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SANA TOTOO KA. (moved. dm for new blog)

[lnarizakis]

a little bit of a farewell

well, with that last aizawa one-shot marks the end of this blog-- of badlywritten-hq, cadekagi, and lnarizakis. it’s been fun, everyone! i really made many, many friends. but... with every beginning comes an end, and i must say that i’m leaving this blog.

however! i’m starting a new blog (it is a sideblog of this same account), so if you would like the url of the new blog, please dm me. 

now, onto a few details...

i’m keeping this blog up for safekeeping: you know, if i ever by some chance want to return to this blog. and everything will be left untouched-- read to your pleasure, but the links to series that i’ve done don’t work.

that being said, you can dm me or send me an ask if you’d like me to update the links to the masterpost of that series.

reblog/like/spam as much as you want; i don’t get notifications for this blog.

some of my works will be reposted onto my new blog, and those works are: 

THINKING OUT LOUD (miya osamu x reader)

FINGERLESS GLOVES (miya atsumu x reader)

IN THIS TIMELINE AND THE NEXT (oikawa tooru x reader)

these three are my favorite works, and with pride comes with improvement, so i’ll be modifying these as well. at the end of the fic, they’ll have “reposted from my old blog, @/lnarizakis” so you’ll know it’s me! if you don’t see that in any other posts from different blogs... then they plagiarized me. pls lmk if that happens too !!! 

again, thank you everyone so much for this journey of reawakening my love for writing and what it means to be a content creator. i love you all, and stay safe. 

[lnarizakis]

hii i was reading your rules and i wanna know what you mean by "ghost reader" 😀 i'm a bit confused here

hello! thanks for still reading my works even though this blog is completely dead TT but a ghost reader is someone who only reads the post and does not interact with it at all (they don’t like or reblog the post)

[lnarizakis]

miyagi prefecture collab — meraki.

━━━━orphic. (adj.) mysterious and entrancing; beyond ordinary understanding

with aizawa shota. 

in 0.5k words.

tags the new teacher entrances him, fluff.

To say that you were the talk of the town—that being the school you were now hired to work at— was no exaggeration. 

“Ah, so (Y/N)’s your teacher now? Lucky…!” was the common phrase spoken among students, and your name floated between conversations, laughs, and whispers. People adored you—they loved you—for your bright smile, the stars in your eyes, and the way your laugh fills the room with music. To most, you were a sort of idol in the eyes of boys and girls alike. 

However, there was one particular teacher that didn’t exactly hold a soft spot for you.

“Good morning, Aizawa-san,” you greeted him one cold December morning. A big grin rested on your face, though he didn’t share the same sentiment. He greeted you as well, but turned away to work on whatever sat impatiently on his desk. Maybe he was writing a complaint letter to move your desk away from his in the teacher’s office. 

“How’s your class doing?” you asked. Your arms were folded across your desk, covering whatever work you had to do yourself. 

“They’re fine,” he said promptly. “Don’t you have work to do?” 

You laughed bashfully, looking down to resume your work. Aizawa turned up to look at you. Maybe if he used his quirk on you, he could erase whatever spell-inducing, laughter-creating quirk you constantly used. 

Though, he realized, he didn’t even know what kind of quirk you had. In fact, there was close to nothing he knew about you. Despite all that positivity you radiated, you never spoke a single word about yourself. You were mysterious…

...but he wanted to know more about you, so when you told him that there was this one teacher—whose name you didn’t even know—invited the rest of the staff for an informal Christmas dinner, who was he to say no?

So, he finds himself a week later sitting between you and Hizashi (who was in fact the invitee of the dinner) as your laughter rang in his ears, the result of Nemuri’s somehow-hilariously intriguing story. It’s not far from the truth to say that he was entranced by the sound of you, as he’s a very hard person to please. Slowly but surely, though, he falls under your spell. 

Later, when everyone’s dispersed around the house, he’s sitting next to you on the couch. You’re a little stiff, despite warming up to everyone else, but he gets it—you’re still new to the atmosphere, and there’s still discomfort lodged in your chest, so he’s doing his best to keep you company. 

“Ah, so—”

“This party was really fun,” you interject. “Or, uh, dinner, I mean. I don’t know, I think everyone’s out in a different room playing a game.”

A pause.

“Aren’t you going to join them, Aizawa-san?” 

