"It's so sweet, knowing that you love me."

Jeka/Mars/Mimi | 23 yrs old | She/him

[cold-quartz]

Hi! Welcome to my selfship sideblog. Please call me Jeka, Mars, Violet, or Minerva/Mimi. I have a plethora of other names, but these are my mains right now.

☆ 23 years old. ☆ She/him. ☆ Namefluid. ☆ Selfshipper. ☆ Music lover. ☆ Enerjeka guy kin. ☆ I interact from: @enerjekafreak

Main F/O information:

For my F/Os that have no canon names, I have made my own headcanon names for them.

I am iffy about sharing Coat Guy (Evgeny/Eugene), Enerjeka addict (Feliks), Rockstar/Greyscale guy (Zinoviy), and Tattooed woman (Katya).

— Sometimes I am okay with doubles and sharing, but most times I feel uncomfortable with it. Please be aware of that if you also romantically selfship with them.

— If you have tags of your selfship with them for me to filter, please let me know.

For my full list of F/Os click here.

For my selfship tags click here.

• Chain divider credit at the top of this post goes to: purefantasia

• Proshippers dni.

• 'Purple crosses' banners by: pixopix

[cold-quartz]

Art by @thomaszzen :)

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[w1reface]

I think he's nervous~ ❤️

c: @campactna — thank you for the lovely commission!

tag list: @lynxastel, @aurora-rose-astel, @kinitospet, @enerjekafreak, @emberheroships, @mrs-goemio, @irondefendersart, @batmanshusband

[cold-quartz]

I feel so sentimental and lovey-dovey for my wonderful Eugene.

I've been thinking about him a lot. I love him so much. He's helped me through some difficult times and I am so grateful I found him.

[sharpenedhatchets]

Your f/os are very happy with your body the way it is. They love how you look and how it feels to hug and hold you!

Doubles may interact (check pinned) 🖤 Pro/darkship DNI

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[cold-quartz]

The rest of the keychain stuff arrived today, so I was able to finish my Katya keychain!

[boundbyfangs]

You're a part time lover and a full time friend The monkey on your back is the latest trend I don't see what anyone can see In anyone else but you

Amazing amazing comm I got from @chryzure !! I am obsessed with it. Go check out their vgen; they're running a 25% off sale till the 27th! Divider credit.

Tag list!

@clancykisser // @nulli-cat // @violetsareblue-selfships // @jinx-xoxo // @iwishihadfangs-ships // @songbirdandstars // @xxvertigoxx // @arickaandherfictionalothers // @emberheroships // @dudeshusband// @woodsy-selfships // @rika-kun // @hybridsheart // @faulix // @kruxband // @droidkisser // @fleabit // @bluechickenfarm // @batselfshipinsane // @silverselfshippingchaos // @coryphaeus-of-god // @batmanshusband // @lovernya // @choking-hazarddd // @sarahloveskat // @retrojem // @butchcena // @its-just-hungry // @mrs-goemio // @bloodphiliaz

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[boundbyfangs]

The sudden, warm press of Damon's lips against her cheek caught Kit completely off guard, quickly melting her initial surprise into a soft smile. "Warn a girl next time, Salvatore." She teased. "And ruin the element of surprise? Never."

WONDERFUL AMAZING ANIMATED YCH I GOT FROM @clancykisser!! Go get one of your own here! Divider credit.

Tag list!

@clancykisser // @nulli-cat // @violetsareblue-selfships // @jinx-xoxo // @iwishihadfangs-ships // @songbirdandstars // @xxvertigoxx // @arickaandherfictionalothers // @emberheroships // @dudeshusband// @woodsy-selfships // @rika-kun // @hybridsheart // @faulix // @kruxband // @droidkisser // / @fleabit // @bluechickenfarm // @batselfshipinsane // @silverselfshippingchaos // @coryphaeus-of-god // @batmanshusband // @lovernya // @choking-hazarddd // @sarahloveskat // @retrojem // @butchcena // @its-just-hungry // @mrs-goemio // @bloodphiliaz

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[enerjekafreak]

I changed a few things about this art, and wanted to share it!

