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cutenimi · 2 years
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suguru who always makes sure to greet you with the widest smile, all his loving feelings showing in the dimple in his cheek as he gathers you into his arms to squeeze you affectionately.
suguru who loves to spoil you on dates, taking you to eat your favourite food or buy new cute clothes, and would rather go broke than let you pay.
suguru who feels the most comfort whenever he's touching you in some way, and in any situation where he feels anxious, he'll reach out for your hand as though it's the only tangible thing in existence.
suguru who has the sweetest laugh – it's loud, and sometimes it's more of a giggle, trailing off into a high pitch near the end of it, and his eyes crinkle at the corners with well-formed smile marks.
suguru who often kisses you teasingly, with a little nip as he's smiling against your lips, but then he'll take it seriously and cup your cheeks, and when he kisses you for real ... it's magical.
suguru who pretends he knows how to cook, but he really can't make edible meals for shit, so he bakes instead, spending hours coming up with his own recipes to hand the treats to you and watch you light up.
suguru who actively involves himself in your family, making sure your parents approve of him and genuinely getting stressed about whether they like him, although they'll joke about him being their son.
suguru who finds himself sleeping more soundly when you're curled up beside him, head resting on his chest and arm thrown over his waist, unaware of his soft smile as he watches you.
suguru who lets you play with his hair if you promise not to show anyone, humming songs under his breath as you run your fingers through the black strands, pretending he isn't enjoying it.
suguru who's first instinct in any dangerous situation is to fling an arm out, shielding you with his body to protect you at all costs, you, who means so much more to him than anyone else ever could.
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bringing these back from my old account !!
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chuuae · 2 years
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#𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 , for the 'if-only' that fairytales are born of.
last updated. 27.12.
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armed detective agency.
port mafia.
tba.
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cutenimi · 2 years
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𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬
p. inumaki toge x f!reader. fluff. cw. swearing, food mentions, me being in love with inumaki. literally just fluff. wc. 1.0k.
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THERE'S LITTLE ELSE THAT IS cuter than a boy you liked holding your hand. It therefore stands to reason that a boy, who is already cute, due to the aforementioned statement of 'liking him', will become stupidly, powerfully, cute, if he also held your hand.
And thus, Inumaki Toge was about to split your poor lovesick heart in half.
Who, literally who the fuck permitted anyone to be so cute? you thought as he dragged you through the crowded streets of Tokyo, his fingers wrapped around yours comfortably. It's seriously not fair.
It had been Toge's idea to visit a weekend street food market together on a free weekend where Gojo and the curses had actually given the jujutsu students a break for once, and you had practically leapt at the idea. Time with a boy you liked, eating delicious food, not having your lives endangered – where were the negatives, really? Plus, the streets had been more crowded than you'd thought, leading to him holding your hand. Everything was perfect.
Well, uh, mostly.
You stumbled, some taller man brushing against your shoulder roughly. You nearly tripped over a woman's high heels, and then nearly knocked into a child, your hand barely holding onto the boy's in front of you.
"Ah- Toge, wait up!" you cried, trying desperately not to get pulled away by the raging river of people.
He instantly stopped, tugging your hand to pull him close to his side, and you ended up flying into his chest, one of his arms protectively shielding your head as the other strangers just walked around you.
Your face began to heat up as you stayed pressed to the warm fabric of his cotton sweater, your hands tucked up against your own chest and his heartbeat steadily sounding in your ear.
"It's okay," Toge whispered, making one of his rare exceptions in his select vocabulary to comfort you, his free hand twining with one of yours again.
You could tell it frightened him to even speak two words that held actual meaning, so you squeezed his hand to let him know that you understood, unconsciously clutching at his sweater simply for the pleasant sensation it invoked.
Standing next to you again, Toge began to pull you forwards again, adjusting his black face mask with a crinkle to his violet eyes that hinted at a hidden smile.
You kept closer to the edges of the street now where the people dwindled more, peeking into food stalls that filled the air with tangible aromas and the clink of coins, waiting for something to catch your fancy.
Toge exclaimed suddenly, pointing. "Shake!"
