angel-selfshipper

[angel-selfshipper]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ꒰꒰ 🧷 ┊“𝙇𝙄𝙏𝙏𝙇𝙀 𝙃𝙊𝘽𝙄𝙀” ꒱꒱

The old bell above the thrift store’s door let out a hollow chime as Doll stepped inside, holding a very much regressed Hobie’s hand. The warm, soft smell of aged fabric and worn china met both of their senses—a far cry from the damp scent that Doll usually carried with it. The store was dimly lit, the kind of place where time seemed to slow and everything steeped in mutchmatched tones and quiet nostalgia.

Hobie trailed beside Doll, wide eyed and practically vibrating with pure child like excitement. His usual punk rock persona had given way to his littler side, all his edges softened by his regression. The moment his eyes locked onto the gigantically display of well loved plushies in the far corner of the store, he tugged excitedly on Doll’s long sleeve.

“Dolly,” he whispered, his voice practically beaming with pure wonder that always made doll's chest swell with pride “plushies!”

A soft chuckle feel from Doll’s lips as it head nodded up and down in confirmation. “Slow down little one! We have a couple hours to get you all the plushies your little heart could desire...”

The weight of Doll's promise hung in the air like the words of an ancient prophecy, it practically was considering the fact that Doll would never lie to him. Hobie let go of his caregivers sleeve and dashed forward, his knee high boots clunking softly against the wooden floor. Doll followed behind him at a measured pace, the smile on it's face so absaloutly loving even people who didn't know either of them could see it.

The gigantic display of plushies were contained by several long rows of bins all filled to the brim with different colors and texture—some of the plushies so old they had long since lost their original shape, others looking so new they could be fresh from the store. Hobie immediately began carefully running his fingertips over each one, testing the textures with the concentration of a world renowned art critic.

“This one’s too icky feeling,” he mumbled with a soft pout, his hands dropping the velvety rabbit back into one of the piles.

“This one’s soft... feel it!” Doll obliged without a second thought, pulling off it's white gloves before running it's fingers over the fabric of a incredibly squishy sheep. It's fluffy was soft as a cloud, the perfect companion for long cuddle sessions. “This one’s a keeper,” it agreed softly, placing it gently into it's shopping cart.

The process continued like a ritual—Hobie sorting through pile after pile of different plushies, each one carefully inspected for texture, weight, and cuddliness. Slowly the cart begin to fill up with all hobie's new freinds. When there was no more room, Doll fetched several large garbage bags from the front of the store.

By the time they reached the checkout counter they had amassed several overflowing bags, little bits of colorful fire and plush paws sticking out through the top. The clearly very tired cashier looked at the bags stuffed to the brim with plushies, visibly struggling to find the right words.

“Wow, uh… that’s a lot of plushies” the cashier that was no older than twenty said to them, their voice full of complete and utter awe.

Doll smiled politely, reaching into its dress pocket and pulling out a small handful of shimmering crimson red diamonds. It placed them delicately on the counter before looking up at the cashier “This should cover the costs, yes?”

The cashier blinked again, utterly baffled at doll's apparent wealth. “Uh… we don’t really accept… diamonds? We only take cash or card.”

Hobie let out an adorable little giggle from his spot behind Doll, clutching a giant stuffed spider close to his chest. “Dolly, they don’t take shiny rocks!”

Doll tilted its head slightly in confusion, the gesture graceful and just a touch unsettling. “Ah, of course! My deepest apologies...” It reached back into its dress pocket, withdrawing a thick stack of British pounds instead. “Will this suffice then?”

The cashier nodded, ringing up the purchase as quickly as possible, eager to avoid further confusion with the frankly quite beautiful being in front of them. Meanwhile, hobie was already halfway out the door, hugging his new sheep plush tightly inside his jacket to quote on quote "Keep them warm!"

Back at Hobie’s flat, the bags of plushies were dumped onto the floor like they were pirates who had just returned with their treasure. Hobie flopped down face first, laughing gleefully as he burrowed his body into the soft mountain of stuffed animals. Doll watched from it's spot upside down on the celine, its hands folded neatly in its lap as it watched him with a undeniable softness.

“This is the best day ever!” Hobie declared, peeking his head out from beneath a gigantic pile of stuffed animals.

“I’m glad you’re happy, little one!” Doll said softly, its voice like that of a distant lullaby from your childhood that you remember the tune but not the words of.

Hobie crawled over till he was underneath it's hanging body, dragging the sheep plush with him as he did. “You allways make me happy silly dolly!” he giggled sleepily, his eyelids already growing heavy with tiredness.

Doll slipped down from it's spot on the ceiling, lifting Hobie up into it's arms and pressing it's lips to his forehead. “Rest now dove” it whispered against his soft skin. “All your new friends will be here when you wake.”

And as Hobie drifted off to sleep, surrounded by a sea of plushies, Doll layed down directly next to him. It's precense the quiet guardian of his most vulnerable moments, it's voice soft as it mumbled a soft promise to his sleeping form "I love you".

[angel-selfshipper]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ꒰꒰ 🧷 ┊“𝙇𝙄𝙏𝙏𝙇𝙀 𝙃𝙊𝘽𝙄𝙀” ꒱꒱

AUTHORS NOTE: This post was inspired by a wonderful conversation I had with the absaloutly amazing @i-put-the-s4p-in-s4pphic !!