Tag list! @ender-girl-13 , @nathyr699 , @aprillilypegasi , @erikslover , @mrs-goemio , @w1reface , @mia-ships , @murdocs-sunshine666 .

[boundbyfangs]

selfshipping while having depression really is like this

[bunny-lovers]

Your f/o loves you unconditionally:

Your appearance is a bonus, not the reason they're with you! Every last part of you feels like it was sculpted specifically to amaze and enamour your f/o, from the shape of your body to every single eyelash shielding your eyes, it's like you were made for them.

It's okay to make mistakes! Life doesn't come with instructions and everyone's bound to mess up sometimes, from small bumps along the road to grueling moments that feel like the end of the line, your f/o will stick by you through all of it.

Your boundaries have value and meaning to your f/o! If you ever tell them no, then that's that, they won't wait until you give in or keep asking after you've made yourself clear. They respect your autonomy and your decisions about your own limits and comfort.

Your interests just add to your charm! They're always happy to listen to you talk about your hobbies, favorite media and about anything that gets you excited and happy! There's no such a thing as a "dumb" or "cringe" interest to your f/o, if it makes you happy it's worth talking and listening about.

There's no unspoken expectations or checklists that your f/o wants you to adhere! You don't have to have a certain appearance, you don't have to force yourself to go through with certain acts, sexual or not, if you don't feel like it. Your f/o is content with whatever you're willing to give them, because it's more than they could ever ask for.

You never have to pretend to be someone or something else for your f/o to care about you! Your own quirks, behaviors and personality are all reasons your f/o loves you to begin with! They couldn't even imagine being with anyone else, so there's absolutely no need to try to make yourself into someone different, because their heart belongs to you, as you are.

You don't have to force your limits and/or boundaries to keep your f/o happy! Even if they're the type to playfully pester you, they'll understand when you firmly stand your ground. They respect you as an equal and a partner.

All your f/o could ever want is you, exactly as you are. No matter how you may view yourself, all the things you consider positive about yourself and all the negatives, to your f/o they're all flawless and priceless. They love you, body, soul, spirit and all that's in-between!

proship/darkship/netural DNI

[dietranch]

embarrassed

[i-love-my-blorbo-polls]

Does your Blorbo have a hat. Just like a specific hat that they wear around (or, if its a podcast or a book, do you imagine them with one)

Does your blorbo wear a hat?

Yes

No

Grilled cheese (idk/nuance/results)

Voting ended onMay 25

[cemeteryheadlights]

♱ It Takes A Dedicated Hand ♱

You accidentally break one of Evan's bowls and immediately expect the worst - however, you have the world's biggest lover as your boyfriend.

Cast > Evan Myers, Reader

TV-PG - Profanity, fluff

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Yall I'm gonna be honest I wrote this at 11:50 something last night and I cannot bring myself to reread this rn

You and Evan were hanging out in the kitchen, being silly and making Pancakes for breakfast.

It was great - such a serene, domestic scene. It felt soft and smelled like warm butter - who wouldn't wanna spend a sleepy morning giggling softly with their lover?

Until it wasn't, of course.

Evan asked you to get the bowl of eggs from the fridge so he could make more batter - simple. You hopped off the counter to get them out, pulling them from their place and returning to the counter.

You started to do a dramatic little spin before handing them over, mimicking a drum roll - and then you slipped half way through, dropping the glass dish of eggs, sending glass shattering across the tiled floor and yolks blending into a streaky mess.

Your heart stopped, freezing in your chest.

It took a good few seconds to snap back to reality, Evan already holding his arms out and snapping at you to not move. Tears already formed in your eyes as he hurried out of the room.

Goddamn it - who knows when he got that bowl, or where. What if it was something special? Or expensive? Not to mention the mess. All because you wanted to be silly. And now, standing in the middle of the debris, you just felt stupid.

