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I’ve been deprived of Vash fluff. Thank you 😌🫶🏻

Counting Steps (Vash the Stampede x Reader)

Summary: While traveling with Vash, you get a wound and decide to hide it from him.

A/N: Howdy! This is my first Trigun fic, please be nice hehe. This was originally written with Tri Stamp Vash in mind, but then it turned into me mixing him with 98 Vash, and so now we have this.

I'm considering making a little series about the reader and Vash because I am so whipped for this silly blonde man, the brain rot is insane. If that's something you'd be interested in lmk!

I hope you guys like it <3 ALSO this was cross-posted to my AO3

Warnings: Mild violence, mild blood/injury, fainting

Word Count: 2.5k

This was inspired by this quote from @creativepromptsforwriting: “When were you going to tell me you were bleeding? When you’re already dead?!”

98. 99. That’s another 100 steps. Start over.

You grit your teeth, clutching your side fiercely. Luckily, you are wearing black, so Vash hadn’t seen the sticky, dark stain appear. Your faithful traveling companion walks several paces ahead of you, leading the two of you to a nearby settlement. You couldn’t be that far away now, right? God, you hope not. 

You lose your footing, stumbling briefly before catching yourself. White hot pain shoots through your abdomen, and you can’t stop the hiss that slides out between your teeth. Fortunately, Vash doesn’t seem to be able to hear it over the sounds of the wind. A bead of sweat rolls down your face, and you pause, allowing yourself to pant for a moment. Not for long, though. You have to keep moving.

Counting your steps in increments of 100 has been your method of keeping yourself focused. It was a simple task, something to devote all of yourself to for the time being. If you could keep going, one step at a time, you knew you could make it to the town. 

17. 18. 19. That’s another 20.

Your mind wanders to the very situation that caused you to get an injury in the first place. What a mess today has been. 

You have been traveling with the infamous Vash the Stampede for months at this point. Shootouts and run-ins with bandits and bounty hunters made for another Tuesday. Usually, that was no problem for you guys. You knew your way around a gun and could certainly hold your own, so what the fuck happened today?

30. 31. 32.

The two of you had stopped at a small plant you’d come across while traveling in the desert, thinking it was a good chance to take a breather. Little did you know, you were walking right into a standup, with a small group of bandits robbing a family that had stopped there as well. You and Vash stepped in quickly to help, easily incapacitating the bandits. Vash’s attention readily became focused on helping out the family, noticing that the oldest child had gotten a gash on the head.

Allowing Vash to handle the damage control inside, you had stepped back outside to catch your breath. You walked over to the side of the building, leaning against it and resting in the shadow it produced. Out of the corner of your eye, though, you saw movement. Apparently, there was another person involved that had slipped away. You sprung into action, running around the building to where you’d seen the figure disappear. After that, everything happened really fast.

The man was quick, and he lunged at you with startling speed. You were able to dodge the initial thrust of his knife towards your gut, but you didn’t sidestep fast enough, feeling the blade tear a gash into your side. The adrenaline in your system helped you to ignore the pain, and you whipped around, kicking the knife out of his hand and twisting his arm behind his back. Before he knew it, you had him pinned on the ground, arms pulled uncomfortably behind his back. Drawing your small revolver from its holster, you swiftly hit the back of his head with the grip, feeling his body go limp under you. 

After he passed out, the tension left your body and you leaned back with a sigh. It was at this point that you started to feel the sharp, stinging pain radiating from your side. Glancing down with a wince, you moved your jacket aside, laying your eyes on the gash that had been so generously given to you by your friend here. Because you wore your jacket open, it looked like it had blown out of the way and been spared by the blade. So, at the very least, you wouldn’t be spending the evening sewing the jacket up. Your body was a different story, unfortunately.

It was a small, but deep, clean cut. It wasn’t anything worse than what you’ve had before. But, it would definitely need some stitches. You were almost positive you could patch this up with the first aid kit inside. 

