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simdertalia · 6 months

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🎍 ACNH Harmonious Set 🌺

Sims 4, Base game compatible | 55 items

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marmot567 · 17 days

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bitter orange — okkotsu yūta [1/3]

pairings. okkotsu yūta + f! reader/original character (main); past!orimito rika + f!reader; past!okkotsu yūta + orimito rika warnings/themes. mentions of death, jealousy, hints of obsession and possession. just a lil dark romance practice (which is barely any dark romance tbh who am i kidding) sprinkled with food motifs but i dont know what im doing im just here for the vibes :P mostly sfw with nsfw themes but nothing sexual bc im too scared to go down that dark path (also no use of y/n bc i started writing with an original name and it unfortunately stuck lawl... can be treated as either or it doesnt matter tbh i cant write anything outside of 2nd person anwyay) word count. 2.8k words nothing too crazy xd playlist. knuckle velvet, ethel cain; velvet ring, big thief; pure, cigarettes after sex; only in the dreams, the marias; be my mistake, the 1975; mary, alex g next

it’s been a long time since i have seen my beloved. the moss has grown on that abetachibana tree

PART ONE: ichigo daifuku

Gojō Satoru tells you that love is the most twisted curse of them all.

He had said it in passing after your first solo mission, right as you were entering the car back to Jujutsu Tech before talking your ear off with his lame jokes. The mission had consisted of exorcizing a curse that had persistently haunted an abandoned apartment complex in Omotesandō, assigned to you by the higher-ups in accordance with your newly promoted rank as a Grade 2 sorcerer, having decided that a Grade 1 was doable enough for someone of your caliber. The curse itself wasn’t anything special, though, only repeating gargled confessions of its love to some ‘Chiyo-chan’—whoever she was—the whole time you were dodging its attacks, which was incredibly annoying. You liked your battles in silence, quick and succinct, but curses make that difficult to achieve.

Gojō muses it could have been a past lover, this Chiyo-chan—its love for her having cursed itself. You didn’t really care. If you keep up the good work, complete your required missions and get another recommendation, you could be ranked a Semi-Grade 1 by your second year, then a Grade 1 by your third and nothing else after that because unless you were someone like Gojō Satoru, then you are capped forever at Grade 1.

“So anyway—snacks you like?” said sorcerer asks, finally done with his previous tale. Something about an old coworker. “Mochi, senbei, or taiyaki? Personally, I'm a mochi ice cream type of guy!”

You look at him.

“Why are you here again?”

“... Is your memory that small, Ume? I was proctoring you,” he tuts, mouth turned downwards. “Congrats on the promotion, by the way.”

You shrug. “Ichigo daifuku is good, I guess.”

He smiles, wryly.

“You’re joking, right?”

The building facing your childhood home had been home to Orimito Rika, an unsuspecting property with a decent front yard and the occasional street cat or two often shooed away by her irate grandmother. “Mean granny,” you’d often call her, the insult drowned out by your hushed giggles as you played with your dolls. Rika wouldn’t say anything about it, wouldn’t dare verbally agree with you, but she would always nod her head down, the corners of her lips turned up too high.

You didn’t particularly hate the old woman, but there was a certain kind of satisfaction to saying it behind her back after all the times you’ve caught her looking at her granddaughter in unbridled scorn, your own little form of revenge. You could never understand how her only remaining family could look at her like that, not when Rika was so beautiful and kind; like the cherry blossoms during spring, falling gently along with the wind. Sure, she could be a little cunning at times, and none of the other kids at school liked her because “something’s odd about her, can’t you just hang out with us instead?”—but that’s what makes her interesting, right?

Rika isn’t weird, she’s pretty, and you’re the bee drawn to her. She’s only older than you by a year, ten instead of nine, but she always played with you, taught you how to make flower crowns at the park, and when you walked home from school she’d always hold your hand. Her smile is blindingly bright, the sound of her voice a song you couldn’t stop listening to. Selfishly, you wish it would always be the two of you together; playing with your dolls, walking home with your hands intertwined.

But when she came back from the hospital, so did Okkotsu Yūta.

