#baby's first selfship content!

[louiesselfshipramblings]

Hello!!!

Y'all can call me Lou, but also Mank or Owl works as well! I'm a selfshipping writer, who sometimes actually writes things! Wow! Just look at all those pretty people right above me! I sure am the luckiest demisexual this side of the Mississippi!!

Here are my partners:

Wives:

Kate Bishop / Hawkeye II (Marvel Cinematic Universe / Marvel Comics)

Purah (The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom)

Girlfriends:

Ena (ENA)

Zeena (Sonic the Hedgehog)

Odessa Drake (Moon Girl & Devil Dinosaur / Marvel Comics)

Sybil (Pseudoregalia)

Rambley Raccoon (Indigo Park)

Roxanne Wolf (Five Nights at Freddy's)

Toy Chica (Five Nights at Freddy's 2)

Hana Song / D. Va (Overwatch)

Olivia Colomar / Sombra (Overwatch)

Falin Touden (Dungeon Meshi)

Perona (One Piece)

Roz (The Wild Robot)

Edge (Mario + Rabbids: Sparks of Hope)

Golly! That sure is a lot! Now, I really just distinguish between wife and gf for my own sake; I love all of em, I just have some I consider as being married and some I just like being on a dating scene with. It makes sense to me :]

IMPORTANT NOTICE: I am an adult, so of course I have adult feelings for these characters. I will not post or reblog anything explicit, but I may occasionally discuss things that are suggestive, NSFW, or relate to kinks. I won't get TOO raunchy here, but if you don't like that, I will be tagging posts that contain stuff like that with "cw: subject" and "subject", where subject is replaced by whatever it is I'm discussing. I never really done posts with intense tagging before, so if something slips past, I apologize! Please let me know and I will make a correction as soon as I can!

But yeh! This isn't a super serious blog, I'm just here to talk about how pretty I find these silly, silly characters! If you also selfship with any of these characters, feel free to say hi! I don't mind sharing ANY of my self ships, least the ones listed here. Should I end up feeling that way about a future pair, I'll make sure to note it!

Have a good day, y'all! - Lou

[peachsukii]

₊✩‧₊ ⎯ midnight first aid (12:21am) it’s not common for support techs to be out in the field, let alone caught mid-battle with a villain, but there’s a first time for everything.

content // comfort & fluff, pro hero au, reader is a support tech, mentions of blood, wound care, talks of marriage, don’t mind the katsurei selfship influence

『 k.bakugo masterlist 』

Everything hurts. Your head, body, and now…your heart.

“Why didn’t you call me?!” Bakugo cries out from your shared bathroom, rustling through the closet for your first aid kit. He’s grumbling something to himself that you can’t quite make out, but you know he’s upset - understandably so. You should have taken time to call him from the agency when your phone died, but too much was happening and time got away from you.

He returns a few moments later, gripping your wrist and tugging you over to the couch. You settle into your normal spot as he rips open the metal tin, grabbing some cotton pads to soak them with alcohol. Bakugo carefully dabs away the dried blood from your cheeks and chin, causing you to wince at the stinging pain.

“What the fuck even happened, baby? Your shift ended at 9 and it’s past midnight.” His voice has descended from anger to pure concern. He knew you must have a reason why you didn’t call him, why you didn’t bother to let him know you were safe.

“I…got caught up in a villain attack. There was an emergency request for the nearby sector that needed replacement gear, and when I got there, it was chaos,” you explain, exhaustion littered all throughout your speech. “LeMillion’s suit ripped too much and he needed a patch up to continue using his quirk without reprocussion. While helping him off to the side, the villain attacked us. The others did their best to distract him.”

“Christ,” Bakugo grumbles under his breath, biting the inside of his cheek. He pushes your hair out of your face to uncover the lone cut above your eyebrow, three fresh stitches holding it together. The glint of worry in his eyes softens once he sees them, knowing you had been evaluated by a medical team gave him some peace of mind.

“Get up,” he instructs, waiting for you to move out of your spot. And you do, long enough for him to take your place and pull you back into his lap. He does another once over of the damage on your face and collarbone, clicking his tongue against his teeth in disapproval.

“Med team let you walk out all bloody an’ shit?”

You settle into his lap and place your hands on his shoulders. “Guess they thought I’d just wash it off at home.”

“Fuckin’ shitty if ya ask me. They didn’t even clean around your stitches,” Bakugo comments, examining them further before dabbing alcohol around the edges of the gash. When you squeeze your eyes shut at the pain, the wound releases a droplet of blood. He groans in annoyance, reaching for a proper wound cover to prevent anymore damage to your pretty face.

“M’gonna rip that team a new one tomorrow, fuckin’ shitty ass job patchin’ you up. This could get infected if not covered to let the stitches do their damn job.”

You knew this was gonna happen from the second you unlocked the door and Bakugo was in your face about where you were, anxiously waiting for you. Frowning, you shake your head. “Kats, baby, it’s not—”

“It’s a big fuckin’ deal to me when you’re comin’ home in the dead of night and covered in blood!” He cradles your cheeks in his hands, fingers trembling against your skin. The dim moonlight illuminating the living room highlights the glassiness of his crimson stare, making your heart sink deeper into your chest.

“I don't wanna worry about getting a call about you bein' in the hospital,” he whispers, voice cracking as he’s casting his eyes downward to avoid your gaze. “I...don't know what I'd do if I lost you."

"Hey," you soothe, nuzzling your nose with his and placing your hand on the back of his neck to keep him close. “I’m here, I’m not going anywhere.”

Bakugo takes a deep breath, closing his eyes to calm himself down from the anxious thoughts clouding his mind. You’re right - you’re safe and sound, that’s what matters.

“Damn right, you’re stuck with me,” he leans forward to place a soft kiss to your lips, holding the back of your head tenderly. When you part, he stays close before mumbling, “Forever.”

“I dunno, my finger’s looking a little naked for being stuck with you forever,” you joke, giggling maniacally when Bakugo’s face and neck instantly flush pink. “I’m kidding, babe. You know I love—”

He cuts you off with a second kiss, deeper and rougher than the last. He moves his hand from the back of your head to your back for support. In between kisses, you think you hear him say, “Fine, marry me then.”

Now your face is beat red, body growing hot from his words that you’re…not even sure he actually said. You let out a quiet ‘huh?’ in response, speechless as you sit back in his lap. He cackles, shit-eating grin plastered across his face when he teasingly says, “Think you’re hearin’ shit, sweets. Let’s get ya in the shower and to bed.”

You get up from the couch and follow him to the bathroom, his shirt already off by the time you shut the door. You can’t help but wonder if you were hearing things…maybe it’s just your exhaustion.

Or maybe, just maybe…it was real, and you just have to be patient. For now, you’re more than content with what you two have now.

@slayfics @maddietries @starieq @liluvtojineteyam @jays-adventure3 @simp-plague @queenpiranhadon

[izvmimi]

cw: selfship content. married with named children. fluff.

Izuku has been pacing around the kitchen for the past five minutes, and you, devilish as you are, are pretending not to notice, content with your late night snack of hot chocolate and lightly buttered bread.

The kids are all asleep, or at the very least turned in for the night, and things have been overall peaceful in the Midoriya household for the past few days, so whatever has your husband in distress is unlikely to be that bad. Additionally, he has an expression he makes when the situation is more embarrassing than dire, and that's written all over his face at the moment.

You bite into a particularly crunchy part of the bread and the sound appears to echo - Izuku looks at you and you return his gaze with your mouth full, blinking innocently, then burst out laughing when he frowns.

"Fine, I'll bite. What's wrong, baby?" you ask.

Izuku stops pacing then stands still facing you, one arm crossed over his chest and his other hand balled into a fist under his chin.

"Did you know Izumi had a crush on..." his voice was already hushed, but now it falls into a barely audible whisper, "... Ami?"

You blink. That's all? you wonder.

"Well, yeah..." you reply. "He's uh... been like that since he was 8?"

"What?!"

Izuku looks betrayed for a moment, then moves over to you quickly, pulling out a chair to plop down on.

"Okay, but his sketchbook is literally filled with portraits of just her!"

You drink the last of your hot cocoa, then smile at him, resting your hand on his wrist posed on the table.

"Sounds like his dad."

Izuku turns pink at the ears, but then he shakes his head, trying to focus.

"It's not the same!"

You sigh. "Are they tasteful at least? They seemed fine when I saw them."

Izuku's mouth opens and closes quickly. "W-What do you mean tasteful?"

"I mean he is 15."