You released your jacket, heaving yourself off the ground with some effort, applying pressure to the wound. Once on your feet, you made your way back around front, finding the entrance to the small building. 

Vash was crouched, chatting to the teary-eyed children, calming them down with a practiced ease that came from many years of experience around kids. He smiled at them, and said something that drew a giggle from the children. Their parents watched from nearby with grateful smiles, eventually pulling him into a conversation with them as well. A soft smile formed on your lips, as it often did when you saw him have these types of interactions. 

Your pain brought you back down to reality though, and you grimaced. Your eyes scanned the room for the first aid kit, and you found it lying on a small table. You quietly walked over, and immediately grabbed some gauze to hold against the wound. You sifted through the contents, searching for the thread, knowing you definitely had some. It wasn’t until you remembered that one of the kids had gotten a cut to the head that you turned around, seeing the last of your thread stitched up in a wound already. Vash might be holding onto some more, but even if he were, it likely wouldn’t be enough. 

Well. Shit.

You faced away from everyone again, trying to think of what to do. You were less than half a day’s walk from the next town. You didn’t have any supplies other than some gauze that would help. Telling Vash would worry him, and he’d definitely want to carry you the rest of the way, even though you knew his prosthetic had been causing him soreness recently. 

You were just gonna have to suck it up and walk. You stuffed gauze into your pockets as discreetly as you could, before hearing your name called from behind you softly. You turned your head to the side, heart skipping a beat at seeing those gorgeous blue eyes gazing at you.

“Everything okay?” he asked quietly, concern creasing his brow. You wanted to reach out and smooth your fingers over it, not wanting him to worry about anything. 

Instead, you gave him a convincing smile. “Yeah. I found another guy outside. We should probably tie him up with the others before leaving.” The person running the plant assured you both that they would be fine while they waited for authorities to arrive to take the men away. You made sure your body was angled to where he couldn’t see your bloody hand or the gauze. 

He raised his eyebrows, surprised to have missed one, but ultimately nodded, letting you know he’d take care of it. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, Mayfly. I’m getting sloppy!” he joked, and you’d giggled in reply, heart fluttering every time he called that. It was just friendly, of course. Because that’s all you were - friends.

That’s another 60 steps. Or was it 70?

You jam your eyes shut, breathing through the worsening pain. You sigh defeatedly. You ran out of gauze an hour ago. The bleeding has slowed, but not fully stopped. Not with all of the pulling from walking. At least the sun is starting to go down, giving you a break from this damned heat. 

You look up, seeing Vash’s back ahead, his red coat blowing gently in the wind. The distance is getting greater between the two of you. You’re starting to regret not filling him in about your situation. After noticing your silence not long into the walk, he’d asked once more if everything was all right. You smiled, told him you were fine, and that you’d tell him later tonight. He accepted that begrudgingly, giving you a Look, but had ultimately given you space.

You stop walking, your breathing uneven and heavy. Your vision wasn’t quite right either… had you really lost that much blood? The chill settling into your bones screams ‘yes’ at you. Vash is getting too far away. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

You feel your body trembling, and you close your eyes, a dull ringing in your ears beginning. Your grip on the gauze pressed into your side is getting looser, but you’re starting to care less. It’s not like it’s working anyway.

You are startled out of your thoughts by the feeling of hands gripping your upper arms. You gasp, opening your eyes, struggling to get them to focus for a moment. Once they do, you see Vash in front of you. His mouth is moving, and he looks worried. Oh. They’re his hands, you note, glancing at his arms. 

The ringing in your ears subsides enough that you can hear his voice again. He’s calling your name.

“…you okay? What’s wrong?” He asks, searching your eyes.

“Huh?” You manage eloquently.

He sighs, closing his eyes, but he doesn’t let go of you. “You’ll be the death of me, Mayfly. What’s wrong?” He asks. “I know you said you’d tell me later, and, well, it’s technically later now, so…” he trails off, but his words have an expectant tone to them. This doesn’t really seem to be something he wants to budge on.

