#🐚 .. selfship

[labselkie]

i actually don’t even have a joke this time i just went wild and my notes app just so happened to be open for about 1800 words of sludge

so here’s the canon! 100% main! somewhat abridged version of skyliv meeting!!!!

Date: 4/12/18

Location: Alchemax - Hudson Valley Campus

Name: Ross, Lucielle

Age: 25

Species: Human [X-Gene active. DNA merged with Phoca vitulina.]

Height: 1.59 M - Weight: 59.42 KG

Appointment Time: 11:00 AM.

Subject Time of Arrival: 10:42 AM.

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“You’re here!” Doctor Octavius exclaimed, her aloof expression stretching into a cheerful smile. She rockets off her exercise ball, kicking it with the back of her foot under the desk as she quickly steps to the door. Her subject was really there, the first mutant subject who volunteered and actually showed up.

Lucielle stepped in cautiously, idle fingers tracing the edge of the glass door that slid open with her arrival. She lit up, smile just as bright. “Doctor! I apologize if I’m early, I’ve wanted to visit the campus for quite some time.”

The door slid back shut just as Olivia cut Lucielle off.

“Oh, don’t even fret.. Look at you, just look at you! When I heard your mutation presented physically I didn’t expect this!” She flaps her hands at her hips, holding herself back from pouncing on the mutant like a dog on a leash.

“Really? I’m not the most- Out there mutant, I mean you could very well have met someone with orange skin, or covered in scales, or with the face of an animal!” Lucielle tries to deescalate the situation, to get Olivia’s enthusiasm pointed to anything else. She raises her hands with palms out, her small white bag dropping to the crook of her elbow.

Unfortunately, this didn’t work, as Olivia’s wide eyes shot right to the claws peeking over the pads of Lucielle’s fingers.

“And those!” She exclaims, rounding to the mutant’s side and ushering her further into the lab, “You filled out the forms, correct? I’d love to begin but it’s, you know, for the company’s sake.”

As she spoke Olivia stepped behind the mutant, stopping at her desk and rummaging through a drawer. Once she finds what she’s looking for, she leaves the drawer open for a moment and turns to a few stacked sheets in front of her, right hand scribbling something down. Lucielle stepped further in as well, mirroring the action and draping her bag’s strap over the desk. Her eyes were low, as if in a show of respect.

“I did,” She answered politely with a ghost of a nod, “And the surveys too, you don’t have to worry about those.”

Olivia pulled out what she was searching for, a black octagonal device that was just about the size of her hand. One side was accented with a screen, and the other was decorated with sensors and odd buttons. Her smile was wild, tinged with mania that just grew as nimble fingers flew across the screen.

“Alright, ok,” Olivia mumbles under her breath, before looking back and stepping up, “I’ll get some samples later, I just want to see if this works..”

Lucielle kept a gentle hand on the edge of the glassy desk, nails clinking against it. She raises a brow and is about to speak before Olivia holds out the machine, a few of its sensors lit up red. The one time she hasn’t stared at Lucielle was now as she watched the screen. The mutant gives her a skeptical glance, slate blue eyes flicking down to the notepad she practically scribbles on.

“Operational…” Is the only word she can make out, but her scrutiny is stopped when the small light flicks green and the back screen brightens. Olivia’s quick writing swirled to a stop, Lucielle could’ve sworn she saw the exact moment Olivia’s smile grew, how those hazel eyes shimmered with golden joy.

“X-Gene detected!” She exclaimed, “I knew it! We had some older DNA samples from other mutants, they didn’t really want me to keep them. So I had to let them go after the first tests- But this- This is phenomenal!”

As she spoke, Olivia draped her arm over Lucielle’s shoulder, dragging her closer to shove the screen to her chest. It read just as she said, with some more statistics that the selkie couldn’t care much less about. She was too concerned at the proximity, her hands coming up before she freezes entirely.

“It- It worked, great… But how do you know it’ll succeed long distance?” Maybe this would get Olivia off her side.

But it didn’t, the doctor turned her head a little, sharp roman nose just barely brushing the shorter woman’s thick bangs. “Trust me,” Her smile stretched before she continued, “This baby works up to a half mile radius! It sends its data right back to security.”

Lucielle almost jumped at the more sudden motions, a tight squeeze, quick glances, the way the doctor’s hand almost shook with her delight. She felt accomplished, almost proud that her basic participation could bring about such joy. But that warm feeling in her heart did nothing to erase the sense of social anxiety she was caged in.

“Great! That’s great,” The mutant says with a nervous chuckle. Olivia must’ve noticed that worry, but she didn’t play into it like she usually would- Rather, she let go and pushed Lucielle away with a flourish before leaning over her desk to scrawl down a few more notes.