"___! They're okay, he's not a pervert!"

You tilt your head to the side. "Exactly, so what's the problem?"

Izuku looks at you with incredulity, shocked by your unbothered manner. "You know, perhaps the 10 year age difference??" Izuku starts. "What if he gets his heart broken? It's not like it can happen!"

You take another long look at him, then laugh again.

"Don't burst a blood vessel, it's just puppy love. He'll get over it."

"I didn't get over my first crush!"

"... Honey, how old do you think I am?" you ask. He sighs then sidesteps your statement, knowing he sounds ridiculous, then presses his head against the table. You push your plate and mug aside now, then take his fingers in yours, and he turns his head to the side to look up at you.

"You know, it's not weird for your teenage son to have a crush on a pretty girl, especially when she was his babysitter most of his life. It's harmless."

Izuku frowns.

"It's not weird I promise. Plus, it won't last." With that last part you lean just a bit closer to whisper, "I heard him on the phone with someone else, he has a crush on another person in his class right now, which I also know because he actually starts caring if I iron his shirts for school."

Izuku seems briefly relieved, then again bothered by this additional info.

"Why doesn't he tell me anything?" he asks.

"Teenagers don't tell anyone anything, don't worry about it." You say, squeezing his fingers. He gives you a half-smile, then you decide to change the subject.

"By the way, Atsuna needs to get stuff for cheerleading, so you can you take her tomorrow? I have some errands I need to run."

"Cheerleading? When did she start cheerleading?"

Izuku looks genuinely dumbfounded, following you as you get up to put your dish away.

"Two weeks ago." You snap your fingers. "I need you to keep up."

He pouts, and you actually feel a little bad.

"I'm kidding," you insist, but the damage is already done. You lead him back to a seat in the kitchen, and he frowns again, tapping his foot anxiously as he sits.

"I'm a shit father," he mumbles, and your heart aches for just a moment. You shake your head then cup his face in your hands. Izuku looks at you and you soften then kiss him.

"No way. You're just doing a ton at once right now. Let me take care of things for now, and then we'll catch up this weekend, okay?"

His hands circle around your wrists, and he's not completely convinced but he nods.

"You do such a great job, I wanna pull my weight," he murmurs and kisses you again. You let his kisses warm you more than the cocoa and press your forehead against his.

"You pull yours too, baby. We can't give 100% to everything all the time so I'll cover you and you cover me, okay?"

He nods.

"Thank you," he adds. You move out of your seat into his lap, and caress the side of his chin, feeling the roughness of his unshaven face, tired but still handsome.

"I'm taking more days off," he promises.

"You don't have to," you insist.

"I don't have to, but I want to."

You laugh but it's just a breath through your nose, and press yourself closer to him so that your face buries into his chest.

"#1 Pro Hero wants more days off so he can give his son the Talk? That will go over well with the Hero Commission."

Your sarcasm hits a little too close to home but he gently grips your fingers again and pulls them to his mouth, kissing the finger tips.

"Izuku, your husband and the father of your kids, wants to spend more time with the beautiful woman he married and the children he helped create," he states. You look into his eyes and he looks determined to make a change and you smile, accepting his resolve.

"Thank you."

---

Your phone rings in the late evening on Sunday, and you can't help but be amused as you pick up. The second you say hello, you can already hear screaming on the other end of the line.

"Is there a reason Deku is suddenly off the patrol schedule for an entire month?!"

You stifle a laugh.

"Why don't you ask him, Kacchan?" Calling his name like your husband does only serves to aggravate him more.

"Very funny. Tell him to pick up the fucking phone."

You glance over at your husband who is busy helping your youngest daughter, Ai, braid her hair down for bed in the living room. Ai holds a mirror and tells him where to part her curls, and Izuku's tongue sticks out as he tries the style on the video on the TV screen. Despite his slight confusion, he looks happy as Ai observes his work and gives him plentiful encouragement.

"When he's no longer busy. Bye! Hug the wife and kids for me!" you say cheerfully as you hang up.

[universallydestinytaco]

SF Fandom Rant

CW: Half-Way Jokingly Unhinged Nerd Rage

EDIT: Just to clarify I was there when Adult Swim announced the festival and unveiled what it was going to look like before opening, I didn't get to go but I wish I did.

What kinda frustrates me is when some fans who think they've been in this fandom for long enough say some silly nonsense like "Oooh Pim is underrated or not as loved as the other main characters he needs more love (ToT)"....Meanwhile as someone who has obsessively-compulsively scurried in and out of EVERY SINGLE MAIN TAG FOR SMILING FRIENDS on almost all social media sites (plus countless YouTube comment sections and that WRETCHED troglodyte-ridden shitgutter known as Reddit) I can confirm that this entire fandom has always been overflowing with an endless supply of Pim fanworks, cosplays, getting shipped with Charlie and various other characters canon AND fanmade (plus quite a bit of selfshipping) or comments gushing about how cute and sweet he is...not to mention Charpim is obviously THE most popular ship in the fandom from what I've seen on A03! All the Pim fanworks and whatnot get a shit ton of attention too, they get TONS of likes and comments! Also on a sidenote, polls I've seen voting for one's favorite character, Pim is either second and in one or two cases, even first in Favorite Character polls while either Alan or Glep are at the bottom, not to say that either character mentioned are unpopular in fact FAR from it considering I spent so much time browsing fanworks for this show, trust me. Glep is a little meme machine and Alan is a he/him sapphic icon because of all the fangirls he has!

And furthermore, a testament to Pim's popularity being much bigger than one would expect is when I was there when Adult Swim's annual festival was unveiled to the masses on their socials and every single one of us online that day collectively losing our heads (hehe) over this lovely sight:

This image was spreading around like wildfire + the comment sections where mostly talking about Pim's bulbous, perfectly-round head.

"Underrated" my ass, Pim gets A TON of well-deserved love in this fandom, honestly you know who's the most underrated Smiling Friend? My baby girl Smormu where's all the cute Smormu fanart and fanfics you cowards!? I mean look at this lil' cutie go!

*slams fists on table dramatically* WHERE'S MY SMORMU CONTENT DAMMIT!?

*Nasally Laugh* Okay in all seriousness I know Smormu was made as a joke but can y'all stop making Pim out to be a forgotten/underrated character like he's some scrapped character from the pilot? There are plenty of unpopular/underrated characters on this show I can name on the back of my hand because I scrutinize every bit of trivia surrounding this show (like Zoey, Marge, Mr. Boss to some extent but less-so since S2, Jennifer, Desmond...) and Pim is NOT one of them! Thanks for coming to my TED talk, byeeee.

(PS. Be sure to check back on this lil ol' blog of mine for the latest chapter of my mushy Charpim fanfic dropping later tonight 😉)

[aimfor-theheart]

pairing: nicholas d. wolfwood x reader

a/n: just really self indulgent and sorta selfship coded tbh. he’s just on my mind.

***

“ready yet?” nicholas asks it around the cigarette, leans back in his seat to blow the smoke behind you.

“for?” you ask, still smiling from the last round of giggles he’d inspired in you.

the night is cool and clear and you’re on the balcony of his apartment, the stars a scattering of milky light across the sky. the city mirrors it, pricks of light scattered across the vast, dark world below, too. somewhere, someone is singing drunkenly.

“you know what for.” he says evenly and you can feel the warmth radiating from his big hand on the back of your chair.

you look at him and feel the heat in his dark gaze, the love that’s held there. the intensity of it, of all that adoration, makes you feel—

nervous. skittish.

you shy away from his gaze, cast your eyes out to the sky.

he takes another slow drag and you listen to the inhale.

“not yet, i don’t think.”

your voice carries below and above, gentle on the wind.

he exhales.

“okay,” he says easily. his knuckles brush the nape of your neck, a slow pass, playing with the baby hairs there. it’s gentle, a little ticklish, but you don’t move an inch. “would you tell me when you are? or should i keep asking?”

your lips tug up at the corners. “i’ll tell you,” you vow, “but i do like when you ask.”

nick smiles now, too. slow, a little amused. he shakes his head but it’s just shy of fond. “then i’ll keep askin’. you know you’re getting spoiled?”

you turn and look at him—really look at him with his smile that is a little lopsided and the flash of a canine tooth behind full lips. the stubble on his jaw and his broad shoulders, shirt undone and open. the dark sweep of his lashes and the curve of his nose and the way he looks back at you through the haze of smoke.

you really do love him, you think.

“and whose made me that way?” you shoot back.

he laughs a little, rough and around the cigarette as his hand suddenly squeezes at the nape of your neck.