He tells you, “Maybe, I don’t think so.” So you’re finally revealing your true colors to him—underneath all that radiance, you’re still shy, but you choose not to show it. He does his best to suppress the soft feeling bubbling in his chest. 

Though, there’s still so much for him to learn about you. He hopes that slowly, in time, you’ll come to recognize that longing look that glosses for only a second across his eyes and realize that he’s there to look into you further, find out everything about you…

… Because to him, you’re orphic. You’re mysterious, entrancing, and you’re all that he wants to know about.

MERRY CHRISTMAS, MICKIE @tokyoghoose​ ! 

i was your secret santa for this event. it was very funny, since we always talked about who everyone wrote for... but you never suspected me HAHA! i hope you had fun trying to guess who else i wrote for, but here’s the rest if you weren’t able to do so:

muni-muni — tsukishima kei

hiraeth — oboro shirakumo 

sana — gojo satoru

and again, a very merry christmas to one of the most thoughtful, kindest people i know. thank you for being such a wonderful friend, and i really am so grateful to have you in my life! 

[tokyoghoose]

➪ gingerbread house

↳ haikyuu x reader

↳ miyagi prefecture secret santa event

⟳ warnings: slight angst, mentions of cheating

⟳description: christmas parties with your ex aren't as romantic as hallmark makes it seem.

⥅Hiraeth: deep longing for something, especially one's home or a homesickness for a home in which you can not return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, and the grief for the lost places of your past

Christmas movies have been a trademark for the holiday for years with the common themes: the joy of giving, white winters, and love are found in unlikely places.  And yet, all it seemed to teach you was high expectations for scrouges and romance.

It's never this awkward in the hallmark movies. It's anything but romantic and cheesy when you're trying to avoid your ex. Then again, the guy never seemed to be painfully, socially constipated in them. Always very professional, loaded, and seemingly beyond the standards even if he's average looking. Your ex, on the other hand, is a brooding volleyball player with an accidental sense of pride.

And yet, your mother, of all people, invited him and his family over for a small Christmas get together like this was every other year...

"Mom, why-" you start, turning around smoothly to follow your mother into the living room, both hands occupying a cup of hot chocolates while she trails out of the kitchen with a platter of snowman and tree-shaped cookies, "-did you invite them? We broke up last year and he has obviously-"

"Watch yourself, dear."

You duck away from the garland around and above the doorway, narrowly avoiding the sharp cranberry leaves with your arms.

"I know you two broke up, but that doesn't mean you can't be friends, does it?"

She stares you down before smiling again with a practiced gaze and enters the living room where the rest of the two families are sitting around. On the sofas and scattered around the floor and walls are friends of your family. The chatter is lively and the people even more so, dressed to the nines in ugly Christmas sweaters and tacky jewelry. It's more forgiving with the excess amount of LED lights coming from decorations compared to the normally harsh lighting that would wash anyone out in bright reds and greens.

Once everyone settles around in a circle, the gift exchanges begin for a secret Santa game. Most of the presents are gag gifts of stupid card games to socks, one or two people getting perfume or lotions. You get stuck with a bar of soap carved out to look like some musician you had never heard of until tonight. The laughter has died down now, and the calm of winter floods into your humble home before your mother claps her hands together with a content sigh. Her eyes seem to light up when she looks across the room to her best friend, a sly look that gleams in them when she says, "How about some food?"

As if on cue, the small gathering of you all starts back up with exaggerated calls for food and babbling about who brought what. "Can you two help me set up a bit?" Two fingers jab at you and your ex sheepishly and are gone before you can get an answer out.

Before you even enter the kitchen, she turns back around with the claim she forgot something. The two of you shuffle in beneath the doorway, him ducking down under the arch when you're stopped again by his mom's tsk. She motions above the two of you, pursing her lips and turning away, leaving you with the taller boy underneath a single branch of mistletoe hanging between the two of you.

He sheepishly rubs at the back of his neck, a habit not unfamiliar to you, and he refuses to meet your eyes for even the briefest second. Yet, it seems he gathers the courage to mutter out something.

"What was that?"

Another mumble.

"Dude, speak up."

"I said, we should probably follow tradition."

You scoff at that, wrapping your arms tighter around yourself in a forgiving hug while he frowns. The overwhelming smell of pine is starting to make your nose burn and skin itch and you just desperately want to get out of this situation now.

"This is stupid and wrong. You know, I never took you as the type to take a dig like that and cheat!"