“It’s more than great, it’s exceptional.” She laughed, her glasses sliding down her nose before she lifted her head once more. The mutant only caught her next chance to eye the notes when Olivia turned to discard the device on one of the long counters lining the office wall. Olivia’s lab coat had do be at least one size too big, as it billowed to her ankles and spun just as she did; even the sleeves seemed too large, they had to be rolled up to her scraped elbows. She didn’t worry about what the scientist was getting, she wasn’t sure why, but she took a quick peek at the clipboard instead.

That was not what she was expecting.

Olivia rattled on about the device’s intricacies, Lucielle would probably have to ask again later if she wanted to stay on the scientist’s good side. But she was too focused on the lined paper, and the rushed round sketch of what looked to be a seal. If anything, a child could do better, but it was scrawled out in a matter of seconds when she wasn’t looking.

“Like this,” A little note in blue lies below it, an arrow pointing up to the seal in the corner. It was right above a small section of notes on her appearance, something she didn’t expect to be all that important in the long term.

“Thankfully, since the machine is operational, I can just tweak some last pieces before pitching,” Olivia rounds out her speech, unaware of her volunteer’s lack of attention, “So now, I just want to be polite, but you still agreed to a few DNA samples-“

Lucielle snapped to attention, hair puffing up at her shoulders and heart skipping as she whisked around to face forward. “Oh!” She exclaimed, the loudest she’d been their whole meeting. Although, she does catch herself and soften her tone, “Yes, yes, I agreed..”

Olivia was almost scared to prolong this, so, she kept busy. She snipped off a few strands of Lucielle’s hair with the precision of a barber, pricked her left index finger with all the swiftness of a thief, but when she decided to do a swab for saliva last, she hesitated.

The two women had been practically silent for the most part, Olivia only cut through it to announce what she was doing so she wouldn’t scare the mutant. But now, as she stands just barely taller than Lucielle, hand just above that soft jawline, she felt herself pause.

“Just a subject.” Olivia reminded herself, feeling a spark of electricity set off in the harness on her back.

“Just do this, and you’ll never have to see her again.” Another small flicker, this time jolting right up through her spine. She couldn’t help but feel her brows furrow, battling her thoughts about this volunteer. She couldn’t find her pretty, right? There was that sense of warmth coming from the mutant, the way her form moved like the sea, the way those eyes glimmered like sunlight beaming through waves.

“Alright, could you open your mouth real quick? I juust need to get these samples,” Olivia directed, forcing herself out of her thoughts as she waves the stick of a cotton swab. She was so used to dealing with more unsavory sides of her work, she felt her face fall slack when the mutant actually complied. To stop herself from staring at those almost serrated canine teeth, she finally holds her left hand to Lucielle’s jaw and swipes the inner side of her cheek for a sample.

As quickly as she began, she spun back around, swallowing her pride. She’s cursing to herself, why didn’t she play into Lucielle’s earlier worry? Why didn’t she toy with her, just as she had with the others? Something compelled her not to, but for the sake of her work, she wanted to push that down.

“There,” Olivia packs away the samples into their own sterile containers, before turning her head to the side. Lucielle had stepped back, hand right where Olivia had held her face. The doctor could’ve sworn she saw a hint of blush crawling in front of those freckles. “That’s all I needed, actually..”

Lucielle’s eyes darted to a clock above the door, it had been less than a half hour, she came so early that just now was the planned time. Her hands clench at her sides, nails digging into her palms as she seethed in embarrassment. Neither of them could talk to each other, at least not yet.

Olivia tapped her hands on the countertop, watching and waiting as Lucielle turned to grab her bag. When she did, Olivia pounced.

“Actually!” She said suddenly, trying to bring that unhinged glee back into her tone. After a moment, however, she figured it was no use and calmed herself down. “I was wondering if you could come in next week as well- You can plan a proper appointment at the front desk, I don’t do much on Thursdays anyways, but you were a wonderful student at Xavier’s and I’d love nothing more than your input every now and then.”

Lucielle’s eyes widened, for the first time during their meeting she actually went silent out of shock, not embarrassment.

“I was… I was actually considering asking you that,” She answered kindly, before clearing her throat, “I’d love to- Is the same time alright?”

Olivia felt her right hand tighten around one of the sample cases, nearly causing it to rip. She smiled, not her usual cunning sneer, or the sharp grin she had when she discovered something, but a softer smile. With a small breath, she nodded, eyes low.

“Sure, of course.. Feel free to come early if you’d like, too.”

[selfship-confession-box]

This year, I’m gonna buy myself birthday cards and write in them as if they’re from my f/o’s, as well as my main f/o’s friend group (who I guess are my platonic or familial f/o’s?? That’s so fun to think about!)

I have I think 6 f/o’s including my main, and then their friends (who will all be one card as if they wrote it together.)