"Yes?" you repeated, confused. "What do you m- oh, salmon onigiri!"
He nodded enthusiastically, enticing a laugh from you as you let yourself be tugged to the stall.
"Two salmon onigiri, please!" you requested for the both of you, hurrying to hand your money over to the elder man before the boy beside you could.
"Of course," the vendor smiled kindly, as Toge dug an elbow into your side.
"What is it?" you asked innocently, fighting to stop the wide smile from spreading across your face.
He grumbled, making a cross with his hands, before throwing it apart and gesturing towards his pocket, his quick motions shaking his white fringe into his eyes. "Okaka!"
You giggled. "Not a chance, I'm paying for these ones, Toge. They're your favourite."
He huffed, turning away, though his hand still stayed in yours. You had to smile at his traditional manners – he was so sweet.
You thanked the vendor when he handed over the pair of onigiri, passing one to Toge and keeping one for yourself. It did taste delicious, and you polished it off quickly with a satisfied grin, noticing that you weren't the only one who did so.
"Hmm, what next?" you pondered aloud, swinging your joined hands as you continued down the street. "We've had savoury, so ... maybe, sweet? What do you think?"
The boy beside you poked your arm in response, pointing at you and then making a heart with his thumb and forefinger. Heat rose to your cheeks as you thought, oh, shit, is he making a heart at me, before you realised that he was trying to say something.
"My ... favourite?"
He nodded emphatically, glad that you'd interpreted him correctly.
"That's so sweet!" you said, grinning widely.
It was his turn to blush, breaking eye contact under the pretence of scanning the stalls as pink coloured his cheeks.
Suddenly, he spotted something that seemed suitable, but it was at that moment that a large group of other students passed by the two of you, their loud chatter completely overwhelming you both and his attempts to catch your attention.
When gently squeezing your hand didn't work, Toge had to resort to a more desperate method.
He leaned as close as he could get to you, until his lips were brushing your ear, and he whispered, "Y/N."
You jumped, your heart racing so quickly it could be the backing track for a rap song, letting a startled gasp fly from your lips. You turned, accidentally not realising how close he was to you, your noses bumping and your lips not even a breath apart.
Oh.
Startled, neither of you pulled back, just standing still, so close to one another, every second drawing out longer than a thousand years. You could see an eyelash falling down his cheek, notice the way his eyes flickered all over your face.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fu-
"You," Toge inhaled deeply, struggling to speak but still doing so anyway, pulling his mask down to his chin so you could hear him properly. "You look really pretty today."
"You look pretty every day," you blurted out, forcing past the nuclear flush in your face. "I just wanted to say."
He smiled, his eyes crinkling shut, the gesture so happy you could've squealed. "So do you."
His hand found its way to yours again.
Shit, I am so in love with him.
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cutenimi · 2 years
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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭
p. skater!suna rintarou x f!reader. fluff. cw. swearing, reckless teenagers, suna being a flirt and giving me heart palpitations. also i'm not funny sorry about the title. wc. 1.0k.
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YOU COULDN'T STOP WATCHING HIM.
It wasn't in a creepy way (that's what all the stalkers say, your inner voice sniped), more in admiration. And, yes, perhaps he was a little attractive.
Lie. He was steal-your-breath-away, too-good-to-be-true, holy-shit-what-a-guy, hot.
You had decided to accompany your friend, Kenma, to a skatepark, so he could, quote-unquote, "show off and look cool", and he'd promised to buy you food after, so it wasn't like you were complaining, sitting on the edge of the bowl. And you definitely weren't now.
Whoever this mystery skater guy was, he had stolen all your attention. A black cap was pulled over messy brown hair that stuck out in practically every possible direction, matching his similarly-coloured cargo pants. His green jumper was the same shade as his eyes, which narrowed with his grins each time he nailed the perfect stunt, shooting around the skatepark's bowl.
Every time his board flipped, carrying him through the air like a renegade angel, your heart did the same. He almost seemed to arc in slow motion, every slight adjustment of his body fully planned for and eye-catching. Crouched on his board, fingers spread along the black-painted wood, it made it all the more effective when he came down from a stunt and straightened up to an impressive height to do his rounds in the bowl, smirking.
