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Labubu Shaped pillow on my website https://81clothing.shop/

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á° Arcane Modern Au: đđđđđđđđđđ
âSevika, pt1
part one, part two
masterlist á°
Just some random and silly shit cause this woman is way more hilarious than she seems to me

She doesnât trust banks. She always has cash on her. She has a credit card but wonât use it and sheâll only buy things in store. Online ? Sheâll ask you to order it for her after she hands you money in cash for the price of what she needs on the website so you wonât actually pay for it yourself.
You like using voice assistants like ChatGPT, Siri or Alexa bc itâs like way faster and easy ? Well, she doesnât. She doesnât trust this shi either. She thinks -no, sheâs convinced- theyâre spying on her. But this bitch so lazy to look things up on google sheâll ask you questions instead like you have every answer she needs. And you answer every time, after looking up on google yourself.
She does own a smart speaker but only uses it to play exactly three albums on repeatâ
Sheâs banned from most casino sheâs been to. She wonât say why.
Now every time you drive past a casino, Sevika puts her hoodie up and slouches in the seat like theyâre being tailed by the FBI??? Youâll never know why and itâs SCARY
Labubus are the ugliest plushies sheâs ever seen in her entire life. When you tell her proudly your new one is a limited edition and people pay hundreds for these, sheâs SCANDALIZED.
One time you put your labubu on her pillow at night as a joke and just stood in the hallway like: âIâm not sleeping with that shit breathing in the room.â She swears it can blink when youâre not in the same room.
Her apartment is in an industrial style with brick walls and black furnitures, a few very realistic plastic plants cause âshe doesnât take responsibilityâ. One of em has a name, she talks to it sometimes when no oneâs looking. She accidentally made it aesthetic and when you tell her she just rolls her eyes.
She also has a really comfortable couch in any case the bed is too far away when she comes home drunk at 2AM. She calls it a second bed.
If you donât remind her to drink water sheâll run on black coffee and energy drinks if not alcohol.
She does actually give a fuck about clothes. Girl walks around like she just rolled out of bed and into a knife fight but everything she wears is suspiciously coordinated. Her wardrobe has a color palette, she has diff kind of boots, and she loves layering her clothesâ like shirts over tanks, hoodies under jackets. She would call it all a âcoincidenceâ.
Thatâs all for today that was hilarious Iâll soon make an other part cause I have others ideas đ
#sevika arcane#sevika x y/n#sevika x oc#sevika headcanon#loser sevika#sevika x you#sevika x reader#arcane sevika#sevika hc#arcane x y/n#arcane hcs#arcane fluff#arcane x you#arcane x reader#arcane headcanon#arcane
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love your writing style kash!! thank you for the beautiful fica that are so soft and heartwarming to read đđŤ°
could i request for a scenario where mamakuna is sick (like a flu/fever) and how babykuna and dadkuna work together to help her feel betterrrrr đ -v
the flu had been going around, and you knew it was only a matter of time before it got you. but knowing it was one thingâexperiencing it was another. it hit you like a truck. fever, chills, congestionâthe works. so when you called sukuna at his office, your voice hoarse and pitiful, he dropped everything, canceled an entire board meeting (screw the shareholders), and stormed out. by the time he gets home, he's expecting pure chaos. maybe the maids scrambling, maybe you barely consciousâsomething. instead, he walks into your shared bedroom and stops dead in his tracks.
there, at the edge of the bed, is babykuna, her tiny legs swinging, her face set in deep concentration as she places all her plushies around you in a perfect protective circle. labubu is at your pillow. sonny angel squad is stationed near your hands. he even spots one of his socks stuffed into the arrangement like some sort of talisman.
"âŚwhat are you doing?" sukuna asks, raising a brow. babykuna, without looking up, adjusts a bunny plush near your shoulder. âmaking mama better.â sukuna sighs, making his way to the bed, crouching beside you.