Standing around wasn't gonna do anything, and you had to make up for this. So you began to tiptoe through the glass and egg yolks.

"Fucking- stay still!" Evan snapped, reentering the kitchen with a broom in hand. "There's glass everywhere and you're barefoot, the hell are you doing? I said stay."

You brought your arms up, wrapping them around yourself. "I was just... gonna wipe it up...?"

Evan was already shoveling as much of the runny mess as he could into the dust pan.

Your mess.

Now you felt extra bad.

"Give me the broom - I can do that." You sighed, reaching out for it. Evan just smacked your hand away.

"How were you gonna clean up? With napkins? I was already getting the broom." He laughed, dumping the dust pan into the trash and going back to scoop up some more.

"I mean..." You shrugged softly, forcing the words out through your dry throat. "...yeah."

"You're fuckin' stupid." He snorted in response.

Your gaze hit the ground, failing miserably at stopping the tears from streaking down your face. You already felt that way, and certainly didn't need him to tell you that. Even though deep down you knew that wasn't true - it still stung. And eventually those kinds of things crawl under your skin like a disease, eating away little bits of you. You know it's just a scratch, but it hurt.

Numbly, you brought a hand to your face to try and wipe away the tears, but it's didn't really matter. They were collecting along your jaw and running down your chin by now, whole face wet in the span of a few moments.

"Hey, woah woah woah-" Evan interrupted your thoughts, looking up at you from his position crouched on the floor. He seemed a little panicked. "You're crying? Why are you crying? Oh god - are you hurt?"

You shook your head, sniffling.

Evan dropped the broom and dust pan, quickly making his way over to you. He wrapped you up in his big arms, rubbing your back as he gazed at you, checking you over.

His gaze travelled over your body before reuturning to your face, blue eyes wide. "Then why you cryin'?" He murmured softly. In this moment, it was hard to doubt this man was capable of anything but loving you.

You just shrugged, tense in his grip. There was nothing you could bring yourself to say or do - not without crying harder. Your throat tightened from the effort of holding it all back.

But this is Evan we're talking about - there's no need to panic or be afraid. And hell, that just made it all feel worse. So dramatic. That part especially - no matter how much it hurt, there was nothing to shut up that voice that screamed at you, telling you that you're just a dramatic kid all over again.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, softening up with an understanding sigh. "You know it's just a bowl, right, Sweets?" He murmured before turning to press a kiss to your cheek this time.

"But it's *your* bowl. And I broke it like a dumbass." You nearly choked on the words getting them out

Evan shook his head, pulling you tigher into his chest. "Its just a goddamn bowl - I was scared you got hurt n shit. The bowl can break, but not you."

You leaned into his chest, finally wrapping your arms around him. He squeezed back with rib-crushing strength. His warmth soothed the ache in your chest, easing your worries.

"Jesus- the fucking house can burn down for all I care, so long as you aren't in it." He chuckled, resting his chin on your head.

It was nice, how safe and loved he made you feel. How he noticed and didn't force you to panickedly explain things.

And when you guys did actually argue, he never made accusations or assumptions. Never did any name calling.

He always asked, always communicated.

The two of you stayed like that for a couple minutes - secretly, he had no plans to let you go until he could no longer feel your heart pounding through your chest.

And when you did finally calm down and pull away, you helped him clean the mess. It only took a couple of minutes and a quick run of the mop before it was like it had never happened, and then you split the Pancakes he'd already made, spending the rest of the morning lazily sprawled across each other on the couch.

"I love ya." He whispered, running his fingers through your hair once before letting you go.

You sniffled softly, wiping tears and snot from your face. "I love you too, Ev. Thank you."

[nightlight-selfships]

"Why would my f/o love me?" Well, why wouldn't they? There's nothing wrong with allowing yourself to think your f/o could and would love you. There's nothing wrong with reminding yourself that you're enough, and that includes for them.

[mia-ships]

This is long overdue