It’s just gonna be a really nice act of self love for me. To write them in advance and then open them the morning of my birthday? To have birthday cards to open from the characters who mean so much to me? To have something physical to immerse myself in my comfort that little bit more?

I can’t wait and I honestly don’t care if anybody thinks it’s cringy.

Can I be 🎂🐚 anon? <3

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[moss4brains]

Cuteness aggression towards fictional characters you love is so funny because can you imagine someone describing their wife and suddenly they just go "I NEED HER FUCKING DEAD" like pause-

[batlesbianism]

the broadway mama mia spotify recording Sam is so silly I love him and all his british-ness

[twinsandselfships]

selfshiptober day 7 | rain / infection

ship: 🐚 best ocean friends (Rick Shades & Amica Nemona)

summary: Rick and Amica experience their first rain on the surface.

warnings: mild spoilers for "Epithet Erased: Prison of Plastic"

author's notes: We're late, but who cares!

Despite the fact that Sweet Jazz City was located in Taiga Country, which was known to have cold winters, the summers here were pretty hot too. At least, for an ex-ocean dweller like Amica. But now it was autumn, and the summer heat simmered down, only spiking up on some days before it goes away completely until next year. Amica picked one of the cooler days do go to the beach to collect new supplies for her magic: salt water, seaweed and sea glass (believe it or not, it was an ingredient for some of the spells in her book).

It was cloudy, so the sand didn't scorch her feet like she hated. She took off her shoes and left them on a logical distance, so that no wave could wash them away by accident. She walked down the shoreline and, after a minute, found a piece of beautiful purple sea glass. As she was about to bend down to it, she heard a voice calling out to her.

"AMICA!!!" the voice screamed in panic.

When the girl turned towards the voice, she saw a very tiny Rick Shades in the distance, running towards her surprisingly fast with an expression of shock. Huh. So he was in panic after all. He quickly went from tiny to normal-sized as he got close and panted. Rick spoke before she could ask him what was wrong.

"What are you doing near the ocean?! You're not leaving, are you?!" He was loud, afraid, but Amica was able to catch a tinge of sadness in his voice as well.

"What? Never!" She took one of his hands, then puffed up her cheeks. "I'll only come back down there to take down the ruler. No, right now I'm just collecting some ingredients. Like this!" Amica showed him the sea glass she was holding in her other hand.

After hearing his friend's explanation, Rick got much less tense and gave an admiring "Ooo!" at the sight of the purple object. "Can I help?" He smiled excitedly, and Amica imagined that Rick would've wagged his tail if he had one. She giggled.

"Sure. I'd like to hang out with you more." After all, she still had to get to know this "Rick Shades" guy, who was both new and familiar to her.

They walked along the shore, collecting different things most surface people would consider garbage. Well, Amica walked, and Rick was running around like a crazy bloodhound, sniffing out any pieces of sea glass, as well as just pretty rocks and seashells. She didn't need these for spells, but she took them anyway simply because she liked them. They were Rick's gifts in a way.

They didn't notice the sea getting darker, the sky getting greyer. But then the wind blew stronger than before, the waves crashed louder onto the sandy shore. Wind wasn't something they got under the ocean. Without exchanging a word, both of them looked at the sea, which was getting stormier by the minute. In a way, it was a beautiful display. Something they've never seen before.

"Is this what storms look like from the surface?" Amica asked, as if Rick could give her an answer. But he couldn't.

So they stood there, quietly. And then something weird happened: both of them felt water fall on them. The two simultaneously looked to the sky. Tiny droplets of water were falling on them and on the sand around them. At first they thought that it was the wind bringing these droplets from the sea, but before they could think about it any further, the few droplets turned into many, and it poured.

"I... don't know." She hesitated, then stepped out from under Rick's covering arm. Rick flinched when she did that, but she let the water droplets run across her face. And she was unharmed. It was like... a shower, but from the sky. Something clicked. "I think that's what our ancestors meant by 'rain'. I've read about it in my book."

"W-what is this?" Rick questioned, trying to cover himself and his friend from the unknown phenomenon with his arms. He didn't know what it was, so he assumed it might be dangerous. It pained Amica to think why he reacted like this. Then again, she was as confused as he is.

"Rain..." Rick pronounced this word slowly, as if trying to taste it. Seeing Amica being so brave, he slowly lowered his arms and faced the rain. It felt... surprisingly nice. Something from home, but much more distant. Much safer.

A loud crackle and a booming noise caught up to Rick and Amica from the sea. Some people compared Rick's powers to a thunder, and now he heard it live, from the surface, and not through a thick layer of water. It really does sound like that, he thought. It sounded like his power. It felt like power. It was familiar to Rick. But to Amica, the sound coming from the endless horizon felt ominous. Like a threat... or a warning. Like the ocean swore to swallow the two runaways back into its abyss. She took Rick's hand.

