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it's become official!!! hit ur rb buttons guys!!!
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darkgardenwhisper · 16 days
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Hehe, officially married🩶🤍
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cinderellahoneymoon · 6 months
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im being so fucking for real and i need you guys to boost and reblog this you nonblack selfshippers have got to stop using "simp." you have to. its african american vernacular english (aave) which in colloquial terms means its not for you to use. in a space already hostile towards shippers of color, youre just making it more inhospitable to black selfshippers by appropriating our language. say youre crushing. say youre obsessed. say youre head over heels, say youre a sucker, say youre infatuated, just stop saying simp. for the love of god
{nonblack shippers [even other shippers of color] i do NOT want to hear your opinion on this post or hear about how you "didnt know" or are "changing it right now." just be an ally and LISTEN instead of needing to add your piece.}
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moving-to-dreamwinged · 5 months
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callme-alaska · 3 months
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across-every-universe · 6 months
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just thinking about height/size difference things with f/os:
☀️ the shorter one jogging/skipping every once in a while to keep up when the taller one is trying to get somewhere fast
🌙 bonus: the taller one thinking this is adorable and walking too fast on purpose
☀️resting their chin on top of the other one’s head during a hug, or if the height difference is big enough, using their head as an arm rest
🌙 that thing where the taller one scoops the other up into a kiss/hug by the waist and practically picks them up and leans them both over
☀️ COMPARING YOUR HANDSSSSS especially during that flirty almost-dating stage
🌙 one of them cups the other’s face and their whole cheek fits in the palm of their hand
☀️ the shorter one slotting perfectly into the taller one’s side, under their arm
🌙 BEAR. HUGS. BEAR HUGS.
Bonus round: Do any of you have an f/o who’s inhumanly large (or small)? What sort of dynamics does that create?
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stoneshipper · 1 month
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when I first started self-shipping: maybe this character would like me back. we’re sorta dating. oh, and maybe I’d be friends with this character? they might find me annoying…
me now: this character would always have my back. we’re friends until the end of the line. multiple characters have unrequited crushes on me. my f/o has dedication to me like no one’s seen before. we’re madly in love. we’re best friends. we’re soulmates. it’s even deeper than that.
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espresso-ships · 1 month
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Self ship games!
I really wanted to do a f/o community game, so here it is! :D
Feel free to use this one, and tag me if you do! I'd love to see all of your ships <3
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English isn't my main langugage so lmk if I spelled something wrong so I can fix it! :)
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iken · 2 months
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imagine your f/o dreaming of you— they wake up in a cold sweat because of how realistic it felt. their heart is beating so fast and trying to maintain their breaths isn’t enough to calm them down. your f/o’s cheeks are flushed at the sole thought of you being so close to them, them being able to finally hold you.
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selfship-wormie · 1 month
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imagine your F/O being very protective over you, like someone gives them bad vibes so they pull you to the side or get between you two to subtly make sure you're safe and okay ( ˊᵕˋ )♡.°⑅
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shifus-real-soulmate · 3 months
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please??
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dogflowerz-self-ships · 2 months
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polyam selfshippers.. imagine this as your polycule
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psykopaths · 1 month
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Could be us, but we don't know each other yet.
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l0v3sickl0s3r · 2 months
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type in “my f/o is so” and then let ur keyboard finish it. have fun! <3
proship dni >:[
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roseyjustice · 3 months
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Baal was cradling the Lamb's bell between their paws, moving it back and forth to hear it's soft ting ting. The kits studied the lamb with twin stares brimming with curiosity.
Narinder felt his breath catch in his chest. 
“I found them in Anura,'' The Lamb explained, a worry furrow to their brows. Narinder felt their nervousness. Saw it in the way they shifted their arms, hiking Aym higher on their back and pulling Baal closer to their chest. 
He placed a calming paw on their back, noting the protective tension running along their spine. They felt as if they were attempting to shield the twins away from everything with just their body. 
I had a fic idea and immediately needed to doodle it + do a quick excerpt.
I miiight finish it eventually but rn I am holding Aym and Baal very close ;;
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across-every-universe · 2 months
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You’re lying curled up on the couch, head tucked in by their legs where they sit reading a book. Their hand comes to rest on your back, fingers slowly tracing patterns, back and forth. Your whole body relaxes as your mind calms, and the world narrows down to two things: their presence just above your head, and the distant soft static of sleep.
It’s safe here, with them. Safe in a way you never imagined you’d feel. Safe in a way you never found in the lonely uncertainty of falling asleep in an empty apartment. Beyond their steady hand on your back, beyond the sleepy heaviness deep behind your eyes, a thought floats into your head: do they even know? Do they know what even a simple moment like this can mean to you?
“I love you,” you mumble, just audible in the quiet afternoon.
“Love you too,” they respond, tapping a finger on the tip of your nose. “Now go to sleep, I can tell you need it.”
That’s not what I meant, your half-asleep mind protests. “No, I love you, like really love you,” you murmur again. “I’m yours — my heart is.”
They smile, finding your tired insistence adorable. “I know, love,” they reply. “And it’s perfectly safe with me, because I’m keeping it.” There’s a pause as they sigh, relaxing. “Now, sleep,” they insist softly.
Satisfied, you drift off into dreams. “You mean a lot to me too,” is the last, whispered thing you hear.
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