If/when you and your F/O(s) move in together, what does yalls wardrobe look like? Do you have separate spaces for yalls clothes? Or does it slowly become mixed together? Does one get caught snuggling the others jacket or shirt maybe?
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it can be important to not only have f/os who are people, but f/os which are places. i don't mean f/o in a romantic sense (although you're valid to feel that way), but in a home sense. i call them home f/os. i think everyone should have a fictional space they love and enjoy where they can escape to without only having a character attached. this can be a whole fictional community you feel at home with, or simply the physicality of a setting that you just love. you can have f/os from this media or none at all. having a personal fictional area that invokes the sense of safety, comfort and being at home gives you the opportunity to step away from reality and feel sheltered and enveloped in a different way that character f/os don't. i feel many people have home f/os without realizing it, but if you don't, think about it! where's your home away from home, in another reality?
pr*ship/neutral please dni
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just always picture me holding up a big sign that says something like AND THE LOVE WAS THERE. AND DID IT CHANGE ANYTHING AT ALL?
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"Never seen those guys around here before, how odd..."
Yayyyy I finally drew One Pieces Panchi for the first time in ages :> for those wondering when this takes place, it takes place in Mock Town before my s/i joins in. Panchi has lived in Mock Town for quite a while so they know the usual people pirates that walk by and Luffy's crew immediately catches their attention!
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Melanie King s3 alternative ending
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Ghost note my ghost note....! If you liked this post, and you are not a bot/glitch, shoot me a DM or ask!!! I cannot see you lol.
I don't know enough about tumblr's modern hiccups to know what causes this..... iiiif you're blocked by me, make a throwaway account and tell me so I can unblock you lmaoooo. I've blocked for silly reasons before!!! I'm sure I don't mind!!!
DOING THIS AGAIN. Interact with this post if you want to do a low-effort selfship art trade!!!!!! I WILL draw you and your f/o on lined paper with a ballpoint pen if you like this post as long as you promise not to put any further effort into drawing me and mine. And we WILL have a blast doing it. Let's GOOOOOO
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DOING THIS AGAIN. Interact with this post if you want to do a low-effort selfship art trade!!!!!! I WILL draw you and your f/o on lined paper with a ballpoint pen if you like this post as long as you promise not to put any further effort into drawing me and mine. And we WILL have a blast doing it. Let's GOOOOOO
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six years, can you believe it? i can't believe i've done this to myself again. how have i ended up with two supersonas. how many more will i acquire. time can only tell.
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self ship ask game: pre relationship!
❤️ how did they meet? was it love at first sight, immediate enemies, or something in between?
🧡 how do they become friends? do they ask up front or is it a gradual realization?
💛 what are their favorite activities to do together? or what do they usually do when they spend time together?
💚 do they both realize they have a crush early on, or does it take them forever to realize?
🩵 do they both act different once they realize they’re falling for the other? maybe stuttering or fidgeting or daydreaming more often?
💙 do they pine and yearn for each other quietly, or can they not stop talking about the other to their friends/family?
💜 how do they confess? is it a grand gesture or in a more mundane moment?
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Apparently never posted the Nobuteru Yuki style Diathesterius on this account... 💞 Still very fond of this 😭
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“So…are you a girl, or…”
They throw up their hands, exasperated. “Sometimes, sure!”
“Okay, but like—“ You try to follow them when they turn to walk away. “What do you mean by sometimes?”
“It depends!”
“On what?”
They come to a sudden stop, right in the doorway, and brace their arm against the doorframe. It clotheslines you, your chest bumping against it. “Well,” they say. “You asking, actually. Every time you ask— you specifically— a computer in a warehouse in the desert generates a random number. And if the value ends in a 0, 3, or 8, it sends a message to the chip in my brain that I’m currently girl-adjacent.”
You run a hand through your hair on reflex. “That sounds complicated,” you say, flatly. “You know, I almost get the feeling that you’re making fun of me.”
And then they laugh, and it’s enough to make you feel woozy even if they didn’t clap you on the shoulder a second later. “I am making fun of you,” they say, “but it’s not a crazy unreasonable question. Real answer: don’t worry about it. Check in every once in a while if you’re curious, and trust me to let you know. Sound good?”
You nod, like that was the most reasonable thing you’ve heard.
“Oh, but— if we’re really getting into it, just watch what you call me around who, yeah?”
“What?”
“Like, take cues from me, or ask beforehand, because like— it can get really weird around the wrong person. Like, if they don’t know.”
“Oh, okay, so just— wait, but—“
“In fact— don’t talk to me around anyone else, period, okay? Just to keep things simple. You shouldn’t really need to, anyway.”
“Don’t talk about you,” you repeat.
Their hand is still on your shoulder. It slips off to punch you in the arm. “See? Third-person problems. Easy.”
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