"Let's go hide under a roof," she asked.

He flinched again, surprised by the gesture. But her hand felt warm in his. He rubbed it slightly with his thumb.

"Is something wrong?" He could sense Amica's tension. Call it a friend's intuition. Rick didn't know if this came from his Epithet or not.

Amica smiled, warmed by how considerate and caring he was despite this wild and confusing façade.

"We're gonna be as wet as when we came here if we don't." She laughed. "Wait, we need to get my shoes first."

[kiwisandpearls]

hnnng I wanna add the batfam to my f/o list but other than the wayne family adventures I haven’t touched anything officially related to them hnnng

[chalcanthitedreams]

[ttransomega]

hi all!! :D welcome 2 my hoard blog! here's a few things abt me! :))

i'm australian! i'm pronoun & name fluid! any kintype related neos or names are good for me, n i love when people just give me names or prns :3c i'm also a transx hoarder! my hoard can usually be found in my carrd!! i'm also a proshipper idk if i said that :3 my special interests are genshin impact & radqueer stuff!! pls ask me about my identity and about genshin impact!!

a few of my favorite fandoms are genshin impact, cookie run, dsmp sometimes, bee & puppycat, etc!! :3 pls ask me about my ships!!!

(>^-^<) mrow

i am cis: asd, bpd, biid, hoh, tics, psychotic, schizo, & addict

my biggest transx identities are: my trace identities, transomega, mutautistic, transplural, transpara, permahigh, kodage, agefluid, transpersonality, transsweettone, & transhimbo!

(>^-^<) mrow

i love making friends sm!!! plsplspls send me dms and asks and pls be my friend i promise i'm cool!!! i also take headmate requests teehee :3c

my carrd can be found at https://transomega.carrd.co !!! i'm currently working on a twitter & prns page!! & maybe a discord server... :3c

that's all for now! thank u! <3

[tcs-selfship-paradise]

It's September 27th! It's the fourth day of fall... Meaning it's Elliott's birthday! This one is also suffering a similar "Feels lazy" thing as the previous birthday post.

I can't see what better way to celebrate your spouse's birthday in SDV than to give them one of their favorite gifts. So Elliott is going to get a Pomegranate :)

But since fall is upon us and we are getting closer to October and Halloween, I might draw my S/Is and F/Os in costumes :)

[labselkie]

nurse come help she’s out again. a bit over 2000 words of some unbelievable yapping

4/19/18 Summary: I think this is the sweetest woman I’ve ever met. Not even Fisk and his men have listened to me like she did. Not even miss Parker gave me the light of day. For god’s sake she even asks me questions! Like she understood what I was saying! She gave me some advice on the machine before telling me about those odd jobs she’d been taking after graduating. I don’t want to hurt her… But maybe I can offer a position here.

Date: 4/26/18

Subject Notes: No change. See earlier submission.

Appointment Time: 11:00 AM.

Subject Time of Arrival: 10:16 AM.

“You’re back-” Olivia was stood at her desk, the ball already rolled beneath it. Her eyes were wide, and she dropped the familiar pen she held with a small clink. “You’re back! This is wonderful! I don’t have the meeting to discuss patenting- Or properly selling- The design until tomorrow, but you’ve just made my day! My entire week!”

“Yes! I’m back!“ The mutant interjected quickly.

Lucielle was much swifter with entering this time, tossing her bag into a dark steel chair across from the desk. She leaned both hands on the desktop as Olivia excitedly welcomed her, rocking on both feet as the long sealskin tied around her waist swished in tandem. That nearly crooked smile of hers stretched between peppered cheeks.

“I thought you would’ve been long gone after even the first appointment,” Olivia stretched an arm over the desk, a hand coming to rest on Lucielle’s shoulder with a small shake. “You’re the best subject I’ve ever had.”

The mutant’s smile fell, she blinked a few times, she even felt her hands loosen from the edge of the desk. She had survived an onslaught of compliments at their first appointment, and she thought she fired back just as well during their second, but this hit even harder.

“Now! About you being the best,” The doctor exclaims, lifting her hands suddenly with an almost nervous flair. She turns, snickering quietly to herself, even with her brows knit together like a student contemplating a crush. “Your input on my design last time was just what I needed. Once I’m done with that whole debacle I really think I’d benefit from your ideas more often.”

Olivia began to pace, sharp clicks of her boots echoing off white tiles. She had a plan, ideas swirling in her head as she tried to pluck out the best one. She doesn’t go far, stepping back and forth behind her desk as she wrings her hands. Lucielle silently followed her movements like a rabbit who’s spotted a weasel. She’s slowed herself down, as if she wanted to be more attentive to the doctor, rather than if Olivia sucked out the room’s energy for herself.

