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[txmxkis]

you're the best one

pairing. kuroo tetsurou x gn!reader

genre. fluff

wc. 1k+

summary. all you're trying to do is make kuroo's birthday cake, but things can never just be straightforward.

warnings. nothing, really, just tooth-rotting fluff. kuroo is a menace as usual. very selfship coded as always >.<

a/n. i actually managed to do it i hope you're proud of me hopefully it's good idk. happy birthday to the #1 husband <3

there is flour everywhere.

you shouldn’t have expected anything different to come of this, really.

every time kuroo helps you bake something, he feels some sort of uncontrollable urge to make a mess, and since today is his birthday, it seems as if he’s leaning even more into that “i can do whatever i want, and you can’t get upset with me for it” attitude.

you always start out with good intentions and a plan… actually, you’re usually fairly clean and organized in the kitchen.

that is, until he comes blowing through like a tall tornado, leaving you with debris scattered everywhere. he just makes it so easy to lose all sense of control and let go of any reservations you may have had.

this cake has taken twice as long to make with him around, but you can’t necessarily complain. about the mess, yes you could, but you do like spending time with him regardless. since it’s his day, you can even let the mess go.

after a number of detours incited by the birthday boy, you finally got the cake squared away in the oven and got started on the frosting.

he was practically panting watching you mix it up, waiting ever so impatiently for the moment he could finally steal a taste.

of course it had to be when your back was turned to check the oven. obviously with his finger instead of a spoon.

“uhh… why is this frosting… salty?”

“are you messing with me right now.”

“not this time, taste it.”

he holds out a finger full of frosting and you give him a skeptical look, licking it off after a moment of hesitation.

“ugh! what the hell? hold on, i can fix it.”

you spend the next ten minutes adding other ingredients, trying to balance them out and mellow the bitterness, cursing every time you stop to test it while he watches you intently.

“i don’t get it; i followed the recipe exactly… i’m so confused.”

he just stands there and stares at you for another moment, face morphing into a sly grin. you’re oblivious, so focused on figuring out where you could have possibly gone wrong, giving him ample opportunity to swipe his finger through the bowl again and smear a dollop of frosting directly on your nose.

“tetsurou! wh—”

“looked like you could use a break.”

shocked, you just stand there dumbly while he laughs at you, face smudged. finally, you snap out of it and shoot him a menacing glare—half playing around, half ready to enact revenge.

the urge for vengeance wins, and the thought of contributing to the kitchen’s disarray does not even matter to you anymore.

“ohhhh, you are so gonna get it.”

gathering two fingerfuls of frosting, you stalk towards him slowly, waiting for the right moment to pounce and make a mess of his face.

“really? seems like you’d have to catch me first.”

he feigns being lost in thought for a split second and then whoosh! he springs into action, using those stupidly long legs to his advantage.

you’re yelling at him to come back, or trying to yell through your barely contained laughter.

you start to chase after him, but, well, this is exactly the wrong moment to be wearing socks on hardwood floors.

suddenly you slip, and the floor is much closer to you than it was just a second ago. you’re fine, about to scramble back up and continue the hunt, but an idea strikes you.

surely he heard the crash of you hitting the floor from wherever he ran off to; surely he cares too much to not return to the scene and investigate, make sure you’re okay.

in fact, you don’t even have time to continue with your plotting before you hear him calling out to ask what that noise was, his voice getting louder as he reappears from around the corner.

you grin deviously. his weakness.

you decide to stay sitting on the floor where you fell, keeping your head down and your hair hanging over your eyes, waiting for him to get closer before enacting your plan.

“did you fall? are you alright?”

it takes everything in you not to giggle and give yourself away.

he finally gets to you and kneels down on the floor, putting a hand on your back and trying to get a glimpse of your face.

this is it.

you quickly reach over and push him down until he’s lying on the ground, moving to sit yourself directly on his middle.

“h-hey!”

“shouldn’t have let your guard down.”

“well, that was a terribly dirty trick.”

“just using the methods available to me.”

“doesn’t the fact that it’s my birthday mean that you should let me off the hook?”

you don’t speak immediately in response; just take the frosting that you’ve been so careful to preserve on your fingers and slowly smear it across his face in victory.

“nope.”

he puts a hand dramatically over his chest and sighs loudly.

“you’ve shown me your true colors.”

