I Refuse to write for Any characters I hate, I might write ONE. SINGLE. FANFIC, but it won't be smut.
If you send me a request asking me to write for a character that the Manga or show doesn't give much info about? Or doesn't show that character enough? I will not write them, for example, Bundus or Bro Santa,
gachiakuta doesn't show those characters much, so I don't know much about them and I really don't feel like guessing
I'm fine with writing characters under 18, and if it's smut? I probably won't mention their aged up, why? Because I dunno? Just know that they are,
I'm not a pedo gng, Mind you, I'm under 18 as well, but I'm still gonna write smut, and if that makes you uncomfortable? Okay? Not my problem
If your gonna leave hate, or complaints about my fanfic in my comments, just don't, I don't wanna hear it, I didn't write it for you. I wrote it for the person who asked me to, and if you don't like it? Just scroll, no one made you read my fanfic, you chose to, and that's on you, not me. So grow the fuck up.
Animes!
If you request a fanfic of a character from an anime I haven't watched yet? I will watch the full anime, just for you.
Because,
it's new anime, that I can try! And I love trying new things! Unless I don't like the animation.
It's nice to see what other people are into, and it gives me something to do!
The only thing I won't do? Is read the manga, because I don't have the time for that at all, the most I'll do is watch the anime
I refuse to write for one piece, and blue lock, One piece is way to long and it gets boring kinda quick, and blue lock? I don't see the full hype of watching a bunch of hot guys play soccer with power ups or whatever, this is just my opinion, I'm not saying it's horrible, I'm just saying it's not my style
I DONT PROOF READ
Yeah, none of my fanfics I write are proof read, I just post. If I have a typo? Deal with it, you'll figure it out, I won't go back and fix a few spelling errors if they aren't even that bad, get over it
Animes I have watched/ watching rn
JJK
Gachiakuta
Dr. Stone
Demon slayer
Naruto
Glitter force
Spy x family
Hells paradise
There's more but I just can't remember them all!
Extra!
I also do rants on tiktok!
@_cherryjam_991
You should check it out! I post a lot of school drama and other things I can't remember :p
Anyway that's it! Other then that, I love giving my opinion on questions if you ask, and I still make custom wallpapers for people who ask! And if you want me to make you a rant layout! Just ask! And my request are always open! Tho, a lot of the time they take a while! But keep them coming! I'm doing them all!
I swear to God, stop talking to me about my fucking tags, STFU IDGAF, kiss my bum, I'm so done with y'all, this is rage bait at this point, read this please.
Imagine Part 2: After what happened in the storage room, Zanka started avoiding you. Not very successfully, if you were being honest.
He left the cafeteria whenever you walked in. During training, he suddenly found urgent things to do on the opposite side of the field. And when you sat down beside him in the common room one afternoon, Zanka silently got to his feet and moved over to sit next to Rudo instead.
Rudo looked at him, then at you.
âDid you two have a fight?â
âNo,â you said.
âYes,â Zanka answered at the exact same time.
You slowly turned toward him.
âWe had a fight?â
âWe do now.â
Rudo frowned, clearly trying to figure out what was going on, but Zanka was already on his feet and heading out of the room.
You watched him leave.
âWow. He's so sensitive.â
âWhat did you do to him?â Riyo asked suspiciously.
âNothing much.â You shrugged.
âThat usually means you did something terrible.â
You only smiled.
Unfortunately for Zanka, Riyo wasnât the only one who noticed his strange behavior.
Enjin noticed too. Your brother had an almost supernatural ability to notice anything involving you, especially when it also involved a man acting suspiciously.
Which was how Zanka ended up finding Enjin waiting for him near the training grounds that evening.
Enjin was leaning against the wall, casually rolling a cigarette between his fingers. His expression was easygoing, his smile relaxed.
Zanka still tensed the moment he saw him.
âZanka,â Enjin drawled. âGot a minute?â
âNo.â
Enjin grinned.
âYou do now.â
Zanka stopped.
You were watching from behind a half-open door, barely managing to keep quiet.
âYouâve been acting weird lately,â Enjin said.
âI always act like this.â
âNah. Usually youâre weird in a different way.â
Zanka frowned.
âDid you actually want something?â
âYeah. I wanted to know why you keep running away from my sister.â
Behind the door, you pressed a hand over your mouth.
Zanka went still.
