I Miss You Pre-borderlands Niragi😭

if i see another fucking bottom niragi fic on ao3 where it's not cute its just niragi getting fucking raped im actually gonna crashout this is giving me war flashbacks to an old moot i had in 2023 who got cancelled bc her group was posting about how 'pre borderlands niragi would be so easy and fun to rape' and how 'hed just let it happen like a little crybaby' like whay the fuck is wrong w u and all of the fics are written in a like fetishistic way like idgaf what any of you say thats WEIRD. and then half the comments r praising the work and talking abt how goonable it was like god please go to therapy

when the internalized homophobia lowkey hits while im looking at a guy i lowkey am crushing on so the garden shed intro just starts blasting in my head

when im highkey in love w bro but he has the most LETHAL face card ever and im just some dude teaching him piano and having to stare at his hands while i teach him for 30+ min a day is lowkey driving me insane

so down bad i started writing a short story about the longing and despair that comes with being in love w a straight man

i like my men pathetic with long messy hair

happy bday niragi ft. my math sketch

my shayla. :(

+ unfinished digital art <3

guys i really like this guy and he makes me like more nervous than any man has ever made me before and everytime we text i get like so nervous and giddy that like i just start impulsively doing jumping jacks and pushups is this normal pls type ues or no im hyperventilating

“Such human desires this silver color embodies. Symbol of death.”

toru nishikawa (½) ✦ the gun (2018)

“god, you’re so pretentious.” niragi retorts, shifting to elbow-butt the blonde to the side. the action is clearly playful, yet there’s a hint of genuineness in the shove- despite his sudden, rare sweetness, niragi still has half a mind to play a sort of deceitful game with him. honesty is typically NEVER fun for the raven; unless he gets a little entertainment out of it, of course..

seriously, what a stubborn, stubborn man.

“is that so?” chishiya’s back to his side now. well, not COMPLETELY to his side, but they’re pretty damn tight. niragi’s just a head turn away. there’s a faint smirk growing on his face, mischievous and condescending. “i think you like that.” niragi scoffs, turning sharp to face him with a hard thump of his feet ricocheting throughout the empty hallway. his knuckles fold around the chest of chishiya’s jacket- it’s not as much as he hopes for, but it’s a start. a tempting, curious promise. 

“you know, you shouldn’t wear your proclaimed OBNOXIOUSNESS like a badge of honor.”

chishiya’s ‘faint smirk’ has curled into an involuntary grin, just barely shuffling himself further into niragi’s grasp. a cold hand lifts up to slink around one of the raven’s wrists and niragi swears there’s a soft burn where his palm rests. he stares possessively down at him. 

“if it’s proclaimed by you? ill take it with pleasure.”

the words slide off his lips with that stupid, smug smile he prides himself on. niragi’s vaguely OFFENDED, though, he understands the feeling of the blonde’s awfully cold hands against his is a rarity he’s not willing to risk losing with the threat that hangs on the tip of his tongue. 

with an exasperated sigh, he swallows the cocky remark before he shifts his grip to chishiya’s hood, YANKING him down the corridor. 

there’s other ways for him to put him in his place.