“yeah—yeah.” he waves you off, waves away some of the smoke. “i know. i can’t help it.”

you laugh now, turning to pluck the cigarette from his mouth—mostly burnt away now—and put it out on the ash tray on the little, glass table in front of you. he doesn’t protest, though, because you wrap your arms around his neck. and his hand slides over the expanse of your back, pulling you closer like a reflex.

“you’re a big softy.” you tell him and he’s looking at you all bedroom soft, eyes lidded, other hand suddenly snaking around your waist to pull you the rest of the way into his lap.

he only hums vaguely, too focused now on your lips, on how close you are.

you brush your nose along his, a show of affection. “it doesn’t bother you?” you ask.

his brows lift slightly at that, eyes refocusing on your own.

“to wait? or to ask?”

“either—both.”

he shakes his head, “nah—what the hell else am i gonna do?”

“well—“

“this is all i want.” he says before you can voice an insecurity and you feel the way his hands squeeze at you. “i’m happy to wait—i’m content like this. with you, however you’ll have me.”

you swallow hard, looking at the dark planes of his face, so soft in the city light. your hand tangles in the hair at the nape of his neck.

there’s an ache somewhere inside you, tender like a bruise.

he presses down on it, “we’ve got a lifetime to settle—i’m not worried. i’m happy to follow you.”

before you can stop it, tears prick your eyes, a little stinging. “you know i love you?” you say, even as the first tear escapes the line of your lashes and slips down the slope of your cheek.

nick catches it with his thumb, sweeps it away all together. and then he chases it with a kiss. another to your jaw.

“i know,” he murmurs, “i love you, too, sweetheart.”

you tuck your face into his neck, letting him bundle you into his arms—you feel too fragile, you feel too exposed. you want to hide in the cage of his chest, want his arms to melt into your body, to always hold you.

“i won’t make you wait forever, you know?” you get out, voice thick, because you feel like he needs to know. “it’s only you—my future is all yours.”

he hums lightly, rubbing strong hands over your back and shoulders.

“i know,” he agrees gently, “and in the meantime, i’ll keep askin’ cause you like it.”

you smile, a little damp, but lean up to suddenly catch him in a kiss. quick and hard and loving that melts into something softer, more tender.

“it’s my favorite question,” you tell him. he tastes like tabacco—some of the red wine you’d had earlier.

he tastes like the future, and of endless nights like these.

“i think it’s mine, too.”

[ghostlygeto]

pairing: osamu miya x f!reader

warnings: stepdad!osamu (kind of?), establish relationship w osamu, best friend/baby daddy!bokuto, 5 year old daughter, use of the word “mommy” and “daddy but from an actual baby child, this is incredibly self indulgent. 100% selfship content, not proof read don’t look at me

wc: 1k somehow lol

you and osamu had been together six months before you finally introduced him to your daughter, mayumi. it took you another four months before you really started letting them interact together, afraid that she’d grow attached to him and something would happen, leaving her confused and heartbroken.

that however was almost a year and a half ago. now it was rare to find her anywhere other than attached to osamu’s hip, begging to go to “osa’giri” as she adorably called osamu’s restaurant. and if you weren’t there keeping him company while he worked you were at either of your apartments. you were almost convinced she liked him more than she liked you at this point.

today was no different, the three of you sitting in your apartment. mayumi being five, she was constantly running in the room, looking between you and osamu before rushing back into her bedroom to do god knows what. it made the two of you laugh each time, placing little bets back and forth as to what she was doing. it didn’t take long for her to run in for the final time with two pieces of paper in her small hands.

she handed you and osamu each a piece of paper, both being drawings of the three of you in messy crayon.

you watched the way osamu’s eyes lit up, like she had just handed him the most priceless piece of art in the world, large smile painted on his face. “this fer me, umi?” his use of her nickname made your heart swell, watching mayumi carefully as she nodded her head.

“mm!” she beamed, pointing at the picture in his hand, “made one for mommy’s fridge, wanted to make one for daddy’s, too!”

both you and osamu had completely frozen at her words, sharing a look between each other. the two of you never talked about whether or not mayumi would call him any variation of dad, you were worried he’d be against the idea while he was worried he’d be overstepping if he asked.

even at five, mayumi was a smart girl. she caught the way both of your faces stopped and looked at each other, even after you quickly corrected yourselves and thanked her for the drawing. she ran back into her room, you didn’t miss the way her big eyes filled up with tears right before.

“i’m gonna go talk to her,” you set the paper down on the table and followed your daughter into her room, where she sat on the floor crying. “mayumi, baby, what’s wrong? i promise ‘samu and i loved your drawing-”

“am i in trouble for calling osa daddy?” she asked, latching herself onto your shoulder as soon as you sat next to her, “i don’t want you or daddy to be mad at me, it was an accident, i swear!”

“mad at you?” you pulled her away to look in her eyes, wiping the tears from her cheeks. “baby, daddy and i would never be mad at your for an accident. you just caught ‘samu and i off guard. if you feel like you want to call him that, we’ll talk to your dad okay?” you rubbed your hand on her back, hugging her tightly. you waited until she settled down and stopped crying to ask if she wanted to be alone, giving her a kiss on the forehead and saying a small goodbye before walking back out to osamu.

you didn’t let it show to her, but you were very nervous about what he’d have to say. it couldn’t be anything horrible, he’s the one that introduced you and osamu in the first place. but still, that didn’t mean he’d want to share the title of dad.

“what was wrong?” osamu asked, nervously running his hands over his thighs. he loved mayumi like his own daughter, no matter how long he had known the little girl. she was his whole world, and seeing her cry made his heart ache, “was everything okay?”

“she was worried she’d be in trouble for calling you daddy,” you told him, “she said she didn’t want bo or i to be mad at her for it.” your heart hurt recounting her words, her little golden eyes full of tears. she looked just like her father sometimes, and crying was included in those times. “i told her that she wasn’t, but i think it’s about time you and i have that conversation with him.”

osamu felt like his heart was going to burst. of course he would be thrilled if mayumi wanted to call him some variation of dad. but he was worried bokuto would be less than thrilled about it. she’s his baby, afterall, osamu wasn’t sure he’d want his daughter to call another man dad, either. “d’ya think he’s free right now?”

bonus moment !

“bokuto are you crying right now?” you asked, squinting your eyes at your phone screen. he could try to lie, but you knew your best friend like the back of your hand. he was definitely holding back tears, “if you’re not okay with it, i’ll find a way to explain to umi that-”

“that’s not it,” bokuto sniffled, smiling at you through the phone while wiping some of the tears away from his eyes, “she can call him whatever she wants. i’m just happy she’s got someone else to be there for her like that y’know? i know i can’t there for her as much as i want to be. i’m thankful osamu will be able to be that for her where i can’t be,”

osamu looked away from the camera, trying to hold back tears of his own. it meant a lot to get bokuto’s approval of something like this. “thank you, bokuto. promise i’ll take real good care of her. of both of them.”

“you better,” boktuo sniffled another time, “those are my girls. most important people in my life.”

you were too busy wiping away your tears (this was a big moment for all of you, tears are expected okay) to see the way osamu looked over at you, but bokuto saw the whole thing.

“they’re mine, too, bokuto. won’t let anything happen to them.”

reblog, comments, nd likes appreciated ;3

[echoes-lighthouse]

Tate and Echo: The Full Story

I'm trying to get all my lore for my selfships down on paper, and people said they would be most likely to engage with text posts with illustrations, so that's what I'm doing! I'm writing them so that they're hopefully understandable to people who don't know the source material (in this case, American Horror Story Season 1)

Previously: Toga

This selfship is pretty damn dark because of the source material being a horror show, so content warnings for murder, ableism, abuse, sexual assault, school shootings, suicide, toxic relationships, self harm, and parent/child death. Also I really struggled to summarize the ending to the story, because it's a bit of an eldritch ritual thing that only makes sense in the context of the story I haven't written lol

Chapter One: Backstories 

Tate Langdon was born in 1977, the youngest of three siblings and the first to be born without a disability. Accordingly, he grew up as his abusive mother’s ‘golden child,’ trying to protect his siblings and ultimately failing. His father allegedly ran away with an affair partner when he was six years old, leaving him the “man of the house” according to his mother (who had, in fact, killed his father and the affair partner). 

When Tate was 17, his older brother was murdered with the direction of his mother, who didn’t want him taken away from her due to her abuse (chaining him in the attic). Tate tried to kill his brother’s murderer, then killed fifteen people at his school, Westfield High, and committed suicide via police. 

