#Selfship scenario

[varganardi]

Idk who needs to hear this, but

Whenever I see a self ship double, or a popular canon x f/o ship and feel sad/insecure about it, I like to imagine that it's an "alternate universe", meaning that it's just a different version of your f/o.

The real version? They're with you. They're yours, and love you only.

No one can change that fact.

They love you, so damn much.

No one else - nothing else - matters.

YOU are their canon partner.

"I am my f/o's canon and real partner" - say it, manifest it, because it's true.

It's real. 💕

[Pr0ship DNI. Please respect my boundaries]

[yumesei]

Imagine drinking with your f/o and then kissing them :

You're both tipsy and you can taste the alcohol on their lips, it's warm, enticing. You kiss them deep and slow, trying to chase the burn of the alcohol down their throat. They taste like alcohol and want, making your head spin faster than any drink ever could

You're not only getting drunk on the alcohol settling in your blood, but on them. And you wouldn't have it any other way ♡

[a-special-ship-safe-space]

To the selfshippers who are bad at dates and/or can't for the life of them remember their anniversaries with their f/os

You are still very very very much loved by your f/o! You aren't judged for forgetting/having memories issues! They understand your struggles! Besides, every day for your f/os feels like its yalls anniversary! That how much they love ya!!

Pro/ship, Com/ship, tr/mp supporters and etcetc dni please!

[platonic-f-o-things]

Imagine you and your f/os in a exciting fantasy au!

Castles, magic, rogues and royalty, wizards and mages!!! You and your friends and family probably have an exciting story!

Are any of your f/os:

Knights ?

Royalty ?

Thieves ?

Wizards ?

How did you meet them?

Are any of them… *looks around* ..evil?

BALLROOM SCENE!!! BALLROOM SCENE!!! BALL ROOM SCENE!!! GIVE ME BALLROOM SCENES OR GIVE ME D-

Imagine going on a quest with them all!

Please turn your pet f/os into domesticated magical creatures it’d be so funny.

Cuddles by candlelight 😌😌😌

All in all, it’s gonna be magical and exciting! Can’t wait to hear about all your aus!

~ Mod Teddy 🧸

[PROSHIP BLOGS PLEASE DON’T RB]

[antonias-beloved]

*listening to new romantics*

🎶"The rumours are terrible and cruel, but honey, most of them are true"🎶

Rio: *points at Maylene* witch

Maylene: *points at Rio* death

[cuntyji]

ib by this post by @webism. sukuna's version got me thinking a lot..

sukuna’s a biter.

not in any kind of sultry, seductive way — no, he’s far too infuriating for that. it’s more primal, like some oversized cat with too many teeth and too much pride.

he clamps down on you, sometimes your arm, sometimes your shoulder, dragging you into his orbit with a hold that’s firm enough to demand attention but careful enough to leave you unscathed. it’s ridiculous, really — his sharp teeth against your soft skin, a predator playfully toying with prey he’ll never devour.

“careful,” he’ll growl, a smirk tugging at his lips, “or i will eat you.” and somehow, it sounds less like a joke and more like a looming promise.

but you know better. for all his bluster, he won’t — he can’t. not now, not ever. you, in your absurd, fragile humanness, have gnawed your way past his armor, straight into the heart of the beast. the irony isn’t lost on him — how his bites might leave fleeting marks on your skin, but yours have burrowed deep into his very core, stubborn and unyielding.

how bizarre, he thinks, sinking his teeth into you once more, just to feel the proof of you against him. and even more bizarre? how he hopes you never pull away.

[deathdetermineslife]

okay but selfship pining stage

imagine how your f/o must've felt when they were falling for you. how everytime they'd see you their heartbeat would quicken.

imagine how when they were alone their thoughts would drift towards you. they'd be doing some menial task and find themselves thinking about you. how they'd wonder why, how they'd tell themselves to stop thinking and focus on their work.

imagine them seeing something and think "oh, (s/i) would like this." and then them trying to talk themselves out of buying it for you because "what if they think I'm weird? they may not even like me."

and imagine how it would feel the first time they finally work up the courage to gift you something. maybe you can tell they're flustered? or, maybe you can't, because your own heart is absolutely pounding out of your chest, distracting you from what they may be saying to you.

of course, you're ecstatic, but think of how they felt. how relieved they are, how excited they are that you accepted their gift. and they go home, and it's the only thing they think about all night.

and then what about you? I'm sure you feel the same way. and you're sat up wondering if they're in love with you, or maybe you're just overthinking it, because they can't possibly be in love with you, fight? oh, but what if?

