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Ehy am i (practically a dead account) getting recs LOL

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meet my top 4 sillies

1 - No name yet, I suck at naming so I need suggestions,,

2 - bogel (hes just bogel)

3 - jatsum (jagung (corn) tsumu)

4 - sunarto (based on this one gojek guy that delivered my order)

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Birthday Cake

Pairing: Kenma x reader Genre: Fluff a/n: my dumbass only took the pic in one ratio which is 1:1 when i shouldve done it in different ratios for a cute banner... oh well. here's the birthday post i made for kenma. and this one is for me even though it's a day later

You glanced at your phone for the fifth time in the past minute, checking the time. Kenma had asked you to come over to his apartment after your afternoon class was over, and now you were standing outside his door, a nervous excitement bubbling in your chest. It was your birthday, and while you didn't expect anything extravagant, the fact that Kenma had planned something made your heart flutter.

Taking a deep breath, you knocked on the door. A few seconds later, you heard some shuffling from inside before the door creaked open, revealing Kenma in a bit of a mess. He wore an apron that was slightly too big for him, with flour dusted all over his front and a bit of egg batter smeared on his cheek. His usually neat hair was slightly tousled, giving him a frazzled look.

"Ken, what happened?" you asked, unable to suppress a giggle at his state.

Kenma scratched the back of his neck, looking a little embarrassed. "I… um, I was baking you a cake," he admitted, glancing over his shoulder. "well, it's still in the oven."

You stepped inside, the sweet aroma of baking filling the air. "It smells great," you said encouragingly. "I can't wait to see it."

Kenma smiled softly at your enthusiasm, but then his eyes widened in realization. "The cake!" he exclaimed, rushing to the kitchen. You followed him, watching as he hurriedly opened the oven and pulled out the cake, which was slightly burnt on the edges.

You walk over to the cake, inspecting it closely. "It looks great, really. I bet it tastes just as good."

Kenma frowns. "It's burnt."

You laugh, a light, joyful sound that seems to ease his worry. "It's the thought that counts. Besides, I love it."

He relaxes a bit, a small smile tugging at his lips. "I was going to decorate it too, but… well, you can see how that went."

"Let's do it together," you suggest, grabbing a tube of frosting. "It’ll be fun."

Kenma hesitates, then nods, his smile growing wider. "Okay. But no promises it'll look good."

You both get to work, laughing and chatting as you decorate the cake. Kenma's usually serious expression is softened by the warmth in his eyes, and you can’t help but feel incredibly lucky to have him by your side.

"How did you even get flour on your face?" you tease, wiping a smudge off his cheek.

"I have no idea," he admits, chuckling. "I'm a disaster in the kitchen."

"You're my disaster," you reply, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

Kenma’s eyes sparkle with affection. "Happy birthday," he whispers, his voice filled with sincerity.

"Thank you, Ken," you say, your heart overflowing with love. "This is the best birthday ever."

As you finish decorating the cake, you both step back to admire your work. It's far from perfect, but it’s a labor of love, and that makes it perfect in its own way.

"Ready to taste it?" Kenma asks, handing you a knife.

You cut a small slice, offering him the first bite. He takes it, and you watch anxiously for his reaction. He chews thoughtfully, then nods. "Not bad. Could use less burnt edges, though."

You laugh, taking a bite yourself. "I think it's perfect."

Kenma wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. "Happy birthday," he repeats, kissing your temple.

oh erm idk how to end it

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Happy Birthday to me 🎂

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Step by step.

Step 2. One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well. — kenma x reader

"Hey," Kenma's voice is quiet, but it startles you in the silence of your room. "When was the last time you ate?"

You can't bring yourself to look at him, your gaze fixed on the cluttered desk in front of you. The textbooks and notes scattered around seem almost mocking, a testament to the classes you've been skipping. "I… I don't remember," you mumble, your voice barely above a whisper.

Kenma sighs softly, the sound barely audible over the hum of your computer. "You can't keep doing this to yourself," he says, his tone gentle but firm. He moves to sit beside you on the edge of your bed, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight.

You feel the hunger gnawing at your stomach, but the thought of eating feels like an insurmountable task. "I'm just… not hungry," you lie, knowing full well that it's not the truth.