The castle seemed to breathe with a life of its own—walls shifting in rhythmic patterns, as though the ancient stones themselves were sleeping peacefully. The air was heavy with a distinctive scent like no other, soft and damp, reminiscent of whispers from a forgotten cemetery. Unimaginable madness lingered in every little nook and cranny, waiting to trap anyone who dared to intrude without a proper invitation in their own insanity. This did not include Hobie however. No, he was completely safe within these walls.

A glowing thread made of pure light floated gently in the air, its tip tied in a small bow and wrapped around Hobie's pinkie finger—a tether spun from a fragment of Doll’s very soul. It pulsed with an undeniable warmth, an unspoken promise directed only at Hobie: You will never be lost. The thread always led him through the winding corridors with ease, guiding him toward the heart of the labyrinth, toward home.

Hobie was most definitely little today—the kind of little that made the world around him seem impossibly large and thrilling. The labyrinth, ever attentive to the needs of its inhabitants, adjusted to match the age of his mind at that exact moment.

Everything stretched upwards and grew, all to make him feel as small and cozy as a toddler wrapped in a caregiver’s soft embrace. He absolutely adored every bit of it. His handmade jacket hung off his tiny (at least by comparison) frame as he toddled across the endless floor, his little socked feet pitter-pattering and making Doll’s heart swell.

He darted behind a stack of enormous storybooks stolen from all over the multiverse just for him, eyes wide with a mischievous look he almost always wore, both hands pressed tightly over his mouth to stifle a giggle. Hide and seek was his favorite game, so of course, Doll always played along with his silly little hiding spots.

From somewhere deep within the labyrinth’s twisting halls, Doll’s voice echoed—a sound so breathtakingly loving it made Hobie smile behind his hands.

“Hmmm, I wonder where my little one could be?” Doll called, its soft voice tinged with a playful lilt. “Could he be… hiding in this drawer?”

Hobie’s giggles spilled out, bright and uncontrollable as he squealed playfully “Nooo!” his body still pressed tightly behind the huge bookshelf.

“Oh, not there?” Doll’s voice drifted closer, warm and teasing. “What about… inside this old grandfather clock? No? Hmm… perhaps beneath the floorboards?”

Hobie collapsed into a fit of giggles, crawling out from his veeerrry good hiding spot “Doll! You’re bein’ silly again!” he pretended to scold it.

Doll appeared in front of him without a sound, moving with a grace too perfect to be human—more like the turning of a page or the soft shifting of shadows at sunset. Its porcelain pale face lit up with a soft, knowing smile as it crouched beside him, its deep brown eyes filled with warmth and more love than any mortal could give.

“There you are,” it said softly, gently cradling Hobie’s face in its hand before pressing a kiss to imhis forehead. “My little wanderer~”

Hobie grinned excitedly, the shiny golden thread tied around his pinkie connecting to the pulsing black one around Doll’s. “Did I trick ya?”

Doll tapped its chin thoughtfully, mischief flickering in its dark eyes “Hmm… you were very tricky to find this time. I was almost about to go search for you on the moon!”

Hobie gasped in pure childlike wonder “The moon? But that’s soooo far away!” his hand tugging on Doll's long flowing sleeves.

“Well,” Doll said, scooping him into its darkness soaked arms with effortless grace, “no place is too far when it comes to finding you…” It cradled him close, rocking him back and forth gently. “But for now, I believe it’s time for a snack! Shall we have chocolate milk and cookies?”

Hobie’s eyes lit up excitedly at the idea of snack time “Can it be on the special plate? The one with the moon and stars in the middle!”

“Of course,” Doll promised him. With a wave of its hand, the labyrinth began to shift around them, folding in on itself until an extravagant kitchen emerged—a place of towering cabinets and endless snacks just for the two of them to enjoy. The table adjusted to Hobie’s size, and a plate of warm chocolate chip cookies appeared just for him.

Hobie nibbled on a cookie, his hands wrapped around a tall glass of chocolate milk with a twisty straw placed delicately inside it. The familiar scent of Doll’s kitchen filled the air—a reminder that this place was always waiting for him (just like Doll always was).

Doll rested its chin on its hand, watching him with a gaze so tender it could soften even the cruelest hearts.

“You know,” it said softly, it's words for Hobie’s ears alone, “this place is infinite—always changing, always shifting. But you’ll never be lost. You’ll always find your way back to me.”

“’Cause of the glowy string?” Hobie asked, holding up his pinkie.

Doll nodded, linking its pinkie with his before speaking softly “That’s exactly right, little one.”

Hobie beamed, wiping the melted chocolate from his lips. “I like our home!”

Doll’s heart—or whatever strange and unknowable thing seemed to thump in its chest around Hobie—swelled with warmth. “I’m glad you feel that way, little one. We'll always be here for you...”

The labyrinth shifted once more, its walls folding inward to form an incredibly soft, pillowy nest of blankets. Hobie quickly found his spot curled up in Doll’s lap, his eyelids fluttering closed as the warmth of Doll’s love surrounded him.