Tate died in the property known as “the Murder House,” in which all people who die there remain in the house as ghosts, to serve an unknown hunger that lingers in its history. 

Echo Makovsky was born in 1987, an only child. They grew up happily, a third-generation witch with traditions passed down from their grandmother. They occasionally struggled with their powers, but ultimately graduated high school and went into a teaching degree. 

In 2012, everything went wrong for Echo: their best friend died in a car accident, their parents both passed away in the span of eight months. They took two months of bereavement, and then left their job altogether. By the next year, they had taken a new job teaching in the US, and they were looking at places to stay. 

While visiting for an interview, they took a tour of the Murder House and were immediately struck by the house’s energy. They went back to Canada, considered their options, and ultimately used their parents’ inheritance to buy the property. 

August 2014 finds Echo moving into the house that has claimed so many spirits, not knowing what they will find there… and also taking a teaching position at Westfield High. 

Chapter Two: First Meeting 

Echo enters the house and immediately starts to have nightmares. The house has many interlocking desires, but one of the pressing ones is to have a baby, to create a baby, to have something small to hold and nurture. Tate has promised one of the other ghosts that he’ll get them a baby, and Echo looks like a perfect opportunity. Among the nightmares of fire and bathtubs and searching endless hallways, Echo has a dream that a man comes to their room in the night and forces himself on them. 

That is, technically, Tate and Echo’s first meeting, although only one of them knows it. 

Echo starts to explore the house and encounter the spirits that dwell within it. They start to get into little routines: reading children’s books to the unseen sisters who like to sit by the fireplace and whisper to each other, making tea for the woman who wanders through the kitchen every day in tears, and rolling a ball back and forth with the spirit in the attic, who never speaks. 

One day, Echo is playing with the ghost in the attic and Tate introduces himself, joining the two of them. He tells Echo about Beau, his brother, the spirit chained in the attic. Tate is the first ghost that can actually talk to Echo properly, and they’re determined to get more information from him. 

Chapter Three: Getting Together 

Tate starts following Echo around after that, asking them questions and stealing their books. Echo likes him: he’s sardonic and sweet, clingy but goading in turn. He has information and tips about the spirits of children in the house, but stays closed-mouthed about most of the adults. The gaps in his information only make Echo more interested in his story, as do the inconsistencies in his behavior. 

Tate has always known how to be sweet and lovely: he knows that he’s pretty, he knows that he can use it to his advantage. The difference is that he’s never wanted to before. His mother always wanted him to be the perfect son, charming and soft, so he made himself as sharp and abrasive as he could manage. 

Now, he wants Echo for himself. He knows that the house wants them: he knows that every member of the house will want something from them. Tate is determined to stake his claim first, enough that Echo will choose him when the others come knocking. 

So he plays the vulnerable, the bird with a wounded wing. He’s attentive, he plays with his sweater sleeves, he confesses his insecurities, he talks about his nightmares instead of his hallucinations. He tries not to flinch under the onslaught of affection he receives in return, but it’s still not enough, still not more than Echo gives to all the members of the house. So he crawls into their arms and presses them against the back of the couch and Echo takes him to bed. 

And Tate thought he would be satisfied: he’s special, he’s chosen, but he’s lying. He’s playing a part and it’s starting to make him feel sick. The closer Echo gets to the other spirits, the closer Echo gets to finding out about the first night they were together, and Tate still can’t tell them how he died, or how he knew his mother abused his siblings and did nothing, or anything that isn’t part of the sweet boy he’s made himself into, to be easy to swallow, easy to hold. 

Part Four: Where We’re At  The Conclusion

It’s at work that things fall apart: in a conversation with another teacher, Tate is mentioned as the shooter that caused so much collective trauma at the school, and the pieces start clicking together. I hold onto the information for a while, resentful of needing to be the one to bring it up, trying to look at Tate from the right angle to make it all make sense. Trying to pretend that things can keep going as they’ve been. 

Filled with my months of labor and love, the house is finally opening up. Knowing that it might mean abandoning Tate, I descend into the heart of the house and give myself to the deepest reaches of the house’s need. I no longer know if I can fix things, with Tate or with the house itself, but I no longer care about my own well-being, and I can hope that my sacrifice will help. 

The house accepts me, and the First Abandoned Child, Thaddeus, is reborn through me: a bloody process that would have killed me if the spirits of the house hadn’t come together to save me. I come out of the process alive and with a baby in my arms, which is a bit of a shock since I was on birth control this whole time and have never intended to have a baby. But the house is suddenly alive again, and the spirits are given the chance to move on. 

Not all of them choose to leave: Nora stays to be with her child properly, the twins want to stay to cause more mischief, and there are a couple of ghosts who just aren’t ready for whatever comes next, but a great majority move on. 

And then there is Tate. 

For a while, I think he might have left without saying goodbye: I don’t see him anywhere, and I grieve for him with the others, but I’m still hopeful. Eventually, he comes to me, and we can finally talk honestly. It’s a long discussion, but Tate decides to stay, at least for a while. And I love him, as he is. It will take a long time for him to believe it, but I’m willing to put in the work. I can remodel the house, I can keep the gardens, I can raise my child, and I can love Tate unconditionally. 

In the years to come, Thaddeus will grow, and the remaining spirits will move on, but as long as they are in the house, I will love them, and when the time comes to let go, I will continue to love them, wherever they are. 

[ir0n-moon]

What I think of you based on which Metalocalypse character you selfship with

Nathan: Immaculate taste. I know you would treat him right because he would treat you right in the first place. You two make a very cute couple and I hope I'm invited to the wedding

Pickles: You're either exceedingly extroverted or just an introvert with a knack for "getting" people. You're a Cool Girl (gender neutral) but you're likely very stressed by your daily life. The Horrors persist but bitch, so will you

Murderface: You are operating on levels most people can't even begin to comprehend and I love that for you. You have trascended to a higher plane of consciousness. Your third eye opened when you were like six years old or something

Skwisgaar: You're a self-proclaimed hoe who doesn't actually have sex that often, and you're so valid for that.

Toki: You are probably very empathetic and DEFINITELY need a hug. You dislike being babied or talked down to, but you need to allow yourself to be loved more often

Charles: You are either the mom friend of your friend group, extremely kinky, a lesbian, or all of the above. Either way you are perfectly content knowing you picked the coolest choice. You're an icon.

Abigail: I don't know of a single person who selfships with Abigail but if you're out there you're a better feminist than I ever will be

[fyodior]

HI HIIII FLOORRAAA 🤍🫂 :> i have selfship questions with the f/o that popped into your mind first ?! > < soooo . you two wake up on an island. it’s just you two, and the island is small enough to where you could walk around the perimeter in a few hours !! WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING !! there’s lots of fruit, lots of animals, lots of pretty plants, fresh water, and there’s already a little house ?! it’s vacant too. are you two gonna explore ?? there might be a cave there too…. or maybe catch fish .. go hunting … pick flowers ???? i wanna know !!!! ^ ^

OOMGGG EVIE BABIE THIS IS TOO CUTE!!!!! and omg i'll choose togame cuz u know him and he's near and dear to my heart <3

im a little bit of a lazy girl and would be totally content just maybe doing a little bit of wandering, poking around, looking at animals, and then planting my butt on the tropical beach and playing in the water... and honestly togame is kinda the same. i don't think we'd go too crazy FSLDKFLK i think we'd def wanna take a full lap around together, do some exploring, togame def tries to climb a tree or two while i yell at him to get down LOL i can also see him trying to throw down with the first animal that looks at him the wrong way TT cue me dragging his ass away and distracting him with a coconut to the head or something. i think if we're on a private island just the two of us it would be a complete waste if we didn't get a little freaky in a cave or just somewhere.... like we'd HAVE to ya know....

thank u so much for asking that's so sweet :") ILY!!

[arickaandherfictionalothers]

To think that I could be deserving of an angel…

(Didn't cross my mind 'til you fell in my lap)

(Aricka x Mike )

(Mike comes home from work exhausted. Aricka takes care of him.)

(Content warnings: Aricka helps Mike take a bath, she washes/conditions his hair, gives him a back/shoulder rub, basically she pampers this sweet boy. If I missed anything let me know and I’ll fix it!)

( @astralshipper @rosieshipper @hyperionshipping @yeehawselfshipping @letsgofoletsgo @tsundere-selfship @callsign-revenge )

It was late. Abby was curled up in her blanket fort asleep when Aricka heard the door open and Mike walk in. She stood up, walked across the room out to where she knew he’d be leaning against the door, and held her arms open to him.