“horrifying aren’t they.”

you feel a hand on the back of your neck, and suddenly he’s pulling you down to kiss you, the taste of salt from the frosting that’s smeared across your faces intertwining with the taste of him.

“nope.”

heat rises to your face, the way he’s staring at you only aggravating it.

the timer for the oven promptly cuts through your moment, and you start to get up off him, only to be pulled back in for another kiss, this one slower and more languid than the last. pulling back, kuroo smirks at your slightly dazed expression.

“yum.”

you smack him on the chest, smiling shyly while rolling your eyes at his antics.

“shut up. let me up so that i can take care of the cake.”

“fineeee.”

the both of you get up off the floor, and you remove the cake from the oven to cool.

you give up on the frosting after trying it one last time, groaning in aggravation.

“we better at least make it look pretty, cause no one’s gonna want to eat it.”

he walks up and hugs you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“eh, it’s fine. makin’ it was the best part anyway.”

reblogs & interactions are appreciated! thank you for reading! <3 — txmxkis

[txmxkis]

i'm only really me when i'm here with you

pairing. boothill x gn!reader

genre. hurt/comfort

wc. 1.5k+

summary. you're determined to help boothill heal from his trauma by... doing his hair?

warnings. i took liberties with this, who knows what specific parts he actually has left or whether he can blush or not (in my heart he can lol), mention of boothill picking u up but i mean. he’s literally so strong he could handle anything, i made him soooo sad and it’s possibly wildly out of character, selfship coded as usual rip

a/n. continuing the tradition of using lyrics from songs on selfship playlists for fic titles lol. based on my tags on this post

they say that trauma is stored in the body, and while boothill didn't necessarily have a complete body anymore, this was still something that you thought about frequently when it came to his physical form.

regardless of just how much of his original self remained, there was still enough of him left that you were sure it had to be true in some capacity. after all, he retained his head and his heart—at least you were fairly certain—two of the most vital components of human anatomy.

it was so hard to read him. the real him. he tried so hard to always act confident and cool. actually, he didn't even really have to try or act. it seemed as if it came to him naturally and endlessly. there was a perpetual air of optimism surrounding him that was difficult to dim even on his most wearisome days.

even after experiencing whatever horrors he had to face from mission to mission, when he came home, the door to whatever room you were currently in would fling open—sometimes scaring you half to death—and he would greet you so happily that it felt as if there were no terrible things in the universe whatsoever.

you cherished his mannerisms, especially because you could be a pessimistic sort of person. rather frequently, in fact. you loved having him near you, able to draw laughter from you, however unwillingly it might be on your part at times. he was oddly skilled at making you feel assured and comfortable, in a way that nothing and no one had ever done before. you couldn’t seem to remember how you ever lived without his encouragement, and you didn’t think you could ever feel truly whole without it again.

there really was no accounting for his relentlessly positive attitude. given what he'd seen and endured, you thought it was damn near impossible to be as carefree as he seemed to be. at any rate, he did manage it. however, there were times, moments he rarely ever allowed you to witness, in which his façade would falter slightly and betray just how heavily the past weighed on him.

occasionally, you would catch him staring at his reflection, a downcast expression painting his beautiful features. every time you spoke of your family, you could detect glimpses of sadness in his eyes, albeit hidden behind a smile. once you even caught him crying as silently as he could—you assumed so as not to alert you—his shoulders sagging under an unforeseen weight, a look on his face that you could only describe as heartbroken. your own heart broke with his in that moment.

you always tried to be particularly attentive following those moments, but it was so difficult to get him to open up to you. he just wanted you to be happy. to not bother worrying about him. you had your own problems, after all, and there was no need for him to add to your burden. no need for him to ask for your pity.

he knew you cared for him deeply enough that it would cause you pain, and even if it was only a fragment of the grief that he lived with every day, he was sure that he would feel terribly and incessantly guilty about it. if he could remove every single aspect of your life that caused you suffering, he would do it in a heartbeat, and he could say that because it was one of the few original parts he had left. how could he add to that suffering by forcing you to imagine all the horrors from his own life?

it took so much time and effort on your part to convince him to open the door to himself, if even just a tiny crack. he was still extremely careful with his words and the details that he disclosed to you—he didn't want to overwhelm you, and he certainly didn't want to hurt you. in reality, these conversations, painful as they were for you to hear, actually helped you to feel as though you could comfort him more effectively.