Doll began to hum—a low, haunting tune carrying the voices of a thousand forgotten melodies. It cradled him close, its many eyes watching over him as he slipped into sleep. The labyrinth stretched on infinitely—a vast and endless place of pure madness for anyone else.

But for Hobie, it was simply his second home—a sanctuary built of eldritch magic and love. And as long as Doll stayed by his side, he knew it always would be.

[angel-selfshipper]

FUN FACT - Doll knows that the majority of people tend to feel a sense of unease in their chests whenever looking directly into it's eyes, so it has only ever allowed a singular person (Hobie) to capture it's full face in a photograph.

[angel-selfshipper]

I was scrolling through Pinterest and looking for pictures of my f/o's when I accidentally found this ridiculously long rant of someone very passionately arguing that HOBIE BROWN // SPIDER PUNK would absolutely be antiship... Like, are we even talking about the same dude???

if you ever read a headcanon of your f/o that makes you uncomfortable, know that your f/o would be there to hold you close and tell you what they think about it: they would never fucking do that, what the fuck

[angel-selfshipper]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ꒰꒰ 🧷 ┊“𝙃𝙊𝘽𝙄𝙀” ꒱꒱

Hobie grins as he hands Doll the custom made punk jacket, the softest material he could find, adorned with embroidered lace and gothic patches. Chains hang from the shoulders, and across the back, "HAUNT ME FOREVER" is boldly stitched in bubble lettering.

Hobie: "Made this for you, luv. Proper punk—bit haunting, bit gorgeous, all you, yeah?"

Doll: "Hobie, this is... absolutely breathtaking..."

Hobie, smirking cockily: "Glad ya think so, dollface! 'Cause now you're officially mine in punk terms. That jacket? It's like a dog markin it's territory... Anyone sees you in it, they’ll know exactly who you belong to."

Doll, whispering flusterdly: "Haunt me forever...?"

Hobie, voice low and teasing: "Already planned for ya too, babe~"

[angel-selfshipper]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ꒰꒰ 🧷 ┊“𝙃𝙊𝘽𝙄𝙀” ꒱꒱

The streets of Hobie's home dimension thrummed with undeniable life—a chaotic blend of bright bright lights and rebellious energy. Towering buildings, layered with beautiful graffiti and neon signs, stretched upwards toward the sky. The air seemed to buzz with the sound of electric guitars that mingled with a soft murmur of voices, every individual word dripping with defiance. Down a narrow alley, a loud punk rock anthem blasted from a hole in the wall café—the kind of place where people could truly be themselves.

Hobie stood just outside, bathed in pink and blue light, his lanky silhouette sharp and completely magnetic. He turned to face Doll, a lopsided grin tugging at his lips. The café’s neon glow shines through the space around them, casting Doll’s ethereal frame in bright colors and shadows.

“You’ll love it, babe!” Hobie said, holding the door open like the proper punk he was. His torso shifted, the shape silver spikes on his leather jacket catching the light. “Best coffee, loudest music, and the pastries? Total bangers.”

Doll stepped inside, its porcelain like skin catching the light and making it look even more earthreal. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with sugary sweets, warm pastries, and the metallic sting of vintage amps. Its glassy brown eyes scanned the large room slowly, head tilted to the side just slightly—not quite human. It's movements were like a a creature of imaginable horrors wrapped up in pretty lace, much too otherworldly to belong yet too captivating to ignore.

Conversations stalled. Patrons glanced up, wide eyed—caught somewhere between awe and unease at it's otherworldly appearance.

Hobie slung an arm around Doll’s shoulder, grounding them so they wouldn't fell to out of place. His voice dropped to a reassuring murmur, cutting through the stares. “Ignore ‘em,” he said with a playful wink. “You’re the coolest thing they’ll ever see in their sorry lives.”

Doll’s lips curved into a soft smile as it's gloved hand reaches up to cover it's mouth. “Thank you, hobie.” it said with it's voice that always reminded him of of a forgotten melody.

They slipped into a small booth in the back of the cafe. Hobie lounged in the seat across from Doll, legs completely sprawled out from eachother, his body language as casual as if the place were his own living room. He watched Doll with a lazy sort of fascination as it lifted a large sugar cookie from the plate, each movement incredibly precise and seemingly deliberate.

“I want to try it the way humans do...” Doll said softly, almost like the words were embarrassing for them to admit. It tried to take a careful bite from the point of the heart shaped cookie, small crumbs falling into the checkered tablecloth. Its lips pouting out embarrassedly as the sweet treat crumbled in it's hands.

Hobie chuckled, the edges of his eyes crinkling as he rested his chin on his palm. “You don’t have to pretend for me. You know I’m crazy about you either way~”

Doll hesitated for a few moments, the air thickening around them. Slowly they chose to open their mouth, thick black tendrils soaked in saliva slipping from the back of its throat, breaking the cookie into smaller sections before disappearing back into the darkness and taking it with them.

The café collectively held its breath at the sight.

Doll froze with fear, waiting for the inevitable flicker of disgust in it's boyfriends express. Instead, Hobie leaned in impossibly close, his voice dropping to a incredibly low whisper.

He shakily breathed out, eyes darkening with something undeniably raw. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Doll snapped its mouth shut in shock, panicking as it accidentally bit down hard on one of the tendrils. A sharp jolt of pain shot through it's mouth as a pained yelp fell from it's lips.