Not that you’re planning on withholding what’s happening at this point. You are almost certain you’ll pass out here soon. 

“Um…” you start, averting your gaze. Finally, he seems to notice the way you’re holding yourself. Specifically, the placement of your arm, tucked into your jacket. His expression shifts into something more knowing, and he seems to have caught on. 

He gently reaches down to pull your hand away so he can take a look, but as he does so, your knees buckle and you start a hard fall to the sandy ground. You shut your eyes, waiting for the impact that never comes, as you are wrapped up in a pair of strong arms before falling very far.

You are slowly lowered the rest of the way, and find yourself resting against Vash’s chest on the ground. He’s muttering something under his breath, and you’re murmuring an apology. He pulls your jacket back, sucking in a sharp breath when he sees the bloodied gauze.

“When were you going to tell me you’re bleeding? Once you were already dead?!” He asks, and yeah, you probably deserve that. He’s peeling back the gauze gingerly, scrutinizing the wound, concern etched into his gorgeous face. He’s talking, likely scolding you, but that annoying ringing in your ears is back, so you can’t hear him. You should not be thinking about how pretty he looks right now, but your vision is turning black and you don’t really care anymore. His head turns to face you, his eyes widening. There’s something in his expression you can’t quite identify.

 But everything feels heavy, and you are very tired. You slump into his chest, closing your eyes. 

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The next thing you know, you are lying in an uncomfortable bed, tucked into itchy, white sheets. You groan, taking in how dry your mouth is and how bad your side hurts. 

Oh yeah.

You open your eyes, sitting up with a gasp. You blink hard to clear your vision, but curl into yourself as pain shoots through your abdomen. You feel a set of familiar hands take you by the shoulders.

“Woah! Take it easy! Just take a deep breath for me, okay?”

You feel one of the hands move from your shoulder to rub your back soothingly, and you look up. Those beautiful blue eyes meet yours, relief flooding his features. Vash murmurs your name with a relieved smile.

“There you are. Are you okay?” He asks softly, gently pushing you to lay back down. You put up no resistance.

“Yeah, just a bit sore,” you manage, glancing down to your wound. You move your hand to touch it, applying pressure experimentally, but he moves your hand away, holding onto it instead. Like a worried friend, you remind yourself. You take a moment to glance around the clinical-looking room, and think you already know the answer, but ask anyway. “Where are we?”

His thumb moves slowly across your knuckles, just like a friend would do. In a friendly way. “The local clinic. We weren’t very far out of town when you passed out. I just brought you here right away. That was last night.” His expression shifts from soft to scolding, and he runs his other hand through his blonde hair. “You nearly gave me a heart attack! Don’t do that again!”

You offer a small, apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, Vash. We’d used the last of the thread for stitches on one of the children, and I thought I could tough it out.”

He stares at you, and you wilt a bit at his hurt expression. “Why wouldn’t you tell me though? We may not have been able to stitch you up right away, but I could have-“

“Carried me into town?” You finish, and he nods. You reach up, gingerly touching his prosthetic arm. His eyes widen slightly, not expecting your touch. “I know your arm has been bothering you lately, and I didn’t want to make it worse.”

His expression softens endearingly once more at your reasoning, the look he’s giving you making you fall in love with him all over again. 

“Oh, Mayfly,” he murmurs, “let me decide what I can handle, okay? It wouldn’t have been so bad.”

You understand, but you also frown a bit at his words, raising an eyebrow at him. “But who looks after you? You have and would push yourself past every limit you have for the sake of someone else.” 

He sighs, but doesn’t deny what you say, either. “How about we work on compromising a bit? We’ll look after each other, and make sure we aren’t pushing ourselves too hard.”

You try to level him with a stare, but end up relenting with a sigh and a smile. “Fine.”

He smiles back at you, mirroring your tone. “Fine.” 