You could never see what she saw in him; he was short and just a little bit pathetic, always trailing after her like a lost puppy at first. You could push him off the swing and he'd move on with a sniffle, the kind to give up the plastic shovel even though he desperately needed it to finish his sand castle because he didn’t want to fight a girl. He smiled shyly and hid his hands behind his back, looking at you like he was looking for your approval. Of course, you never gave him the time of day, because it felt like he had stolen Rika—your Rika. It was supposed to be just you and her, but that wasn’t the case anymore. Now there was Okkotsu Yūta, who held Rika’s other hand after school, who took away her attention from you so easily.

“He’s so cute, isn’t he?” she asks often, a light blush dusting her face.

“I guess,” is your reply.

“Ne,” she calls, presenting to you a small, black box. You look at it in apprehension, wincing when she eventually opens it. “What do you think of this ring? It was my mom’s. I’m gonna give this to Yūta-kun, do you think he’ll like it?”

The ring was immensely simple, a silver-colored band with a small diamond in front, glinting under the light. Nevermind the fact that it was too big for a child’s fingers to fit in, Rika presented it to you as if it held all the answers to the world. Although her parents were dead, and she had definitely stolen it from her grandmother’s dresser, the ring spoke full of promise. When she takes it out of the box and lets you inspect it, it feels heavy.

“... You really like him, don’t you, Rika-chan?” you ask, quietly.

Rika looks at the stupid piece of jewelry, painfully smitten.

“Mhm,” she affirms. “I really like Yūta-kun. I want to be with him forever! Of course, I like you too, Ume-chan. You and Yūta-kun are my favorite people in the world!”

You close the box, handing it back to her. When Rika looks at you expectantly, you realize then that you could never bring yourself to take that happiness away from her.

The koinobori flies.

“It’s so pretty!” Rika exclaims, eyes wide and staring up at the sky where the huge, windsock carp moves around. It’s bathed in all sorts of colors—from red to blue to white to green—dancing along the azure expanse in commemoration of Children’s Day. The weather is just right, not too hot nor too cold, and the wind caresses your skin gently, the sun not too harsh. It makes the color of Rika’s hair shine in all the right ways, adds more sparkle in her already bright eyes. She’s wearing a yellow sundress, a nice change from her usual blue one. The cream-colored hat you let her borrow covers her face with the shade, but her smile remains bright and blinding. She looks pretty.

She gives you all of her ichigo daifuku, and shares Yūta’s snacks. She doesn’t even like chimaki.

“Are you sure, Rika-chan?” you ask, looking at the two sweets in your hands.

She beams. “You like them, don’t you?”

You keep them with you until the end of the event.

The day passes by incredibly fast, your little trio having exhausted yourselves from running around the park alongside the other children. Yūta chases Rika around the park, and you watch them squeal and laugh at each other and hold hands. You watch them take a nap under the shade, their pinkies intertwined, and you watch as the ugly color of green blinds your eyesight. You leave them be.

Sometimes, you wish you’re the colorful koinobori flying in the sky. You’d let Rika hold on to you, let her fly and hear her amused laugh as the wind tickles her skin. Sometimes, you wish Yūta slapped the ring away from her hands when she handed it to him. Wish he stomped it on the ground and at the same time stomped on her heart. Wish he didn’t take it with a huge smile and agree that he’d marry her when they get older; he’s not the one who’d wait long lines just to get her the best ichigo daifuku, not the one who’d jump at the other kids when they so much as think of insulting her, and he won’t be the one who’d choose to stay with her when she’s all gray and old cause he’s a boy, and boys would never do that.

Sometimes, you wish he never liked her at all—because he never deserved her in the first place.

Okkotsu Yūta could never love Orimito Rika like you.

He sits beside you at lunch.

Rika’s been bedridden for the whole week, which subsequently ruins your week. Yūta doesn’t seem to mind her absence all that much since he doesn’t see her a lot during classes anyway, but they’re supposed to be engaged. He should always be thinking of her, should be acting as miserable as you even at the unripe age of nine. He looks too okay with her absence when he shouldn’t be.