“Oi, easy!” Hobie was on his feet in an instant, his calloused fingers instantly reaching out to brush the cool surface of doll's skin. “You alright, Luvie?”

Doll nodded quickly, but Hobie wasn’t buying it. He handed over his glass of ice water, pressing it into Doll’s lace wrapped hands. “Here. Sip. Slowly.”

The cold water eased the pain, and Doll let out a soft sigh, peeking up at Hobie through it's lowered lashes. Its eerie beauty appearing to be softened into something almost human for just a moment.

Hobie smirked, brushing a stray crumb from Doll’s cheek with his thumb. “Good. ‘Cause I’m not done watching that little trick of yours. But next time? No biting yourself... You understand, dollface?”

A faint emberssed smile tugged at Doll’s lips. “Next time,” it promised him.

They both settled back into their spots, the café’s hum wrapping around them again. Doll continued to savor the sweets in it's own way, gooey black tendrils slipping from it's open mouth every once in a while as Hobie watched with shameless fascination.

He tapped his fingers to the beat of the music, his grin wide and electric. “Knew bringing you here was a good idea. You’ve got a vibe that makes this place feel even more... alive.”

Doll's cheeks flushed embarrassedly once again, eyes softening with something love filled. “You always say the most unexpected things...”

“Yeah, well, you always give me something new to admire,” Hobie shot back, leaning in closer so their noses are almost touching. His dark brown eyes sparkled with mischief as he spoke in a teasing tilt “I’m obsessed with every single part of you, after all. How could I not be when your so utterly you?”

And in that moment, Doll realized that—despite its eerie nature—it had become the center of Hobie’s universe... Doll had finally found the home it never thought it would.

[angel-selfshipper]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ꒰꒰ 🧷 ┊“𝙃𝙊𝘽𝙄𝙀” ꒱꒱

Hobie hadn’t been looking for it. But when he found the first letter—delicately wedged between the strings of his favorite guitar, secured just enough to hold it there without any harm—it felt like fate itself had placed it there.

The parchment was aged, its edges browned by the slow, unrelenting passage of time. The wax seal trembled beneath his the pad of his thumb, as if something within it was alive, pressing against the barrier and yearning to be set free.

Inside, a fragile sheet of paper lay carefully folded, so thin and worn it seemed as though a breath too harsh might shatter it. Ink, dark as the deepest corners of the void, had bled through to the other side, forming words so carefully woven they read like an old love song—one written for him alone, composed in the purest, most aching devotion.

"My dearest," it began.

"No language could ever weave the depths of my love into words. It is infinite, boundless, stretching beyond the stars and into the very roots of existence itself. All I can offer is this truth: you are my everything, the pulse in my veins, the breath in my lungs, the beat of my heart. And so, I lay these heartfelt words before you, hoping you might be able to glimpse into the vast eternity of my utmost devotion."

That was only the first.

They began appearing everywhere. Just barely sticking out from beneath his oversized bean bag couch. Tucked into the crevices of his freshly folded jacket. Hidden between the pages of a romantic manga he’d never admit to reading.

Each one was a piece of Doll’s very essence, a fragment of its soul pressed into ink and parchment, woven into poetry and prose so hauntingly beautiful it sent shivers down his spine.

Some bore its own lyrical whispers—sprawling verses meant for only the deepest crevices of his pumping heart. Others carried the echoes of Shakespeare himself:

"Doubt thou the stars are fire;

Doubt that the sun doth move;

Doubt truth to be a liar;

But never doubt I love."

And then there were the notes. Hastily scribbled, jagged letters scrawled across sticky notes, left in places he would inevitably stumble upon throughout the day:

"Remember, darling: It’s not good for your body or your mind to only eat once a day."

"Drink something! Even your horrid tasting energy drinks are better than nothing at this point…"

"GO TO SLEEP, HOBIE!!! You should really see someone about getting insomnia meds, by the way."

It was haunting, the way Doll loved. A presence just beyond the veil, lingering in ink and paper, in whispers that brushed against his very soul.

One stormy night, as rain pounded against the windows of their shared flat, Hobie looked up���and there Doll was. Seated criss cross applesauce, upside down on his bedroom ceiling, a half finished letter still resting between its delicate fingers.

Hobie leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching with a slow, wolfish grin. “You ever gonna read one of ‘em out loud to me?”

Doll’s wide, doe like eyes met his, peering into him the way they always did—like it could see something no one else could. Its voice, like a forgotten music box winding to life for the first time in centuries, drifted through the dimly lit bedroom like a whisper in the wind.

“If you asked,” it murmured softly. “But my words are meant to be discovered, not given freely.”

Hobie chuckled, stepping forward, reaching up to pluck the letter from its fingers. He didn’t need to read this one to know what it said. He already knew. He had memorized the sentiment in every single one of Doll’s letters.

Doll didn’t love like a person. It loved like something older than time itself—something vast, incomprehensible, and yet bursting with life all at once.

And Hobie? Hobie adored every single haunting second of it.