âIâm not running away.â
âSure.â
âIâm keeping a reasonable distance.â
âFrom her?â
âYes.â
Enjin nodded thoughtfully.
âSo you like her.â
âI didnât say that.â
âYou didnât deny it either.â
âIâm denying it now.â
âI donât believe you.â
Zanka let out a long breath and looked away. He already seemed to be considering every possible way to escape the conversation alive.
Enjin studied him for a few seconds, then laughed and clapped a hand against his shoulder.
âRelax. Iâm not going to kill you.â
Zanka gave him a wary look.
âReally?â
âOf course.â
âThat sounded like the first half of a sentence.â
âIt was.â
Zanka closed his eyes.
Enjin leaned a little closer, still smiling pleasantly.
âIf you hurt her, Iâll let her deal with you first.â
âAnd after that?â
âThen Iâll deal with you.â
âThat sounds more believable.â
âGood. Glad we understand each other.â
Enjin gave his shoulder another friendly pat and walked away. Zanka remained standing in the middle of the corridor, staring after him.
You carefully leaned out from behind the door.
âFeel better?â
He spun around.
âWere you listening?â
You gave him your most innocent smile, lightly biting your lip.
âI happened to overhear.â
âYou were standing behind the door.â
âI happened to be standing behind the door.â
Zanka slowly walked toward you. Judging by his expression, he was genuinely angry this time.
You backed away, though the pleased smile on your face gave you away immediately.
âWhy are you avoiding me?â you asked.
âBecause things like this keep happening whenever Iâm around you.â
âWhat things?â
âI get locked in storage rooms. Your brother interrogates me. And you never stop laughing at me.â
âThatâs because I like you.â
Zanka paused.
âAnd because youâre funny,â you added.
âIâm not funny.â
âYou are when youâre nervous.â
Your back met the wall. Zanka stopped in front of you and planted one hand beside your head, blocking your way.
For once, you were the one looking up at him.
âWell,â you said. âSomeoneâs gotten brave.â
âThis is what you wanted.â
âMaybe.â
âThen donât complain.â
He leaned closer. This time, he made the first move. Your smile faltered just a little.
âZanka?â
âWhat?â
âYouâre not thinking about Enjin again, are you?â
âNo.â
âAre you sure?â
âRight now, Iâm thinking about how to make you stay quiet for one minute.â
You opened your mouth, already prepared with another teasing remark.
You never got to say it.
Zanka kissed you. It was sudden and almost angry, as if he was less interested in kissing you than he was in finally shutting you up, and proving to himself that he could actually do it. His lips barely touched yours before he pulled away.
He probably regretted it immediately. You didnât give him the chance to retreat. Your fingers slid into his hair, curling gently around the back of his head as you pulled him in again. The second kiss was nothing like the first. It wasnât rushed or awkward. It was warm, deep, and far more confident than either of you had expected.
Zanka exhaled softly against your lips. He froze for only a moment before kissing you back, forgetting all about Enjin and every reason he had spent the past few days trying to stay away from you.
His hands settled around your waist, no longer cautious. His fingers tightened in the fabric of your clothes as he drew you closer, and you willingly pressed against him, feeling the last of the tension between you disappear.
When you finally pulled apart, neither of you moved very far. Zanka stayed close, breathing heavily, while you rested your forehead against his. You smiled when you noticed just how red his face had become. Even redder than it had been in the storage room.
âWhat?â he asked.
âNothing.â You laughed softly.
âJust say it.â
Your smile widened.
âI was just thinking you should listen to my advice more often.â
âWhat advice?â
âI told you that next time, you didnât have to move your hands.â
Zanka stared at you.
âAs you can see,â you continued, âit was excellent advice.â
He closed his eyes and let out a defeated sigh. Then a familiar voice came from around the corner.
âHey. What are you two doing over there?â
Zanka jumped away from you as if he had been electrocuted. You burst out laughing and leaned into the corridor.
âNothing, Enjin!â
Your brother appeared around the corner and narrowed his eyes.
âWhy does Zanka look like that?â
âItâs hot,â you replied calmly.
Zanka slowly turned to look at you. Enjin raised an eyebrow.
âOutside?â
âVery hot,â Zanka said, his face completely blank.
You nearly laughed again.
Enjin looked between the two of you for several long seconds before a knowing grin spread across his face.
