Trying To Get Better At Writing!!!

vee, i know you and shelly got 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂

YESSS WE HAVE AN ACOUSTIC BOYYYY

AUTISTIC LUCIFER CANON NOW !!!!

ONE OF US! ONE OF US! ONE OF US! ONE OF US! ONE OF US! ONE OF US! ONE OF US! ONE OF US!ONE OF US! ONE OF US! ONE OF US! ONE OF US!

REBLOG TO MANIFEST AUTISTIC LUCIFER

I LOVE HER SHES SO SILLYYYY!!!

tried lasso tool art on seedly, very yummy 😛

and gay

i see you reblog stuff from me sometimes WHO ARE YOU!!!!! /lh

Every

[UNNECESSARY YELLING]

[BAD POST]

IM DOWN BAD FOR THESE COOKIES. (it said vanilla on an icecream menu.)

😛

Your sixth most recent emoji is how your guardian angel feels about you

idk i’m bored and needed smth for dabs so here are my head cannons for him idk 😭

SFW:

-he’s such a night owl so like he’ll be napping at 2pm and just have his arms around u as u swipe thru tt <3 bonus: HE SLEEP SQUEAKS IDK JS SOUNDS CUTE

you’re scrolling on tiktok mindlessly, lying in the dark with the sun peeking through the blinds. dabi starts to stir at your side, wrapping his arm around you and shifting with a little “hm.”

-bakes. he bakes. ofc, it’s chocolate. (idk i just have a feeling he loves choc) it could be brownies, cookies, cake, cupcakes, possibly some chocolate pie shit (what am i saying-), whatever. he bakes.

“dabs, i’m ho-“ you exclaim as you enter your shared apartment, immediately smelling the sweetness. you walk to the kitchen, looking at the burnt boy, questioning, “are you making fuckin’ cupcakes?”

“erm… no?” he quietly denies as he pulls the 2nd pan of cupcakes out of the oven.

-he’s so mean to absolutely everyone, but when he sees u his gazes just… softens. he’ll still be a bit rude but prob clingy.

the black haired boy is sitting on the couch, staring at the TV with his usual dead expression, and then.. you enter. he immediately looks up, eyes softening. “hey, Y/N.”

“hi touya!” you reply with a a small smile.

-HUGS. FCKING HUGS. he had an awful childhood and just needs the hugs, idk. hugs from the back>>

minding your own business, waiting for toga so you can go to the mall. a familiar pair of arms wraps around your waist as the villains face is buried in your neck. “dabi, hon, you gotta let me go. me and toga are heading to the mall.”

“just gimme a moment,” he mumbles softly into your neck, his grip tightening on you.”

i have nothing else i’m so bad at writing 😭

thank u for reading 😝😝

HELP Y IS THAT SO REAL LMAOOO

Dabi: Having a clone Twice made of you loose in the wild is like getting blackout drunk the night before. You have no idea what you did, you have questions, and you're afraid to know the answers.

Twice: At least you have the comfort of knowing the copies won't do anything you wouldn't do.

Dabi: That doesn't help.