"baby, i have an entire medical team on speed dial. your mama doesnât needâ"
"papa, hush," she interrupts, waving a hand at him dismissively. âyou donât get it. they give comfort. the magic of the plushies is real.â sukuna opens his mouth, then closes it. you, meanwhile, weakly lift your hand. âitâs okay, love. i believe in the plushie magic too.â babykuna nods sagely, satisfied.
but sukuna is still sukuna, so even though he knows the maids could easily take care of you both, he wants to do it. so he sighs, rolls up his sleeves, and trudges to the kitchen. if youâre sick, then fine, heâll do this properly. twenty minutes later, he returns with a bowl of steaming hot chicken soup, the way you like it. perfectly seasoned, just the right amount of garlic, and not a vegetable in sight (because he knows youâd push them aside). but before he can even set it downâ
"mama should eat bread and jam," babykuna suddenly announces, pointing a spoon at you. sukunaâs eye twitches.
"she needs soup."
"she needs bread and jam."
"she needs something warm."
"bread is warm if you toast it."*
sukuna rubs his temples. "she doesnât need bread and jam, bratâ"
"what about appy juice?" babykuna interjects, swinging her legs, completely unfazed. "appy juice is good."
"baby, soup is literally proven toâ"
"orange juice?"
"oh my god."
you, snuggled in your fortress of plushies, weakly smile, watching the two most important people in your life bicker over whatâs best for you. sukuna sighs in defeat, scooping a spoonful of soup. "open up, baby," he murmurs, bringing it to your lips. before you can take a sip, babykuna gasps.Â
âwait! the plushies have to approve first!â
sukuna, face blank, stares at his child.Â
"âŚyouâre kidding."
but babykuna is dead serious. she picks up labubu, holds it over the soup, then dramatically nods. âlabubu says okay.â sukuna exhales slowly.
"great. tell labubu to shut up next time."
babykuna gasps in pure, unfiltered betrayal. âyou take that back.âÂ
you, sick as you are, wheeze at the scene, your fever momentarily forgotten.
#@sukuna#jjk headcanons#jjk x reader#jjk x y/n#jjk x you#jujutsu kaisen headcanons#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you#sukuna headcanons#sukuna x reader#sukuna x you#ryomen x reader#ryomen x y/n#ryomen x you#ryomen sukuna x reader#ryomen sukuna x you#jjk fluff#jjk drabbles#jujutsu kaisen fluff#sukuna crack#jjk crack#jjk x fem!reader#sukuna x female reader#jujutsu kaisen x female reader
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ââ â older!matt . . . bunny!reader
â bunny makes matt kiss all her plushies before he's allowed cuddles â
Mattâs already in his sleep shirt, glasses pushed up his nose, hair still damp from the shower. Heâs trying to climb into bed beside you, but youâre curled up against your plush mountain, arms crossed, nose in the air. âNope,â you say, smug and sparkly-eyed. âYou canât get in until you do it.â He blinks, caught off guard. âDo what, bunny?â
You gesture dramatically to the ten or so plushies arranged across your pillows â Sanrio ones, a bunny Labubu, a sleepy frog with a heart on its belly, a little pink Miffy with a velvet bow, and that one soft, faded bear with the crooked ribbon youâve had since you were six. âYou hurt all their feelings too,â you pout, eyes wide with theatrical sadness. âYou didnât say goodnight to anyone.â
Matt groansâmore out of love than actual resistance. He drags a hand down his face, sighing like heâs being tasked with something impossible, but heâs already melting. Because how could he not? He crouches down at the edge of the bed, strong arms, stubbled jaw, and all, and solemnly picks up each plush with the care of a man tucking in real children.
âGoodnight, Miss Strawberry Melody,â he mumbles, kissing the My Melody plush on her fuzzy forehead. âYou look lovely in your little fruit bonnet.â You suppress a squeal behind your palms, eyes gleaming. Next, the frog. âSir Hops-a-Lot, sweet dreams. Donât let Bunny hog the blanket again.â You giggle, kicking your feet under the covers.