“What’s this?” you ask, pointing at the small bag of snacks he had placed on the cover of your bento.

“Hm?” he looks up. “Oh, it’s norimaki senbei.”

“... And?” you prod.

He tilts his head. “You don’t want it?”

“... I don’t want it.”

He looks at you thoughtfully.

“But you like them, don’t you?” he asks though he’s acting like he already knows, like you’ll take it regardless of what you say. It’s annoying.

You look at the seaweed-wrapped rice crackers—the stupid norimaki senbei—in mild contempt. “Why are you giving it to me?”

Yūta’s smile is small, knowing. “Because you don’t like sweets.”

You frown.

She’s a sweet girl.

You think of Orimoto Rika like that because it’s true—she smiles sweetly, she speaks sweetly, and she likes sweet things. She tells you that her favorite snack is ichigo daifuku, the very same confection you always begged your parents to buy for you just so you could share them with her. It pays off all the time because then she’d look as sweet as the daifuku itself, her cheeks as red as the fruit within it. She also likes hanami dango, but she doesn’t like the green part because she doesn’t really like the subtle taste of yomogi, so you eat the rest for her because she doesn’t want to waste it. She likes cold tea instead of hot, sweet instead of savory, like yuzu iced tea or bubbly ramune in comparison to the nutty taste of hōjicha. When you go to the store, she always gets the kompeitō with some random anime character on the packaging because those were the “cutest kind of kompeitō,” and Rika likes cute things.

She also likes the color pink, but when you ask her what her favorite color is she’d say it’s blue. It’s blue not because she wears that blue dress all the time, but blue because it’s the color of Okkotsu Yūta’s eyes, bright and round and always looking at her. Rika likes it that way—she likes how Okkotsu Yūta is always looking at her with his blue eyes, unwavering and full of adoration for her and her only.

You think Orimito Rika is a sweet girl, but sometimes she’s more than that. Sometimes, when the other kids get brave enough to drag you away from her, tell you to stop hanging out with her, they say it’s because Rika doesn’t like anyone else but Okkotsu Yūta.

Sometimes, when they tell you that, you wonder if Rika liked you at all, way before Okkotsu Yūta came into the picture.

But most of the time, you don’t really care. Even if Rika didn’t like you, you’d still like her. Even if she’d only have her eyes set on Okkotsu Yūta with his stupid blue eyes and his stupid norimaki senbei and stupid chimaki that he shared with her on the fifth of May, you’d still like her because she’s Rika—beautiful, kind, and wonderful Rika.

She has things she doesn’t like, too, such as other people but never Yūta-kun or Ume-chan! She likes it when people compliment her and praise her looks and give her free stuff like ramune or ichigo daifuku or Sailor Moon-themed kompeitō from the store, but sometimes she tells you that she dislikes this certain group of girls from Yūta’s class, dislikes the boy assigned as your seatmate, her homeroom teacher, the “weird” guy who works at the konbini a street over, and dislikes it even more when her grandmother looks at her and tells her she killed her own father without even saying anything at all.

You know all those things because you know Orimito Rika. You like her even if she holds intense dislike for the people outside her circle, people who tick her off just a little for you to see her smile crack at the edges and go stiff, the little twitch of her brown eyes, and most importantly, you still like her when all she wants in the world is the attention of the boy who wears her deceased mother’s ring.

You’ll always want sweet girls like her.

“Where’s Rika-chan?”

“Her grandma won’t let her go out today,” Yūta says, sitting next to you on the bench. “So it’s just you and me.”

He says it dejectedly, but it’s not enough for you. If he was really sad, then he’d be as sad as you are, so you start packing your belongings. “I’m leaving, then.”

He startles, standing up. “Huh? W–wait! Don’t leave just yet!”

“But Rika-chan’s not here,” you frown. “There’s no point in hanging out today.”

He falters, looking down at the ground.

“Even if she isn’t here, we can still play together…” he offers, looking up at you timidly. “We’re friends, too, aren’t we?”

