"Dabi. What the fuck are you doing here."
Dabi turns form the counter to stare into the doorway at the black haired male, tearing the label away from the outer side of the strawberry milk juice box thing, "Nothing," He mumbles around the straw, looking around the common room like a deer in headlights.
Aizawa sighs, "You are definitely not here for nothing."
- Characters are not mine! They belong to Kohei Horikoshi and him only -
"Bonjour! This is my Instagram where you get to see my fabulous self. So enjoy~!!"
//ATTENTION THE ART IS NOT MINE!
UNLESS I SAY IT IS BECAUSE I WILL MOST LIKELY POST SOMETHING OF MINE... AT SOME POINT.
(I found most if the pictures on Pinterest btw)
If your reading this description despite reading the title there's something terribly wrong with you...
And I'm concerned on how you found this, if you searched up one of the tags I'm concerned and if this pops up on your recommendations I'm even more concerned...
But if you want to know and are still reading this even though it already sounds cringe
But anyways it's pretty much about flirting with the wattpad support bot........
You can still turn back now......
[THIS IS NOT A DIARY OF A WIMPY KID PARODY....OK???????]
basically my First fanfic but way more poggers and basically a diary.....virtual diary...lol,who cares-
HeLlO
this is my art book filled with furries, ship art, i don't even know at this point, and 3 am gc doodles
yah covers by me to, it's a little representation of "please join me, this isn't a serious place, and I'm lonely ;)"