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Selfship Template Masterlist!

i make templates now because theyre super fun,,, so here's a masterlist !!!

please please no com/pro/darkship!!!!!!!!!!!!!

selfship template

meet my s/i template

meet my f/o template

selfship this or that template

favorite things about my f/o template

selfship q&a template

this will be updated as i make more! feel tree to suggest some :)

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f/ovember ask game ~

♥️ - what's your absolute most favorite thing about s/i, if you had to narrow it down to one thing.

🐍 - if you two could own any pet, which pet would you own? is there any mythological pets or pets that are illegal to own where you live that you would like?

🕷️ - are either of you afraid of insects? who kills the spiders when one of you is scared? otherwise, who lets them out of the house?

⭐ - do either of you believe in zodiac signs? do you think your and s/is are compatible?

🌹 - what flower do you associate with s/i? if they were a field of flowers, what flowers would they be?

🌲 - do you have a favorite place to go with s/i? why Is it your favorite?

🐦‍⬛ - if you and s/i were birds, what kind of birds do you think you would be?

🌙 - do you like the nighttime? would you consider yourself a night owl? how about s/i?

🍒 - do you bake? do you and s/i bake together? do you have a go-to treat to make?

🐸 - ignoring s/is favorite animal, whats an animal that you associate with them?

🐈‍⬛ - do you prefer cats or dogs? is there any reason why?

⚜️ - have you and s/i ever traveled together before? is there anywhere you would like to take s/i?

🎀 - do you have a favorite outfit that s/i wears? what does it look like? do you ever help them pick out outfits?

🥬 - what's a meal, snack, or drink you introduced to s/i that they like? whats one that they introduced to you?

🖤 - has s/i ever told you a specific style of clothing that would look nice on you? what kind?

🐤 - would you and s/i ever live on a farm? what animals would you have? if you already do, what animals do you have currently?

🎈 - how do you like to celebrate s/i's birthday?

🌱 - do you like gardening? if so, what do you plant? and if you don't garden, whats something you would like to plant?

♣️ - do you ever play card games with s/i? do you have a favorite?

🐠 - do you like the ocean? do you have a favorite sea creature?

🖍️ - do you have a fun/silly pastime you like to engage in with s/i? what is it?

🍵 - do you ever make s/i tea or coffee? what kind? if you don't make them tea or coffee, is there something else you make for them? like hot chocolate?

✒️ - do you write s/i letters? or does s/i write you letters? both?

💛 - if you didnt know s/i, what would you guess their favorite color is?

💄 - what does a morning with you and s/i look like? do you have a routine, anything you two do together to get ready?

☘️ - do you have any superstitions? and quirks you do to follow those superstitions? (i.e, ringing bells before you leave the house to ask the spirits to watch over your home, knocking on wood to bring good luck, not opening umbrellas indoors, things like that.)

🎧 - is there any music that s/i listens to that youve started to like?

🌼 - do you give s/i flowers? how often do you give them flowers? what kind?

🍎 - is s/i picky? are you picky? if you go out to eat with s/i, is there any food you or they put on the others plate that you wont eat? (giving someone the pickles off of their burger, croutons off of their salad)

📗 - do you journal? what do you journal about? does s/i journal? have they ever let you read what they write?

🕸️ - do you like horror movies? does s/i like them? do you watch them together?

☀️ - how do you feel about the summertime?

feel free to use however you would like!!! please practice reblog karma and send an ask to someone if you reblog!!! I'm sure they would love some asks! feel free to send me some, as well, if you so choose.

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Florence looks like she’d enjoy skiing :)

I could see her and Sloan going skiing, but it would be a total disaster!

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If I put a picture of Florence here would you give headcannons cuz it's my birthday...🥺🥺🥺

Pretty please...

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Alamo by Alec Benjamin feels very Venture-y to me

RAGHHHHHHHHH

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While I'm still working on the doodle things send in these so I can ramble about my silly little poet :] (florence)

domestic life f/o ask game!

🛌 - do you and your f/o sleep in the same bed? if you do, do you have a favorite and least favorite thing about sleeping together?

💐 - do you have a garden? what does it look like? do you instead keep flowers in your home? what kind?

🪺 - what does your dream back/front yard look like?

⛈️ - what do you do when there's bad storms? is there anything you do to comfort each other? or maybe you like to watch the storms?

🧭 - what's your ideal travel spot? if you could own a vacation home with your f/o, where would your home be?

🎂 - do you have any special birthday celebrations you partake in every year?

🎇 - do you and your f/o have a favorite holiday to celebrate together? what is it? do you have different holidays you like celebrating?

🔑 - which one of you locks themselves out of the house more often?

🛀 - do you and your f/o take baths together? do you have a favorite bath salt or soap to use when you do?

🌡️ - when you or your f/o gets sick, do you take care of each other? what do you do?