“I have your work email, I can answer pretty much any questions.” The mutant answers sweetly, offering another smile.

Olivia stopped mid step, her right hand clutching the loose sleeve of her lab coat. She doesn’t turn her head, casting her eyes to the ground.

Lucielle butt back in, lightening her tone, “My work at the aquarium is technically only part time! I’ve still got opportunities to come over!” She straightens up from leaning, outstretching her arms with her last little argument point. The motion made Olivia smile, but she was quick to put that cold mask right back on.

“Dear… I- I really appreciate the offer,” Olivia turned back, tilting her head and holding a hand to the side of her face like she just saw a small animal. She added on to her idea at the last second, “I’ll be sure to keep that in mind, but I was thinking of something just a touch more permanent.”

Silence weaves between them. Lucielle swallows her pride as worry creeps into her thoughts. “Like a job?”

Olivia deflates, taking a deep breath. “Precisely.. It wouldn’t be much! I assure you that it’d be just a part-time lab assistant position.” Lucielle nodded along before stepping back. She scoops up the strap of her bag before taking a seat.

Sure the chair is large, it surely isn’t a regular office chair. She sits politely, hands clasped in her lap with the satchel behind them. Small slits slice into the metal near the edge of the armrests, above her shoulders, and further down near her ankles, but she doesn’t say a word, except-

“Did you want to discuss the position now?”

Olivia turns back, tensing up and looking down at the mutant. Her lips parted as she tried to say something, to warn her, but she pushed those thoughts down. She isn’t used to being shocked, she always needs to know the outcome of a situation. A beast can’t adapt immediately to new circumstances, especially not when it’s tempted with a smaller creature below it.

“I… Hm.. I’m not in charge of that- I mean, this can count as our interview! I’ll give you a good name with that department.” The was the faintest hint of quivering in Olivia’s voice, but she clears her throat and gets back to work. “There’s a front desk at the lobby, they’ll get you some papers and you can talk to someone about your hours..”

Lucielle smiled once more, gentle fingers fidgeting with her bag’s silver zipper. “That sounds perfect, but..” She glanced down for just a moment, “Will I be working with you? I know that’s an odd question but you had brought up wanting some help and I think-“

“Yes.” The doctor confirmed enthusiastically. That touch of worry was long gone, and she was back to the frantic joy everyone saw her with. “Not always!” She adds to try and levy her excitement, “You’ll probably be bouncing between the projects that need an extra set of hands.. But for the most part, if I need you I’ll contact you around a day before..”

Lucielle let out a quick breath of relief at the confirmation. “Ok, alright! Since, you know, I’d rather stick by someone I like.” She sits back up, foot tapping on the floor. It was like a game to the women, bouncing the complements they’ve always wanted between each other. Olivia snickers, holding a hand up in front of her mouth with the rolled up sleeve of her coat swinging to her elbow.

“That’s sweet of you, hun,” She replied under her breath, before finally approaching, rounding the desk and dropping her hands, “Far, far too sweet. Who knows! Maybe working with some big terrible villain will snap you out of it.” Olivia waves a hand dismissively, stepping up to the chair and leaning an elbow on its tall back. Lucielle looked up, hair falling to her back as Olivia’s fell forward.

“Not much can scare me after working with Jameson,” The mutant teased as she crossed her legs. Her pelt tied around her waist almost mirrored the movement, covering that thigh like a blanket. “I’ll be fine, I’ll talk whoever’s up front when I go to leave.”

In a moment only accented with a smug smile, Olivia brought her free hand over to ruffle the mutant’s thick hair. It was a quick move, one that neither of them could’ve thought through. Lucielle seems to wince, her shoulders rising as her nose scrunches like an animal’s snout. Olivia just laughs, barely lifting her hand and leaning herself and her head down to the mutant’s level. Lucielle’s brows knit together, and she looks up with wide eyes full of surprise.

“That’s perfect, Lucielle! Or, can I call you ‘Luce’? It’s probably easier to call out if I need your attention. ‘Lucy’ sounds too basic, I mean it’s cute and all but it’s not really my style.” The doctor tapped her fingers on the chair as she spoke. She took her left hand away from the mutant’s hair, almost hesitant to cease the petting, but it drifts down to a nearly invisible panel in the steel side.

“I- I guess ‘Luce’ is fine, but you don’t want to just jump into me having a nickname, right?” The selkie chimes in. The proximity was a lot, just as it was during their first appointment. Although, it wasn’t as petrifying as it would have been with anyone else. It makes her freeze up, it makes her face feel warm and her head spin.

Olivia has to hold back another chuckle, gentle creases forming at the ends of her eyes as she smiles. It’s a sweet sight, it’s so human- But Lucielle can’t dwell on it before Olivia flips open the seat’s panel and deftly flips a small silver switch.

