This a proship selfship blog, so if that makes you uncomfy or you're just a hater, DNI. I'm mainly a proshipper simply because a lot of my f/os are minors, and they became my f/os when I was a minor. I have a few s/is, and I change their ages to be around the same age as the f/o I'm shipping them with. Also, while this blog isn't strictly 18+, I may post 18+ content. I recommend any minors dni but I'm not gonna force you. I'm not your damn parent. One more thing, I am SUPER open to sharing f/os! I love seeing other people simping for my f/o. Makes me feel less alone. So if you're comfortable with sharing and we have matching f/os, PLEASE interact 🎀💖🌸
Here's my f/o list
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If I had a nickel for every time I fell in love with a female character who is the only one to not have a love interest in the anime they're in, I'd have two nickels, which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice.
I'm alive! Srry for the inactivity! I've been uber burned out from work. Early spring as horticulturist is not for the weak... Anyways, say hello to the handsome hunk who has been holding up my mental state 💖💖💖
He's the Gojo to my Marin! I've just been imagining a greenhouse romance with him fr fr 💖💖💖
Bringing age into it doesn't defeat the point that you did a crime, also 200?! Yeah that type of money can definitely harm someone financially for a bit depending on their situation, they most likely saved that shit up just to get the luxury?? 😭 They could of probably used that for a lot of shit, like a singular grocery run (lmfao sorry)
Fact everyone in the comments were hyping it up, down playing the crime, which if you dont know SCAMING IS A CRIME especially if it's for real money, a few saying they're also going to do this tf <///3333 "Remembering the time I scammed someone for having a difference stance on fiction 😂😂😂😂😂" okay weirdo
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includes - venti, childe, scaramouche, thoma, itto, xiao
venti hums in his sleep. sometimes it's a song he strummed on his lyre for a crowd that day, other times it's an old ballad from ages ago, one even you have never heard before.
insists on chatting before bed. he wants to know about your day and wants to tell you about his. if you fall asleep to fast, he'll get whiney, "[name]," he'll nudge your shoulder, "stay awake a little longer. let me tell you about what happened at the tavern."
will happily hold you each and every night if you so wish, but he also likes to curl against your chest, his hand tangled with yours, so he can listen to your heartbeat.
should you ever have trouble sleeping or have bad dreams, he'd wake up in an instant. "come, my dear," he gently guides your head into his lap, nimble fingers combing through your hair, "tell me what troubles you."
most days, he's up early. he doesn't like to wake you, so he tucks you in and kisses your cheek, leaving the room with a quiet gust of wind.
but somedays, maybe if his head is aching from one two many ciders, he'll stay in bed til early afternoon, pressing his face into your neck to shield his eyes from the sun pouring in through the window and grumbling incoherently. he slips in and out of dreamland all morning, and is very reluctant to let you go.
"stay. we've got all the time in the world."
childe is a problem, to say the least. he twists and turns in his sleep, wakes up at the slightest noise, and is constantly clinging to you, refusing to let go even for a moment.
when you two lay down together, he changes positions at least 10 times. most nights, you end up tangled together in some mess of limbs you can't even explain, and he passes out from exhaustion before he can move again.
definitely sleeps shirtless. he's all lean muscle and will definitely tease you if he catches you staring. "what?" he's smug, too smug, "like what you see?"
the only time he won't be wrapped around you is when he has nightmares, when visions of the abyss flash in his mind, he jolts awake with a start each time.
on nights like those, childe gently untangles himself from you, ensuring you're comfortable before sitting up. he rubs his hands over his face, trembling slightly.
if you don't wake up, he'd stay like that til morning, unable to even close his eyes.
if you do wake, you have to gently coax him into laying down again, let him rest his head against your shoulder, trace shapes on his back, before his shaking subsides and he sleeps again.
mumbles and talks in his sleep. sometimes, it's your name, other times it's gibberish or something in his native tongue. he won't admit to it or explain it in the morning, just tells you you're dreaming.
"night night, [name]," he mumbles into your hair every night, "sweet dreams."
"don't get used to this." scaramouche snaps the same thing every night. but, every night, he wraps himself around you once he's fallen asleep, hands clutching at the back of your shirt to keep you close. he'll shift away when he wakes up in the morning, but you and he both know he's a clingy sleeper.
runs ice cold. his hands, feet, every limb of his feels like it's been frozen over. he likes to slide his hands under your shirt to make you squirm.
if you have nightmares, he'll shake you awake with a hand on your shoulder, scolding you for 'being loud' and 'waking him up'. but really, he just can't stand to see the way your face twists in distress. he hates seeing you upset.
