peter kept vigil at Gordon’s deathbed.

The great Russian historian, S.М. Soloviev, regarded Patrick Gordon as “one of the most remarkable men” ever employed by the tsars, and was grateful to him for “recording his adventures and existence day by day, leaving to us curious tidings of himself, of his brothers in arms, and of Russia before the age of transformation” – and much else besides. Passages from the Diary were published in 1849. The original is preserved in manuscript in the Russian State Military Archive in Moscow.

#scotland #scottish #soldier #russia #history

[fluffyblue-multifandommess]

CHIGIRIN WAS SO POPULAR THEY MADE A SECOND ONE

#chigiri 2 electric bugaloo #chigiri hyouma #blue lock #blue lock spoilers #blue fandom ramblings

[mammonsbby]

NO WHY ARE YOU SAD 💔💔💔

i just usually am haha

#my life is suckish dude. #but i'm okay. #chigirins #answered

[amvro]

— about this blog

dni

lgbtq+phobic, racist, antisemitic, ableist, proshipper, islamophobic

don’t support he/him lesbians 

invalidate neoprns/xenogenders 

don’t use ppls proper prns 

don’t bother to educate yourself 

are or supports bi/pan lesbians 

thinks fiction does not affect reality

about me & this blog

salchi, 18, she/her, easian, cishet

if I say or do anything out of my bounds please don’t hesitate to let me know, I will promise to educate myself!

this is a sideblog so i’ll be following/sending asks from @chigirins

i won’t be posting any nsfw here, sorry if that’s what you’re looking for! sometimes I might post something suggestive, so please beware of that though

you will not like me if you don’t like amuro

i repost my work sometimes when tags don’t work, sorry!

i tend to write when i want to which will probably lead to very irregular posting, i apologize about that in advance!

#about #dni

[bluelockednyx]

Chigirin looks so good here!!

#chigiri hyouma #blue lock official merch

[kobzars]

Chigirin Kobzar and Haidamaks, Taras Shevchenko

A fragment of a chromolithograph depicting Taras Shevchenko and the second lifetime edition of the poet's collection of works "Chigirin Kobzar and Haidamaks"

#kobzar #ukrainian history #ukrainian #ukraine #Україна #Тарас Шевченко #Кобзар #украинская культура #культурний простір кобзар

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Last TV show: Stranger Things ! I watched the most recent season :D

Currently watching/listening to: As of right now, listening to Headfirst by Home and waiting for Stranger Things season 4 volume 2 :3

Currently reading: The Wind Up Bird Chronicle by Haruki Murakami - im really enjoying it so far! not too far into the book but i love reading it every spare moment i get and im in love with murakami's writing oml

Current obsession: Stranger Things LOL I forgot how much I love the cast - am also lowkey obsessed with my studio art class, it feels like its the only thing I think about lately. I also just think about school in general lately but idk if thats an obsession

Tagging: @tohr-u @plasticlovee @erensjgr @n1kaido @anyeas @chigirins @dearis87 @cosmichor @loveyears @tohmae

(no pressure to do! <3)

#.evature #thank u again sea for the tag!!! <333 #this was actually very fun to do #may do this again for myself in the future hehe

[saatans]

— about this blog

dni

lgbtq+phobic, racist, antisemitic, ableist, proshipper, islamophobic

don’t support he/him lesbians 

invalidate neoprns/xenogenders 

don’t use ppls proper prns 

don’t bother to educate yourself 

are or supports bi/pan lesbians 

thinks fiction does not affect reality

about me & this blog

salchi, 17, she/her, easian, cishet

if I say or do anything out of my bounds please don't hesitate to let me know, I will promise to educate myself!

this is a sideblog so i’ll be replying/following/sending asks from @chigirins

i won’t be posting any nsfw here so I’m sorry if that’s what you’re looking for

you will not like me if you don't like satan

i repost my work sometimes when tags don't work, sorry!

i’ve decided to not stress over posting so i will write when i want to which will probably lead to very irregular posting, i apologize about that in advance!

tags

#[🔉] salchi rambles - rambles

#[📂] fic recs - rbs/recs

#[💌] mail - asks

#about #dni #tags

[thecurrator]

would you like to hold the silly.. i've ordered bachira too but it looks like he's going to arrive later.. 😔

omg Chigirin... holding him in my hands like a baby bird

Here, he can hang out with Rinrin

#✒ asks #eepy bois