yes, it hurt immensely to know even a small fraction of how much anguish he had experienced. yes, you despised the people who had done this to him and wanted to fight them yourself, in fact. yes, your chest felt tight with ache and sadness on his behalf. still, you could help him more by knowing than by not knowing.

eventually, you were able to make it this far, brushing through his hair as gently as your hands could manage. he had confessed to you in one of his more vulnerable moments that the white shock of hair on his head often served as a stark reminder of worse times, of the trauma and stress inflicted on his body. the admission gave you an idea, one that made boothill feel more than just a little bit exposed. he wasn’t accustomed to being looked after like this, with so much affection and love.

you began to make a routine out of it. every day you would do something with his hair—whether it was braiding it and tying it up intricately to make him feel pretty or simply combing through the strands and allowing them to cascade around his shoulders and down his back.

sometimes you would sit him in front of a mirror while you worked so that he could see exactly what you were doing in the moment. he didn’t quite understand how it all came together, but he found it fascinating to see how you twisted and weaved. at times, you were so focused on the hair in your hands that your brows would furrow, tongue poking out slightly between your lips. in the reflection, you genuinely looked like you were enjoying yourself.

even more noticeable to him was the expression you wore when you looked at him through the mirror. your gaze was so full of tenderness that his chest ached. he could swear that his heart actually skipped a beat. whenever that happened, you could see a flaring blush creep up his cheeks and into his ears, and you couldn’t help but laugh just a little bit at how endearing it was.

other times, you would settle on the couch, with him seated on the floor between your legs, adorning his hair with the cutest accessories, the two of you laughing and joking the whole time. you would delicately twist the locks back, securing them with pretty, multicolored clips that shone in the light.

when you were done, you would lead him slowly to a mirror, hands over his eyes, nearly stumbling over his legs as you walked behind him. you would pull your hands quickly from his face, revealing your handiwork, beaming with pride and grinning at how adorable he looked. he loved every minute of it—and every bit of you, he would think to himself as he turned to pick you up and spin you around, laughing in that deep voice of his. then he’d set you down gently, thanking you for your hard work with kisses sprinkled across your face.

days that were particularly trying for him would simply be spent in comfortable silence. when he didn’t feel like talking from the pain of it all, he would wordlessly lay his head on your chest as you ran your fingers through his long locks. feeling your touch—the slight pull on his scalp, the tickle of shifting hair—it all made him feel so relaxed that he could melt right into your skin until you absorbed him fully into you. often, the combination of this and the gentle, steady beat of your heart would lull him to sleep, and seeing his expression ease and soften in these moments was all the reward you ever needed.

in the beginning, it was unclear whether this dedicated time spent caring for his hair was helping or not. over time, however, you noticed a glimmer in his eyes—something that told you he would be alright, despite everything.

pain still remained; it always would, but instead of constantly gazing at his reflection with grief, every once in a while you would catch a hint of a smile pulling at his lips. it was as if he was remembering how you hummed while placing those clips, or how he had teasingly whipped you with his hair on a more playful occasion, or any number of positive memories that you had put so much effort into lovingly crafting with him.

you were determined to do your best, slowly but surely, to lighten his burden—or at least help carry it. there was no reason for him to feel alone when he had you by his side. and if creating these happy memories was what you had to do in order to help him, well, you would gladly continue forever.

reblogs & interactions are appreciated! thank you for reading! <3 — txmxkis

[txmxkis]

- this is a vent poem that i wrote five thousand (1) years ago but i've been feeling it a lot still lately and thought maybe someone else could get something out of itttt

- warnings: probably severely incorrect when it comes to formatting, imposter syndrome??, isolation, general mental illness yo

vague. distorted. unrecognizable.

you can barely tell where you begin and end anymore

which parts of you actually care

and which parts are acting

attempting to fool those around you

blind them

trick them

mislead them

convince them that you are just the same as you've always been

a lie, truthfully

you're as different as ever

a stranger

yet unwilling to let go

you wound yourself, deep and agonizing

but worth the false comfort in the end

because the reality of the matter is

you fool yourself

blind

trick

mislead

yourself

don't inconvenience anyone

don't bother them

don't burden them with problems that are your own

stay inside your shell, refuse to affect those around you

for better or worse

you harm yourself for the sake of sparing everyone else

a martyr, in a sense

ridiculous

curling into yourself in the dark of the night

wishing

begging

pleading

with the universe to somehow change you in an instant,

because it is far too difficult to change you on your own

alone

self-inflicted

impossible to make someone care about you despite not caring about yourself

impossible for them to know you when you do not know yourself

impossible

perhaps, you think, if you cry enough tears

you will emerge anew

with an understanding that used to be out of reach

cry

cry

cry

the same on the other side, but wet

nothing different

just tired

and now imploring sleep to fix you

in ways that neither you or the universe ever could

[txmxkis]

darling rini how are you !!! ? i hope you've been keeping well (๑ > ᴗ < ๑)°ᡣ𐭩 . ° . !!

