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Shoutout to all of us who didn't choose our f/o. The kind of f/o that called out to us, pulling us towards them, as if they're the one who chose us.

That was fate. Yes, you're that fictional character's soulmate.

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weird and off-putting but endearingly so

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I'm very proud of myself for recognizing I need rest & saying no to further activities today after 2 appointments I had to do! Jesse is cuddling me as reward rn ♥

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Strong-looking vulnerable men......Strong-looking vulnerable men.

You know the type. Big hands, big shoulders, could probably bench-press a car, but the moment they sit down, they look like they’re carrying the weight of the whole damn universe. Eyes that are just a little too soft for a face that sharp. Like, are you okay? Do you need a hug? Do you want to cry into my arms for three hours?

They look like they could destroy you, but deep down, you know they'd rather let themselves break first. What is it about them? Why do they look like they could hold you together when they’re clearly held together with duct tape and desperation? It’s unhinged. It’s unfair. I want to fix them. Or maybe I want to fall apart with them. I don’t even know anymore.

I love them so much they make me lose myself

AAAAAAHHHHHH

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Jesse is the type of gruff guy who has mini-cowboy hat for his pet

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Shout out to the neurodivergent selfshippers

Shout out to the selfshippers with fankids

Shout out to the queer selfshippers

Shout out to the trans/nonbinary/genderfluid/agender etc. selfshippers

Shout out to the selfshippers who don't get enough attention in the community yall deserve better fr

Shout out to the selfshippers who struggle with SH & suicide ideation

Shout out to the selfshippers who have depression and/or anxiety

Shout out to the selfshippers with only platonic f/os

💞Take care your f/o loves you! <3💞

PROSHIPPERS DNI THIS DOSE NOT APPLY TO YOU!!

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Bun's Selfship Promo!

So we're all doing promotional posts now? :D Yippee! Sounds fun!

[artwork by artwork.ns + explosivewhales. Divider by plum98.]

🤎 I'm Bun and I am a selfshipper (obviously!). I selfship just for fun and healing and as a source of creativity. 🤎 I am also a writer! You can find me over on AO3 at ardhoniel_evenstar. I love writing reader-insert fics. 🤎 I'm over 18 and I'm British. 🤎 My blog is NOT a fandom blog, it is a selfship blog. Sometimes I may post/reblog fandomy things but as far as I am concerned, fandom spaces are the Blighttown of the internet (Blighttown being an infamously hated place in Dark Souls 1 "due to its unique and harsh level of difficulty from its hostile and toxic environment." That is all I will say.) 🤎 I have multiple F/Os that take turns to rotate in my mind. Right now, it's Jack Marston from Red Dead Redemption 1. 🤎 I am iffy about sharing some of them; sometimes I am okay with it, sometimes I am not. It kind of depends on where I am mentally and whether I think you're an okay person or not. 🤎 I curate my internet experience accordingly. 🤎 Anyone is free to interact with me, but please see the above point: I reserve the right to block liberally if the vibes are off or if I see something I really, REALLY don't like. 🤎 My ask box is open and my DMs are open for mutuals. Please come and talk to me! I am always open to answering questions and getting to know people. Anon is turned off though because this website cannot be trusted with anon. 🤎 I love to support others with their selfship, even if I am not entirely sure who their F/O is! I love to see people gush about their F/O <3 🤎 I'm just here to have fun, get creative and thrive in a supportive community.

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showing me how sharp your canines are is flirting btw

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We have once again reached the same impasse as with Blazkowicz: me fearing Jacob is too sexual for me to make him happy and it sucks

At least with Jacob it's not as pronounced in canon, both determinant by how good you are at QTEs or by choices so I can just avoid those moments

He's such dork I can't imagine him being this suave dirty talker or him being troubled how inexperienced I am so this loops back around in my logic to being ''safe'' and not causing distress

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pov climbing your f/o like a tree to give them a smooch

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tag ur self ship

proship dni

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POV: You're Justice who sees their saviour at Rentier manor

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uhm, could you do just some general headcanons for jacob custos, preferably x gender neutral reader

uhm i am going to be so honest with you, i hate jacob custos LOLLLL i will be removing him from my requests and not accept anything from him anymore, but i will give you what you requested!!