It happens nearly instantly, the thick steel restraint snaps up through a slit in the metal and over Lucielle’s ankle right above her shoe. She yelps in surprise, quickly trying to tug her foot out and pushing her shoe down. Her heart had skipped, and its beating sped up. It doesn’t take much to scare her, but this took the cake.

Olivia leans closer, her head just inches away from the seat’s little cushion as she sized the other woman up. “Surprise,” She practically sneers. With her right hand on the chair’s armrest, she buckles forward in sharp laughter, a sound that causes Lucielle to cut her struggling short and freeze up. Even if the sudden surprise scared her, a soft blush rose to her cheeks.

“D’you like it?! It’s a new model. Stops any Spiders… If I ever get ahold of one.” Olivia just continues and nearly trips over her words, before straightening herself up and fixing her glasses. She looks down, eyes narrowing with her smile, at the mutant trying her best to calm down.

“I’m- I’m not Spider-Man though!” Lucielle barks, sitting up and still trying to weasel her way out, “I’d say I’m the easiest mutant to wrangle-“

“I know! Just- I just wanted to see if you’d go along with it. You should stay on your guard if you’re wanting to work here,” That was mostly a lie, Olivia just thought it’d be funny. She doesn’t get volunteers, especially not one she found cute, so she clearly overestimated.

Lucielle jolts to stand when Olivia flips the switch once more, letting the restraint deactivate with a small hiss. She’s swift to brush down her skirt and the pelt tied around it, nearly tripping as she got up. “I’m perfectly fine with my guard down! I’m sure I’ll do fine here.”

“Alright,” Olivia nods, an almost sarcastic lilt to her voice, turning as the mutant steps around the chair. She props her left arm on the chair’s top before continuing, “I believe that.”

Lucielle mirrored that action, albeit subconsciously, and rested her cheek on her palm. A barely crooked smile spreads across her face, even she’s surprised at her own reaction to the chair. Olivia rolls her shoulders, and her eyes, before her darkened smile grows gentle.

“Sorry, Luce,” Almost ten minutes into deciding on a nickname, it already slid off her tongue like it was meant to occupy her mind. “I should’ve waited for the fifth or sixth week.” Olivia turned back to her desk, dragging her hand across the seat one last time.

“What? No! I’m not mad,” Lucielle trails along, like a puppy found at the side of the road, “I get the Doc Ock stuff, like I said, I can survive!”

Olivia grins when she spins back around behind her desk. She drops down into a little spinning stool, resting her elbows on the glass surface and clasping her hands. It’d be borderline devious if anyone else saw. The selkie puts her palms on the cool desk, idly mimicking herself during their first meeting. She has to look down at the seated doctor, a welcome change to that five inch difference.

In a moment even she couldn’t explain, Lucielle just lets her thoughts pour out. “I like you enough, you don’t even have to pay me.”

Olivia’s head dips down, her forehead hitting her hands as she giggles. “Dear! I wouldn’t deprive you of money!” She waves a hand as Lucielle opens her little bag, in search for her phone. “You can see the front desk about your pay, you don’t even have to worry about coming in next week.”

Lucielle looks back up, gentle hand pulling out the phone as she glances down to check the time and a notification she had received. She’d been there longer than she expected, and her eyes widened before she looked back. She steps back and points with a clawed finger, “Don’t even think about cancelling that appointment.”

The mutant quickly zips her bag back up, and fixes how it lays over her shoulder. Olivia’s smile is infectious, even when Lucielle was already grinning along. She walks backwards to the door, adding again, “I’ll be earlier though, if that’s alright.. But, I wanted to ask: Do you have a coffee shop you want? I can pick something up.”

Olivia dropped her hands, face slackening at the sudden request. “What? I- hah-“ She’s clearly shocked, a hand running through her hair as she stammers, “No, of course not, besides I wouldn’t make you do that!”

Lucielle smiles, and gives a small shrug. But she doesn’t leave just yet, lingering by the door as Olivia recollects herself.

“I… I usually just get black tea from the cafeteria.. If you tell them it’s for me you won’t have to pay..”

The selkie has to stop herself from giggling. “Then, it’s a date!” She turns to open the door, taking a moment with her free hand hovering over the slit. One wave, and they slide open.. She just didn’t want to embarrass herself anymore.

“See you then, doctor.”

[selfship-confession-box]

🐚💔,

As someone who's incredibly protective and uncomfortable with sharing any of my romantic f/os, I strongly think if you are being made to feel restricted and uncomfortable, it's best to stop being friends with them. I won't lie, it made me angry seeing your confession, and I think it should be made to be a more prominent boundary to not befriend people who are uncomfortable sharing your f/o. People are allowed to feel how they do in selfshipping, and unfortunately, there are a lot of people who don't feel comfortable sharing your f/o, and you can't hold that against them. With that being said, I don't wish to make this too lengthy, just wanted to air out my feelings.