[angel-selfshipper]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ꒰꒰ 🧷 ┊“𝙃𝙊𝘽𝙄𝙀” ꒱꒱

The fog clung to the damp earth like a ghost’s embrace, curling between moss laden tombstones and the twisted roots of ancient trees. This cemetery, long forsaken by time, lay far from the hum of the city, untouched by the living, save for the whisper of wind and the distant cries of crows. Silence stretched thick as mist, an eerie, haunting beauty that no soul dared disturb—no soul except Doll.

And now, by extension, Hobie Brown.

“You’ve got wicked taste, love,” Hobie mused, voice a lazy drawl as he took in the quiet splendor around him. The abandoned graveyard, all shadowed elegance and forgotten sorrow, suited his Doll perfectly. “A date in a place like this? Proper romantic.”

Doll, already kneeling before a crumbling headstone, placed a delicate porcelain heart in front od the moss covered grave—a quiet offering to the long forgotten soul that rested beneath the earth.

“They don’t get many visitors,” it murmured, two gloved fingers tracing the worn away name as if breathing life into its fading memory. “It’s the very least I can do.”

Hobie crouched beside it, watching with the kind of reverence he reserved only for Doll. Its kindness, unshaken by the eerie and the macabre, never failed to leave him breathless.

Most would find its presence unsettling—the scent of damp earth and fog clinging to its very bones, the way its voice carried the ghostly cadence of a forgotten lullaby. But Hobie? Hobie adored every bit of it.

“They’re lucky to have you lookin’ after ‘em,” he said, leaning in to press a feather light kiss to Doll’s plump cheek before standing, stretching like a cat just roused from slumber. “Now, ‘bout that picnic? You got me all excited the way you keep talkin’ ‘bout it.”

Doll let out a quiet, ethereal laugh, a sound so delicate it made Hobie want to shield it from the world. It took his calloused hand in its gloved one and led him deeper into the cemetery.

They walked in silence until they reached the perfect spot—a hidden clearing where the fog parted just enough to reveal a patch of wild, overgrown grass. A black lace cloth had already been spread over the ground, held in place by smooth river stones. Atop it rested a woven basket, and beside it, a single wilted lily—a silent welcome ment just for them.

Hobie flopped onto the cloth with effortless grace, propping himself up on his elbows as he watched Doll settle beside him with its usual haunting poise. “You’re gonna spoil me rotten, y’know that?”

Doll tilted its head, offering a soft smile. “You deserve nice things, Hobie.”

Hobie huffed out a warm laugh, reaching into the basket to rummage through its contents. “You’re really tryna make me soft huh?”

“You already are,” Doll countered, voice as delicate as the mist curling around them. Its head tilted in that unnerving, doll-like way that never failed to make Hobie’s heart stutter.

Warmth crept up the back of his neck despite himself. He’d never get used to how devastatingly endearing Doll could be. “Don’t go spreadin’ that around, yeah? Got a reputation.”

Doll only smiled, reaching into the basket to arrange the food onto the blanket with meticulous care—dark berries, freshly baked bread, golden squares of cheese, ect, each choice made with the kind of thoughtfulness that made his chest ache.

The scene was something out of a gothic romance book—the two of them draped in fog, wrapped in the hush of the graveyard, time itself bending to hold them still in this fleeting eternity.

They ate in comfortable silence, Hobie occasionally slipping a berry past Doll’s lips just to see the way it flushed embersadly at how his thumb brushed idly against its lower lip.

At some point, he found himself lying back, hands folded behind his head, watching skeletal branches sway against the endless black sky. “You ever wonder what it’d be like? To be one of ‘em?” He nodded toward the worn-down graves. “Just a name no one remembers?”

Doll sat still, gloved fingers tracing idle patterns into the lace cloth. “That’s why I leave them gifts,” it whispered, voice carrying like a breath on the wind. “So they know they’re not fully forgotten.”

Hobie turned his head, dark eyes unbearably soft as they found Doll’s face. “I think you’re one of the kindest souls I’ve ever met, Doll.”

Doll tilted its head, the motion eliciting a faint, delicate creak. To most, its expression would be unreadable—but Hobie saw the pure adoration in its gaze. “And you are the most beautiful thing to ever step foot in this cemetery.”

A breathless chuckle escaped Hobie, the corners of his mouth quirking up slightly. “Flatterer.”

Doll only leaned closer, its presence intoxicating, its breath ghosting over his skin. The fog thickened around them as if the world itself wished to cocoon them in eerie intimacy.

Hobie reached up, his fingers grazing the rounded corners of Doll’s jaw, his calloused touch a stark contrast to its flawless porcelain skin.

“I mean it,” Doll murmured, its voice like an old music box playing in an abandoned house—haunting, enchanting, eternal.

Hobie’s grin softened into something quieter, something deeper. And there, in the hush of the graveyard, where time stood still, he closed the space between them.

The kiss was slow, unrushed by time—soft yet intense, fleeting yet infinite. Doll tasted like the very fog that curled around them, like something just beyond reach even though it was right there, something eternal.

When they finally parted, Hobie rested his forehead against Doll’s, breath shallow, grin lazy but utterly genuine. “You really know how to set the mood, huh?”

Doll’s laugh rang out, that hauntingly beautiful sound that made his heart clench. It cradled his face in its gloved hands, touch impossibly gentle. “I merely exist in their world. Fate does the rest.”