"don't be dramatic," he mumbles, gentler than ever before, "it was just a dream." he'll guide your head to rest against him, and stay awake til you fall asleep again. only when he's sure you're okay does he let himself rest.
if you ever stay up to late, working or something of the sort, he'll appear in the doorway, already miffed. "what are you doing?" he asks, "come to bed." he doesn't give you a chance to resist, dragging you by the wrist back to your shared room.
might kick or elbow you in his sleep, he gets twitchy when he dreams. he feels bad, but he's too prideful to apologize.
"maybe you were just in the way," he shrugs it off, before adding, this time quieter, "i'll try not to do it again."
"are you comfortable? need another blanket? oh! i'll grab you some warm milk to help you sleep -" it's become routine for thoma to avoid sleeping by fussing over you. he hates to be still, especially when there's still work to be done!
it'll take some convincing to get him to get into bed, "you .. want me to lay with you? okay, of course, love."
happy to grab you water if you wake up in the middle of the night. he always tugs the blankets over your shoulders or brushes rogue strands of hair out of your face while you sleep.
if you're a blanket hog, you won't hear a word of complaint from thoma. he could end up halfway off the bed, frigid cold, and he'd still be smiling just because he knows your comfortable.
initially a very polite sleeper. he'll stay to his side of the mattress so you have space. somehow, he still ends up stuck to you like glue come morning, not that either of you really mind.
likes to bring you breakfast in bed if you want to be spoiled. he'll bring in steaming strawberry pancakes with a mug full of coffee, just how you like it, and sit with you while you eat. secretly notes all your food preferences so he can do better next time.
he always wakes up earlier than you. he's eager to get to work, but, if you sleepily ask for 5 more minutes, he gives in without much complaint. he'd stay wrapped around you til late in the morning if he could.
when he really does have to get up, he slips out of your arms with murmured apologies, "sorry, sorry," he says, smiling gently and kissing your forehead, "i'll see you soon, okay?"
if you thought childe was bad, you're going to think itto is even worse. he has no idea how big he actually is, or how warm he runs, or how close he is to you. it's all just in one ear and out the other. complaining to him? he can't hear you, he's too busy sighing dreamily while staring at your face.
absolutely the worst blanket hog. somehow ends up tangled in at least 3 different covers by morning. he'll apologize sheepishly, but you know it's going to happen again the next night. it's a good thing he's so warm, or you'd freeze to death.
his arm is always slung over your waist, heavy like a boulder. good luck getting up in the morning, it's like trying to push a truck. god forbid he wakes up, because then it's arms pulling you back in and his voice, raspy with sleep, mumbling "stay" over and over until you do.
he's kind of like venti, he likes to tell you stories before he falls asleep. most of the time, though, he ends up passing out mid-sentence.
he doesn't mind being held, but he prefers to curl around you, instead. it makes him feel like he's keeping you safe.
might try to make you breakfast in bed, but he usually ends up burning any food he touches. i hope you like charred toast and blackened eggs. don't worry, he'll take you out to get something edible later.
all but preens if you trace the muscles on his arm or back. he gets all smug, flexing his biceps and stretching languidly, "yeah, i know, i'm pretty strong, huh?" he asks, grinning, "you .. like that?" tell him you do, and now he's blushing.
xiao is a blushing mess. he's already stiff when he crawls into bed, and he sticks to his side religiously. you have to scoot closer if you want contact.
he sleeps with his spear propped against the bed and sits up at the slightest noise, hand already reaching for the handle. you learn to get used to waking up in the middle of the night to him gone. he always returns moments later after a thorough check of the perimeter.
he's not the type to cuddle, even unconsciously. he likes to simply hold your hand while sleeping. if he ever does hold you, it's rare and quiet. there's no words, just a warm hand on your back and under your head, a quiet surrender to affection he never thought he deserved.
does not move at all in his sleep. if he falls asleep on his back, he wakes up like that. it's like sleeping next to a cold statue.
disappears when he has bad dreams. you pad out to the balcony of wangshu inn and find him there. his back is to you, shoulders tense as he stares at the starry sky above. he flinches when you touch his arm.
those are the nights he finally lets you hold him. he'll all but collapse into you, face pressed into the crook of your neck and breath shaky. you make his burden just a little lighter. for that, he's indebted to you.
up hours before you are and already standing at the window when you finally come to. he probably spends more time watching you sleep than he does actually resting. you count yourself lucky on the mornings he stays in bed. he's sitting up even then, but his hand will thread through your hair carefully, like you might break at the slightest touch.
hey um. so sorry to tell you this, but op of that post plays toys kinda weird. yeah you should just block them, that's not how normal people play with toys