Jacob Custos Headcanons

x GN!reader

✫ Jacob Custos who is very insecure about how he presents himself and what other people thinks of him (when he's turning into a werewolf he's degrading himself while other people degrade others) but trusts himself with you and to be himself.

✫ Jacob Custos who will drag you back to bed and beg you to sleep with him a couple more minutes and will not take no for an answer.

✫ Jacob Custos who is very protective of you and will do anything to keep you safe from anyone he sees a threat, whenever he sees some guy he looks over to see if you notice he won't do anything unless you directly say him to.

✫ Jacob Custos who has trouble sleeping and going on camps or hikes after the events as the summer camp, but you often calm him down and prevent him from spiralling.

✫ Jacob Custos who literally sucks at playing video games and hates horror video games, even if you manage to let him play a horror video game with you he forces you to take the controller and gets more scared than you.

✫ Jacob Custos who always tries something like skipping a stone, doing a water bottle trick, throwing something into a bin like a basket ball and when he succeeds he begs you to watch him do it again and fails miserably, every time.

✫ Jacob Custos who is always touching you somehow, whether its leaning against you, having a hand across your shoulders, a hand on your knee or even just remotely touching shoulders.

✫ Jacob Custos who takes the worst pictures in the world, usually they're blurry or the angle's all wrong - but somehow, somehow he manages to make you look good in them every time.

✫ Jacob Custos who turns everything into a competition, if you're walking down the street "Race you to the bench!--" or tries to do a popcorn throwing competition, if you win he acts all pouty for a couple minutes.

✫ Jacob Custos who cannot handle if you maintain eye contact for two long, when he notices he starts freaking out. "W--What are you looking at? Do I have something on my face?'

✫ Jacob Custos who will randomly get food or cook things at the worst times, you could literally be in bed and look over and he's randomly spawned in a bowl of cereal and you're so confused because it's fully 11pm?

alright alright, we might bring him back in the future - but for now, say goodbye to jacob yall

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the scene where Robin Hood stares straight at Marian and says he loves her more than life itself will always be the most romantic & tender thing I've ever heard and it altered my brain & shaped the way I see my own self ships

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For the record. If a fictional character helps you feel a lot better about your body or image. It's better than nothing at all. You deserve to be loved.

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Summary: Jesse confesses to Justice. // Tw for f-slur usage in affectionate/comedic manner & usage of c-slur

@yuiaka @the-green-knight @princess-hope-selfships @wuffverine

@thirst-thirst-no-mi

Jesse Rentier sat at the bar in Calico while stars shone on the night sky outside. Seat next to him creaked and smirk danced on Jesse's lips as he knew exactly who sat next to him to enjoy some booze.

''What's on your mind?''

Edgar, his now retired partner, gruff-ed with a arched brow and bottle of whiskey. His one eye never left Jesse's form as he took gulp of the bottle.

Rentier, who had been playing with his own glass of booze, chuckled. ''Shit, that's what.'' he muttered and gulped the liquid down. He didn't pay attention to Edgar's dismissive scoff as he poured the last of his booze in the glass to be consumed.

The bar was quite full tonight, as the agents and civilians alike were celebrating the recent fall of the most horrifying sanguine attacks in the several areas of their dear homeland for decades. It was also celebration of resurrection of Rentier institute, with Emilia Blackwater and Jesse Rentier as partners to lead the agents into golden age.

Despite the dancing, joyful chatting, games and several instruments playing Jesse was not in the mood. Edgar could tell quite easily, with years behind his belt knowing the man.

''The long face despite us fucking Felicity real good and saving the president and USA? Not like you Jess.''

Another soundless chuckle and more booze down the throat. The maids at the bar kept the liquid coming all night.

Edgar gave up on trying to gauce answer out of silent Jesse and let his eyes glide over the bar. Rentier had habit of finding secluded spaces in parties and this was no different, the older man could see everyone from their spot.