☃️ - in the winter time, is there anything fun you two do together? make snowmen, snow angels, bake holiday treats?

🥧 - have you and your f/o tried to bake something together? how did it go? what did you make?

🃏 - if you and your f/o were to be snowed in for several days with no power, what would you two do to keep away boredom?

🎬 - is there a go to movie that you and your f/o watch on a movie night? do they have a favorite? who picks the movies?

🕯️ - do you keep candles in your home? what kinds of candles do you like? what kinds do your f/o like?

(reblog to use :) feel free to send me and anyone you see reblogging this some asks! have a nice day :D)

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Having an f/o be like :

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Having an f/o be like :

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Reblog game for silly fun-

Reblog with your f/o and/or s/i and I'll give them a silly shirt,,,

Example!

(Maximum of one for each! Like one f/o and one s/i-!!)

Proship dni-

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Howdy hey! If you're still doing this...do you think you could do it with Venture? :D

Reblog game for silly fun-

Reblog with your f/o and/or s/i and I'll give them a silly shirt,,,

Example!

(Maximum of one for each! Like one f/o and one s/i-!!)

Proship dni-

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You are loved.

CW: mental health, implied trauma, angst, self-worth issues Tags: talking, hurt/comfort 1.5k words Notes: a few things. I'm alive, hooray! I've had some insane writer's block, which hasn't been fun. That being said -- sometimes what might be written isn't "good", and sometimes just putting something into words is what makes it worth writing. At some point in my life, I was informed that you need to put something valuable into your writing to have others find value in it. A part of yourself or some other profound idea. I wrote this because yes, I love Sloan, and they're certainly a coping mechanism -- but also because I want anyone who reads this and understands to know that they aren't alone.

Pero

You feel like it always boils down to this — laying on the floor, eyes to the dancing lights of some cheap impulse-bought disco ball, hands inches from each other, body heat seeping into yours like water for a particularly dry plant. 

Despite that heat, their heat, you always wind up shivering. 

The body keeps score, you hear, but what wouldn’t you do for your body to forget?

You’d do a lot. 

An ungodly amount. 

But you, laying on the floor with a nonexistent chill making your diaphragm tremble like tectonic plates before an earthquake, can do nothing to forget. 

You have an awful memory — because you forget, but also because you tend to remember the worst.

And Sloan — because what could they do really? — lays down on your shitty, cheap carpeted floor with you. 

They don’t touch you. 

You don’t know if you’d let them, really — If you have it in you to share your body with even the gentlest, kindest soul you know. Skin on yours — you were so sick of the feeling. You know every twinge in your gut (the body keeps score—), even as they only love you, and you know every word you’d think to keep from shriveling up like a flower left to dry. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” Their voice is slow, patient. A practiced question you’d heard for years — back when it was much more forced, for no other reason than to simply get the words out. Feelings never came easy to Sloan — you’d been there for the worst of it.

Was this the worst of you? And how long had you asked yourself that? Does it get worse? When would it get better? Were you better at all?

The worst thing about your moments on the floor is that they were infinite — long, all-encompassing blips in time that felt like they’d span for eternity. There weren’t minutes or seconds, only every thought in your head that you pushed back while you were on your feet. You valued productivity.

“I don’t want to bother you,” and what a weak response. It always came to that — that you could know you wouldn’t bother them with your grief, but the feeling never let up. Knowing and believing were not inherently mutually inclusive factors.

Your chest trembles, and you try to both tense in rebuttal and force yourself to relax. You make it worse for your trouble. 

The brush of a pinky against yours, and the inherent twitch you give ceases the action all together. 

You don’t need to look at them to feel their eyes on you — Sloan was a starer. They tried not to be, tried to be more discreet as they got older, but they perceived so much (too much) with their eyes. Their work — relics, scripts, scholarship. You suppose you might as well be work — in a way. 

You could always feel their gaze. You weren’t someone to stare. Least of all to look at someone staring at you. Least of all — in this instance. 

Maybe you were selfish to be afraid you might see what you felt mirrored back at you. You were selfish to avoid the look your pain might bring to someone else — to avoid that you hurt people for no other reason than the fact they cared. Empathy — and you would not look at Sloan, too afraid to see proof of concept. 

Or maybe it wouldn’t be there — Sloan had gotten good at hiding how they were feeling. Their work, you knew — not the archaeology, but the other one. 

More reason you shouldn’t bother them. 

“Pero you know it doesn’t bother me.”

“Pero I think it will.”

“Pero,” you could hear the pressure in their voice — you’d known them too long for them to not get short with you when you were being difficult, “I don’t care if it does. Te quiero mucho.” Cheater. “dime qué pasa.”

Sloan could never not surprise you, and the softness in their voice does just that. But, because they truly have grown so much from the standoffish pre-teen you met so long ago, they backtrack gently (haltingly, a little awkward but sincere—), “Unless you don’t want to — seriously. Pero — you would for me, if it was,” you feel the slight breeze as they wave a hand in gesture, “cambiado.”