-⚡ anon

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[https-furina]

FURINA IS SOSOSOSO PRETTY AND SUCH A MOOD AA

nono, cause fr my wife be looking like a whole damn three course meal and so pretty and ethereal and <333

has anyone noticed how all four of my wives (furina, nilou, yanfei & ganyu) are SO PRETTY like damn… i hit it 💙

[batlesbianism]

Sam’s love language is touch. A hand on your shoulder, a quick kiss to your cheek, he’s always finding a way to have skin to skin contact.

Scott’s love language, on the other hand, is gift giving. Big or small, he’s always bringing home things for Sam. Every day after work, he brings home a flower or two to give to Sam, and for bigger occasions, things like anniversaries and birthdays, he takes notes of everything Sam even seems vaguely interested him.

[twinsandselfships]

First (?) Meeting

(platonic) ship: 🐚 best ocean friends (Rick Shades & Amica Nemona)

Finally! Some context! :D :D

SPOILERS for "Epithet Erased: Prison of Plastic"!

"...Odi? Odi!!"

Rick Shades turned around at the direction of the sudden call, and so did Giovanni and Molly, who were walking beside him along the waterfront of Sweet Jazz City. A pink-haired girl (coral pink, to be precise) was running up to them, holding her long skirt up a little. She panted as she finally came close, her eyes fixed on Rick.

"Odi! Wha-What happened, where were you?" The girl huffed a little, but was still determined to get the words out. "I left you on the beach, but when I came back, you-- you weren't there! Oh, but I'm glad you're okay though!"

Molly's eyes widened. If this person knew Rick's real name, they must've known him from WAY before. The dusky skin, the brightly coloured hair... This lady must've been from Ocean Country! How did she get here? Did she also float on the ocean surface for three days? Then Molly looked at Giovanni, who was squinting at the scene. The curly-haired girl tensed a bit. Rick didn't tell Giovanni about his past yet. Giovanni didn't know about Odi. She imagined it wasn't the best way to reveal it like that. Molly looked at Rick, wondering if he had an idea of how to get around this situation.

"Hmm? O-Odi? Who's Odi???" Rick grinned at the newcomer, but Molly still noticed the nervous twitch in his voice. Giovanni was ever unaware.

The coral-haired girl, pretty short but probably at least 18 by Molly's intuition-based calculations, froze with her mouth slightly open. In disbelief, she shook her head, not taking her eyes off of the purple man.

"W-what? B-but you are Odi!"

"AHAHAHAHAAA!" He threw his head back, his laugh loud but joyless. Instantly, he snapped his head into its normal position, smiling at the strange girl with wide eyes. "Whatever do you mean? My name is Rick Shades!" Rick said in a cheerful tone, and Molly caught his quick glance at Giovanni before he looked at the coral-haired stranger again. "And what's your name?! Want to be f r i e n d s???"

The probably-not-such-a-stranger winced away at Rick's odd behaviour. She weakly shook her head again. Molly felt bad for kinda ruining this reunion for Rick. Or... Did he really not remember this person?

"B-but I am your friend! I'm--" The lady got interrupted by Rick's loud, obnoxious gasp.

"You ARE???" The guy turned his head to look at Giovanni and Molly. "Did you hear that?! She called herself my friend!! That's means I'm her friend! We're friends!!!" His grin grew even bigger as he fixed his unnaturally wide-open eyes on the lady and strongly shook her hand with two of his. She was surprised, but didn't try to pull her hands away from his. Then, Rick suddenly stopped. He stopped moving altogether for a couple of seconds, making the lady uneasy with his blank stare. He looked up at the sky, as if expecting something to happen. The black lightning, Molly thought. It didn't strike!

Rick lowered his head, looking into nowhere as his eyes adjusted and his mind wandered. His sight fell on the lady's hand, which he was still holding. There was a simple bracelet on it, made of tiny lilac and purple shells. Rick (or was it Odi now?) breathed out shakily.

"... Ami?"

Slower than usual, two black static-y hearts appeared in front of the lady's and Rick's chests respectively, with a black, slightly erratic string connecting them. Rick looked "Ami" in the eyes. And this time, finally, she saw Odi looking back at her through the darkness of the sunglasses.

"Whaaaaat is happening," Giovanni asked, which was pretty fair on his side. But Molly couldn't have that.

"Oh, uh-- Look, boss! Isn't that Dark Star? We should go say hi!" She pointed somewhere down the street, where there was actually 0 Dark Stars, but looking for him would make for a good distraction, at least.

"Where?!" Giovanni immediately headed to where Molly was pointing. "And don't forget, we should use normal names in public!"