âRight. Just try not to get locked in anywhere again, okay?â
Zanka went pale. Even you froze, suddenly fascinated by the loose strand of hair near your face. Enjin walked away, whistling cheerfully.
Silence settled over the corridor.
âHe knew,â Zanka muttered.
âLooks like it.â
âThe entire time.â
âProbably.â
Zanka covered his face with one hand.
You gave his shoulder a sympathetic pat.
âDonât worry. He said he wasnât going to kill you.â
âThat does not make me feel better.â
You rose onto your toes and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.
âGet used to it.â
Zanka lowered his hand and looked at you with exhausted resignation. But when you reached for his hand this time, he didnât pull away. Instead, he laced his fingers through yours.
A/N: guys I really love this frame, he looks so fucking good ugh, hope I could use this for everything
For Zanka, a Jinki wasn't just a tool; it was an extension of his soul, alive and worthy of absolute reverence.
This was especially true for Lovely Assistaff, his beloved staff. He guarded it fiercely, rarely letting anyone else lay a finger on it.
However, you were the sole exception to his rule.
You sat on the edge of your desk, carefully wiping the smooth surface of the staff with a soft cloth. Your movements were slow, deliberate, and filled with quiet tenderness. You treated the object not as a dangerous weapon, but as something precious that deserved the utmost care.
He stood a few steps away, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest. He watched you intently, his sharp eyes following your every move. Normally, seeing someone tamper with his beloved instrument would make him incredibly tense, and his instincts would scream at him to snatch it away immediately. But with you, her posture remained relaxed. He trusted you completely. He knew you understood the weight of a Giver's bond with their Jinki.
"You're doing well," Zanka murmured, breaking the silence of the room. A small, rare smile played at the corner of his lips. "Most people don't take care of it the way they should. But you... you really understand."
You looked up, smiling at him warmly.
"She tries so hard to keep you safe, Zanka. It's the least I can do to make sure she's well cared for."
As if answering your own words, you lifted the staff slightly, leaned down, and placed a soft, affectionate kiss against the wood near the top.
Zanka's breath caught in his throat for a moment. His cheeks flushed a deep red, and he had to cover himself with the collar of his jacket to hide the strange laugh that threatened to spill over his face.
After a few minutes, he cleared his throat sharply as he looked away. Seeing you care for his beloved Assistaff with such reverence always had the same effect on him. He felt intimately connected to it, and every drop of affection you gave Assistaff felt, somehow, as if it were meant for him as well.
"Yes, well," he stammered slightly, trying to regain his usual confident composure as he walked over to stand right beside you. He reached out, gently placing his hand on top of yours on the handle of the staff. "She likes you. I can tell. She always responds better after you spend time cleaning her."
"I like her too," you teased softly, meeting his eyes and noticing the lingering pink in his face. "And I like you."
Zanka let out a soft snort, and a genuine, affectionate smile broke through his feigned annoyance. He leaned forward, resting his forehead gently against yours.
"Good answer. Just keep handling her carefully, okay? I'm not confiding this to anyone else."
The hallway light flickered eerily as you shuffled along. In front of you stood the closed door, the only obstacle between peace of mind and a good night's sleep, or shame.
You took a deep breath, closing your eyes. The flashes of the dream...or rather, nightmare...you'd had a moment ago kept appearing, making your eyes fill with tears and your chest feel crushed.
Knock knock.
You knocked twice, wiping the sweat from your hands and clutching the hem of the t-shirt you were wearing as pajamas.
"Who is it?" A raspy voice called from the other side of the room.
'This is a bad idea,' you thought before answering. You turned on your heel and headed back down the creepy hallway.
"Did something happen?" That same voice sounded even louder through the open door. You stopped mid-walk and glanced over your shoulder.
Zanka stood in the doorway, his tousled hair making him look adorable. He blinked a few times, trying to focus on you.
"No, I just..." You turned to face him, swallowing hard before you could speak. He approached and took your hands in his, gently pulling you into his room. You followed without realizing it, gathering the courage to talk to him.
"You know you can tell me anything," he said after closing the door behind you. The light in his room was even dimmer than in the hallway, which made you feel more comfortable. You took another deep breath and sat up in bed. He followed suit.
His eyes never left yours, though his were filled with sleep while yours were filled with terror.
"I had a nightmare," you whispered. He nodded, running a hand through his hair. "It was horrible."
"I understand," he replied.