Hobie chuckled, pulling Doll down beside him as the cemetery’s fog curled around them like a lover’s embrace. “Guess that’s why I love you...”

And in that long since forgotten graveyard, untouched by the living world for centuries, the dead bore witness to something so undeniably alive.

[angel-selfshipper]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ꒰꒰ 🧷 ┊“𝙃𝙊𝘽𝙄𝙀” ꒱꒱

The bouquet trembled in Doll’s grasp, delicate fingers curling around the stems with a gentleness that betrayed the storm brewing beneath it's skin. Doubt coiled tight, thorned vines wrapping around its chest, making it harder to breathe with each passing second.

The lilies—once pristine, their white petals a symbol of untouched beauty—had withered at the edges, curling inward as decay kissed their rounded tips with a soft brown hue. Four hours. That’s how long Doll had spent agonizing over whether it should give them to him.

They weren’t beautiful. Not in the way of lavish bouquets wrapped in silk ribbons, the kind that lovers gifted one another in grand, sweeping gestures. Not like the vibrant red roses sitting pretty in overpriced florists’ windows, waiting for someone to mistake their cost for meaning.

These lilies were different. Stolen—traded for a handful of polished stones, if you asked Doll—from an abandoned cemetery near its home. Their stems were still damp from the fog that lingered like ghosts, the scent of rain intricately laced with the rich earth they had once called home.

They weren’t enough...

And yet, when the door swung open, Hobie stood there, his sharp, breathtaking gaze landing on the bouquet. In an instant, his entire face lit up—like the sun cresting the horizon, warm and golden, chasing away the cold. His smile sent a sharp ache through Doll’s chest, so deeply lovestruck it could hardly stand it.

“What’s all this, then?” His voice, to anyone else, might have sounded like lazy amusement, but Doll heard something deeper beneath it—something that made its heart stutter against the sharpness of it's ribs.

Doll ducked its head, that eerily haunting voice slipping from its lips like the first few notes of a music box playing in an abandoned house. “I just… wanted to give you flowers.” A pause. Fingers flexing against the withered stem. “They aren’t—they aren’t perfect. Or even good, really. They’re just…” The words crumbled before they could fully form, the weight of its own self doubt pressing heavy against its tongue.

Hobie scoffed—not cruel, but warm, like he thought the very idea of Doll doubting itself was absurd. He plucked the bouquet from its grasp with a tenderness that made its breath hitch, holding the wilted lilies up to his eyes and looking at them like they were made from the idea of love itself. His expression softened slightly, something so painfully tender settling in his deep brown eyes that it made Doll’s stomach twist.

“Are you completely mad?” he teased, flashing that sharp, wolfish grin, smile bright against the darkness of the hallways dim lighting. “These are beautiful!”

Doll blinked, eyes wide, as if he had just told it the sky was neon green. “But they’re wilted...”

“So?” Hobie arched a brow, as if the very thought of him caring about such a thing was ridiculous. “They ain’t some store bought rubbish. That alone makes ‘em better than any of that overpriced nonsense.”

He brought the bouquet to his nose, inhaling deeply. And then he speaks in a much softer ton, more intimate than before—“They smell like you.”

Doll’s breath caught in it's throat at hus words “Like you“. It always smelled of thick fog and freshly dug earth, like a cemetery after the rain.

Hobie tilted his head, looking down at it like it had just handed him the world. “Can’t believe you thought I’d want some soulless, factory-made nonsense over these.”

Doll’s fingers curled into the intricate lace of its sleeves, gaze flickering down to the bouquet now cradled in Hobie’s hands. He held it like something precious, something treasured, not just a bundle of wilted flowers stolen from an old graveyard.

“You really like them?”

Hobie stepped closer, the scent of old leather and worn cloth mixing with Doll’s much softer one. He reached up, calloused fingers brushing along the curve of its cheek, his touch as reverent as if he were tracing the delicate porcelain of a cherished antique. “Luv” he murmured, thumb ghosting over its skin. “I love them just as much as I love you.”

Something in Doll cracked wide open, the weight of its shame dissolving like mist under the morning sun. Hobie loved them? Hobie loved them!

“T-Thank Y—” The words barely had time to escape before Hobie was pulling it into his arms, laughter rumbling against Doll’s chest.

Maybe, just maybe, Doll would have to bring him flowers more often.

[angel-selfshipper]

14 Days of Cupid's Arrow➴

Ah, the month of love is almost upon us! Come indulge in a romantic and creative way to spend it with your f/o's! In this event, there will be prompts prepared starting from February 1st up until the 14th. Each day is assigned with a different prompt for you to work with. From the classics of flowers, chocolates, letters, to even handling unexpected incidents on dates!

You are free to use the prompts and make your own spin of it. Create moodboards, playlists, prompts, dialogue, or even art between you and your beloved. Spend a bit of time spoiling them as much as they spoil you for this lovely month!

𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 | 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Note: OC's are more than welcome to join! This is all about having fun and celebrating this lovely month with your faves. I will be quite strict with keeping the participants safe and comfortable throughout the event. Interactions and reblogs are highly encouraged here. If you have any questions, feel free to send me an ask or message!