There’s a beat of silence, and it seems like something comes to his mind at that moment. His smile becomes something more like a smirk, and you regard him suspiciously. 

“What,” you deadpan, somewhat dreading whatever he has to say.

He props his elbows on your bed, resting his chin on his hands, leaning forward. 

“Nothing! I’m just flattered,” he replies, and you really, really don’t like the mischievous glint in his eyes.

“By…?” You ask, narrowing your eyes.

“I didn’t know you thought I was pretty.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes. Of course you do. But you’d never just say that.

“Yeah, right.”

“No really! You said so yourself! Remember? Something like, ‘I should not be thinking about how pretty you look-’”

You choke, blushing furiously. Oh my god. Right before you passed out. You must’ve accidentally said that out loud, delirious.

 “I-I did not!” You sputter back, but you know it’s futile. He’s laughing too hard. You hate it, but even now, as he is laughing at you, you can’t help but love the sound of it. You’d do just about anything to keep him laughing and smiling like this.

He pokes your cheek, his laugh dying down. “For the record, I think you’re pretty too. ‘Specially when you’re blushing like this.”

Holy. Shit. 

Never mind. You wish you had bled out.

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This is so cute 🥺💜

Relationship with shinso hcs

Hi angel! Thank you for requesting im very honored to be your first ask! Im a bit of an idiot and accidentally posted the ask alone but i was smart enough to take a picture lol. This is my first shinso request so thank you! Its a little short but I hope you like it<3

English is not my first language so im sorry for any mistakes<3

Cw. Cursing, shin calls you angel. Mans is sleep deprived give him some kisses. FLUFF. GN!reader

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♡ Shinso loves cuddling! He wants to cuddle all day. It’s also the easiest way to bring him to sleep

-♡ he can only fall asleep if 1 you’re cuddling him and 2 you’re stroking your hand through his hair

-♡ please give this man a massage. The moment you put even slight pressure on his back or shoulders he lets out the loudest groan. He needs it

-♡ you two have lots and lots of nighttime dates! Shinso loves driving at night and just listen to some music while the car is filled with blankets and pillows and snacks

-♡ nap dates are also a thing in this relationship. Just playing a bunch of video games and watching a few movies till you both fall asleep all cozy and cuddled up

-♡ Speaking of video games, he loves to play with you. Doesn’t matter if you’re good at it or not and it doesn’t matter what game it is. It could be an animal crossing game if you want to! he doesn’t care he just wants to play with you

-♡ he also turns to videogames when he can’t sleep so now if you ever wake up at night you can play with him!

-♡he truly is the living embodiment of “don’t talk to me before my morning coffee” not because he gets snappy but he’s just way too drowsy to actually understand a word you’re saying.

-♡ also please watch this man’s coffee intake. If it was up to him he would be drinking it every hour

-♡ he loves holding hands. He loves physical affection in general but hand holding *sobs*. He can hold you close while still giving you enough space, he can rub circles on your hand to give you some comfort. He can squeeze your hand to ground him. He can KISS your hand like the gentleman he is! What’s not to love

-♡Speaking of kisses, He NEEDS a little smooch to go with his morning coffee and before he goes to bed. He will get whiny as fuck if you don’t give them

-♡ he’s good at giving you compliments but gets really shy when you do it back and mostly he just brushes it off, but deep down he does like them. Give him compliments he deserves them

-♡ half of your gallery is filled with just pictures of him lol. Some of them are actual art pieces and some of them are blurry photos when you tried to be sneaky

-♡ he’s your background picture and he was very surprised to see that when you asked him to get your phone

“I’m your background,angel?

”..of course you are! you’re beautiful, it gets me through the day you know.

-♡ He lets out a little chuckle but on the inside he’s melting. You are just so cute ( ｡>﹏<｡)

-♡ this man has so many pillows? For someone who doesn’t sleep, he sure likes them.

“….”

“What?

"Why do you have so many pillows?