When he registered her standing there, he sighed wearily as he took the two steps forward into her arms, both of his wrapped firm yet loosely around her middle. One of hers was around his back and the other was in his hair, scratching his scalp with enough pressure to be comfortable but not enough to hurt.

He sighed again, his breathing tickling her neck, as he’d pressed his face against the spot where neck and shoulder met. “Hi..” he mumbled. She kisses the spot she could reach, that being his cheek, and he melted further into her hold.

“Hi, Mikey. Long night?” An indecipherable noise escaped the blob of human being in her arms. “I can fix that if you want?” An agreeable sound this time. “First, let’s take a walk upstairs and get you in the bath, big boy. Soak the gross day away. Get you all relaxing. Hm?” A more hesitant but still willing noise. “Use your words, baby. Can’t hear you with all that grunting.”

“S’fine,” he says, tightening his grip on her. She shakes her head.

“Silly boy. I’m not going to leave you. Let’s go upstairs and get you taken care of.”

The pair make their way upstairs, Mike pausing to check on Abby himself, shaking his head when he saw her in her fort and not her bed, but they continued to his bedroom together. Aricka headed to the bathroom, where she had already set up some bath supplies, and began drawing a bath for her care-deprived boyfriend. Knowing his secret preference for self care items she added a generous amount of bubble bath solution to the tub and swirled it carefully; and when it reached a comfortable temperature she turned the water off.

Mike came in the bathroom shirtless; and she left him alone so he could get in the tub, and she set up a few things for them to do after the bath.

Mike called her back in, and she walks into the bathroom to see him sitting with his knees tucked under his chin in the tub, looking a little more nervous than usual. “I’m pretty sure a bath is supposed to be relaxing, sweetheart,” she said. “You’re more tense than a rusty spring.” She sits on the edge of the tub, putting her hands on his shoulders. “Would a back rub help?”

Another wordless sound is all she gets, and she carefully begins to rub the tensed up, tightened muscles under her hands. “Tip your head to the left for me baby,” she says softly, and he complied wordlessly, “okay; now the right.” He does, and once she’d worked out the kinks in his shoulders, her hands made their way to his neck, using her fingertips to apply pressure to the more stiff areas where he held the most tension.

It worked- she could feel the muscles melt under her touch, Mike leaning back against her warm hands like a cat seeking affection. She slid her hands down to his arms and kissed the top of his head, then his shoulder, and his cheek finally. “You don’t have to be so strong around me, Mike. I’m here for you. I wanna take care of you and Abby.”

His breathing caught, and his eyes were closed; but she bet if they were open she’d have seen a slick-wet shine of barely hidden tears. “Gonna wash your hair for you, is that okay?”

“Mhm,” he says- better than a nonsensical sound but still just noise. No talking. She reached for the shampoo- almost empty, she noticed- and poured some into her hands; working it into a lather before she began washing his curls, using her fingertips to massage his scalp like she had when he’d walked in the door moments earlier, and they were both quiet, both lost in their own thoughts.

“Tilt your head back, I don’t want the soap getting in your eyes,” Aricka says softly, almost afraid to speak any louder. He does, and his hair almost touches her shirt as she began carefully rinsing it, detangling his hair as she went. “Gonna do conditioner now. Okay?” He nods, almost completely boneless in her hands, and she sets to work on fully pampering her boyfriend, working the conditioner through his hair and letting it sit for a few minutes before she rinsed it out. “I got you a leave-in conditioner too, thought you might like how it made your hair feel,” she says. “I’m going to let you get washed off, I gotta grab the towels from the dryer. I’ll be back in a minute, okay?”

“M’kay.” Finally. Words. She smiles and kisses his cheek before getting up and walking down to the laundry room where the towels were freshly warm and dry. She carried them back to the bathroom, stopping back in Mike’s room to finish the prep for their next activity- a movie night. She lit a few candles in scents she knew Mike and her both liked, and got the movie of choice- “Forrest Gump”- set up to play.

She walks back into the bathroom with the towels in her hand and she smiles at what she saw- Mike, almost asleep in the tub, a discarded wash rag hanging over the bathtub handle.

He works too hard these days, she thought absently. Aricka walks over to the tub and kneels down, running her fingers through Mike’s chocolate-caramel curls. “Mikey…” she says softly. “Sweet boy, I got plans for us still. A nice movie, some cozy pajamas and comfort snacks.”

His eyes open to look at her sleepily, not wearily anymore, and he nods. She holds the towels out to him and turns to face the bed as he gets out and dries off, donning the pajamas she’d got for him to wear. He steps up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her cheek as she had him a moment ago. The pair silently make their way to the bedroom and Mike makes an appreciative humming sound as he climbs in the freshly made bed and looks at Aricka expectantly.

She laughs and climbs in, reaching for the remote on the bedside table as he snuggles up to her and she wraps an arm around him protectively. “We can talk tomorrow,” she says. “Right now, we can watch a movie and fall asleep together. You and me.”

They lapse into a comforting silence, her hand carding through the still-drying curls, his hand rubbing her side absently. He tilts his head up, looks at her in the eyes. She tilts her head to the side. “Tomorrow,” he says before yawning. “I’m retuning the favor. Giving you the care you gave me tonight.” She smiles sweetly down at him, leaning so their lips connect, and his hand comes up to cup her cheek. “… I love you,” he says shyly.

Aricka beams and kisses him once more. “And I love you, my sweet, good boy.” She brushes the back of her hand against his face, thumb sweeping across the rosy apple of his cheek as his eyes slip shut. “Rest now, darling. I’m here. I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

[jokerislandgirl32]

About Me (aka: JIG32 Intro)!

I’ve been wanting to add this to my pinned for a while, so here it is! It is broken up into 3 Sections for you all to get to know me better: General ( the basic info about me), Blog Stuff (what you will see on my blog, my f/o and s/i list), My Favorite Things (some of my favorite things: shows, movies, animals, etc!).

Feel free to ask me/speak to me about anything you read here! I may be slow answering asks/interacting, but I love interacting with my mutuals!

Please see below cut! Tw for moving gifs and trauma mention!

General

💜 27 year old female.

💜 Libra! B-day: October 4th.

💜 Christian.

💜 Demisexual.

💜 College Graduate! Associate’s in General Studies and Bachelor’s of Science in History.

💜 Educator of littles by day (kindergarten whooo), and fangirl of villains and other misunderstood characters by night / when I’ve got a break from work.

💜 I love to spend time with my loved ones, sing, listen to music, obsess over my favorite characters and media, write, decorate, spend time in nature, and organize items!

💜 Cat mom to 4 cats (one boy and 3 girls).

💜 Mommy to an angel baby, Alexandria Rinella Varmitech 👼

💜 I’ve gone through a lot of trauma and hardship in my life, but my faith, my loved ones, and my favorite characters and media have helped me through it all! So this blog is like a love letter to all of that!

Blog Stuff

💜 I’m a fanfic author and wishful artist (I’m not very skilled at either, but I try).

💜 Hugeeee Fan of Zach Varmitech, Arthur Fleck, any version of the Joker, Kevin Wendell Crumb, Loki, Oswald Cobblepot, Cedric the Sorcerer, The Grinch (2018 version my beloved), and Klarion the Witch Boy. My blog content is centered around these characters.

💜 Self shipper! You will see A LOT of self shipping stuff on this blog. My main romantic f/o is Zach Varmitech from Wild Kratts. My self insert is Violet Virginia Varmitech nèe Tyler! I’m iffy sharing Zach, but if you respect me, and Zach and Violet, (show us no hatred), I am fine sharing him!

💜My secondary romantic f/o is the Grinch from the 2018 Illumination Grinch movie. My self insert is Aurora Borealis Who! I am completely fine sharing Grinch!

💜 I selfship platonically with Gaston Gourmand from Wild Kratts, but he’s also a bit of a crush/potential romantic f/o. I ship Gourmand with Zach as well, so I consider Zach, Gourmand, and Violet to have something of a poly relationship. I am okay sharing Gourmand!

💜 Veneer from Trolls 3 is a platonic/familial f/o of mine. He’s like my supportive best friend and brother!

💜 I also selfship romantically with Arthur Fleck, Young Justice Joker, and Loki. My s/i for Arthur and YJ Joker is Clarissa Wane. I haven’t figured out a s/i for Loki yet, but I’m thinking she’ll be called Scarlett. These are more “former relationships” of mine, but I still love each of these characters dearly, and I’m completely fine sharing them!