"For fuck's sake, Y/N, you could at least try to be the slightest bit subtle."
You nearly fell into the stunt area yourself, clutching your chest as you whipped around to make eye contact with the boy who'd spoken to you. "Shit, Kenma, you need to stop scaring the living daylights out of me."
"The only reason you didn't notice me is because you're too busy staring at Suna," the blond huffed, kicking his board into his hands and sitting beside you to shed his windbreaker and tidy his hair.
"Suna?" you repeated, trying the word out. It rolled smoothly off your tongue, not unpleasant to say. "Is that his name?"
Kenma rolled his eyes, though you knew he didn't mean anything by it, and it was more of a habit. "What else would it be, his social security number?"
You elbowed him and leaned back on your hands, deciding to pull off your jacket as well (it had gotten hot far too quickly for layers) as he reached into his pocket for his phone. Together, you maintained a comfortable silence – this was often what friendship with Kenma was like. Not saying much, but not needing to, reading each other's behaviour and emotions as though it was a superpower, and being content just to be in each other's presence.
"Ah, Kenma, you brought a girlfriend to watch you, how exciting," a low, somewhat lazy voice teased, accompanied by the scrape of a skateboard over the rim of the bowl and back onto flat ground. "You never bring anyone, she's got to be special."
"Shut up, Suna," your friend fired back without even looking up from his device, which was displaying the loading screen for some violent RPG. "She's not special, besides."
"Hey!" you cried in mock outrage, getting a giggle out of Kenma, who jostled your shoulder as he laughed. Shielding your eyes from the sun, you raised your head to catch a better look at who had spoken – Suna.
Your heart skipped a beat at the proximity at which he was standing, practically straight above you, and you noticed now that he had a tiny splash of freckles under his eyes.
"Who are you, then?" he asked – not in a dismissive way. His lips were curled up at the corner, hinting that he was probably more amused than anything else.
"My name's Y/N," you settled for saying. "You're really good, by the way. A-At skating! Skateboarding! Whatever."
He gave this little chuckle, and your heart nearly stopped in your chest at the surprisingly soft sound. Goddamn, do attractive strangers exist purely to cause cardio-palpitations?
"Well, it's nice to know someone thinks so," he smirked. "I'm Suna, as you probably guessed, but Rintarou's fine."
Kenma gave an unusually loud groan. "Do you have to flirt with every girl you ever lay eyes on?"
"Hey, I never flirt!" Su– Rintarou – protested, pulling off his cap and running a hand through his hair to regain a semblance of neatness in the somewhat flattened mess, the action more attractive than the actual result. "I'm not flirting – right, Y/N?"
You nearly choked on air, accidentally whacking your shoulder into Kenma's. "Uh, sure. Sure, you're not."
Evidently, you came off as a little more hesitant than you meant to, because in the blink of an eye, Rintarou was kneeling beside you, one of his surprisingly slender fingers reaching for your chin and tilting it up, thumb brushing ever so gently along your jaw.
His voice lowered just slightly as he dipped his head, eyes so close to your own you could see the barely-there smudges in his eyeliner. "Would you like me to flirt with you?"
Your breath stuttered in your throat, and suddenly you had never said a word before in your life. It was genuinely impossible to speak when he was right there, flustering the fuck out of you and grinning like a little bitch.
Finally, you managed to breathe out, "I guess I wouldn't mind," and Rintarou pulled away, still wearing that hot as hell look on his face as he settled into a half-crouch and put a safer (for your heart, that was) distance between you.
"Good," he winked, extending again to his full height, which you noticed actually wasn't his full height, since he was slouching a little. "I will, then. Catch you later."
He kicked the edge of his board, flying back down into the bowl, leaving Kenma to sigh and pocket his phone. "You're gonna go and fall for him, aren't you."
It wasn't even a question.
But it also probably wasn't incorrect.
"You idiot," he griped, knocking his fist against the top of your head lightly, with an affectionate note to his voice. "You really had to pick the flirt."
"I did," you grinned, resting your chin on one of your hands and watching him turn another jump. "I really did."