”They’re comfortable

“…you don’t even sleep

”But I can cuddle with them"

“So your pillows are plushies?

��Yeah :D

-♡ get this man a normal plushie I beg. But also you could give him a fluffy pillow as a gift and he would be happy lol

-♡ you two definitely have some couples bracelets with both of your initials on it. You have one in purple and he has one in your favorite color

-♡ your relationship with shinso is very fun and loving and he truly is the happiest he’s ever been with you<3

Thank you for reading angels<3 please take care of yourself and drink some water

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So guys…Anime will be on Obey Me! Official YouTube channel so you don’t need to worry about where to watch the Anime.

and here is link to the first episode (it’s not out yet)

https://youtu.be/ApCzUcs7sUU

Also warning that players with VIP will see episode 1 a lot sooner than normal players. I think VIP users will be able to see episode 1 one week earlier.

So PLEASE VIP USERS USE SOME TAG FOR ANIME SPOILERS because i think some people doesn’t like spoilers.

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☺︎︎ 𝙺𝙴𝙽𝙼𝙰 𝙺𝙾𝚉𝚄𝙼𝙴 𝙸𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚂 ☺︎︎

➳ 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚒𝚏 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚍 ⋰ 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝

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Cute! <3

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^^^

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Don't take shit from people who act like shit. You're writing is so damn amazing. Know your worth!! You are so talented!

please write something other than your oc content

Ooof. Okay. This legitimately hurt my feelings.

I understand not wanting to read oc content, and I know a lot of people follow me for non oc content.

But again, this hurt my feelings.

Feel free to block the tag if it has been a bother to you.

I have enjoyed my short spell of oc content, but I’m under the impression it’s not worth posting if I get this kind of reaction.

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Stay safe!!!

So I just got this message literally few minutes ago

And if YOU get this message in the future DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE CLINK ON THE LINK I FUCKING SWEAR TO GOD I WILL CUT YOUR HANDS OFF

A warning to all of my followers there no such a thing as @exposingthoselosers I just thought any form of information is good and can protect my followers from getting their phone or any other devices hacked if you’re connect to the wifi they might hack all of the devices connected.

DO NOT FUCKING CLICK ON ANU LINK YOU GET NOT EVEN FROM UR FRIENDS ON TUMBLR BECAUSE THEY COULD GET HACKED 👀

Pls share this awareness ⚠

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AW so close! I dont use "-" enough so I wasnt sure where that was on the keyboard and went to the wrong special characters list ^^'

Anyways, I tag @valkyrie-1369 @r0r4y @a-cup-of-nightshade and @ryrytheclod

Have fun!!💕

And thanks for the tag!!

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Type your username with your eyes closed and tag 4 people

I’ll go first:

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Aww you're so sweet! I'm tagging you back!! @unicornsatemytakoyaki 💕💕

If you receive this you make somebody happy. Go and send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get back even better. 💞❤️💞❤️

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I know I haven’t talked with some of y’all that much but I’m just going ham with the tags here, don’t mind me- (〃ω〃)

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"Will?" Bold of you to assume I'm not already in flames from just this announcement..

This fandom will fucking burn…

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👏👏👏

HotdemonmenHotdemonmenHotdemonmen

These drawings seriously make me feel better though about not getting cards. Also heyyy! No wet suit for Luci!

*INHALES* SOLMARE WON’T GIVE ME DEMON BEACH BOIS SO I DREW THEM MYSELF

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Aweee! This is so cute! 💗

A kiss on the top of the head with Beel for @marimo-punk

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Homework. Tasks. Books. Papers and pages and pens covered the common room table in disarray, with many more to follow. Catching up on schoolwork was difficult on its own in the human world, and nearly impossible within the dorms fillwed with seven demons in the Devildom. 