And that’s always the kicker — people always say treat others how you want to be treated. They never say let yourself be treated the way you treat others. For some, that could be karma — a kick to the gut, a cruel word, a sharp slap. For others — this. 

Let yourself be loved. 

You wonder a lot about… you don’t know. About whether or not you’re meant to be loved — as more than a friend or a body. You wonder often if there’s something in you, something you don’t see but you worry is there, that marks you as someone easy to change. To be loved is to be changed, but not all love should change you. You sometimes think the only way you’ve been loved is through changing — changing how you act, your boundaries, your time, your priorities. That people look at you and know you’ll change over and over again to be loved. 

A type of love that you don’t think you’ve felt for anyone, and that love is what you try your best to give over and over. If you do enough for someone, then you must love them and they must love you. And for some instances — it’s not even love. It’s just you being there. It’s you. Your body, your laugh, your smile — something about you that says that you can be used and you’ll think that is your fault.

 Maybe you’re proving everything right by questioning yourself at all. You want love — the type of love that shows that you are wanted for who you are and not who you could be or what you could give. You worry so much that you’ll want that so hard that you’ll give everything up again. That if no one — no one good at this point — has loved you like that then that must mean it’s not meant for you. 

You’re trying to not think that. That there is something in you that is lovable — maybe not in the way you want, but that you are lovable. Because you are loved. You are loved, you are loved, you are loved. But knowing something and believing something and feeling someone all operate on such different axes — you are waiting for the moment they intersect. X and y and z — and you don’t want someone else to make them touch, you want it to be yourself. You want to know, believe, and feel how you love yourself. 

You’re working on that. 

You close your eyes. 

You are loved — and there’s proof beside you. Proof in your phone, down the street, across the state, from graves and bodies eaten away by time, from memories and words, meals, gifts — you are loved. 

The only one who didn’t seem to love you was you — but you’re working on that. 

Your body shudders like thunder after lightning has struck, but no other movement has been made except the careful inhale and exhale of your lungs. 

You move your pinky, and when they take not even a second to link and squeeze, you could cry. 

You are loved.

“I just get afraid sometimes,” you whisper to the room, pretending that maybe they aren’t there to hear, “that…something might be wrong with me. I’m working on it though.”

You feel calluses on their finger — you don’t have to see the scars on their hands to know they’re there. 

Sloan is quiet, and you know their tactics enough to know that it’s them wanting you to speak more. 

Unfortunately — while Sloan was an unstoppable force, you were an unmovable object. They cave after silence sits for too long, “Quieres consejo, para ventilar, o comodidad?”

You don’t hesitate, “comfort.”

You are loved. 

The shift of their tough skin doesn’t make you ache — though your body shakes. You don’t feel the nausea quite as badly as you’d expected, or the urge to shrink away that you battle so often with calm down, it’s temporary. 

Their palm presses to yours and warm fingers knot with your own. 

“No creo que nada te esté pasando,” they say quietly, and you feel that gaze more than before. You don’t know what they see. “I think you’re —“ they stutter for a moment, words jumbling because Sloan has always battled for (as they quote) the right words, “amazing. You’re kind, smart, and — you’re funny. You make me happy — and I know you make other people happy. You might think there’s something wrong with you, but I don’t think anyone who knows you would agree with you. Que eres preciosa.”

You feel that heat near you. Truly. You feel how it sinks into your bones, the sweat of it on your skin. 

This — it was all proof of concept, the truest form of empathy. Just laying on your bedroom floor, everything else in the world forgotten except for the person beside you. 

“You’re lovely too.” 

Your voice cracks, but Sloan doesn’t say a word. You only feel that warmth, sinking much farther into you, as their hand tightens around yours. 

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Making progress on that one drawing I said I was doing and then procrastinated a bunch, just gotta color everything in and render it all together 😮‍💨

I will get this done before Halloween I wanna do other projects

I know it's been over a month since I started this don't judge me 🤦‍♀️

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To those of you that sent in doodle requests for the ask game....they are currently being worked on! I prommy :) <-is planning something devious

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Totally not distracting myself from my tober prompts with this...anyways!! Doing this for Florence and Venture!!

ANOTHER selfship ask game!!!

ART ADDITION!!!!

draw yourself and your f/o

🧥: wearing eachothers clothes

🔄: bodyswapped!

📺: genre swapped!!

🌹: on a date!

😠: arguing :(

🥰: sweet talking eachother :)

💉: taking care of the other while sick

🗡️: in an angsty situation!

🌸: in a fluffy situation!

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I hope all my followers have sweet Venture dreams tonight, I hope they give you lots of hugs and kisses and cuddles and tell you that they love you a thousand times over 🙂‍↕️

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Venture Snuggles