At that, he looks bewildered. His eyebrows furrow and a crease forms and indent itself into wrinkles on his forehead before he sputters out, "Cheat? What do you mean, 'cheat'."

"What do you mean, 'what do you mean'. Is that not your new girlfriend?"

By now his face is red, ears tinting pink in embarrassment when he shakes his head, "No! She's my cousin who had a flight come in early. I- I wouldn't be able to move on that fast."

And with that, it's like the world falls silent except for the soft, fleeting snow outside. The comment making everything tilt on its axis and pause in thought, the grip on the sleeves of your sweater loosening. Maybe...

Maybe it could be like a Hallmark movie.

⥅authors notes ; week two of the secret Santa collab is complete two weeks late. This is probably my least favorite piece because of the character and how I portrayed it. can you guess who this one was about? thank you for reading and make sure you check out the other collabs pieces, tagged below!

⥅tags ; @caxsthetic @t-amajiki @tsukkiboii @kuro0luvr @himichii @spicyfoodboi @lcaita @cadekagi

[himichii-deactivated20230207]

➻ lazy mornings & small accidents

[ haikyuu ] kita shinsuke / reader

content warnings ; fluff , lazy mornings , fire (?) maybe

[ art source ; umibe no étranger ]

➥ synopsis ; Mornings with your husband are the best, rare but enjoyable. Though accidents do tend to occur sometimes.

➥ word count ; 717

➸ orphic ; " beyond ordinary understanding "

➤ hello?? hi it's kael here with the last part of the event! this secret santa has been so much fun, i got to write for characters i never rlly even thought of writing for before. the fics and their characters in respective prefer were;

first week - osamu || second week - suna

third week - atsumu || fourth week - kita

and with that being said, i think it makes it obvious who i had to write for, now that the characters are revelead. so hi @caxsthetic darling, i hope you enjoyed your gifts!! and please enjoy this last one too~

“Hnghh..” you groan as you stretch your arms in your shared bed with your husband. He's always woken up before you, with his routineー that he somehow still manages to keep up withー forcing him to be up and going early in the morning.

You tug on the red string tied to your pinky, your daily way of telling him you're now awake. It's become a small thing between you two, just for you two.

You put on a shirt from the closet, the first one you can get your hands on appears to be a bigger fit. “Ah, it's his then.” you mutter while you check yourself out in the mirror. You twirl a little.

You're still a bit drained from yesterday, work had been getting stressful. More so than usual. So a lazy morning with Kita himself seems like absolute heaven to you.

When you feel something tugging at your hand, you let out a half assed smile.

“‘Am coming!!” you call from your room, to your humble abode.

Once entering the living room, you're greeted with a soft sofa and pillows. A clock placed on top of a drawer next to the couch. It looks so very vibrant, and with your husband awaiting your arrival with anticipation, the room seems a lot brighter than usual.

His presence is genuinely the light of your life.

You go up to the kitchen counter with drowsy stepsー it seems you haven't fully woken up yet. You take out a mug from the cabinet to make tea as you let the pot boil. The vague scent of linden spreads to your home.

“Ah.. this is calming.” You say, closing your eyes to take it in.

“Angel, the tea seems to be spilling.” Kita calls out from the couch, eyeing you and your every movement with wary. Watching over you gives him a feeling of safety, calmness. It's as if he’s satisfied when he feels that he can protect you.

“Uh, thank you darling!” you stanmer, hands barely clasping the teapot only to get burnt.

“Ow! ..That hurts.” you half-shout.

His eyes widen ever so slightly when he sees you flinch, worried that you've hurt yourself. And, unfortunately, you have.

The burn stings a lot, you think.

He rushes to your side, with clear worry glistening in his eyes. He takes your hand into his, trying his best to not touch the burn.

“Ah, thank the gods, it doesn't seem too bad.” He mumbles while carefully looking at your hand. He holds it so gently, you swear you can feel his worry yourself.

He looks up at you and smiles, then goes back to tending to your hand.

You feel yourself flushing a deep red. No matter how long you've been together for, his smile still catches you off guard sometimes. It feels so warm, homely. You can't help but smile back.

When he's done with your hand, he gives it a small peck before going to the nearest cupboard to take out two mugs. You giggle at his choice of mugs; couple mugs. You can tell he's confused by your sudden laughter, so you say that it's nothing.

“..Alright.” He mumbles.

