YUME MANAGER AT YOUR SERVICE

(a lil selfship promo post for when the hour comes around,,,,)

. hallo!!!! my name is cookie, i go by she/they pronouns and im a minor <3 id love to make some new mutuals n friends!! i follow from @c00kietin!!

. im sort of a mix of selective/nonsharing/mirrorsharing selfshipper,,, i dont know </3 what i do know is that i have a mixture of romantic n platonic n familial f/os!! as well as a buncha crushes,,,,,

. all the handy dandy info you need for me is here!!

. my dni list is on my pinned but you know. I don't want to interact with bigots of any kind, proshippers, 18+ only/mdni accounts 👍

. have a lovely day/evening!!

If so, how often?

for selfshippers with beauty marks: that’s where your f/o kissed you in a past life <3

SELFSHIP REBLOG GAME YAY!

miss my oomfs where r u guys so i’m doing a reblog game. haven’t been on tumblr in sooo long and i want new mooties too :p

rb with one (1) image of an f/o and i’ll give them a fox picture to match!

e.g. maria gets this lovely smiling fox!

SELFSHIP REBLOG GAME YAY!

miss my oomfs where r u guys so i’m doing a reblog game. haven’t been on tumblr in sooo long and i want new mooties too :p

rb with one (1) image of an f/o and i’ll give them a fox picture to match!

e.g. maria gets this lovely smiling fox!

f/o bandaging your arms after a rough day. they don’t look at you with disgust or anger, but with love and care. their hands are gentle as they work, smoothing out the wrinkles and making it secure enough to stay. f/o who sits you down on top of them and hugs you.

“lets make a plan. if you ever feel this urge again, come to me. please. lets throw out these razors in the morning…”

whether ur someone who does it for the fun and joy of it all or someone whose beloved is with them on the daily & they know them like the back of their hand. or in someone inbetween or both or neitherrrr.....

you can do whatever you want, you are always free to have fun and be loved how you want, how you see, how you feel & imagine. you don't need to police canon, or other people, you dont need permission and you don't have to explain. its all yours and its all valid so don't let being perceived by others stop you never ever never!!! there is only what feels right to You! nothing else matters.! really!

this goes all ways, everyone is allowed to disagree forever but no one will ever be less or more valid based on interpretation of their relationship or said character!!!!! be kind to one another & remember even if u can never get along with someone, see what they say, or see eye to eye they are just a person in this world who wants love & community & memories & joy. & remember that u are also this person, please be kinder to yourself. even if u dont fit into certain boxes of what people think your f/o wants or needs. even if nobody sees something but you do, you see it. ur so valid, and YOUR beloved loves YOU.

May I request a love letter from Gregor (Limbus Company)? Feel free to dm me for details/resources on him

**Through the most unforgiving of journeys the mail seems to find its way regardless. No matter a sinner, a saint, or someone waiting at home, they'll get their messages come whatever may be out there. Your letter arrives a bit ominously, postmarked with company letterhead and a "WOOF!" that announces your delivery!**

Hey… I’m not great at this kind of thing, so don’t expect anything fancy. I’ve been staring at this page for a while trying to figure out how to start, and all I can think is that if I were saying this out loud, I’d probably trip over my own tongue or try to make a joke at the wrong time. Writing feels… safer, I guess.

I just wanted to tell you something real, without brushing it off or pretending it’s not that serious. When things get chaotic around here, and the noise gets so loud it presses against my skull, you’re the one thought that cuts through it. You calm me down before I even realize I’m wound tight. I didn’t think anything could still do that for me.

You know, I’ve spent a lot of time feeling like I’m made of pieces that don’t quite fit together. Too many memories that don’t sit right, too many mistakes that echo longer than they should. But when I’m with you… I feel steadier. Like maybe I’m allowed to be a person again, not just someone trying to hold himself together for everyone else’s sake.

You don’t flinch when the bugs act up. You don’t look at me like I’m going to turn into something dangerous or fragile or pathetic. You just look at me. And somehow, that’s what makes me want to be better — not because I think you expect it, but because being with you makes me remember that I’m more than the worst things I’ve gone through.

I guess what I’m trying to say is… I love you. Quietly, clumsily, probably too much. And I’m not going anywhere. Even if I’m tired, even if I’m scared, even if the world throws something new at us every other day, I’m staying right by your side. I want to. That’s the part that surprises me most.

If you ever need someone to lean on, you can lean on me. If you’re hurting, I’ll sit with you until it stops. If you’re scared, I’ll hold your hand. And if you just want quiet company, well… I’m good at being quiet.

Thank you for seeing me. Really seeing me. I hope you’ll let me keep seeing you too.

Yours, Gregor