He moves on to the pink bear. âMister Honeybuns, youâre in charge tonight. No monkey business.â He gives the bearâs crooked bow a little pat. The Labubu gets a solemn nod. âLittle Forest Gremlin, protect the dream realm.â He keeps going: PomPomPurin with his little beret, a sparkly Kuromi, a plush of Cinnamoroll shaped like a cloud, and even the silly birthday monkey you won at the arcade last month.
Finally, he kisses the last plush: a sleepy brown bear in pink pyjamas, squished between your pillows. âSleep tight, Princess Snugglebum. Youâve always been my favourite.â You cover your face, cackling. âMatt! Thatâs not her name!â âIt is now,â he shrugs, eyes twinkling. You sigh, loud and royal. âFine. You may now enter.â You scoot over dramatically, patting the spot beside you like youâre royalty granting an audience.
Matt slides in with a huff of relief, instantly pulling you into his arms. His hand finds your waist under the blanket, palm warm, thumb rubbing lazy circles against your skin. âYouâre lucky youâre cute,â he murmurs into your hair, voice all sleep-soft and smug.
You hum against his chest, tucking your leg between his. âYouâre lucky youâre forgiven.â His hand curls tighter around you. The room is quiet but not silentâthe soft rustle of blankets, the steady hum of the night air, and the faint jingle of a bell on one of your plushies when you shift.
Matt presses a kiss to your forehead, one last little apology in the language of quiet affection. âThanks for making up with me, Bunny,â he whispers. You yawn into his shirt. âJust donât forget them again. They have feelings too.â He chuckles, brushing your hair back with gentle fingers. âNoted. Weâll say goodnight together tomorrow. Deal?â
You nod, eyes fluttering shut, heart full. Surrounded by stuffed animals and warm arms, you drift off knowing you're loved, youâre safe, and every single plushie got their kiss goodnight.
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âCanât Even Out dress my Labubuâ
All I see on my fyp are Labubu Dolls so hereâs a cute imagine ft Paigeđ
Pairing: PaigexReader
CutexFunny
Youâre curled up on the couch, scrolling through TikTok with a pout on your face while Paige stretches after practice.
âBaaaabe,â you whine dramatically, showing her your screen, âlook how cute this Labubu is. I need it. Like, for my soul.â
Paige raises an eyebrow, walking over with a towel around her neck. âYouâre crying over a⌠gremlin with bunny ears?â
You gasp. âItâs art, Paige! Labubus are rare. Iconic. Emotional support creatures.â
She smirks, kissing your forehead. âYouâre dramatic, but adorable. Still not getting it though.â
You groan, flopping into the couch cushions while she heads to shower, mumbling something about âsaving you from questionable toy obsessions.â
â
Three days laterâŚ
You walk into your room to find the exact Labubu doll you were obsessing over sitting on your pillow⌠surrounded by accessories, tiny outfits, and even a mini Labubu-sized basketball jersey with âBueckers #5â on it.
âWhat theâ?!â
Paige pops out from behind the door, grinning like she just hit a game-winner at the buzzer. âTold you I didnât get the hype, but I get you.â
You squeal, launching yourself into her arms.
âAnd thatâs not all,â she says with a wink, pulling out her phone. Lizzoâs verse in âWhim Whammieâ starts playing as she starts sassily shaking her hips.
You two record the TikTokâ while you dramatically spin with your Labubu like it's an Oscar-winning performance.
She posts it with the caption: âShe begged for the doll. I caved. Now weâre a Labubu power couple â¨đ
đ˝ #WhimWhammie #CoupleGoals #BueckersBabesâ
It goes viral. Obviously.