The green-eyed monster stares at the silver chain wrapped around his neck, the ring acting as its pendant tucked underneath his shirt—like an unattainable treasure trapped inside a chest with the key thrown away somewhere you cannot find it. We’re not friends, the monster says with a snarl, stay away from me.

If there is one thing you know, then it’s that you have never wanted to be friends with Okkotsu Yūta, not after he took everything from you. He can butter you up by sticking to you during class and sitting next to you at lunch and even offering you some of his not-ichigo daifuku, not-yuzu iced tea, and not-colorful anime-themed kompeitō but you will and have never liked him for the green-eyed monster will always sit on your shoulder so long as he wears that ring on his person, a physical manifestation of his promise with Rika. Your Rika, even if that’s not really the case.

You will never like Okkotsu Yūta, because—because he—

“... What’re we even gonna do?” you ask, slowly.

He immediately brightens up.

“… Wanna get ice cream?” he offers. “There’s a new flavor I wanna try!”

His suggestion does not entice you at all, but when he stands there with an outstretched hand waiting for you to take it, like it’ll matter if you reject him, you find yourself at a crossroads. But you make your decision soon enough. Like it’ll matter, like the green-eyed monster isn’t there, staring.

“Okay,” you say, moving past him to start walking. He blinks incredulously at the blatant rejection before gathering himself and following after you, a prep to his step regardless of your actions.

You try to ignore the warmth of his body next to yours.

He’s too close.

“Yūta-kun’s birthday is in a few days,” Rika announces, lying on your spare futon. “Did you get him anything?”

You didn’t. “... Yeah.”

“Really? What is it?” she cranes her neck to face you. “What’d you get him?”

She doesn’t want your gift being better than hers, it checks out. “Um… just a toy. A garbage truck.”

“Oh, okay,” she turns back to face the ceiling. “I made him a scrapbook with photos of us. I worked really hard on it… do you think he’ll like it?”

“He’ll like anything you give him.”

She’s already given him a ring—what else could compare to that?

Rika smiles. “I guess… you’re right.”

Soon enough, she goes to sleep, breathing softly beside you as your fan fills the silence of the night. You continue staring at the ceiling, making out the little dents despite the lack of light. You squeeze the hand that holds your under the cover, before closing your eyes.

You hear her softly breathe on a steady beat alongside the fan whirring in the corner, and you close your eyes, squeezing her hand tighter underneath the covers of your too-close futon.

You’ll have to ask your parents for some money tomorrow.

“Rika-chan isn’t here again,” Yūta says dejectedly. “Her granny’s too strict.”

“She hates her,” you say quietly.

Yūta looks at you, confused. “What’d you say?”

“Nothing. Your birthday’s coming up soon, what are you doing that day?”

“Uwah—you remember?”

“Rika-chan told me.”

“Oh, well,” he smiles sheepishly, “we have school that day, but after that I’ll be celebrating at my house. I’m thinking of just inviting Rika-chan and you over… um, so, will you come?”

“I’ll go if Rika-chan is going.”

He blinks, before a smile blooms on his face. “Okay! I’ll see you, then.”

It happens when you aren't there.

It never should have happened at all.

Orimito Rika is pronounced dead at the age of eleven, her body unrecognizable under the heavy weight of a blue truck.

#yuuta okkotsu x reader #jjk #yuta okkotsu #jujutsu kaisen #jjk okkotsu #jjk x reader #yuuta okkotsu x you #yuta x reader #okkotsu yuta x reader #okkotsu yuta x you #okkotsu yuuta #yuuta okkotsu smut #jjk imagines

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appledew · 1 month

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This is Wani!

Made for triguraz on Twitter.

This plush is made with custom dyed minky, minky and a small bit of mochi minky and sherpa. They were measured to lay at about 14 inches from the front tip of the nose to the back tips of the legs. Their little vest is removable.

Made back in late 2023, excuse me while I upload some projects before I forget about them!

Some minor fun facts: no not so fun was the color bleed in the dark green. I ended up unstuffing them entirely and running them through the washing machine a few hours before final photos were taken. I dont recall there being a mention of it on my Ko-fi, but goodness it threw me for a loop!

