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ᯓ⟡ ݁₊ . Gate ▪︎ 22 ▪︎ Bi Aroacespec ▪︎ Fem She/They .ᐟ.ᐟ

Bonjour mon ami !! I interact from my main @literally-just-there, maybe you know me from there ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა ٠࣪⭑

This blog is dedicated to my self ship / oc x canon ship with my romantic f/o Verso from Clair Obscur : Expedition 33. I am currently iffy sharing him, but people who gush / thirst about him without doing self ship / oc x canon are fine for me, I might even join in !! I am a bit iffy about his canon x canon ships except Verso x Julie, but I am open to discuss any of them story-wise. Basically all the other main characters are my platonic f/os. They are shipped with my kin oc Roxanne.

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I block p.roship (as in i.ncest, z.oo, p.edo, n.ecro, and adjacent) and r.pf content for my comfort. Minors please DNI, as I occasionally post nsft here (and the game itself is 18+ sooo). I tag #tw trigger ; #suggestive ; #spicy ; #clair obscur spoilers.

Please DNI if you also self ship or do oc x canon with Verso. However, if you gush about him but are not a self shipper / oc x canon shipper, you are more than welcome to interact !!

Please keep in mind that this blog contains major spoilers for Clair Obscur : Expedition 33, so proceed with caution and the aforementioned filtered tag if you don't want to see those. Other than that I am open to discuss about the story and the characters !!

ᯓ⟡ ݁₊ . userboxes by @.selfshipuserbox and @.kodaswrld

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Wip :)

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Still figuring out what to do for the first ship art so in the meantime have a picrew of V.erso and Roxanne :3c

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Roxanne joins V.erso and E.squie to look at the stars. She says nothing, just lays down and stares up. She points at one star and says "This is you" to V.erso.

And E.squie to say "Oooooh !! This is the prettiest one EVER !!"

Cue blushing V.erso :)

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V.erso and Roxanne both had a paintbrush thrusted into their hand since they were born, yet one always preferred feeling the calloused tips of his fingers dancing on the piano keys, and the other her feet tightly wrapped in satin and cotton pads twirling across the hardwood floor.