"No, Zanka, it wasn't like the others. This one...it felt so real." Tears began to well up in your eyes, the pressure you'd felt in your chest a moment ago intensifying.
Remembering it only made you feel worse. You couldn't wait for the sun to rise and for those memories of the dream to fade into darkness. You glanced at the clock on the bedside table; it was still early. Not yet 2 a.m.
"You're right, I don't understand," Zanka's voice was soft but firm enough to pull you from those thoughts. You looked at him questioningly, and he smiled sweetly. "But you know it was all a dream. It's in the past now, and it can't haunt you."
He hugged you and pulled you close, cupping your back and hair in his hands. You took a deep breath and inhaled his incense and citrus scent that you loved so much. Shyly, you ran your hands up his back and buried your face even deeper against his chest. You lost track of how long you'd been like that.
Finally, exhaustion overtook you both, and you lay down on the bed, his arms never letting go until the sun's rays touched your eyes. You shook your head and ignored the time on the damned clock as you snuggled back against his chest.
it starts off calm and pretty..then it gets more chaotic, and loud, and then its beauty and chaotic mixed it. its loud and kinda stressful.
when you first met/date tamsy, its calm and beautiful, then it gets more crazy..he's making blunt comments that leave you confused and stressed, then he giving you back handed comments, they seem sweet but..they're kinda weird..and soon he starts doing things to make you confused, or stressed, maybe a bit rushed..
oh wow, I have such amazing ideas guys! who wants to write it for me?
genuinely people have such little respect for fanfic writers. it's infuriating to have to say this but DO NOT FEED OUR WORKS TO AI WITHOUT OUR CONSENT!!!! we do this work for free and because we enjoy it and want to spread that happiness/comfort to others. we don't write so you can fuel your water-wasting addiction that you can't kick despite all the horrible problems with AI. in fact, fan fiction is an amazing alternative that doesn't waste our natural resources or cause droughts around the world!!!
personally, its hard for me to find the motivation to write. my mental health has been on the decline and motivation for anything is at an all time low. seeing people do this makes me want to write even less. again, we do this work for free!! do not exploit this fact!!
you like our works? then interact with the post!!! you want more story?? then talk to us about it!!!!!! we are people too and we deserve respect. can't get more to a story? then you write it! so what if you think it's bad? it's better than AI slop!!
tldr: be greatful for fanfic authors and don't feed our works to AI.
(sorry if this is poorly worded, this was written in a fit of rage)
Tamsy- your getting tired of him how his words don't match his actions..so you break up with him..but he follows you out and begs you not to leave..trying to fix it. saying that he promises to marry you..
Zanka- you cant stand how jealous he gets when you do something better then him, and you hate how competive he is, and he's also kinda boring..and when you break up with him, he begs, and pleads for you to stay, but you leave anyway. (add your own ending IDC, but its better when its sad)
jabber- He makes you cry sometimes, and you hate that, also he's a dick, so you break up with him, so he tells you to stay, because he thinks your joking, but your deadass, so he starts freaking out, and begging you to stay
I got lazy on jabber.. but yeah, I was thinking about adding enjin bc yknow, he can't handle commitment, also I would prob switch jabbers with tamsys but they both fit tamsy..idk
so who's gonna write it..? please tag me if you do omg
gotta be the saddest shit ive seen all day. he IS a minor. your shipping him with a man who's almost 30. dude..your the type of person to say "I HATE PEDOS!" and then go making pedo ships..I'm not saying enjin is one..but y'all are over here making comics about Zanka wanting to be graped.
this is sick and disgusting, I can not believe some people are like this, your supporting pedophilia btw, this is why people call anime weird, because of people like this making this weird shit
Tamsy- your getting tired of him how his words don't match his actions..so you break up with him..but he follows you out and begs you not to leave..trying to fix it. saying that he promises to marry you..