𝟙𝟜 𝔻𝕒𝕪𝕤; 𝟙𝟜 ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕤

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏: 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬! 𝐂𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬

Who's most likely to gift the other flowers? What kind of flowers would they be? Just a single kind or a variety of them? Would it be a bouquet, flower crown, perhaps a garland?

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐: 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡!

Which one between you and your fave is a foodie? Only one? Both of you? Who's cooking for who? Will the two of you cook for each other?

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟑: 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐥' 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬

Anyone's love language as words of affirmation written in ink? What would your letter to them be like? Them to you? How would you or your fave react to receiving one?

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟒: 𝐂𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞, 𝐭𝐞𝐚, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲

Let's add a little bit of twist to regular cafe dates, yes? Themed ones! An animal themed cafe? Museum? Retro? Cartoon? Have fun and be creative!

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟓: 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞!

We've done words of affirmation, let's go with gift giving! Who's the artistic and crafty one between you and your fave? The one more likely to make their own gift. Perhaps crocheted items? Sewn outfits? Portrait? DIY accessories?

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟔: 𝐀𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬~

You and your fave have been invited to a masquerade ball! Did the two of you come together? What outfit will you two wear? Will the two of you recognize each other amidst the crowd?

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟕: 𝐀𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞; 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲

Are the two of you in matching pajamas while watching a movie in bed? Take out for dinner and an impromptu dancing in the kitchen vibe? Helping the other with their skincare routine? Cuddles while wrapped in a wam and fluffy blanket?

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟖: 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮!

Anyone here a fan of plushies? Do you and your fave gift each other one? What plushie would they most likely give you? Which kind reminds one of the other?

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟗: 𝐀 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

What's a place you and your f/o have the most fond memories of? Somewhere the two of you regularly visit? Perhaps it's a tradition to visit this said location?

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟎: 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬…

Did anyone make plans that may not have turned out the way they wanted to? How do you and your fave react to such unexpected events? Is there a contingency plan perhaps?

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟏: 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝!

Yes, a classic— but romantic nonetheless, no? Do you and your fave regularly visit the beach? Who's more likely to start messing around and splashing the other with water? Maybe a little more fancy with a bottle of wine while watching the sun kiss the horizon goodnight?

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟐: 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐧��𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

Who's got a sweet tooth? You? Your fave? Both of you? Who's giving the chocolates and who's devouring them? What are each other's go-to chocolates?

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟑: 𝐈𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

If set in a different universe, what would you and your fave be? It can be modern, historical, fantasy, or even sci-fi! Just show your fave some love and assurance that you'll always love them no matter what. And them to you!

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟒: 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝!

Anything goes for this particular prompt! Well, as long as you don't use any of the prompts prior to this. This day is just for you and your f/o. How are the two of you spending it the way you both want to?

©silentgravesdontexist

[angel-selfshipper]

hi angel!! I have epic brainrot which makes me think of greek mythology which makes me think of percy jackson which of made me think of you^^ so I have a few questions for remedy, will and nico if you don't mind

does remedy have a godly parent? and if yes who? also

how did he meet will and nico?

how did they all get together?? did someone confess first? were 2 of them already dating and then they asked for a third??

what movie would they watch for movie night?

what do their godly parents think of their partners? like what does hades think of will and remedy, etc.

i can't actually remember if you ever specified them all dating so if any of the questions dot apply uh.. feel free to ignore or reword it😅

@i-put-the-s4p-in-s4pphic

Haiii Frankie!!! The fact that Percy Jackson made you think of me?! I’m honestly super duper honored and ridiculously excited! Feel free to ask about Will, Nico, or Remedy whenever you like... Their like my ultimate main selfship so their always gonna be on my mind!

Also feel free to give me your thoughts on either Remedy or their relationship if you'd like! You can comment, reblog, send another ask, send a DM, anything your comfortable with really <3 /platonic

Does Remedy have a godly parent?

- Drum roll Please... Remedy's godly parent is none other than Asclepius himself—the literal Greek god of healing and medicine! Like, can you even imagine the friendships between him and all the campers? (The poor things almost all have some sorta chronic pain and remedy has a healing aura around him the make sit feel better)

- Remedy was originally meant to be my OC and a kid of Apollo, but when the selfship vibes hit me the godly lineage almost instantly switched to Asclepius. And can we talk about how PERFECT that is for him? Like, he's the best healer at camp with the most wholesome himbo vibes you've ever seen. His whole charachter is just chef’s kiss!

- Sidenote: There’s also a much more... "Problematic" selfship of mine involving Apollo, his cabin, and another one of my self insert. Buuut I'll leave that for another day :3

How did he meet Will and Nico?

- Remedy being a child of Asclepius means he’s basically a healing prodigy even among Apollo kids... Soooo of course he was recruited worked in the infirmary!

- That's where he met our none other than his future boyfriend, Will Solace! And can you guess what happened then? They became besties faster than the gods can run away from taking care of their children. It was like that one thing in movies where they look at each other and instantly know "That's my soulmate <3".

- When Will finally started dating Nico, his first thought was that their all gonna be the bestest of friends... Annnd of course remedy was absaloutly OBSESSED with the idea! The minute he was with both Will and Nico in the same room for the first time was when he finally felt absaloutly complete. He then proceeded to chalk it up as just platonic feelings (I know that it is like that for some people but it's definitely not what remedy was feeling in that exact moment.)