💜 The specific content you will find on this blog will include: Zach Varmitech Gushing, Wild Kratts content, Ziolet (Zach and Violet) posts, fanfic and au posts, posts about any of my other favorite characters/media, quotes I relate to/ I am inspired by, funny memes, funny/cute animal/nature posts, and fall/holiday stuff (Halloween and Christmas countdowns, etc.).

💜 Ask box/requests are always open, see my pinned post for more info, but I may be slow responding to asks/requests!

These Are A Few Of My Favorite Things…

💜 Favorite shows: Wild Kratts, A Haunting, Green Acres, Gilligan’s Island, Sofia the First, Young Justice, Gotham, 90 Day Fiancé (and any/all spinoffs), The Waltons, Little House On The Prairie, Andi Mack.

💜 Favorite Movies: Signs, Split (2016), The Dark Knight, Joker (2019), The Conjuring, Sleepy Hollow, Hocus Pocus, Twitches, Corpse Bride, Horton Hears A Who!, The Grinch (2018), Elf, A Christmas Story, The Lorax, Rise of the Guardians, Titanic, The Great Gatsby (2013), Thor, The Avengers, Thor: The Dark World, Thor: Ragnarok.

💜 Favorite animals/insects: Cats are my favorite animals, and butterflies are my favorite insect. I also love all wild cats, foxes, raccoons, deer, turtles, moths, dragonflies, hummingbirds, and fish!

💜 Favorite season: Fall.

💜 Favorite holiday: Halloween, but I also love Thanksgiving and Christmas.

💜 Favorite Music Artists: Halsey, Melanie Martinez, Elton John, Big Time Rush, AURORA, Ellie Goulding, Oh Wonder, Conor Maynard, Taylor Swift, and Selena Gomez are among my favorites!

💜 Favorite colors: Royal blue, sky blue, violet, lilac, emerald green, blue violet, black, gray, silver.

💜 Favorite Places To Be: At the Outer Banks or in the Blue Ridge Mountains!

I will likely update this post in the future!

💜 - JIG32

[sleepygamerotaku]

sleepy selfship hcs

Paring:

Belhpegor, Scaramouche, Vil Schoenheit, Diluc Ragnivindr, L Lawliet, Dan Heng X me (? s/i??)

Prompt:

none

Content Warnings:

uhmm..?? insomnia, mentions of sleep issues idk i probably missed something

Reader pronouns:

not mentioned ig

Authors note:

it is almost 2 AM for me- i have not slept so uhm ignore any grammar mistakes i'm tired and too lazy to fix them- this is painful for my tired lil smooth brain to do ong- also uhm happy pride month i'll do a pride month related thing later ig-also my first time putting little uhm.. character qoute thingies on there so yea- also ik this is cringe but i'm tired and in a fruity sleepy mood also kinda too lazy to properly tag

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♡　I like to think that Belhpegor has made a nest in the attic with like a bunch of blankets and pillows and plushies he stole from me (like not the bed he has up there―somewhere behind the curtains probably)and he grew attached to it because of how long he was up there-

♡　With this in mind- in the wee hours of night Belphie will take me up there and like snuggle into the nest with me and like i play with his hair and we just sleep until it's already lunch and the brothers have to send a search party for us/j

×

"C'mon...~ we can stay sleeping like this just a bit longer.. right?"

♡　Uhm i just like to think―totally not just bc i'm gay or anything― that Scaramouche really loves to cuddle. especially after a long and tiring day- like it doesn't matter if it's on a bed a couch or outside somewhere in the woods(he doesn't really like pda―honestly same― so if it's somewhere really visible it's an immediate no) he'll randomly kinda just- slink his arms around my shoulders or waist and rest his chin on my head. he'll also instantly fall asleep we're lying down and i fidget with the pads of his rough, slender fingers. just instantaneous comfort for both of us

×

"..If you think I enjoy you playing with my fingers like this then- wait... don't stop... "

♡　Me, being the light sleeper i am, wake up to the slightest and movements of sounds and struggle to fall asleep. just in general. Vil, knowing this, complains about my horrendous sleeping schedule and how it'll worsen my already terrible eye bags. because of this Vil refuses to let me sleep alone because he thinks i'm doing this to myself. she's harsh to me but it's because he's genuinely concerned. she'll cuddle me until i start dozing off and will not move. a. single. hair. he'll help me with makeup if my eyebags get too bad though<33

×

"Augh.. Potato, if you keep this up your beautiful face will be ruined with those pesky dark circles... though it rather suits you, love, i cannot allow your nights to be tiresome and sleepless."

♡　Due to how late Diluc trends to come home he's upset when i'm awake because it's very late but he's glad to be greeted by his boyfriend. almost immediately gets out of his work clothes and slips into bed with me. i like to think he sleeps without a shirt on so uhm... tiddie pillow soft and warm ♥

×

"I've missed you my love.. I'm glad to be home after what feels to be a century... thank you for this"

♡　L is also just as guilty when it comes to having a bad sleeping schedule. but when he isn't busy―which is basically never― he'll try to sleep with me and he talks about anything and everything until i get tired bc he's gay like that-

×

"Dear, I have an exuse to be awake at such unhealthy hours, but it's bringing me concern for you. Come, we'll sleep together for a while.."

♡　Hear me out tho- Dan Heng probably gives like the best cuddles ever. i just like to think that he'd hold me with a tight possessive grip but gentle and not enough hurt me. he's just too baby to ever actually hurt me on purpose. he'll try to caress my cheek but i just grab his hand and leave it against my face. this mentally kills him (in a /pos way ofc) he gets all blushy and giggly. he also gushes s lot when he's sleepy. just a lil habit of his<33

×

"I really do not understand how I got so lucky.. what..? n-no... I'm not blushing.."

thank you for reading! reblogs are greatly appreciated<3 please don't copy/translate my works to different platforms.

[izvmimi]

cw: okay this is literally selfship content written in second person just for comfort atp. pregnancy and lactation mentions. izuku has a newborn with a name. cultural food mention.

Izuku’s first son is born in the middle of the night in mid-October, and while only two weeks have passed since the new addition to the Midoriya family, for Izuku it’s both an eternity and a blur. The rest of the world has come to a standstill since that very day, especially every moment his infant son Izumi is in his arms, and it makes him wonder at times what his own father may have felt holding him carefully for those first months, even if it is moot at this point. Izumi is already growing in front of his very eyes even if he is so very tiny and always rooting against his chest to satisfy his nearly constant hunger; Izuku thumbs away the soft dark curls peeking from under his knit cap, a present from Eri, and smiles. He isn’t crying and it’s not time for a feed yet. 

Izuku trails around the kitchen with his son, humming gently to himself. He wonders if you’re awake yet, remembering that Izumi is not the only one in this house that needs to be fed at dinnertime. Izuku's mother won’t be back until 8pm this evening, and your mother, having flown in to Japan three weeks ago, is out on excursion with her, Inko taking kindly to your mother whose limited Japanese doesn’t limit her desire to communicate and get to know everyone. Positioning Izumi carefully so that he can free up his right hand, he texts the two women not to worry about dinner at home, sending enough money to Inko and your mother separately that they can choose where to have a nice dinner. Inko thanks him on the phone, but your mother calls.

“What did I tell you about trying to buy my affection, son?” she laughs. Inko is close behind and he can hear her giggle as well. 

“Is it working?” he jokes. He knows that if you overheard him you would slap him on the shoulder, but for now you’re napping, and he’ll do anything he can to make sure you get the rest you need. Inko says something about how she raised him to do anything but bribe, and your mom laughs loudly, but they hang up after checking on you and him, off to do more shopping and getting to know each other.

Izumi coos and Izuku tuts at him, as he opens the fridge and prepares dinner in bed for you. Your mother insists on a food he knows little about, but is supposed to be good for recovery and breastfeeding (and also took her forever to make), so he makes sure to steam couscous and heat up sticky nkui and vegetables to you per her instructions. 

The sauce is thick, a brownish black, with a spicy scent and sweet to the taste - he only knows this because he’s tasted it off of your lips, even if your mom makes sure to remind him it’s for you and not him - and he’s careful making sure it doesn’t burn or overheat. The couscous he unwraps carefully, also testing the heat with clean fingers. 

Cold water to hydrate you and napkins to clean his hands as he feeds you go onto the tray he eventually carries into your master bedroom with Blackwhip. He’s tried chopsticks and other cutlery in vain - even holding the pieces were a battle that amused you to watch him practically lose. 