i've been plagued with the aot voices lately,,, do u have any hange headcanons to share ? i would to hear your faves tehehe 🤲🤲

ada my love!! i am trying to survive, i hope that you're taking care of yourself and having some fun outside of school i miss youuu (ɔ˘ ³(ˆ◡ˆc) here's some hcs, they're very random but i hope u like them <3

warnings. gn!reader, soooo sappy at times, not necessarily canon compliant lol, as always um. everything i write is thinly veiled self shipping so my bad hahahahrngkeijfmf hopefully u also like them, i tend to switch back and forth between she/they pronouns for hange but tried to keep it to they to be less confusing, also we support denial in this house so hange is still around and u live happily ever after. u feel

omg you know that part when they're capturing annie and they call her "good girl" (in sub at least). i think they call you that, or any variation depending on preference, after they notice that it affects you. when you get flustered they laugh about it and have to control their cuteness aggression, but there are many times where they can't and end up pulling you into a hug that's so tight you have trouble breathing.

speaking of which..... their voice is....... yea......... and they know that you love it, so they'll use it to mess with you frequently just to get a rise out of you. they make it deeper and smoother on purpose at times to torture you a little more, and say things that they normally wouldn't just to catch you off guard.

at the same time, though, their voice also soothes you after a long exhausting day. they'll speak softly to you to calm you if you're anxious, or talk about anything and everything they're working on to distract you if that's what you need. they use it to lull you to sleep when you're having a rough night, especially if nightmares or restlessness won't allow you to be at ease. they also use it to tell you how much you mean to them and how much they love you, in the sweetest and most lovestruck tone you've ever heard. even if it has to be said quickly or whispered to your sleeping form when they're back late from working, they say it every day without fail.

if they're feeling downcast or discouraged after their own long days (which can happen frequently considering the nature of their job), they love it if you just do simple things for them. making them a warm drink, drawing them a nice bath, washing their hair for them, etc. mostly, they just want to feel your touch, so they'll be a little extra clingy. hold them on your chest and comb through their hair and they'll immediately relax.

their smile is soooo cute, and they have one special for when they're looking at you. it's a little hard to tell the difference, but something about the way their smile reaches all the way to their eyes, the way that they look at you, the way that their whole faces exudes joy... you can tell.

they have. so much energy sometimes that they don't even know what to do with it, so they will blast music and find you wherever you are to pull you up and make you dance with them. no matter how shy you are about it, they have a way of making you feel comfortable enough to let go. it always ends with you holding each other close and laughing into the others' skin.

ultimately, i don't think that hange is experienced at all when it comes to romantic relationships. you have to spell things out for them when they don't pick up on what you want or need, especially in the beginning. this could be frustrating if it wasn't so endearing instead, because they're always willing to do whatever they can to fulfill those requests, as long as they have time (even when they don't have time).

they always look a little surprised when you're straightforward like that, and if you play your cards right, you can make them break out into a raging blush... if you really wanted to, you could probably make that blush crawl all the way to their ears and down their neck.

they forget their glasses so often in the mornings that it's almost become part of the routine for them to come rushing back in as soon as they realize. they always get distracted by you, and you basically have to shove them back through the door before they're late for whatever meeting or project they have planned.

sometimes it feels like they're studying you and mentally noting down their observations of you so that they can put them to use later (a habit they picked up from their work. it makes you feel exposed.) so just...... watch out.