Zanka- you cant stand how jealous he gets when you do something better then him, and you hate how competive he is, and he's also kinda boring..and when you break up with him, he begs, and pleads for you to stay, but you leave anyway. (add your own ending IDC, but its better when its sad)
jabber- He makes you cry sometimes, and you hate that, also he's a dick, so you break up with him, so he tells you to stay, because he thinks your joking, but your deadass, so he starts freaking out, and begging you to stay
I got lazy on jabber.. but yeah, I was thinking about adding enjin bc yknow, he can't handle commitment, also I would prob switch jabbers with tamsys but they both fit tamsy..idk
so who's gonna write it..? please tag me if you do omg
based on this nonnie request - hope you enjoy!! đ«¶
pairing - enemies to lovers!zanka x fem!reader
contains - drunk / tipsy sex (consensual), hate sex, brat tamer zanka / bratty reader, mild degrading / dirty talk, spanking (like once), fingering, breast play, (sorta?) body worship, edging
wc - 1.3k
youâve always had this simmering, unspoken rivalry between yourself and the âaverage joeâ of Team Akuta, Zanka Nijiku. just getting under each otherâs skin, always bickering, the whole nine yards. since you joined the cleaners, heâs been at your throat, and vise versa.
but whoâs to say you canât find someone attractive if you hate them?
painful as it is to admit, heâs beautiful. sharp jawline, real intense eyes. if he wasnât such a prick all the time, you think youâd fall for him. but no. he goes out of his way to bother you. so itâs natural for you to retaliate, and give him hell back. itâs only fair.
well, fast forward. youâve been on this same hate train for a few months, when this new cleaner joins. heâs a Sphereite, too. so he steals the attention for a while, no big deal. you even find out through the grapevine that Zanka will be his mentor, to which you just mumble âthatâs rough..â
but this Sphere kid, Rudo, is so special that they end up throwing this welcome-to-the-ground party for him. on one hand, whatâs the hype? on the other hand, who would pass up an opportunity to party? just like Riyo said, itâs just an excuse for everyone to get wasted.
so you do exactly that.
but it looks like you arenât the only one with the idea. after a handful of shots and too much dancing, you slump down in a chair in a dim corner. to your drunk dismay, youâve plopped yourself down right next to Zanka. great.
âget lost.â
âno..you get lost.â
he just grumbles, no energy to argue further. youâre surprised him of all people got wasted, but who are you to judge?
after a few back and forth comments, you sorta just give up, and slump over, leaning onto his shoulder.
âthe fuck dâya think yer doing..?!â
he said, brows furrowed. you mumble back something thatâs slurred by the alcohol. after a second, you lift your head to look up at him. your thumb brushes the corner of his mouth.
âyou had something on your faceâŠâ
he was too stunned to speak. but that also meant he was stunned to deny the growing flush on his cheeks.
without thinking much - because why would you? - you moved your hand from lightly brushing the corner of his mouth to cupping his cheek fully. you lean forward with little to no hesitation, pressing your lips to his firmly. and before either of you know it, everythingâs blurred into the two of you making out. and then it snaps back - people can most definitely see you two right now. so the solution?
you pretend youâre fighting. itâs normal, usual, expected. except you arenât dragging him by the collar to a storage closet for the sole purpose of sparringâŠ
the door shuts, and Zanka backs up against the wall, squished in as youâre trying to figure out the lock. youâre about to panic about the risk of being caught when he gets impatient. he grabs your waist, spins you around and crashes his lips onto yours.
any worries about the others simmer away as your mouth moves against his with a desperate fervor thatâs been built up for months. the locked away thoughts of âiâm so mad heâs fineâ finally coming to light now that you know neither of you care.
he barely pulls away to tug your shirt over your head, leaning back a little just to admire.
âhard to hate ya with tits like these..â
he mutters, leaning forward again to kiss you, hard and quick and honestly a little messy, with your back pressed against some boxes. but he canât help but pull away again to just look down at his favorite sight - he swears his mouth must be watering.
âf-fuck, they..sit so perfect,â
he whispers, as if your breasts are some holy grail that he just canât take his eyes off of. his hands find their way to your back to unclasp your bra, the only thing holding him back.
once itâs finally off, he starts to leave warm open-mouthed kisses all across your chest, wherever his lips can reach. he groans against the soft skin while his hand kneads the other breast. his free hand glides along your stomach once, then down, until his fingertips finally brush just barely underneath the waistband of your pants.
he looks up at you, and when he sees you - biting down on your lip and holding onto the boxes behind you eagerly - heâs told all he needs to know. his hand dips down, under your jeans and straight to your clothed core. his fingers brush your panties, and his breath catches.