You’re awake, when he walks in. You're mid-pump, wincing a little at the discomfort of engorged breasts, your legs crossed as you sit in the center of your California king. Izuku smiles at the sight of you, placing food gently on the end table and Izumi carefully into his crib, where he rests peacefully with respect for his parents’ alone time (at least for the time being).

“You doing okay?” he asks, voice soft. You look in his direction, and rest your head on his shoulder as he gets close. 

“Sleepy still,” you murmur against his chest. He smiles. 

“I know, baby.”

Your head lifts slowly, and you watch him bring your dinner on the tray across his knees. 

“I didn’t see you eat,” he says, and you twist your mouth to your side. He laughs and presses his forehead to yours in a soft headbutt. “Don’t make that face.”

His voice is playful and it grounds you as usual. Izuku prepares a piece of couscous dipped in sauce the way your mother has taught him, and you open your mouth as he places it in. It goes down slippery smooth, not too hot to the touch. 

You chuckle as you wait patiently as he prepares your next bite. His eyebrows are needlessly furrowed as he tries to remain careful to not spill but once he’s reaching towards your lips again, his expression is soft, his own mouth slightly parted as you accept the food in your mouth. Izuku smiles at you so naturally it aches sometimes.

“What are you laughing at?” he asks. He positions a straw to your mouth which you accept. The churn of the breast pumps fills the peaceful silence between you as you drink.

Once you’re done, you beam, refreshed, allowing yourself to adjust to supportive pillows.

“Love takes us strange places, doesn’t it?”

His eyebrows knit gently in confusion. He pushes another bite through your lips. 

“What do you mean?”

Your legs uncross as you pull your blankets closer over you. He moves closer to, shifting his own legs below the blankets, and you tuck the ends around the both of you.

“Did you ever imagine one day you’d be hand-feeding tree bark soup to your lactating but not helpless African wife?”

Izuku tilts his head, but you can tell he’s coming up with something else to say as his hand moves to make sure you complete your meal.

“Can’t say I did. But I imagined taking care of my loved ones easily, so the specifics aren’t too far off. Whatever keeps you healthy and well.”

Your face warms tremendously, your heart beating in your chest. Forever and always, he makes you feel like this, like you’re the only person who has existed in this world just for him and vice versa.

He can sense that you’re flustered and laughs.

“Open up, my love.”

[wulfums]

1, 2, 10, 15 for the end of the year selfship asks!! (@digitalheartbeat)

Ask Game

YIPEEEE LETS GOOOO

have you gained any new F/Os this year?

YES The main ones I've gained are Ratoo(Cult of the Lamb), Ratau(Cult of the Lamb) and Radley Heeler(Bluey) and Cromdo Face(Bugsnax)!!! My Biggest ones are Cromdo of course, and Radley!! Life changers...

2. if you did add any new F/Os to your list this year, was there someone who you absolutely didn't expect would end up becoming an F/O? if so, did it take you a long time to realize you like them, or did they take your heart by storm?

I for REAL didn't expect Radley to become my Bluey F/O. I was always leaning more towards Stripe, but after actually watching the show...IDK I just Really love Radley. I also did not expect to end up liking Ratoo a bit more than his brother(I LOVE YOU TOO RATAU DONT WORRY BABY) considering I had no feelings towards him when I first started playing the game. I just started thinking more and more abt him and drawing him...Then I designed Alpha and well. Now Alpha and Ratoo are married.

10. have you bought any merch of your F/O or other items that remind you of them this year?

AHEEHEE I bought a rare figure of Gregory along with most of the GHS miniatures set (I'm missing a few sadly. They're so hard to get in the US.) My friend Taylor also got me the figure set with Radley in it which I was HYPE abt.

15. is there any piece of selfship-related content you've created this year that you're particularly fond of? (this can be art, writing, a headcanon you came up with, etc. anything counts!)

I'm really happy with this pic tbh! It's a vague redraw of an old old pic from 2009. Bubs is a true Beloved as well. I wanna draw more Homestar Runner stuff this upcoming yr.

[kamiimiya]

playlist ♡ choi saeyoung

now playing : i was made for lovin' you ♡ yungblud

tonight i wanna give it all to you in the darkness, there's so much I wanna do i was made for lovin' you, baby you were made for lovin' me i can give it all to you, baby can you give it all to me ?

everything in him knew that he was created just to be with her at the end of the day. to see her again, see her smile, hear her laugh, it was all he ever wanted. he felt as if she had been hand crafted specifically for him, and he in turn would mold himself to be whatever she wanted of him. but she seemed oddly content with someone he'd never given himself a chance to know - himself. she seemed to not mind it when he was irrational. she wanted to stay by him no matter what happened, and it confused him. who was this angel that had walked into his life, so perfectly just for him ? why did she care so much ? saeyoung would give her everything that she wanted, as long as she kept looking at only him.

now playing : wildest dreams ♡ taylor swift

say you'll remember me standing in a nice dress staring at the sunset, babe red lips and rosy cheeks say you'll see me again even if it's just in your wildest dreams

she knew that no one was perfect, that much was obvious from the beginning. no matter how perfect any of them seemed, all of the people she'd ever met had flaws, and that included saeyoung. she knew that the funny, silly guy that he threw on was just a mask to conceal who he really was, and she knew that she wasn't genuine, either. she wanted to be, of course. she wanted him to remember her in a good way, though, in case she left to go the other routes. she knew she'd come back to him, it was always going to be him. he was her endgame, her lover. but she also knew that there were other ways to play the game first. miya wanted him to know her as a lover, not as a player.

— ♡ selfship blog | minors do not interact | kamiimiya

[cryptidofthekeys]

Friendo Chaaaaaaaase

Do you have a favourite piece of LOOOOOOORE for your OCs that you're itching to sharing with somebody?

<3 - Mitch

*STARING AT YOU INTENSELY*

Y E S- I mean, ahem, yes- yes I do- I am totally normal about my OCs and sonas and things- mhm,, anyways-

Uh it's hard for me to talk about one without hearing like a specific name involved (I have a LOT of OCs/Sonas Friendo Mitch gfjdkdfks)

But I can try to for this post- And ya know since Spooky Month has literally just latched onto me and wont let me go no matter where I try- I'll talk about CC, I WAS going to talk about Alan too but this post will already be too long but if ya want to really hear about Alan too u or someone can send an ask)

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(A keep reading bc this is going to be a long one, Friendo Mitch so prepare yourself!!! You and others betta prepare!!! Also edit: I realized you said Favorite piece of lore gjkfddkfjsd I apologize in advance for this clusterfuck of a post y'all are about to see)

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ALSO ALSO TWs: Mentions of Kidnapping, Drugging, Murder/Animal Murder, and Cannibalism (the lads WILL be the lads)

CC of course for starters because he is well, hes not the OG (I think a lot of people if they pay attention to my content would think CC's the og spooky month oc/sona of mine but nope, the FIRST SM Character I made was a pathetic wet cat of a man named Frederick but he has no lore, thats the point- anyways)

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CC is the one I use for selfshipping purposes most of the time,, hes- okay well hes oblivious to the danger HE could be in/has been in, he's a dumb luck dude who has survived by that ALONE, I feel kinda bad bc he has no like,, hes not related to anything canon in the spookyverse,, like hes got no part to play in the canon storyline in the long run-

So keep in mind this is all PURELY me, my canon gfhjdkdjfs

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The first one CC met of the bunch of stinky bastards was Dexter, unlike in canon- Dexter was found by CC in the dumpster, like he literally took a look at this perfectly in good condition and cute doll and said ...Aww, your cute- you're coming home with me! (Dumb idiot didn't even see the box had been stabbed with a knife so many times)

So he brought Dex home, got him cleaned up n stuff, completely unaware Dexter is sentient and ya know,, alive,, and he just goes about his night completely fucking oblivious to the doll trying to kill him (Btw, CC has three dogs, Cash, Winnie The Pooch, and Tootsie Roll)

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Dex when he couldn't get to CC ...Well, he is kinda,, not the greatest for animals but the moment CC saw this, he fucking slammed that tiny bitch against the wall like "OH H E L L NO, NOT M Y BABIES..." Instead of like ya know being normal and trying to throw Dex out, he tells Dexter to go let off some fucking steam and then come back when hes done so they can talk

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Dex is shocked and completely dumbfounded that CC tells him to come b a c k but because Dexter is genuinely a lil curious even tho he denied it, he does so- and comes back and CC lays down the law for Dexter, that if hes gonna be staying here, his dogs are OFF limits, you cant hurt his sons

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Dexter is completely at a loss and goes basically like WTF DO YOU MEAN IF IM GOING TO STAY HERE, WHY ARENT YOU KICKING ME OUT? WHY DONT YOU LIKE HATE ME,, OR FEAR ME OR SOMETHING- (oh btw I forgot to mention CC had called Dex a cute doll, cute, adorable, etc before this incident took place,, which is a big thing bc in canon peeps usually call him an ugly doll which ...he is but i love him)

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CC just shrugs at him and tells him that he likes him, he thinks hes kinda cute, he seems like good company when hes not angry n such and Dex just goes . . . . . . Alright, fine, deal- fhjgdkdgjfs and that's how CC acquires husband number u n o (I do have an AU where CC dates Dexter when hes not possessing that Happy Fella Doll, literally nothing special its just an AU where Dex is alive)

Dexter also felt guilty for how they first met for the longest time, apologizing and making it up to CC in the long run, hell even now he can get a little scared sometimes that he'll wind up losing control (even tho Bob and or Frank have both said they'll fucking punt him if he tries ...CC didn't approve of that...)

