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Claire Keane

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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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character a confesses to character b after pining for them so long and character b feels the same way but is insecure and thinks character a deserves better so character b starts rambling and listing every single "flaw" of theirs and character a just simply replies "that's every single thing i love about you though?"
hq fic series where u think onigiri miya is the most normal place in the city ever and then u start meeting weirdos (msby adlers and everyone else esp atsumu) and having weird experiences with them (every single thing they do)
baby girl i got back into haikyuu as a coping mechanism not to make another one
kageyama tobio is a persistent and prideful man. he isn't going to lose to you or lose you that easily.
was that a dream or did someone describe me as melancholic
stz is frdt's fav team
the fanfic gods keeo waking me up at 4am
woke up 4am with reasons nobody knows feeling like im on cloud nine with no thoughts other than love and kisses
“still nothing?”
tobio leans by the door, two warm mugs in hand. the weather’s not that nice today. in fact there’s a storm, which explains why he’s not out at work late, like usual.
the weight under your eyes only gets heavier with time, and your fingers lay stiff on the keyboard. “nothing’s coming up.”
for a second, after that, you want to say, “actually, i’ve got something,” but you don’t. for a second, you get an idea of what to type on the blank document, seeing how his eyes could be so warm and tender despite being the darkest and coldest blue. how his usually tense and sharp physique melts into something more welcoming and slack. the gray sweater makes him look a lot smaller than he actually is, and it could be surprising with how large his build is and how everything fits him exactly or too tightly, but this supposedly rare sight to everyone else is just another saturday for both of you.
“don’t think of it too much,” he sits beside you, handing you your favorite warm drink, made just how you like it. “there’s still tomorrow, you know,” he leans in for a kiss on your temple, a hand on your back.
“well that’s something,” you turn to him and bury your face in his neck. “surprising to hear that from you, out of all people.”
he panics for a split second, until you breathe out, “i love it though.”
tobio lets out a sigh of relief, pulling you closer and shutting the laptop.
he thinks of love, a forever foreign force that he used to shut out of his life, terrified, only to beg for even just a second more of it when one or the other’s about to pull away, may it be away for weeks, or a few minutes.
then you think of love and luck.
love, because that’s all you’ve ever hoped for. this is all you’ve ever longed for, even if you forget it sometimes because he’s always there to offer and give you something better than this.
luck, because that’s what they’d say when they find out that the star they’re all dying to have and to hold is never out of your reach, even clinging onto you, letting you see all of him. even the ones that don’t seem like him to the public eye or his own family.
maybe you don’t have to wait tomorrow to fill in the blanks, because this is enough to give you an idea of what to write about love. still, that doesn’t mean you have to do it now either.
this moment may be just another saturday, and may not be more than a dot in the grand scheme of things, but it’s certainly not nothing.
friends to almost lovers is the one of the best tropes . its like . ur telling me to unlearn the one thing ive been taught . to stop doing the only thing that i know how to do best . telling me to stop loving u when thats all ive ever done my whole life . to stop doing something that's become more than a habit -- something that's become a part of me , second nature to me and comes so naturally and uncontrollably . to forget what's made me the happiest and saddest and feel the most ive ever felt . to forget the unforgettable . to unlove you when i've loved you my whole life is to kill my will to live
binge reading spy x family or any manga is never a good idea at all . and i was aware of that but i did it anyway . never do this kids
i love my current theme
atsumu is a terrible liar.
you learned this six months ago, on the first day of class, when he groggily replies that he wasn’t sleeping during the first period and was only “meditating”. his hair disheveled, eyes barely opened, and yawning as he spoke. it was the first time you’ve ever seen someone with that strong of a gut to lie when the dead give away in the first place was his own snore.
you remember as clear as daylight how his puppy eyes turned into a scowl when you agreed that he did, in fact, sleep during class when the adviser asked you, his seatmate, to confirm. you could cover for him, but there was no point in doing so when the facts were laid out in front. you would have only gotten into unnecessary trouble if you defended a guy you barely knew.
the scowl stayed until the last minute of the hour while he stood outside the room, arms aching from the two water-filled buckets he carried for 30 minutes straight.
you would have thought that look would stay permanent on his face, seeing how agitated he was and how deeply carved it was on his face, but later that day, atsumu would flash a charming smile here and there, let out a striking laugh every now and then, but then immediately frown upon the sight of you.
(atsumu curses you, and wishes that it was osamu in your place instead of you, but then he figures that it was best that his twin wasn’t with him. otherwise, it could’ve gone worse and he’d have to deal with the teasing days on end. so for now, as much as he hates you snitching on him, he’s glad that he doesn’t have to hear you making fun of him.)
(for now, at least.)
(you had hoped that he’d forgive you and he had sworn he never would, but three days later, he’s smiling at you like he’d been possessed by some kind spirit, telling—not asking—you to let bygones be bygones so that you would help him with his homework. it takes half an hour of exchanging quips for him to convince you.)
people would think he learned from that, but it’s obvious that he never did or ever will when he continues to lie to you six months later that fateful day.
“me? lying?” he gasps exaggeratedly, hand on his chest as if he’s been wrongly accused. “i would never! you’re the one lying to me, saying that i said that i like you while i was asleep!”
yuri briar
AKAASHI AND RENEGADE BY BRM AND TS ... YEAHHH
hc-ing oikawa as like .. a cheater .. pains me so much