You thank him for helping with the wound and apologize for the inconvenience. “It's alright, you're not an inconvenience to me.” he chirps, a discreet smile on his lips.

You take a minute to fully register your surroundings, finally wake up.

Feeling refreshed, you feel two arms wrapping themselves around your torso. His grip on you is tenderー it resembles him in all ways possible. Tender. He's so sweet to you, you can only awe and hope he knows just how much you love him.

“You're so soft..” you mutter.

Though you don't get a reply, you can hear him humming oh so slightly to your shoulder. Incoherent mumblings you finally register as a ‘mhmm’.

You stay like that for a while. The reverent silence humbling you both.

Once he lets go, you notice him going back to the sofa and getting a blanket.

He has a gentle smile on his face whilst patting the seat next to his, opening the blanket for you; inviting you to cuddle up.

You take up on his offer the moment he proposes, eagerly.

“I love you.” he says.

“So much.”

➥ tags ; @t-amajiki @caxsthetic @cryoqi @kuro0luvr @lcaita

[kakiwrites]

sana tayo nalang

Genre: hard-hitting angst, I tried-

A ??? X reader

Meraki 3rd secret Santa entry

Sana (Tagalog)- wish, hope

a/n: seriously, it tried- for the curious people, I am a Filipino so yeah lolol. I’ve been trying to gather up the courage to write angst like this. The tag problem is a really bad bump in this new account so hopefully, it gets resolved soon once I post this and my other fics that are ready to be posted along with this one. Thank you for your patience! Let’s get started!

 You wished you were with him.

 (???) was a magnificent fellow who had girls flocking towards him left and right. And you, being one of his closest friends, let him deal with it alone.

 You knew how he was annoyed by them, heck, he would freeze up when his fangirls start cornering him only for him to think of an excuse to walk away.

 And he ran to you when these fangirls were bothering him. He sought comfort in your voice, in your personality, in… you.

 He wouldn’t know what he would do without you.

 He called you over that day. You thought he was about to talk to you about homework or how his fangirls tried to talk to him earlier in the morning.

 He sat you down on the edge of his bed, him sitting cross-legged, facing you. He fidgetted in his place, looking down at his hands. You saw pink dusting his cheeks.

 You never thought this day would come.

 "i-I think I like (male best friend),“ he admitted happily, looking up at you. You had to keep your cool and smile at him. You had to keep this façade up until you excused yourself to head off early.

 Only when you reached your bedroom did you start crying.

 That was the day you were about to suck it up and tell him how you felt.

 It’s been weeks since then.

 You stayed by his side even though it hurt you being so close yet so far from him. You stayed by him with that fake cheerful facade you dreaded wearing every single day.

 But you had to.

 And we are done! Hopefully, you guys enjoyed watching this because I did! Requests are open so please don’t be shy to leave anything in my inbox! Love you guys 💖💕❤️

General taglist (don’t be shy to comment your tumblr @ below: @tokyoghoose @macaronnv @kuro0luvr @reogou @lnarizakis @himichii

[miyangel-archived-deactivated20]

i am begging ya’ll to interact with your favorite writers and their work. i hate to say it but following simply isn’t enough— it’s so confusing for writers when their follower count is going up but yet the recognition on their work is not matching up with that number no matter what it is.

it makes so many amazing writers, including myself, lose motivation and most of the time stop writing.

[giggle]

this is the offical ‘i care’ symbol this is how it works: basically you reblog this and your followers know that you care and that they can message you about anything anon or not and you will reply back or at least look at there message. if you care about your followers please reblog

[lnarizakis]

miyagi prefecture collab — meraki.

━━━━sana. (n.)  'i hope'; wish

with ambiguous jjk character.

in 0.4k words.

tags he wishes upon a star, pining, fluff.

Somebody once told him that if he looks up at the night sky when it’s clear and he can see all the stars, there might be a chance that he could see a falling star, and he can make a wish on that. Of course, knowing him, he never fell to such preposterous ideas. 

“Why would I make a wish,” he said to that person, “when I could just grant it myself?” He sighed aloud, looking up at the sky. A remnant of a smile remained on his face— he seemed to have hoped that wishing upon a star seemed very real. 

Then, he met you. 

You, with a smile brighter than all the stars in the sky and eyes that shone more than the sun did on that day he met you. You, with your hands reaching out for him and your heart close to bursting whenever he was around. You were everything he could have hoped for in a person— in a lover. 