Kenma's golden eyes study you carefully, his expression unreadable. He reaches out and gently takes your hand in his, his touch warm and grounding. "I know it's hard," he says softly, "but you need to eat something. Even if it's just a little bit."

His words hang in the air, and you can feel the concern in his gaze. Kenma isn't one to show his emotions easily, but you know he cares deeply. It's one of the reasons why you've always felt safe around him.

With a resigned sigh, you nod. "Okay," you whisper, your voice cracking. "I'll try."

Kenma gives a small nod of approval and stands up, heading towards the small kitchenette in your dorm room. You watch as he rummages through the cabinets, his movements purposeful yet unhurried. Despite his own small appetite and tendency to avoid healthy food, he's determined to help you.

After a few minutes, he returns with a bowl of instant noodles and a bottle of water. It's not much, but it's something. He sets them down on the desk in front of you and gently places a pair of chopsticks in your hand. "Just a few bites," he encourages softly.

You hesitate, the sight and smell of the noodles making your stomach churn with both hunger and anxiety. But Kenma's steady presence beside you gives you the strength to lift the chopsticks and take a small bite. The warmth of the broth and the familiar taste is comforting, and you manage a few more bites before setting the chopsticks down.

Kenma watches you with a quiet patience, his own expression softening slightly as he sees you eating. "Good," he says, a hint of relief in his voice. "That's a start."

You take a sip of water, feeling a bit more grounded than before. "Thank you, Kenma," you murmur, your voice trembling with gratitude and exhaustion.

He offers a small smile, his hand still holding yours. "We'll get through this together," he says gently. "One step at a time."

You manage a weak smile and glance at him. "You know," you say, a hint of teasing in your voice, "you're kind of a hypocrite. You forget to eat sometimes too."

Kenma's eyes widen slightly in surprise, and then he chuckles softly, a rare sound that makes your heart feel a little lighter. "I guess you're right," he admits, rubbing the back of his neck. "But that just means we're in this together, right?"

You nod, the small bit of humor lifting your spirits. "Right," you agree. "Together."

a.n I had a nice bowl of udon today. my mom sent me money to bought a nice salad yesterday.

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Step by step.

Step 1. A clean space promotes a clear mind and a calm spirit — atsumu x reader

"Atsumu, I don't want to get up today," you mutter, voice barely audible from beneath your blanket cocoon.

You hear a soft sigh, and then the bed dips slightly as Atsumu sits down next to you. "I know, but ya can't keep missin' classes, babe."

His words sting a little, not because he's wrong, but because he's right. You've been skipping more and more offline classes, choosing instead to rot in bed as the weight of your depressive episode presses down on you. It feels like you're sinking deeper into the mattress, the world outside your room becoming more distant and unimportant.

Atsumu's hand finds yours under the blanket, warm and reassuring. "Come on, let's start with somethin' small. How about we clean up a bit? I know yer not feelin' it, but trust me, it'll help."

You peek out from under the blanket, eyes meeting his. There's a determination in his gaze, a stubbornness that matches your own. It's both infuriating and endearing how he refuses to let you drown in your own despair.

"I don't know, 'Tsumu… it's such a mess," you mumble, glancing around at the cluttered room. Piles of clothes, empty snack wrappers, and scattered notebooks create a chaotic landscape that mirrors the state of your mind.

"For once, I'll be the neat freak," he grins, standing up and pulling you gently with him. "We'll tackle it together, yeah? One step at a time."

Reluctantly, you let him guide you out of bed. True to his word, Atsumu dives into the mess with surprising enthusiasm. He picks up your clothes, folding them with a care you didn't know he possessed. He throws away the trash, organizes your notebooks, and even dusts off your desk. It's almost comical to see him so focused, considering how notoriously messy he usually is.

You start to help, albeit slowly. The simple act of picking up clothes and putting them away feels monumental, but Atsumu's presence makes it bearable. He chatters away, filling the silence with stories from his day, jokes, and random thoughts. It's a distraction, but a welcome one.

"See? We're gettin' there," he says, nudging you playfully. "Doesn't it feel a bit better already?"