- Nico di Angelo on the other hand was... Let's just say less than thrilled. Picture a stray cat that's lived in the streets his whole life hissinng at a super duper friendly golden retriever that's never once had a single negative thought, that's the exact type of relashionship that Nico had with Remedy at first. Nico was kind of standoffish and lowkey gave off grumpy tsundere vibes. Remedy on the other hand? Completely unbothered! He was just patiently vibing through it all until Nico finally warmed up to him.

- Fun fact: Remedy still has several scars across his body from when he tried to hug nico during their first meeting, both of them were scolded by Will after that.

How did they all get together? Did someone confess first? Were two of them dating and then added a third??

- let me tell you that you better buckle up for the fluffiest slow burn romance novel type relashionship of your dreams! Or nightmares depending on what type of book genre you prefer...

- Technically they’re not even officially together yet! but oh my ever loving gods, the romantic tension? The absaloute longing? The whole thing of “do we say it out loud or just keep tightrope walking the line between platonic and romantic soulmates”? It’s 100% REAL.

- The actually truth is that they’re all absaloutly head over heels in love with each other... But Remedy? He’s on the aroace spectrum and probably going to identify as borearomantic and boreasexual once he figures it all out, so for now he’s just sitting there incredibly confused with his own feelings.

- HOWEVER thanks to a patient game of affection twords Remedy from the two others they’re practically a polycule already. They do absaloutly everything under the sun that could be considered romantic: hand holding, lap sitting, Cuddling together, literal kisses, you get the picture <3

- Whenever they’re apart they carry pieces of the other two with them! Nico practically lives in Remedy’s oversized black hoodies because in his own words "There is no possible way he's wearing the bright ones out in public".

- Eros himself is JEALOUS of how completely intertwined these three are... I am literally screaming into a pillow from how cute they are together! it's platonic, It's romantic, It's love, It’s chaos, It’s EVERYTHING.

What movie would they watch for movie night?

- Weekly movie nights are definitely something the three of them do in the Hades cabin! Thanks to Leo’s abilities in tech and Remedy's ability to make friends with absaloutly everyone, the three of them have ALL the streaming services (Made untraceable by all the monsters of course).

- Will is a die hard Encanto fan because, Julieta is his maternal soulmate after all. He tears up during “Dos Oruguitas” every time and no one can convince me otherwise.

- Nico? He’s this spooky // artsy vibe in everything he does, including the movies he watches. His holy trinity is The Nightmare Before Christmas, Corpse Bride, and Coraline.

- Remedy is the #1 Studio Ghibli fan and will personally fight somebody if they say something mean aboth any of the movies. His ultimate fave however is definitely Ponyo, It’s basically pure serotonin in movie form for him.

What do their godly parents think of their partners?

- Hades is a little... wary of the two at first. He’s definitely the overprotective parent who just wants to make sure his son doesn't get hurt. Both of them have their flaws of course but Hades does see how hard they try to be good partners to Nico! He secretly wants the trio to carry on his “tradition” and spend part of the year in the Underworld.

- Apollo is ABSALOUTLY THRILLED. He brags nonstop about how his kids (aka Will) allways have the best eye for romantic partners. He’s constantly teasing Will about the “situationship” and nudging him to just ask Remedy to join already, he'd never purposely push his son's boundaries though. He's actually is quite proud of his son for getting not one but TWO awesome partners <3

- Asclepius is honestly more reserved—he’s proud of Remedy but keeps his pride for his son more on the subtle aide. He sees how the trio balances each other and is honestly here for it. He’s a tiny bit biased toward Will (don’t tell Nico or he might get pouty), but he really just wants Remedy to be happy with whoever he choses.

[angel-selfshipper]

📂 for remedy👀👀 (awesome name btw)

@i-put-the-s4p-in-s4pphic

Thank you sooo much for the ask Frankie!!! Since you mentioned how you liked his name, I'll share a little fact about how he got it :3

♱ Fun fact... Remedy's name was chosen by his mother as a testament to the healing effect he had on her body during her pregnancy. Before she got pregnant she was in a decent amount of pain due to her untreated medical issues (Nothing lethal), but throughout her pregnancy she began to feel more and more relief from that the more he grew. She often referred to him with the nickname "my remedy" in a joking manner, but when the time did come she decided to make it his legal name.

[angel-selfshipper]

Send 📂 for facts about my OCs.

[angel-selfshipper]

I was planning to answer the asks about Finley, but when I checked my askbox Tumblr had ate them all… HOWEVER if we were to look on the bright side this gives me a perfect excuse to ramble about my favorite self insert for my favorite fictional others (Nico and Will). His name is Remedy, and he’s an absolute dumbass—affectionately speaking, of course. Feel free to send me absolutely any questions you can think of! I love coming up with niche little details for him.

[angel-selfshipper]

this is a sign to give your f/os a little bit of belly fat. As a treat :3

[angel-selfshipper]

~♡Poly Selfshippers and Fictoromantics are valid by the way. You and your multiple partners are valid and don't let anyone else tell you otherwise. Your partners still love you no matter what♡~

[angel-selfshipper]

You ever wanna gush about your f/o but they're so perfect you're at a loss for words so you just sit there like