You were enough to make him look up at the cloudless sky one night, after walking you home from getting yourself in trouble once more and his having to save you, and scour whatever he could up among those stars to find a falling star. He stood underneath the dim light of the street lamp, and all his thoughts of you swept him away in a flurry that made him forget why exactly he stopped in his tracks, head up and away in the sky. 

Several minutes later, a falling star appeared. 

It happened in a flash, but it was there, ready to be wished upon by him. His heart raced, though he’d never admit that it did, and the thought of you passed through his mind much like the shooting star—as if you were almost asking him to wish upon the star. 

For what exactly, he wasn’t sure, but all he knew was that you were a part of that wish that came down with that falling star.  

Though he’d awoken, his eyes remained closed. 

All he felt was warmth, and when he turned to his side, there was someone all too familiar hugging his torso. Their face was buried into his chest, but even without recognition he knew it was you. 

It had always been you, his everything and his nothing, his one and only wish. 

Many years had passed since that night, but he knew that his wish had been granted— even if he knew he could grant that wish himself. 

header: lovely complex

[caxsthetic]

YOU GUYS ARE GOING TOO FAR—

Please, please... For those who received hate anons and hate dm's or hate replies... TURN IT ALL OFF!

HOW TO TURNING OFF ANON, SORT FILTER AND DM FROM YOUR PHONE BROWSER:

1. Open your browser and go to tumblr.com

3. Login to your account. DO NOT go to the tumblr app. Stay on your browser.

4. In the top right corner, there should be three horizontal lines in a square shape. Click it.

5. Click on settings

6. Click account.

7. On the bottom left side of the screen, there will be a list of all of your blogs. Select the blog that you want to disable anons

8. A screen should show the settings of the blog you selected, scroll down.

9. If you want to turn off anon, make sure the setting goes like this on the "Ask" section:

10. If you want to filter out the replies, you have options on the "Replies" section:

11. If you want to allow only those who you follow to dm you, make sure it goes like this on the "Messaging" section:

PLEASE STAY SAFE AND BE THERE TO SUPPORT AND LOVE EACH OTHER💕

[caxsthetic]

HERE YOU GO I FIX THIS POST NOW PLEASE STAY SAFE EVERYONE YOU GUYS ARE THE SWEETEST AND DO NOT DESERVE ANY HATE!!

[animatedrapture]

Good morning/afternoon/evening to everyone following me. If you see this and you've been seeing hate towards writers you follow as well, if you've seen the terrible discourse today, please reach out to them with love and positivity. I genuinely think it's very much needed right now amidst the vile and despicable things being told and sent to these writers who have done absolutely nothing wrong.

If their asks are off or there's no means of reaching out, please reblog this;

I just want to remind everyone that you're valid, your feelings, emotions, thoughts are valid. I want to remind everyone right now, especially to these writers being harassed, that they're loved. You're all very, very, very much loved. You have my support. You deserve none of the disgusting things being said and sent to you and you have a huge load of my love.

That's all. Please take care of yourselves. You matter. You're valid. Your mental health matters. We love you.

[tsukkiboii]

sana (noun.) - wish, hope

pairing: unknown!haikyuu x reader

genre: fluff, hurt(?)/comfort

word count: 0.27

EVENT MASTERLIST

it’s been a bad day, you tell yourself.

a bad day, a bad week, at this point, maybe even a bad month. 

dark, uncaring thoughts keep fogging over your mind. the future seemed so uncertain, ambiguous, you weren’t sure what was going to happen. all you wanted to do was to have a full grasp, to say confidently that you know what you will do. but that didn’t seem possible now. 

what happened? why are you like this? why can’t you be sure about the future, even if it’s just a little aspect of it? why-

“hey, yn!”

two simple words snap you out of your thoughts. you raise your head to the sight of your boyfriend with slightly furrowed brows, reaching out to wipe away the wetness on your face. you hadn’t realized you were crying. 

“what’s wrong, angel”

you sniff a little, smiling slightly. “the future, [redacted].”

you yelp as he pulls you into his arms unexpectedly, knocking you off-balance. 

“scared?”

“terrified.”

he squeezes you to his chest for a moment, silent. his warmth wraps around you as you inhale his calming scent. 

“that’s alright, yn,” he says after a while, “you don’t have to be certain of it. no one could be certain of it, could they?”

he slides his fingers through your hair and leaves a warm kiss on your forehead. 