[starsnstyrofoam]

Casual little reminder about your self inserts

Be as OP as you fucking want.

Make yourself a god

give yourself superpowers

give yourself a tail and horns or wings or anything you want!

Let your s/i change the entire plot to be how you like.

Make your s/i a shapeshifter or a vampire or an elf.

Even if it doesn't fit in Canon. I don't care. Your s/i is completely indulgent to you. What matters is that you enjoy yourself.

I make the rules. Im not sorry about it. That's how it is.

Your f/o loves you so so much. Doesn't care if you're human or an alien or whatever. They love you for you.

Coming from someone who literally made a goddess s/i at one point. Just have fun with it

[cowabongo]

imagine:

you being the only (!!) one who can soften your f/o around the edges. the only one who can disarm them with your sincerity, and you are so endeared by them for it

pro/comship/neutral dni.

[bunny-lovers]

Whatever you do don't imagine your f/o pre-relationship trying to show off whenever you're nearby. Don't imagine them looking over at you after doing something cool to see if you were watching. Definitely don't imagine them getting a bit flustered when they notice you were watching and you look proud.

proship/comship/neutral DNI

[metall1c-lum1nary]

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One more thing before I pass out. A little thing to make selfshippers like me happy, this could be either you or your f/o in this little scenario!!

Imagine your romantic f/o tearing up a bit or full on sobbing as they cuddle you into their arms, thinking how lucky and grateful to have you. They haven't felt this kind of simple love in so long or ever, and they're experiencing this with the person they love so much. Warm tears stain the pillow as they look at you, the person that they'll be with for what seems like forever.

Your f/o loves you so much and the fact they haven't experienced this kind of love sooner in their life is criminal to them. You mean so much to them as much as they mean so much to you. Your warm love and support for them, your voice and how gentle it is to their ears, the way your eyes softens each time you seem them, everything. Whether they're holding you or you're holding them, they feel so safe with you especially right before slumber.

Your f/O loves you and can never be more thankful to have you. <3

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[xxinkys-ocsxx]

Shout out to all the ppl who have selfships that look like this

[proselfshipsafespace]

Paranoid selfshippers, your f/o(s) wanted me to tell you that it'll all be okay, that you're perfectly safe and they'll protect you from whatever you think might get you or whatever is troubling your mind.

I promise you, you're f/o(s) want to keep you safe and protected and want to make sure you feel comfortable and calm.

[brutally-loving]

"I'm normal about my friends and their selfships!!!" Said the stupid bitchass liar

[zombieplaguedoc]

Imagine your f/o giving you a hug that lasts for a long time. They hold onto you tightly and press their face into your shoulder. Their arms hold you against them.

ANTIS DNI, THIS ISN'T FOR YOU

[cuntyji]

sukuna often finds you with a handful of markers, the kind that smell faintly of childhood and leave streaks of color on your fingers. your touch, so small against the vastness of his hand, begins with a single star—tiny, bright, unassuming. but it never stops there.

soon, his skin, a canvas already marked by ink and power, blooms with galaxies of your making, vivid hues intertwining with the stark black of his tattoos.

he scoffs, lips curling in mock disdain at your childish whimsy. kiddish, he mutters, though the weight of his gaze lingers on the constellations you've crafted, as if tracing a secret map only the two of you know. he covers them sometimes, pulling on long sleeves to shield them from prying eyes, but never from you. removal is unthinkable—your stars are sacred, pressed into his being by hands he cannot refuse.

you, his artist; he, your canvas. he’s destruction, and you’re creation. together, something divine. always.