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cutenimi · 2 years
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𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬
p. miya atsumu x f!reader. fluff. cw. swearing, food mentions, sideship!sunaosa. happy new year !! wc. 1.1k
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ATSUMU DEFINITELY NEEDS TO RESOLVE this problem of his.
Well, maybe it wasn't a problem, per se, but he needed to work through it nonetheless, or he would probably die.
Well, that was another exaggeration, but here's the problem.
He's just so deeply in love with you.
Most wouldn't see that as a problem. Oh, Atsumu, you do have such a sweet and caring girlfriend. You must love her, right?
Of course he loved his girlfriend, what kind of a fucking question was that? You'd known each other since the alphabet was a foreign concept, and he would do his best to know you just as well even when the stars had long blinked from existence. Hopefully.
Yeah, see, that was the problem.
You'd only been dating for around a year, but you were not only the most beautiful person in his life, but also that whom he gave the most love to, pouring his entire heart and soul into your relationship.
Atsumu loved you. So, so much.
The love shot through his heart in the early hours of the morning when sleep evaded him and he couldn't help but wonder if you were pleasantly dreaming just then. The love enveloped him when he saw your smile, heard your laugh, felt your lips on his own. The love flowed from him every second that he was so blessed to spend with you.
See? Fuck.
Atsumu wasn't even a poetic kind of guy – he saved that for his brother and Suna with their sappy love story – but you made him want to write a million rhyming words no matter how overly sentimental they may be.
"Tsumu? Tsumu?"
He nearly shrieked when he felt a hand tugging on his shirt, relaxing when he realised it was just you.
Wait – it was you. Who he was just thinking about.
"Y/N!" he tried to grin, attempting to ignore the nervous crack in his voice as he rubbed the back of his neck, fully aware that his face was probably strawberry-red by now. "You're here!"
He'd been waiting by the massive crowd gathered by the beach and harbour for no more than ten minutes, having asked you to see the New Year's fireworks with him.
"Sorry I'm late," you smiled nervously, trying not to blush at just how damn attractive he looked. Atsumu could seriously pull off anything, including the grey hoodie (you often borrowed that particular item) and jeans he was currently sporting.
"Don't be," he breathed, eyes sweeping you.
Ah, shit. She looks really hot.
You hoped the heat in your cheeks was just from the stuffiness of the crowd around you, though you knew that Miya Atsumu checking you out was enough to make anyone flush. Including, apparently, his girlfriend.
"Should we go find a spot to watch?" you asked as someone bumped shoulders with you rather aggressively. "I think we're in more danger drowning here than in the ocean."
He laughed, loudly and enthusiastically, in that infectious, cute way of his that brought a smile to your lips every time. "Good idea, babe. Don't want you getting crushed by the other couples, do we?"
You giggled and shook your head, accepting his warm hand and letting him lead you through the crowd, making a pathway with his wide shoulders. Checking your phone, you noted that you had five minutes until the fireworks went off.
Five minutes until the New Year.
Five minutes until the moment you'd been waiting for for an entire month.
Atsumu finally decided on a spot above the beach, near its very edge, with a far thinner crowd for what was still an exceptional view, with two minutes to go until the fireworks.
You shivered with excitement, still holding his hand in yours and eagerly watching the boats that drifted out in the water.
"Are you cold?" he asked, evidently having noticed your motion.
Before you could say no, a strong wind gusted through, goosebumps rising along your sleeveless arms, and you gave in and nodded. With that infuriating yet damnably attractive smirk that was so typical of him, Atsumu shedded his hoodie and pulled it over your head, chuckling as the hood fell over your face and nearly masked you entirely.
You threw it backwards with a scowl that quickly dissolved into laughter at the amusement on his face, pulling the sleeves down to cover your hands. "Thank you, Tsumu."
"No problem," he said. "You look super cute in my clothes anyway."
Caught between joking indignation and flustered flattery, you half-heartedly smacked his arm, leaning in to rest against him and comfortably sighing as he slung an arm around you.
"A new year, huh?" you mused, checking your phone again. 11:59pm. "Like a fresh start."