Half of the books were simply ones Satan suggested you read, tossed into the pile of ones needed for class. You hadn’t yet sorted out the two. A receipt or a not so nicely worded letter addressed to Mammon and his debts occasionally fluttered out from the stack of worksheets and you worked on formulating a gentle, but firm, reminder to the demon that hiding from his problems wouldn’t make them go away alongside plotting your history essay. Moat puzzling of all, was the tube of hand lotion you pulled out of your satchel instead of another pen. 

You tossed the hand lotion onto the mess on the table and pulled out stick of lip gloss. You groaned Asmo’s name under your breath and tried again. How many times had you told him that your school bag wasn’t extra space for his things? 

You turned back to your work, a pen finally in hand and willed your headache away, and brushed the crumbs from off your next assignment. 

You paused. Crumbs?

“What are you doing?”

You jumped, half a curse past your lips before you could clamp your mouth shut on a scream. You pressed a hand over your chest to ensure your heart was still beating where it was supposed to. 

“What are you doing, Beel?” you asked. 

Beel swallowed a mouthful of…something. His hand looked like it was stuffed in a bag of chips. You hoped it was only chips. “Eating.”

“I shouldn’t have asked,” you sigh. You leaned back against the couch and find yourself half propped up by Beel. He’d sunk into the cushion besides you while you were absorbed in your work. His warmth felt next against your side and you made yourself comfortable. “I’m trying to do this week’s homework, but trying to learn so much at once is giving me a headache.”

Beel hummed and another round of crumbs descended upon the table. The empty of, hopefully, only chips was tossed onto the floor. You kicked it away with a thin frown and clenched your jaw when another bag opened. You hadn’t been looking for a distraction. That was the point of doing your work out in the open rather than holed up in your room. A locked door was like an invitation to the brothers - at least if they knew where you were they wouldn’t blow up your phone and then force you to learn how to spackle a wall again. 

But you couldn’t find yourself able to move away from Beel. In fact, you found yourself leaning against him further and into his warmth. Maybe, you told yourself, a break would be more efficient rather than forcing your way through everything.

“Imagine if we had to go to human school,” Beel said. “We’d have to learn everything instead. It would be hard.”

“It wouldn’t be that hard. No one really starts history class with the beginning of the universe,” you snorted. “You know, there is one human world thing I could teach you know if you want.”

“What is it?”

You laughed when he put down his snack to look at you. “In the human world, there’s a custom that if someone gets hurt, you can kiss it better.”

He lifted a brow. “I didn’t know the human world had magic.”

“It’s not really magic, especially since it doesn’t heal anything, but it does make people feel better.”

“Oh, okay.” Beel leaned forward and you could feel the trim of his sweatshirt tickle your neck as he pressed a quick to the top of your head. “Better?”

“I don’t know. It’s a big headache. It might take two.”

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Beel do be lookin mighty fine tho..

I-

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This is gorgeous!! I absolutely love it!

Lucifer needs some hugs and a nap.

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Hehehe I got bingo!

Sorry, I don't trust Belphie tho

Thanks for the tag!! 💕💗

Reblog or repost this with your results!! Make sure to tag your friends too!!

(Psst. Y’all gotta mark Free Space lmao)

Edit: realizes days later that the second one says ‘updates’ instead of ‘undates’ 🤡 don’t you love autocorrect🤡🤡

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You're such a sweetheart and deserve all of that love!!! 💖💞

I never thought that I would reach this far

Thank you everyone who decided to follow me 🥺💕 I’m a shmol blog so I really get happy when people notice all the weird shit I post, I’m thankful you put up with the memes and to those who read my au/headcanons:

I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH (≧∀≦)♡

You guys are the reason why I write and you make me so happy, and of course I have to give a quick shoutout to @rinnes-journal because she’s the absolute best.

I hope you keep on supporting me because you all make me so damn happy and I never thought people would care about my blog so I’m really happy even if I’m just a small blog 😞💓

Now I’m just being emotional and ranting

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Where can I get one?

They look adorable! 👏💕

The keychains are here!

It looked so nice and pretty QwQ