Krisp/Nickie (S/I) info: bisexual, any prns, 20 y/o, ENFJ, 5’1
yumeship name: nicksung / puppybat / yumesnick
emoji combo: 🎮🦇 | 🐕⭐️/🐈⬛🌙
sharing boundaries: Selective sharing! I share w moots/followers, but don’t like seeing nsfw content & commission involving doubles, nor do I like hearing sexual comments about my F/Os that don’t involve me. Not sharing when I’m upset about something in my life, I’ll distance myself if I am.
^ keep in mind this is just my boundaries on how you directly interact with me, you can post whatever you want on your own page even if I’m following you so please don’t feel pressured!
I <3 Mystic Messenger selfshippers u guys r awesome mwah mwah /p
Utonium as he should always be, surrounded by his girls and loved and loved and loved 💖💖💖
I've never had an f/o's actor pass away in my lifetime. Maybe ever, if I really think about it. I've been dealing with a lot of grief recently and this is a special kind of bittersweetness, knowing that someone is gone who should have had a lot more time. But also knowing that they did the best they possibly could with the time they had, and that they left behind a legacy of love, care, and kindness. Thank you, Tom Kane, for everything. 💖
Something I think about often that helps me a lot so I thought I would share !
F/O or S/O helping you with your executive dysfunction in their own unique way. Whether it’s small acts of service to make things less overwhelming or gently pulling you out of bed and guiding you to where you need to be.
They love you very much and will be there for you when you need it most :]
selfshipping is not a competition. it's not about how many commissions you can buy. it's not about owning as much merch as possible. it's not about the amount of followers/mutuals you have. it's not about producing content every single day. it's not about numbers. it's not about being blorbo's canon something.
it's about you and your favorite characters. it's about how much you love them and what they mean to you. being happy in your love for them, crafting your little universe in your mind where you love and are loved unconditionally, that's what matters the most.
your heart is full of affection for them and it's a beautiful thing. don't let the fear of not being good enough, not spending enough money, not having enough followers/engagement or not being seen as blorbo's number one (tm) take that away from you.
love of any kind is too important to be tainted by self doubt and anxiety. your beloveds love you for you. they don't need you to be the best. they just need you to be yourself. you being you is the reason why they adore you.
Saying this as a nonsharing person!!! I HATE it when nonsharers are dicks to people with their f/os. It’s the reason we get such a bad rep ISTG!!! It PISSES ME OFF SO BADDD!! I get it! Jealousy is a thing! You may not even be mad, you may feel insecure, but just BLOCK AND MOVE ON!!! You can feel upset, that’s more than allowed, but DONT make it their issue. You wouldn’t like if people sent shit to you! Or harassed you!!! It makes me so upset. Like. No one has to be friends or interact with posts they don’t like, just show people basic fucking respect I SWEARRR!!!!!! (I’ve been seeing people do shit like this to my moots and it’s SO upsetting, if anyone does shit like this to me it’s ON SIGHT)
Mystictober 2025 Day 1: Favorite character / Love at first sight
Yoosung Kim × reader (GN), 517 words
Takes place during day 8 of Yoosung's route
"Let's see... my professor recommended this book for physiology... I should probably review some anatomy too, I barely passed that class."
The books kept piling up in Yoosung's arms, perhaps for the first time this year. Ever since he got into SKY University, he had just studied enough to avoid failing his classes. But things were different now, all because of you.
He felt his chest warm up whenever he remembered last night's chat. His emotions had been all over the place during this last few days, and the knowledge of the bomb —the danger it posed for you— forced him to face the real nature of his feelings.
After that, every word that he wrote felt right. For the first time in a week, he felt sure. Like he knew exactly what he meant to say.
The way you accepted his feelings, too, reassured him that this was meant to be.
With his mind wandering to the events of the night before, he didn't pay attention to what he was doing until he was sprawled on the floor, books scattered everywhere. A groan coming from the person who he had knocked over snapped him out of it, and he hurried to stand up and try to savagethe situation.
"Ack, I'm so sorry! Are you alright?"
The stranger had gotten up on their own by then, and they were actually helping him pick up his stuff. However, after he spoke, they paused to gaze at him with a puzzled expression.
He reasoned that they must be angry about what happened, and he felt awkward all of the sudden. How could he expect to be a good boyfriend, if he couldn't even pay attention, or apologize correctly?
"Um... sorry again. I swear I did not see you," he stammered slowly, not knowing what else to say. "Can you... give me my books back? Please?"
The person blinked rapidly, as if a fog on their mind just disappeared, and proceeded to smile and shake their head before giving him back his books. Yoosung noticed that their touch on his hand lingered a second longer than necessary, but before he could dwell on it, another thing catched his eyes: a romance manga, sitting on top of the volumes.
Before Yoosung could protest, they pointed at one of the illustrations and leaned closer.
"This character reminds me of you, Yoosung. Though I hope that our first date can come quicker than theirs."
That voice. He recognized it immediately.
He didn't stop you as you slipped away towards the door. The first encounter with the person that had been making their way to his heart since eight days ago was brief and occurred before either of you anticipated, yet now both of you felt the call of fate telling you to wait before speaking again. He was planning already on formally asking you to date him during the party, and seeing you right now only invigorated his spirits.
And he was kind of glad you didn't look back either, so you couldn't see his face flushed as he realized how beautiful you were.
Burying your face against the crook of their neck and shoulder and feeling the vibrations. Listening to the way their voice wobbles or maybe wavers, but just finding that so, so endearing. They're trying, dammit!
Having a hand on their chest, feeling it rise and fall, and maybe hitch a bit as they run a bit short of breath, but still make an honest effort to emulate your favourite song.
Sure, maybe they're not winning an award for a masterful performance any time soon, but they gave it a real attempt, just to make you happy and help you get to sleep easier.