I LOVE LOVE LOVE the sherpa moss details, possibly one of my favorite little details about this character, aside from the head shape!

Shoulder markings are handsewn on after I realized I patterned them COMPLETELY wrong, and I dyed just enough for the details on the plush, but just barely-- I think I had just enough orange for the base body as well. >: I recall having trouble patterning the spines on the tail and having to scraps together to have just enough! Always dye more than you need!

And thats its! April is going to be a big month of catching up and setting up a new schedule. So please bear with me for just a little bit!!

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orangefurbsicle · 3 months

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My current furby collection as of 1/19/24! All of them work, except a few but that’s fine with me :3

From top left to right - Grell (she/her), Balto (he/him) Bubbles (she/her) , Opal (she/her), and Ezra (he/him) <3

From bottom left to right - Moss (he/him), Morty (he/him), Rick (he/him),Cosmo (he/they) Mochi(she/her), and Pixie (she/her/fae/faer) <3

#furby #furby community #furby fandom #safe furby #custom furby #furby 1998 #furby art #furby accessories #furby collecting #furby collection #furby baby #furby love #furby 1999

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mochi-moss · 1 year

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Ursala’s Cabin based off the Cabin from Kiki’s Delivery Service ✨👒

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cuppabeanz · 8 months

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How many ponies has mochi been with at once?

Mochi: Well first came Mako-no Pulse was first then Mako, then Finn too, then I met Moss… so four. Yeah I’m with four partners currently! Well really we’re all together. Polyamory y’know? Though it’s not for everyone. Especially jealous types or people who for some reason like to make their partners jealous! But when everyone consents and loves each other it’s amazing~

#Mochi answers #Don’t ask who didn’t make the cut there’s people that I won’t draw and they’re among them #but I figured I’d mention a little

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musubiki · 8 months

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"We doesn't need moss right now"

That's where you're wrong. Pom knows. Pom knows a witch always needs moss, even if she doesn't know it. For moss is used in so many potions and has so many applications. Sometimes the need for moss is urgent, then what, will the witch have to go run outside waiting looking for moss while a lethal wound bleeds out the side of one of their guild? No, because she has moss at hand in her ingredients. Sometimes what's needed is dry moss, then what, will the witch have to go gather moss, then wait for who know how long as it dries before continuing with what she was doing? No, because previously she took some moss to start drying and have dry moss as a ready ingredient. What if it's pouring outside, just hailing, storming, end of the world tempest, and the witch has a cold and a fever and needs some moss tea to feel better? Eh? What then? And the whole guild is also sick. And Pom. What then? Will they just be left stranded inside to die? No. Because there will be plenty of moss on the ingredients rack. A witch always needs moss, and she should be THANKFUL when her familiar brings her some. Not just when the tall, dumb, pretty face boy she likes brings her pastries only to her as if NO ONE else lived on this house. But still Pom knows what's best for her and what a witch really needs (not pastries) and Pom goes out into the forest and brings back THE BEST moss around without even having hands because Pom knows. And Pom loves Mochi MORE than any human ever could, even if Mochi lends Pom's side of the bed to a thick-skulled human. Pom brings home one of the most used and useful and needed ingredients a witch could think of and she says she doesn't need any. Unbelievable.

-Pom, absolutely offended Mochi didn't take the moss gift.

YO I HAVE BEEN CRACKING UP I CANT BELIEVE YOU CAPTURED POMS EMOTIONS SO WELL LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

SHE MAKES THE LITTLE DIGS AT LIME AND THE BITTERNESS THAT HE DOESNT BRING HER ANY PASTERIES IM FUCKING CRYING YO

#THIS IS SO POM IM HOLLERING HOW DID YOU DO THIS #POM GIVING THE ASIAN MOM LECTURE WHERE YOU JUST GET UP AND START DOING OTHER THINGS WHILE THEY YELL AT YOU #IM CRYING #WORTH THE READ #i didnt even realize you could send an ask with this many words. for some reason i thought there was a character limit

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mochis-hideout · 8 months

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Pikmin‼️

#pikmin #pikmin 4 #pikmin spoilers #maybe #louie pikmin #olimar pikmin #alph pikmin #brittany pikmin #charlie pikmin #oatchi #moss pikmin #pikmin oc #doodle #idk man #mochi’s art

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verlaines-corner-archive · 2 years

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May I request for Shibusawa with the theme: Fern, White Lily and Honeysuckle?