[txmxkis]

Rinii, what do you think kuroo would say or react when reader starts feeling self-conscious about readers body, like if reader asks "am i getting fatter" or "do you think im fat?"

ohhhhhh i did not plan to do this but this is something that is so personal to me

warnings. gn!reader, fluffy and probably cheesy as always, chubby!reader is implied but i tried to keep it as inclusive as possible, reader is insecure. again, apparently i can only write self indulgent things my bad

you were supposed to be ready to leave the apartment half an hour ago. you weren't usually one to be late to anything, in fact it made you incredibly anxious when you were. however, today your insecurity outweighed your need to be punctual, and you just couldn't leave while looking like this.

actually, today you couldn't leave looking like anything. pieces of clothing lay strewn across the room, hangers discarded on the floor next to the closet. you had tried on every single one, and still there were none that looked flattering on you.

"oi! are you ready yet? i mean, take your time 'n everything, but technically we're late."

kuroo's voice calling from the other room pulls you out of your thoughts momentarily. he never rushes you, which is something you appreciate greatly. it helps that he knows you well enough to know that you would never be late without good reason.

"is there something i can help with orrrr?"

you could hear his voice getting closer and you really didn't want him to see you in this state right now.

he pokes his head past the doorframe and makes a noise of astonishment.

"a tornado go through here while i was gone or somethin'? or are you just trying to spontaneously reorganize things again."

you roll your eyes at that second thing.

"noooo, i just can't decide what to wear. nothing looks good on me today."

he's standing fully in the doorway now, hands in his pockets as he raises an eyebrow and looks you up and down.

"then wear nothing, it looks great on you."

he smirks and you make a futile attempt not to crack a smile as you feel your face start to burn. suddenly you're even more self conscious, so you grab the nearest piece of clothing to hold in front of you.

"tetsurou, i'm being serious! we needed to leave like forty minutes ago and i can't wear any of these clothes without looking-"

you stop yourself just before you could say fat. you hate giving the word a negative connotation. there's nothing wrong with being fat, nothing that should make you feel like this, anyway. like you wanted to crawl out of your skin. usually you were pretty neutral about your body, on very rare occasions could even love things about it. sometimes, it all catches up to you, though.

all the whispers in your head that come from no one but yourself, degrading you and making you feel worthless because of how you look. logically, you know those thoughts are complete and utter bullshit, but it's so hard to continuously fight against them. today, you're slipping a little.

"i know exactly what you're thinking over there. something about your clothes not fitting quite right and that somehow it makes you unloveable."

you don't even have time to pretend to be shocked that he knows you so well before he just keeps on going.

"well i've got news for you, babe, i've never seen you manage to look bad. i actually think it's impossible for you or something."

for a few moments too long, you just stand there gaping at him. he takes that as his cue to walk towards you, remove the sweater that you've been using as a shield, and toss it off to the side.

"there. better."

you finally snap out of it and smack him on the arm, but before you can pull away, he catches your wrist. he brings it up to his lips slowly, and kisses right where your pulse is probably hammering away at the moment, locking eyes with you as he does.

how are you ever supposed to argue with him if he keeps stunning you into silence?

"i don't think you'll ever understand how much i love you, doesn't matter if you change physically or not. and it doesn't matter what you wear either, so can you pleaseeee put on something so we can go. we both know you'll look perfect in anything."

"ugh, fine! but you get to help me pick."

he rubs his hands together with a devious grin, and you know he'll be grabbing the most revealing thing he can find. you know him well, too, after all.

"something appropriate."

"awww, damn."

[txmxkis]

more than friends

pairing. kuroo tetsurou x gn!reader

genre. fluff

wc. 912

warnings. self indulgent af, reader is a nervous wreck with low self worth, written at 3am, probably grammatical errors, probably also so so cheesy

a/n. this is basically my first time writing creatively, be gentle with me >.<

Knowing Kuroo Tetsurou had always felt comfortable. Perhaps in the same way that a good blanket did. Sure it was a little more difficult when he couldn't help but provoke you into madness, but that could usually be easily combatted by your own quick wit. Or a smack to the back of his head. Whichever came first.

This time, however... This time was different. There was no escaping this time. Not if you wanted to keep your friendship and pride intact, that is. Because this time, he had you backed into a corner that you could swear was closing in on you by the second.

You should've seen this coming, honestly. If only you weren't so oblivious. If only you could've realized it sooner.

Kuroo Tetsurou was in love with you. And he was about to tell you that straight to your face.

At least you had a hunch. More like an intrusive thought that you tried to swat away promptly. You didn't know how to explain it exactly, but you had known him long enough to tell that something was different just by making brief eye contact. If that wasn't enough, he also kept running his hands through his hair- something you knew he only did when he felt overly anxious, which he very rarely did. And was that- you furrowed your brows- is he blushing?