You look around, and to your surprise, the room does look better. It's not perfect, but it's progress. More importantly, the fog in your mind seems to lift just a little, allowing a sliver of light to pierce through.

"Yeah, it does," you admit, a small smile tugging at your lips. "Thanks, 'Tsumu."

He wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. "Anytime, babe. Just remember, ya don't have to go through this alone. I'm here, and I ain't goin' anywhere."

a.n haha i really need to clean my room

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right i finished my happy vent, now the not so happy vent,,

this is just for me, i think writing this out will help me somehow.

i don't think I'm okay. I'm still breathing, I don't feel hungry, I don't feel sick, but I know I'm not taking care of myself properly.

I sleep a lot, or I don't sleep, I only eat 5 snicker bars a day as a meal, I hardly drink any water and all I do is rot in bed all day

I tell people I'm really busy with college, which i feel like i am, but im also doing so so poorly

i really tried to study and all, this is my dream afterall, to study psychology and become a psychologist one day. why do i feel so burnt out? why am i not doing any of my assignments? why am i skipping my classes because i do not feel like it? why am i late? what am i stressing about?

i still havent figured out about what has been going on with me lately. earlier today i cried for the first time since two months. i mean i still cry over movies and such but i guess this is where my breaking point was.

i was being a hassle for my team, i need to stop using my headphones because i know it fucks up my hearing and i genuinely believe i have a problem with hearing. but i guess im crying more with the fact i feel forgotten. Ive always been there, but why cant you see me? why cant you remember me?

i cant believe that was my trigger. I always know how I've never really stood out in a crowd, I've never been a social one, but it would be nice to feel remembered, seen, included for once in a bigger community besides my close friends. i cant believe i finally cried today and my skin burns, it hurts.

ah money.. i really do have a problem with spending. that i dont think i can write down because the guilt and anxiety had been eating me up as of late, keeping me awake, i hate the uneasy feeling in my stomach.

how do i reach out for help

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WAR IS OVER... TUMBLR SENT IT

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HIII MAI how are you? i miss hearing from you babes ackkkk hope all is well w u and sunarin nendo :3

- user rintoorou sending this ask from another blog XD

OK PLS TELL ME TUMBLR IS GONNA SEND THIS TIME

OKAY SO HI!! I!! MISS!! YOU!! Like so so much, I miss being on tumblr, I miss writing, I miss my mutuals, and I miss sending asks after every single aloha hawaii chapter

i have been trying to send you asks for 15 times but i guess tumblr hates me times 10 and i ended up just giving up and get swamped by college

here is a small happy update about me for the last few months :D

soo my collection had grown quite a lot wowie, i cant show them all due to the mess but i can show you a new nendo! and itss drumroll please, ladies gents and everyone else, here is the love of my life, kenma!! also thank you for your concern, suna is doing just fine and we had a pizza date together <33

next!! did you know it was miya twins birthday last week? lookie what i posted hehe, its a poo poo i didnt fit all merch here,,, and i have more otw esp i have ONE osamu merch otw.. but as you can see i prefer one other twin so this png will do LOL

first merch preorder and i got 40 orders!! they just came in today and i immediately started packing to clear up my to do list. i made an extra timeskip suna for myself bc man i want one.. i hope someday im able to send these out to my mutuals as a token of appreciation because i cherish them all despite not interacting much (oh and i also doodled on every box lol)

okay,, most important paragraph... i really really hope tumblr sends this message to you. I've been wanting to say I'm sorry for not sending you asks as of late, i guess despite tumblr being an ass ive been kind of swamped with my life :( but just know that your whole account has a special place in my heart and that you're amazing!! i hope you're taking yourself, i love you :)

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Fym bro i literally wrote allat just to tumblr fuck it up

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Me when i dieded

My moots and my favorite writers i apologize for being MIA instead of Mai I will regain my energy to reply and send asks asap once tumblr stop being an ass

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My moots and my favorite writers i apologize for being MIA instead of Mai I will regain my energy to reply and send asks asap once tumblr stop being an ass

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TESTING

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Testing

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Today I'm matching with tsumu

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Guys look at the new tsumu plushie i order i love him and his tiny butt