âyer nasty..â he says, looking back up at you, face a little scrunched up. âthis wet? already?? didnât even do anythinâ yetâŠâ
but itâs not like a drop stops him from wanting to explore an ocean.
he frantically unbuttons your pants, and tugs them down in one quick pull along with your panties. he pushes you back a little, so youâre sitting on one of the stacked boxes, legs up. he pushes your thighs up so your legs are in the air.
âhold âem.â
he instructs firmly. you hook your hands on the backs of your knees, keeping your legs suspended like he said. heâs not wasting a second, taking off his shirt just to shove it in your mouth before diving right in.
the shirt was a good idea, judging by the whine that leaves your lips once he plunges two fingers into you. no teasing, no warm-up. just straight into it like heâs rushing in to kill a trash beast.
âbe quiet, will ya?â he tsks, pulling his fingers out real slow before shoving them back in. he starts to piston his fingers in and out of you rapidly, curling them up so perfectly to put pressure on the top of your spongy walls. heâs getting an earful of your beautifully muffled moans and whimpers, so thatâs only encouraging him to be more of a little shit.
âyeah? there?â he asks almost tauntingly, because the moment you nod desperately, he pulls his fingers out halfway, and starts applying pressure there. itâs the wrong spot, the wrong angle, not deep enough. and he knows that, you can see it on his face.
you try to buck your hips up, and squirm a little bit so he has to go deeper. that backfires, earning you a smack on the thigh.
âwho dâya think you are, hm?â he sneers, slowing his fingers to a stop. he gives them a few more weak thrusts of his hand before pulling it out, and rubbing the same two fingers down hard on your clit. he watched as your body jerked from that one touch, the reaction you gave.
and without letting you cum at all, he decided he was done. you couldâve slapped him if your mind wasnât all fogged up.
he takes his shirt from your mouth, slipping it back on without a care in the world for your saliva on some bits. he wipes his fingers off on his pants, and bends down to pick up your discarded clothes to help you get dressed. your hands have long since left your legs, and youâre sitting upright on the box, still naked.
âi didnât even cum yet, i wasnât even close..!â you protest weakly. all youâre met with?
âi know,â
he sounded so calm it was infuriating. until he added,
âmeans ya gotta come see me another time to pick up where we left off, right?â
oh. that changes things.
âyeah..right.â you nod, reaching down to your lap where heâs put your clothes. you clasp your bra back on while he slides your panties up your legs, zero regard for the wetness there. then was your pants, then your shirt.
âiâm leaving first. wait a few minutes, so it donât look weird, mâkay?â he said quietly. but before he left?
this boy had the nerve to go over, cup the side of your face, and kiss your cheek before he left without another word.
love is so confusing- love?? no, it definetly wasnât love. definetly not towards Zanka. but..after tonight, the word hate didnât feel fitting anymoreâŠ
He was always skilled with manual crafts; the way he handled his staff with such grace wasnât only useful in combat, it had also given him a certain dexterity with his hands.
Zanka enjoyed making messy, abstract sketches, almost impulsive, and from time to time, he would shape small sculptures with the clay sold at the market.
When he met you, everything that once felt monotonous began to turn into inspiration.
He liked watching you train. Thanks to Enjin, he was assigned as your mentor, which gave him the perfect excuse to study every detail up close: your fighting style, your Jinki, the elegance in your movements⊠even that mole on your face and the shape of your eyes.
And when he couldnât get you out of his head, he decided the best way to âdistractâ himself was to create something that would inevitably remind him of you: a sketch of your Jinki.
Over time, his sketches began to change. They stopped being chaotic and became more defined, almost careful, as if by drawing you he was trying to capture something he was afraid to forget. He would never admit it out loud, but he kept every single one of those drawings as if they were something precious.
At times, without realizing it, he would end up standing too close to you during training, correcting your posture with a precision that bordered on intimate. It wasnât clumsiness; it was his quiet way of memorizing you, of making sure that even if he couldnât have you, he could at least recreate you with his own hands.
DO YOU GUYS KNOW HOW MUCH I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ?!?!?!?! SOMEONE WRITE F1 DRIVER! ZANKA !!! I NEED HIM I NEED HIM I NEED HIM I NEED HIM I'M GOING INSANE I'M GOING INSANE I WANT HIM SO BAD I WANT THIS ZANKA SO BAD. PLEASE WRITERS PLEASE
I saw this in TikTok first and I was honestly getting crazy over it, literally stared at it for a whole 10 minutes, I love this art, I love this Zanka. And I NEED this ZANKA.