PS. This man is so fine and so pretty draging my friends to eatch Dead Apple this weekend www

~ ☕, Congrats on the 300+ followers!

Fern - “Magic, enchantment”, White Lily - “My love is pure”, Honeysuckle - “Devoted affection; bonds of love” + Shibusawa

-> Thank you dear anon! And yes, this man is drop dead gorgeous.

-> This isn’t smut but still, Shibusawa for the brainrot @pussydrunkfyodor @nameless-noodles @mrsdostoevsky @beandaifuku-mochi

“I thought I would find you here,” a voice rings out through the air, as smooth as the breeze carrying it.

You perk up, moving your eyes from the bushes to a figure of white by the garden gate, an old work of wood that groans when opened. He’s quiet as he approaches you, following a worn stone path to the table you’re sitting at. Wild hair flows around him as he walks, like a veil of glistening white. It creates a soft glow, and in the midst of a now enchanted garden you almost mistake him for a ghost.

“Tatsuhiko,” his name rolls off your tongue with ease, “I’m glad to see you. What brings you here?”

“Hm?” Tatsuhiko tilts his head, something akin to amusement in his eyes, “I thought that would be obvious, I’m here to see you. We both know that I hold no interest in such locations otherwise.”

“Right, of course. Then please, sit with me.”

The chair creaks under his weight, held up only by the roots of a tree. Much like the gate, what remains of it is old and weathered, having suffered years of disuse.

The whole area is like that, desolate and with only memories of humanity left behind. An overgrown bird bath hidden under layers of moss and vines; stone path cracked and uneven, crumbling away with every passing day; the table you’re sat at, rooted in place by the earth. Humans had abandoned it and in their place the forest had taken over, making it a home for her inhabitants who obviously cared not for the state it was in.

You watch faeries go about their lives, bathed in the gentle light of the moon as they dance and sing. They seem to be at peace here and you do not blame them, for a hidden corner of the world like this is bound to create such a feeling, something nostalgic and tranquil. You wonder if there’s a sort of comfort to be found between things no longer connected to humanity, yet still carrying their despair. Maybe that’s what had drawn the forest and her people to the garden in the first place.

Maybe that’s what drew you and Tatsuhiko together too. Why after all this time the two of you have continued to find one another, even outside of the sanctuary provided in the trees. A constant pallid presence, a gentle light as hauntingly beautiful as the ruins that surround it.

Your eyes wander to Tatsuhiko only to be met by his, a crimson gaze laced with warmth. How long had you been zoned out for, absorbed in thoughts with the material world forgotten? You go to speak but he cuts you off.

“You may be dumber than I feared, a shame,” he slouches for a moment, tone almost playful before turning serious, “you haven’t bored me, I would have simply left if that was the case. You needn’t worry about doing such things either, I thought that was already known. No matter, it is now.”

He waves his hand at that last bit, dismissing the conversation before it can even begin. A comfortable silence befalls the two of you once more, the only sound being the chattering of creatures and wind in the trees. Somewhere in there his hand finds yours, wordlessly, unthinkingly intertwining your fingers together.

The two of you remain that way until the sun starts to rise, after which Tatsuhiko bids you farewell and leaves as quietly as he came, the lingering sensation of his lips on yours being the only proof of his stay.

He will be back again tomorrow, as will you.

Ao3

#Tales of Nature - milestone event 🌷#✧ library shelves ✧#I hope your friends enjoyed the movie dear anon!!#and sorry this took so long - inspo was a little hard to find haha!#bsd #bsd x reader #shibusawa x reader #bsd shibusawa #this is unedited I will do that later haha #bungo stray dogs x reader #☕ anon

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