His eyes landed on one particular person. Dancing with no worries and wide grin, hand on their skirt keeping fabric from hitting the floor was Justice Delaney. Their eyes were closed and dancing was messy but still elegant. The candles illuminated them like angel, etherial in their joy.

Edgar's gaze returned back to his drinking companion. Jesse's back was to him, as he had turned around, hand absently swishing the booze in his glass. The gaze tick hunter had on looking at Justice was soft, smile more sincere Edgar had seen in years. His eyes didn't leave the dancing maid even when his ex-partner tried snapping his fingers in his vision.

''You sweet on that Justice or what?''

Edgar's words snapped Jesse out of the spell he had been under. The speed he turned back around to face his retired friend was fast, honed by years of being vampire hunter.

''What? Fuck no.'' He exclaimed before dunking more booze.

''Bullshit! You're practically eating that maid up with your eyes!''

The words caused Jesse to have coughing fit and some booze landed on his armor. He let out disgusted noise. Eyes gave stern look to Edgar who was merely amused by the display.

''If you aren't, it's no big deal to ask her for dance.'' Edgar dared with mischievous glint in his eyes and smug smirk. He would trap Jesse with no way out.

''You know I don't dance Edgar.'' The first try was dismissed with a wave of hand.

The man with eye-patch leaned back, his smug demeanor continued. ''Well then it's no big deal if you went and gave her a kiss right?''

''Like hell I'm doing that.'' Jesse grumbled but his cheeks were dusted pink which only spurred his drinking buddy on.

''Guess I'm going to have to tell other agents The Great Rentier is too afraid to talk to a woman. You'll be laughing stock for days Jesse, remember the last time?''

The glass and the man stopped halfway from taking chug. The last time Jesse was teased and laughed at was decades ago, when he was mere runt, shortest of all to-be agents in training, before his height spurt. Everyone said William Rentier's son wasn't fit for field duty and should be forced to be pencil-pusher for the rest of his life, tucked away in the manor to avoid bringing shame to his father and institute. The laughing and whispers and the deep, uncomfortable silence whenever he appeared in the room with agents.. The memories were as clear as ever, the way he forced himself to train harder, gain muscle, stop voicing his opinion in case someone called him stupid or ape again.. The laughter ringed in his ears, slowly mixed with the piano music overpowering the bar, before fading into nothingness.

Part of the reason why Justice felt so safe to be around, was they never called Jesse dumb or looked down on him for not understanding science or have way with words. He hadn't been surprised when he had realized he was sweet on the Delaney but had promised to never tell. His dead father had been absolute if he were to have wife, there would be heirs, pencil pushing,being overworked and absent father like his own, loss of wife and perhaps the love of his life just like his father..

So Jesse had decided to never let it show he was sweet on the maid. Years past, as younger man he had been successful, never showing the Delaney maid was his favorite among the staff at the manor. Smile here and there, maybe little defending when their antics had negative consequences.. Nothing major so no one suspected.

And yet, it had led to this. Despite trusting Edgar with his very life, Jesse had never again trusted anyone with the matters of his mind and feelings since youth. He had barely been able to let Justice take glimpse at the man he was, besides and disregarding all the violence and tick hunting.

''Fuck you Edgar! Using that card.'' He hissed between his teeth, aggressively downed his glass of booze, before storming off. Edgar took better position in his seat and took casual swig.

Justice was oblivious to the man storming straight to them across the saloon. His expression caused the other dancers to disperse out of his way, as his face looked angry instead of focused. The maid continued dancing, in a way that made no sense to others, but was siren's call to Jesse. Come, take me, kiss me, hug me, love me

The maid yelped as their wrist was gripped, eyes snapped open and darted around, noticing the crowd staring and whispering, the music going on and on. The impulse to break free overtook them, drafted only by seeing just who was leading them away from the saloon into the beautiful night in desert.

Jesse's hold over Justice's wrist stayed as the pair stormed outside through the saloon doors. Little lanter above them was lit as signal of free rooms and saloon being open, illuminating the pair among the stars.

''You have power over me.'' Words were spoken hastily, in a whisper, in a tone so vulnerable the meaning of the words struck Justice. Mr Rentier never admitted being weak, some agents wondered had he heart at all, so the rumors went inside Calico.