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CC has made Dexter his old exterminating outfit as well, he seen ADs and pictures of what Dex looked like before the doll possession (he has found that bit out,, I forgot gfhfjkdfgds he found that bit out and feels terrible for Dexter, the way he went and now that hes stuck in a body he'd rather not have)

So CC decided to sew up a lil present for Dexter, he made the old exterminating outfit and even his fucking bag to the best of his ability, when he showed Dexter that surprise, he literally fucking cried and hugged CC so much after that

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Next up, CC met Frank in quite possibly the dumbest way possible,, CC loves to stroll at night alone and he saw an ice cream truck in the distance, he got excited in hopes he'd get some late night sweets, and he knocked on the window ...When nobody answered he got curious, wondering if this was abandoned orrr not

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It's not... He goes inside only to discover Frank, literally... Well doing his stuff, the kidnapping thing- the druggin bit- ya know,, EITHER WAY- CC saw this, Frank looked back at him (them silly lil fnaf lookin ass eyes just wide as could be) CC was standing there before literally just blinking and being like ...wow,, your hot, and tall, and beefy anyways can I get some ice cream big guy???

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Frank deadpans at CC (HE SAYS THAT BTW, OUT LOUD, NO FILTER) and just literally blinks before grinning "Hehe... Sure..." CC's encounter with Frank was the most fucking tame one out of the bunch, Frank did question if CC was going to tell anyone bout this but CC just shook his head 'nah man, idc lol oop' and then Frank gave him a fucking ice cream, free of charge

...NOT- NOTHINGS IN IT BTW DONT WORRY GHJFKJGFHDFKS its legit just actual ice cream

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CC then wanders off after that but Frank p much comes back to chill and hang with CC ...He does have some major beef with Dexter when he sees him at first tho like ...YOU, YOUR THE ONE THAT BIT ME, YEAH AND YOUR THE ONE THAT PUNCHED ME (before they became buddies with one another, when CC was not around, they'd fuckin fight,, have a full on smackdown and then when CC was around they'd act like angels)

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After awhile of hanging out, I don't have specifics on how it happened actually, but there's husband number 2 for CC- and then finally,, the one you'll be a lil familiar with Friendo Mitch!! Its Bob time!!

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Sooo CC and the two lads, Frank n Dex went to Boys n Grills bc they h u n g y, Frank drove em of course in his van,, they got inside, immediately noticed CC has a fucking crush on the big guy and just INSTANTLY tease him about it (Btw if I haven't made it crystal clear, CC is Polyamorous)

CC gets a lil shy bc the boys are fucking teasing him over this and then they order food, CC orders just fries bc he cant eat burgers or his tummy hurty, Dexter doesn't eat bc well, hes a doll now- and Frank gets a burger

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After they ate, the two literally fucking let CC work his magic,, just being like you got this lil man,, before they just fucking left (...JUST BACK TO THE VAN HJGFKDJDGF T-THEY DIDNT LEAVE HIM A T BOYS AND GRILLS) and then CC was alone with Bob.

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Bob had been noticing CC was shy with him this entire time,, he had noticed it from the start and well all I'll say is the fucker didnt help matters- but also he thought CC was nervous about him which is why he decided to try scarin CC with some of his cannibal facts but CC is again a fucking dumbass

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He INSTANTLY lights up and takes out a notepad and goes "Tell me more!" he's interested in the facts bc well hes a horror writer and Bob is giving him some good pointers for that topic ...Bob actually gets a lil happy someone enjoys his facts for once but also weirded out bc wtf ur supposed to be scared? ...He tells him facts for a bit before CC says he has to go, that it was nice meeting him!

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Later that night... Bob in his true fashion had broken into CC's home bc I mean, if I haven't established it also yet,, I have picked the worst three to latch onto, they aren't good (...well to CC they are, I need to clarify btw, they are NOT mean or abusive or some weird shit to CC, they are genuinely loving, caring partners to him BUT!!! CC is not going to try and change them either, he loves them just for them, he's kinda,, mm I wanna say CC is morally grey if thats the right term to use,, bc he wont necessarily do anything bad ..Unless you hurt his dogs or husbands... but usually he's morally grey)

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ANYWAYS- Dexter heard it but he just thought it was one of CC's dogs messing around, bc he also heard some barking from the dogs, he knew Cash sometimes gets late night zoomies, but a few mins after CC gets up bc sometimes he cant sleep and just decides fuck it, imma head out-

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so CC heads into the kitchen to get himself some water and then encounters a big ol devil fella, breathing heavily and standing there in the kitchen, turning to face him, before Bob can even say a fact, CC waves with a polite smile "Oh hey Bob, what's up?" The man fucking looks shocked "...How'd ya know it was me?!"

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CC woulda chuckled at that and been like "The eyes, the smile, the heavy breathing" Bob gets a bit angry bc like ok how dare you not be fuckin scared of me I BROKE INTO YOUR HOUSE, I CAN LITERALLY COOK YOU IN YOUR OWN KITCHEN-

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CC isn't scared, he just says Bob is hot and then goes past him, giving him a pat on the cheek to get something to drink from the fridge, Bob is just,, steaming over there,, like wtf is wrong with this guy,, he has no idea he could be in literal danger rn- CC is just treating him so friendly, kindly, either way- CC offers Bob some candy by the end of this

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Bob just sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose before just taking the candy bowl in its entirety and just munching down with a grin- hes sitting at the table with CC whose drinking some milk while Dexter gets up and Frank does, they see CC sitting here with the fucking Devil Butcher himself

and they just scream "CC,, THATS THE GODDAMN CANNIBAL FROM THE NEWS, WTH ARE YOU DOING?" CC just shakes his head "It's fine, it's just Bob" and then Dexter and Frank realize "...wait shit fr?" Bob takes his mask off and just goes "Sup?"

...And so husband number three slowly gets required, not right off the bat btw,, CC didn't just automatically form a relationship fgjkdlgdjfsd thats not how it works

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A funny bit I had for CC meeting Bob lore was that Frank talked to Bob afterwards like "So your that cannibal, yeah?" Bob nods "Mhm, did ya enjoy your burger, big man?" Frank is drinking something and then pauses as he slowly turns to Bob "...What was in that burger?" Bob doesn't answer, he just grins and Frank just turns to him fully in fear "BOB, WHAT WAS IN MY FUCKING BURGER...?!"

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CC's 'lore' and this entire bit of 'lore' is literally just so fucking silly,, this is so OOC compared to literally ANYTHING canon but like I said,, CC was never made to go for any canonical spooky month storyline,, he was just made for one: My little selfshipper heart

The Silliest Lads get into all sorts of shenanigans behind the scenes,, I just have nothing posted about it vjklcfjhdfksld

now if you want something a BIT closer to any sort of canon bullshit in SM, well, if you or anyone else asks/sends another ask,, I'll talk about Alan next, he's got a storyline attached to Bob but its WAY MORE in character and canonical

I WILL WARN THO BEFOREHAND- Again,, that will also have cannibalism talk and its actually some pretty dark shit,, hes the angst OC I got,, hes been used for nothin but angst

@kayfabebabe

Also tagging you just in case bc I didn't type this up for tumblr just not to notify ya lmao,, thank you btw for asking Friendo Mitch!!! Ya got me all happy and just exhilarated to talk about my funky lil guy here! <3