"Got it!" The minion followed the boss, briefly turning to Rick to give him a thumbs up. She didn't like lying to Giovanni, but... she didn't have to feel bad about lying anymore! She's a bad guy! Besides, it was for the greater good.

Odi smiled back at the girl and nodded. He looked at Ami, still unsure how to react. She was standing there awkwardly as well, but she was quicker, throwing her arms around the purple-haired guy.

"You do remember! It's... It's really you!" She hugged him, pressing her head against his chest.

How long has it been since Rick got a genuine hug? He did hug someone fairly recently, but didn't get a hug in return or anything. The gesture was always coming from him. He doesn't even remember if Amica ever hugged him like that, but... it seems that she really missed him. And oh boy, has he missed her. And genuine hugs.

And so, he slowly, carefully, as if this reunion was so fragile that he was afraid of breaking it, placed his arms on her shoulders. Hugging back. It's really her! His friend from way back when! She didn't abandon or forget him, she still held on to the string connecting their souls, she still remembered... Odi. She remembered Odi. She was friends with Odi. Oh no.

The sudden terrible thought made Rick pull Amica away (he didn't want to, so the pull was very light, almost subtle). She looked him in the eyes. It almost made this much harder.

"L-listen...", he stuttered and gulped. No, no, he had to pull himself together. “It’s been, uh, a while, so— Could we start over? Yes, we should start over! Definitely!” The more he spoke, the more confidence he put on. A weird smile gradually creeped up his face. A smile Amica didn’t recognize.

“Start over… what?”

“Our friendship! It’s a new surface world, and a new surface life, after all.” Rick’s voice sounded chipper, but also painfully strained, like a rope pulling a massive weight. He didn’t want to throw away a connection that lasted this long, he really didn’t. But he didn’t know what else to do. What if she had to fight Odi? What if Odi had to fight her?

“What do you… Wait. Is this about earlier? Are you… pretending to be someone else here?”

“AHAHA THAT’S A FUNNY THOUGHT!” Rick yelled right in her face, causing her to jump away. “No no, I’m just a completely new person, and so I am in dire need of some fRiEnDs!” He stared at Amica intently, without blinking. She stepped away, feeling uneasy. It was a stare she wasn’t familiar with. Rick’s heart hurt seeing her like this, yet his odd smile was unwavering.

Rick cleared his throat and stretched out his hand to the pink-haired lady. “My name is Rick Shades. Would you like to—”

“But you don’t have to pretend in front of me, Odi.” She put on a caring smile, despite the off-putting behavior she just witnessed. “No one is around.” She gasped. “Unless there are guards up here, too?”

“Hmmm? Who is this Odi you speak of?” Rick looked at her with a very convincing innocent look. But it hurt him to say these things. Why did it hurt so much? It was supposed to protect them both from pain. So why, why did it hurt?

“D-don’t do this again!” The coral-haired lady clenched her fists. “Do you want me just— just to forget about Odi?”

“Oh, yes, do that!” Rick nodded eagerly through the pain.

What was Amica to think? She put her hands to her chest, feeling tears building up as her throat was already getting sore. She really hoped she was mistaken, but… she had to make sure.

“You… You don’t want to be friends with me anymore, do you?” Please let it not be the case. Please, please, please.

“Wha-WHAAT?! Of COURSE not! Didn’t you hear what I, Rick Shades, wizard extraordinaire, just said?” He shoved his outstreched hand to her face, as if to make sure she saw it. “I’m in dire need of some frieeends!”

Like magic, tears evaporated from Amica’s eyes. Well, thank goodness her suspicions were wrong. Still, this was all waaaay too confusing. She paused, mulling the situation over.

“… So. You want me to forget Odi?”

“Yes!”

“But you still want to be friends with me?”

“YESSS!” Rick nodded frantically. Amica wondered how his neck didn’t snap from this rapid movement. She should’ve been put off again, but she was honestly impressed instead.

Wait, no time for that!

Amica squinted as she looked this “Rick” guy over, from head to toe. She crossed her arms.

“Alright then. I still don’t know what this is about, but… If you think that anything will get me to leave you, think again! We ain’t getting separated again, you hear?” She pointed her index finger at Rick, then shook his hand with no hesitation. “I suppose it’s nice to meet you, Rick Shades.”

[lochselfships]

🌈｡⁠☆ heyhey!! are there any other d4dj selfshippers around?

[sapherin]

🐚✨🧜🏾‍♀️mermaidshipping - Azura x Nessa☀️✨🫧

If you’re why updates here have been less frequent, it’s cause all I want to draw lately is my fish yuri ship lol. Selfshipping is so rewarding to draw and I’m happy to say I’m deeply in love with the fish girl from Hulbury 🐠.

Also cause it’s Black History Month you legally have to tell me how much you love my ship 😌.