The maid knew Rentier enough to know he hated when he wasn't in control, when he didn't have power over his own actions and body. How frustrating it must be to want to be strong and be so weak to yourself.

Their heavy breathing slowed down. Stars twinkled in the sky above and the piano in the saloon softly filled the silence. Justice's eyes were on Jesse, who had taken off his hat, revealing his buzz-cut hair, eyes fixated on the night sky, cheeks pink with tears.

''Promised as lad to never tell. No one would ever have power over me, no way to laugh at me again. Then you showed up. Maid in manor. Always kind, you. How could I not? How could I not fall for you? After momma, no one had been kind.''

Justice was in shock. They had been gossiping with fellow maids back at the manor, how the son of the owner never married despite being quite handsome and admittedly the smiles Justice had been seeing gave them thrill, and maybe once or twice they had imagined themselves as heiress of Institute by Jesse at their side.. But, those had been fantasies, not true dreams.

Until the attack of the manor and following months. Until witnessing Jesse's pain, until growing close in horrible circumstances..

Never had Justice even fathomed the possibility the heir of Institute itself had romantic feelings towards them!

Scarlet redness snaked to their cheeks and nose and the chilly desert air meant nothing. Eyes twinkled with pure joy as silly, wide grin erupted to Justice's face.

The joy was overwhelming and they had no say in their actions. In a flash their hands were on Jesse's arm, the one he suffered shoulder pain from, from years of holding the heavy gauntlet. Their body jumped up and down, not caring for Jesse's questioning stare.

''Nerd.'' He whispered, but muttered in affection. The jumping slowed, then ceased, as did the smile on Justice's face.

''Call me slur Rentier!'' Shouted with such conviction and sudden anger, as slip of tongue, it shocked the man beside them.

Heavy silence fell the duo as Justice slapped their hands to their mouth. Jesse's eyebrow arched in confused smirk.

''You- You want me to call you faggot? In affection?''

''If that's what fucking you want too!'' The haste which the words were blurted gave Jesse pause. He thought he had been obvious in his affectionate tone and yet.

''Are you angry I called you nerd?''

A huff. Justice was adorable while mad. The lantern illuminated their lush hair, making them look irresistible to the cowboy.

Jesse's hand grasped Justice's waist, gently bringing them closer to one another. The shorter one, who had turned their head away, stared at his eyes with open wonder and sparkle in their eyes. With genuine smile Jesse leaned down to close the gap between their lips.

The one kiss he had as kid didn't compare to the sweetness of this, how right it felt, how warm another body was pressed to his, how perfect their lips slotted together. Another hand on the back of the maid, Jesse felt the shiver coursing through Justice's body. He caused that

''I didn't think it would go this way.'' He whispered as they parted. Justice's eyes were wide, twinkling with awe, cheeks redder than he had seen.

''I didn't know how you meant it.'' The younger whispered, hands fiddling with the fabric of their skirt. A gulp. ''What did you mean by power?''

Jesse shook his head with a smile. Justice was dense.

''I love you.'' The three famous words fell by far much ease he had expected them to. The truth felt liberating.

Justice's delicate hands touched his cheeks. He couldn't look away, not from those adoring eyes.

''I love you too Jesse.''

He smiled, finally genuine full-blown smile, cheeks dimpled, old scars accented and made visible under lantern light. Defeating Felicity was damn good thing indeed. Giving him confidence to talk to pretty..

Actually Jesse didn't give shit what exactly Justice was. Justice was his and that was all that mattered. They were both cripples, Jesse with his shoulder pain and Justice with knee and other joint pain and he has known from young age he was queer, faggot. He just had power to protect himself, to protect Justice. He would never let them go.

Lacing his fingers with Justice's, he flashed a smile to his new partner.

''How about horseback ride tomorrow darlin?''

The sloppy kiss he got in return was answer enough.

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If you need to skip the parts of your f/os canon for your own emotional safety, then PLEASE do that. If you dont want to see them in pain then that's completely reasonable. I promise you're not any less of a fan. If anything, it means you care so much.