"I could definitely use one of those," Atsumu agreed, looking up at the sky, glittering with stars. "But there's only one thing I don't want wiped clean."
"Oh, yeah? What's that?"
"This time last year, I wasn't dating you."
And just like that, the glow in your face returned, so heated it could've been the explosion of one of the yet unreleased fireworks, because the love-filled honesty of his words was so beautifully raw.
"I don't want to get a fresh start on that note, either," you heard yourself saying as if in a dream. "Because I really love you, Miya Atsumu."
His heart stuttered in his chest as he turned to look at you properly, one hand stroking along your cheek. "And I'm really, really in love with you, Y/N."
The crowd around you began to shout, direction aimed at the beach. "Ten! Nine! Eight!"
You grinned, moving closer to him, the distance between you so minimal his own hoodie was pressed against his chest. "To new beginnings, then."
"Seven! Six! Five!"
"To new beginnings," he repeated, now cupping your face with both hands.
"Four! Three! Two!"
You leaned inwards, so close that you could pick out every reflection of twinkling light in his eyes, hands resting on his neck where the dyed blond strands of his hair tickled your fingers, so close-
"One!"
Atsumu connected his mouth to yours almost forcefully, lips trying to convey all his love for you in a single physical motion, and for that one eternal moment, surrounded by cheers and other happy couples and the fireworks exploding through the air, everything was absolutely perfect.
But then again.
Every moment with Atsumu was perfect.
Because although he was so deeply in love with you – you felt the exact same way about him.
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#𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 , an assortment of living dreams.
fandoms. haikyuu, jujutsu kaisen, tokyo revengers, attack on titan. occasionally others included.
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mini headcanons.
headcanons.
oneshots.
fics.
all writing.
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cutenimi · 2 years
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#𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 , for the everyday memories wreathed in crystal.
last updated. 12.01.
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𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮.
miya atsumu.
fireworks and fresh starts. atsumu is stupidly in love with you, and you the same with him.
suna rintarou.
the flirt. when you accompanied your friend to the skatepark, you didn't know that you'd meet such a flirt.
tba.
𝐣𝐮𝐣𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧.
inumaki toge
pretty boys. whoever let boys be so cute was in for it as far as you were concerned, because you really couldn't handle your friend and how pretty he was.
tba.
𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬.
tba.
𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧.
tba.
𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.
tba.
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cutenimi · 2 years
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#𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 , a single polaroid on a photo wall.
last updated. 28.12.
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𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮.
tba.
𝐣𝐮𝐣𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧.
geto suguru
𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬.
tba.
𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧.
tba.
𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.
tba.
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cutenimi · 2 years
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#𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒 , that which stretches into infinity and the stars.
last updated. 28.12.
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𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮.
tba.
𝐣𝐮𝐣𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧.
tba.
𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬.
tba.
𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧.
tba.
𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.
tba.
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cutenimi · 2 years
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#𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 , the sentimentality of love.
last updated. 28.12.
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𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮.
tba.
𝐣𝐮𝐣𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧.
tba.
𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬.
tba.
𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧.
tba.
𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.
tba.
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cutenimi · 2 years
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#𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 , for all you've been searching for.
%from.fae. – information, organisation, etc. important things.
%fae's.fics. – writing tag.
%for.fae. – ask tag.
%user! – moot tag.
%fun.with.fae. – game tag.
%fae's.finds. – reblog tag.
%fae.is.fantasising. – queue tag.
%fae.futhermore. – self-reblog tag.
%stfu.fae! – shitpost tag.
%weekly.plan. – weekly plan tag.
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chuuae · 2 years
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#𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 , for all you've been searching for.
%from.fae. – information, organisation, etc. important things.
%fae's.essays. – analysis of characters or plot.
%fae's.feelings. – headcanons of characters or plot.
%fae's.fics. – oneshots or fics for characters.
%for.fae. – ask tag.
%name! – moot tag.
%fun.with.fae. – game tag.
%fae's.finds. – reblog tag.
%fae.is.fantasising. – queue tag.
%fae.futhermore. – self-reblog tag.
%stfu.fae! – shitpost tag.
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