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What would Mattheo think of Labubuâs or wtv theyâre called?
this made me wheeze lmaoo, heâd fucking hate them cuz he didnât get the one he wanted, but would secretly buy more, hoping heâd get it at some point. every time he doesnât, he just rages and throws the poor things into the wall. then, he hears your footsteps approaching the bedroom and scrambles to pick it up and hastily throw it under his pillow. when you walk in, youâre met with his smile thatâs too wide and too nervous to make him look normal. and then, the fucking labubu rolls from under the pillow, and he acts like you just caught him with a stash of crack cocaine
#â ę° đđđđ đđ đđđđ ęą âď¸ ËËË#lovesincerely#mattheo x labubu the real enemies to lovers deal#mattheo thoughts
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â â â â â â â â my official, presidential, bathtub manifesto of an introduction
hi. bonjour. buenas.
i am sophia. unless we are soul-bonded, aka mutuals, then you can call me soph (but not in the american or british way sino, soph in the true spanish pronunciation). for the commonfolk: your allowed endearments are 'sophia' for everyday (pronounced exactly how you think diego luna would say it), 'my pearl' for sundays, and 'goddess divine' . . . but only on very special occasions. i am uruguayan-mexican by nature and bloodâi literally bleed mezcal and mate. to my knowledge, i'm a pisces and am saddled with catholic guilt. except not really. i'm actually quite a content person.
i'm the dancing queen, only seventeen! i detest that "only" because it is horrid and completely invalidating of the seventeen long and arduous years that i've spent trudging through on this earth. my entire personality is that i live 30-40 minutes away from new york city. i am a mean creature and i am soft as a pillow and i bare my teeth at everything and i am self-righteous in my own right. i also utterly abhor labubus, because i think they are the most exemplary display of consumerism. i am a literary snob and i block people when they irritate me. i don't believe in being tooth-rottingly sweet to people i don't like, and i don't automatically like everyone that i meet. is it bitchy? yes. but i am happy in my way.
there are absolutely no boundaries in my asks. tell me about the spiky shit you took this morning. tell me about your primal need for your lover in your dr. i want to hear it all! actually . . . i take back the shit thing. maybe some things aren't meant to be shared with the world. scratch the whole thing actually. no racism, homophobia, or general disregard for human decency will be tolerated and you will be immediately be blocked sine die. the internet is my favorite form of public transportation. i will talk to anyone unless they reek of elon musk worship or still use 'yas girl' unironically.
space oddity by the starmanâdavid bowie for those of you who lack cultureâwill always make me cry. as well as de niĂąa a mujer by julio iglesias because it was the song i danced to with my dad on my XV birthday. i do not trust people who do not like olives. grow up. my favorite cocktail at the moment is rebujito because it doesn't taste like alcohol or sprite. i hate carbonated drinks because i don't like the way they are spiky on my tongue. like a million little needles poking my mouth and throat. ew. i cried today for half an hour because i didn't get to visit giverny when i was in france.
if you ever feel lost, just follow the scent of jo malone orange blossom cologne and the overuse of em dashesâi'm probably nearby. this is a dispatch from the center of my storm: a literary exorcism, a diary if that diary had fangs, glitter, and just a whisper of dostoevsky. expect too many metaphors (that i will eventually lose the handle on), tough love, and the occasional shiftblr critique wrapped in pink tulle. i am not mysterious; i am an open book that has been encrypted in tripled caesar cipher. i am not here to be digestible. i am here to be delicious.