You needed this to be over, and quick. You could feel the panic rising inside of you like a raging flood. You knew you might be wrong. Maybe he wanted to talk about something completely unrelated. But if you were right, you weren't sure you could cope.

It wasn't that you didn't feel the same way. God, no. You wanted nothing more than to spew all of your feelings out right this moment, before he could even get the chance. Many of your days had been spent with stares in his direction that lingered just a little too long, silently and discreetly yearning for the slightest bit of intimate attention from him.

No no, the problem was that you had spent so long burying those feelings as deep as they would go, to a place that felt as if it was far more than 6 feet under. Spent so much time convincing yourself that he could never feel the same about you. That you were utterly unworthy of being loved by him in return. Which is why the expression that cloaked his face in this moment was scaring you. It had you screaming at yourself to run away, a rather useless plea considering you were rooted to the spot in front of him.

You were convinced that you would eventually be forced to see this look directed at one of the other students at school someday, someone that was much more pretty and deserving of him. You should probably be ecstatic right now, not going through the process of losing your mind. But in the moment, now that whatever this is was happening between the two of you, it was hard not to feel intimidated and perhaps terrified, although you didn't want to acknowledge the latter.

Terrified was how people who were strangers to him felt when he gave them menacing looks across the court. Terrified was how he probably felt when he almost faceplanted while racing Bokuto down a steep hill. Terrified was not how you were supposed to be feeling right now, especially since you were so at ease in his presence normally.

You were shocked out of your internal downward spiral when you heard him take a deep breath, eyes growing wide as you nervously looked anywhere but at his face.

You absolutely could not handle looking at him.

After a beat of silence you heard him release an amused laugh, he could probably tell that you were rather alarmed. You were definitely going to berate him for finding humor in your misery- without looking at him, of course- but you were cut short. It was in that moment, right when you opened your mouth to follow through, that you felt pressure on your back, and your head suddenly made contact with something warm and sturdy.

You could hear Kuroo's heartbeat now, so rapid that it gave you a slight bit of comfort to know that you weren't the only one on edge. And then, after what you could have sworn was an eternity, he laid his cheek on your head and breathed out something that you almost missed.

Almost.

"I love you."

If it weren't for the context, you certainly would've chalked it up to hearing things, but you were sure of what he just said. To your surprise, it wasn't overwhelming panic that you felt at those words.

It was as if all those moments of trepidation beforehand melted away, and you were left feeling lighter than air.

Pulling back, you finally had the courage to look at his face, which was so flushed that your nerves wouldn't allow you to contain the giggle that followed. And before he had the chance to revert back to the snarky Kuroo you had known for years, you crashed back into him, arms wrapped tight, wanting to prolong this feeling for as long as possible.

You were confident that you could take on the entire world in this moment, God or not. The insecurities certainly weren't gone- far from it, in fact. But if he loved you... they may as well crumble to dust instantly.

thank you for reading! <3 — txmxkis

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#๋࣭⊹˚ ˖࣪ ִֶָ☾. ࣪ ˖ rb - other random stuff

#๋࣭⊹˚ ˖࣪ ִֶָ☾. ࣪ ˖ (s)creaming - me. thirsting. haha

#๋࣭⊹˚ ˖࣪ ִֶָ☾. ࣪ ˖ refs - art & writing advice/resources

#๋࣭⊹˚ ˖࣪ ִֶָ☾. ࣪ ˖ unrequited pining - silly little yearning filled posts/reblogs

fandom tags!

#*ੈ✩‧₊˚ [fandom]

#˖⁺ּ ֶָ֢.*ੈ₊˚♡˖ [character]

other tags!

#₊˚⊹⋆˚☂︎ bunny babbles ₊˚⊹⋆˚ - shitposting tag

#₊˚⊹⋆˚☂︎ rinicore ₊˚⊹⋆˚ - stuff that radiates my aesthetic? idk

#₊˚⊹⋆˚☂︎ rini writes.ᐟ ₊˚⊹⋆˚ - tag for my writing

#₊˚⊹⋆˚☂︎ saved for a rainy day ₊˚⊹⋆˚ - stuff i need to remember

#˖⁺ּ ֶָ֢.*ੈ₊˚♡˖ selfships - stuff about me n my favs 😳 and selships in general!