“but no matter what happens, i’m always here. every step of the way, and you know that. i’ll be beside you no matter what happens in the future.”

perhaps for the first time in a while, hope seemed to glimmer in the future.

GENERAL TAGLIST: @brainwqshed​ @t-amajiki​ @spicyfoodboi​ @chlseijoh​ @prettysetterakaashi​ @tokyoghoose​ @kiyoomaid

[caxsthetic]

I am tired with all of these Dark Content writer getting bullied. I am not a DC writer but they don't deserve to get hate, they are people, lovely people even. They have the right to be treated the same with kindness.

In a society where we were given so much freedom for all of us to make controversial things, you are the one who can protect yourself from things you wanted to avoid and dislike.

Avoid them, unfollow them, block the tags, block the writer all you want. But just leave them, they don't do you harm. They usually gave warning from the very first start, bold it, italic it, making sure that their content was not everyone cup of tea.

So what more that you want to achieve? You could never stop people from creating things. So please, if you don't vibes with some content, leave them.

With just leaving them it was a win-win situation, you save either yourself and them.

You save yourself from things that makes you uncomfortable, you wouldn't even dwell in it since you didn't invest much time thinking about their creation. And you save them from getting the fear, you save them from the harsh words that no one deserve.

And that was the best move.

[himichii-deactivated20230207]

➻ let's do this again , later

[ haikyuu ] unknown / reader

content warnings ; fluff , soft moments when ur half asleep

[ art source ; umibe no étranger ]

➥ synopsis ; It's not like you go to the park often. But sometimes when you're tired it's best to just rewind and enjoy the little things. So why not do it again some other time?

➥ word count ; 410

➸ sana ; " i wish , i hope "

➤ hello?? hi! this is the third week entry for the event i'm partaking in. the miyagi prefecture is.. well it's fun. i've met interesting people thanks to it and even started posting here haha.. i hope y'all enjoy this weeks drabble.

“Yanno.. I wanna do this again. And again..” You say from under your breath. Legs propped up on the bench, arms keeping said legs together whilst giving you a comfortable space to rest your head on. So, you bury your head between your arms trying to avoid looking him in the face.

“Sitting in a park.. Right, yes, gotcha.” The air is thick, with fog clearly surrounding the area. It's rare. It's only the start of December, after all.

“What's so fun about this? I can take you out somewhere a lot more nicer!” He whines, though he wouldn't admit that he was content as long as you accompanied him. He felt that it was an obligation to do such nice things, spoil you. Because to him, you always deserved the best, the most.

His request to spoil you getting ignored however, did make him pout. He turns to face you.

You move your head a little from its previous position, getting more tired each time you could feel your hair brush past your outfit.

It's cold.

“Aye.. you seem tired.” He muses. “Yeah, I know dumbass.”

The silence that overcame you both seems to be drowned out by the noises of the kids playing in the playground. Whether it be imitating plane noises or simple cheering.

“‘S kinda soothing, honestly.”

“What is?”

You ponder for a minute. You're worn outー too worn outー from practice, from school. You could go for a nap, it doesn't exactly matter if it's outside.

“The kids…”

“It feels so.. pure. It's a nice sight to see them so happy.” You mumble to yourself, almost asleep at this point.

He asks another question. “‘Think we would've gotten along as kids?”

You shake your head. Probably not, but hey, kids usually do get along no matter what. So maybe you would.

You're too tired to say anything to him though.

He raises a hand, yet hesitates as if asking for permission. He's barely in your field of vision, your hair covering your face and arms blocking your sight.

You nod, slightlyー he doesn't miss the chance to play with your hair, and to pet you. He’s more gentle with how he strokes your hair, how he plays with each strand to not wake you (who's now asleep seconds after you're calmed by his touch)

He tucks a strand behind your ear, to have a better peek at you.

“Yeah.. I hope we come here again.”

➥ tags ; @t-amajiki @caxsthetic @cryoqi @brainwqshed @lcaita

[lnarizakis]

hi, i was wondering what ur new blog’s @ is? thank u!!

hello!! i wanted to keep it unrelated from this blog to create a more authentic follower number , but u can ask thru dm or off anon & i can answer u privately!

[k1ngofthecourt-deactivated20201]

moving to @thebladeneverdies !! (for mcyt stuff)

mutuals rb/sb?

[luvoika-deactivated20210405]

0ik6lut -> 6ukuna

reblogs r appreciated 🥰