#get to know sophia !! (she's crazy)#my official shiftblr introduction#shiftblr#shifting realities#navi
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so I painted this! test run piece tbh. I don't often draw/paint much anymore and haven't dabbled in art since high school, but the Labubu craze and talking head video essays I've been seeing about it lately inspired me to make some social commentary art đ initially I wanted to do a whole series of mini posters in the style of the infamous Y2K "Happy Bunny" art we enjoyed back in the aughts, but it was so time-consuming idk if I'll keep going. we'll see on that front đŹ
everything is mixed media on watercolor paper and hand rendered so if it looks like it was made by a flawed human, that's cuz it was đ¤Ą
disclaimer: I'm not above capitalism and collecting, so I made sure to take a disarming photo with this embroidered pillow in my foyer for your viewing pleasure lmfao. I don't own any Labubu figures, but I do think they're kinda cute! Labussy and all


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CPW: ROYAL ORDER â PPV LIVE from Crypto.com Arena, Los Angeles, CA
CUSTODY OF BELLA DIOR MATCH
Mariah May vs. Alex Shelley Special Enforcer at ringside: Billy Gunn Bella Dior watches from a velvet pillow at ringside, guarded by Billy Gunn, who was definitely bribed with a promised dinner date. Itâs a battle for pride, pettiness, and one very fashionable dog. Mariah rakes eyes, Alex snaps back with a low blow (theatrics only, he swears). Mariah chases him out of the ring. He hides behind Billy and shouts, âThis is shared custody at best!â Billy shrugs. Heâs just here for the drama. Just when Alex gains momentum, Mariah fakes a fainting spell. The ref gets distracted, Billy slips Bella a squeaky toy, and Mariah uses the noise to catch Alex off-guard with a sneaky roll-up. Winner: Mariah May Mariah regains custody of Bella Dior. Post-match, she lifts Bella in the air like itâs The Lion King. Confetti falls. Billy Gunn wipes a fake tear. Alex drops to his knees outside the ring, visibly emotional. âShe was my best friend⌠We shared secretsâŚâ
BACKSTAGE
Tatum is stroking her Labubu plush. Tiffany calls it âa discount gremlin.â Tatumâs eyes narrow. âItâs gonna bite you in your sleep, you know.â Tiffany flinches. Possibly serious.
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Stefani, || @stefgagaxo
Hi, my love. I finally got a hand free to write in this card I bought you three months ago - funny how I waited until after our little ones made their grand entrance, when I was going to have even less time to write you something cheesy - but I think I've finally found the words I've been searching for. Or a few of them, at least. The rest of them may as well be a mystery lost to time. But I'll do my best and you'll hopefully make a souvenir out of this letter. Save it under your pillow when you start traveling this summer (I did spray my perfume on it, so go nuts).
It feels like you were fated to enter my life the way that you did, as casually and second-nature like we've known each other for all time. I remember being so scared of everything when it came to you - how much I felt, how quickly I felt it, how I didn't want anyone else to have the opportunity to hurt me before you, but with you, I handed myself over readily. We've shared so much with each other on this journey, I've leaned into the overwhelming speed of it all because I knew that I didn't want less time loving you. Less time being your wife. Less time giving us both what we yearned for. It was a happy surprise to find out that our journey here got to be kickstarted right away (and with two!) as if the universe agreed - there's no need to wait for what we crave, that we are meant to have it now and meant to share it together.
J&J are our little miracles, as if some higher power knew we could handle two and handle them now, when it feels like life is only speeding up around us. I promise to keep you grounded when all you want to do is float away in the mayhem (I had to) of it all, and to work as the best team I know we can be for them. Our losses individually have turned into our joint gain, and I just know that your aunt and my sister would be thrilled about their new little namesakes. It means everything to me that she gets to live on, that I get to say her name and not be filled with grief but to be instead overcome with love. I hope you feel that way, too.
So thank you, for absolutely everything you've gone through physically, mentally, emotionally, maybe even sexually, for the past nine months. Our daughters are the greatest gifts you ever could have given me, but I hope what I got for you as a little 'congrats on living through induction and your C-section' makes you feel as sentimental as I do on the daily.
P.S. I don't know what the pink thing is, Giulietta was insistent on giving this to you (and she was sure to specify it's for you and not the babies?? I don't know. It's kinda cute though?)
P.S.S. I know what you're thinking - how the hell are we going to take care of a foal and newborns? Your stable hands are getting a little extra dough from me, don't worry.
P.S.S.S. Her name on her papers is Sue Flay, I don't know if you wanna keep it that but ???
P.S.S.S.S. I love you, mama. :)
xoxo,
Jess



gifts include:
- 24K silver heart necklace with "Joanne" and "Juliet" - Art print of a sketch, photo taken from the hospital - "LOVE" big into energy labubu keychain - Purebred maximum sabino arabian foal to join the other horses on the ranch
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