#romantic f/o flag

[sunburstkisser]

MLP:FIM Ficto Flags!

R4DQUEER + PR0SHIP DNI Top left; Romantic - Top right; Queerplatonic Bottom left; Platonic - Bottom right; Familial

Flags to represent My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic fictional others, and/or for those who have many MLP:FIM fictional others!

The flag designs are by @fictoflags! I made these flag bases myself, though :] F2U, all credit goes to @fictoflags!!

[electricvinyls]

Red flags. Sydbats !! 🦇📸 Sydney belongs to @precumcookie

Yeah he wants me so bad guys......

[blood-moon-night-coining]

Fictional Other Flag

[PT: Fictional Other Flag]

Fictional Other, also written as F/O. A term commonly used by self shippers, you can have romantic, familial and platonic F/Os!

So I thought it’d be fun to make a flag (and template) for those who may have wanted one! The template is so you can make them for your own personal F/Os or anything you can think of that fits under F/Os!

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[Tagging] @radiomogai, @liom-archive, and @accessmogai

[Person I Techially made this for-] @buntress

[bupsafr3ak]

Okarun F/O flag

For those who have Ken Takakura (Okarun) as their ficitonal other. Coined by me.

Exclusively for neurodivergents or Ayase Fictionkins.

[dramarants]

i only want love triangles if it's whatever fucked up polygon junmo kicheol and euijeong have going on

[peikkos-selfships]

S/o pondering: Thats a tough question -

F/o: I said DO YOU WANT TO LIVE! *Grabs s/o's shirt and comes uncomfortable close*

S/o (bit panicky): I think so, probably!?

[better-page-sage]

IMAGINE YOU AND YOUR F/O IN THE RED FLAGS MUSIC VIDEO

WHO WOULD BE THE SECRETLY UNHINGED AND WHO WOULD BE OPENLY UNHINGED?

[saintpallis]

Another trading card, for a headmate ^v^ coined by @mogaifanboy!

[selfship-shinigami]

now make a lesbian self shipper flag.

I think I'm the wrong person to make something like that, but you're more than welcome to recolor the flag I made! (・・;)

[void-kissed]

Tried singing along to some SOLARIA originals for the fun of it. Ended up dissolving into tears. This was not the aim ;w;

[brunchable]

Steve Rogers finally gets drunk.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x f!reader Themes: Funny? and CUTE. STEVE BEING CUTE WHILE DRUNK. Summary: Steve got wrecked by Thor's Asgardian Liquor and now he's stumbling under your balcony, reciting Shakepeare's Romeo and Juliet to you. A/N: I stumbled over a prompt that I have long lost now and this was the fruit.

It was a perfectly quiet night, and you were unwinding on your balcony, half lost in thought, when the unmistakable sound of someone quoting Romeo and Juliet—or at least attempting to—echoed from below.

“O, she doth teach the torches to burn... so—hic—bright!”

Rolling your eyes, you assumed it was some drunk wandering the street. But then, in a voice far louder than necessary, the mystery romantic slurred, “It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night... like a rich jewel in... uh... someone’s ear!”

You sighed, trying to ignore it. But then there was a strange thunk against your temple—a small pebble had just bounced off your head.

“Ow!” you hissed, standing and scanning the area, annoyed—until you spotted Steve Rogers, lurching slightly, down below on the sidewalk.

You watched in amazement as he squinted up at you, attempting to focus and swaying on his feet like a flag in a strong breeze. He seemed to be mentally assembling the pieces of a big plan, his face all determination and zero sense. Another pebble tumbled out of his hand as he wobbled, barely avoiding tripping over his own feet in the process.

“But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?” he shouted, looking about as stable as a newborn giraffe on roller skates.

You blinked. “Steve... are you okay?”

Steve flung one arm into the air, as if delivering a grand declaration, nearly toppling backward. “It is the east, and Juliet is the... uhm... Juliet is... Juliet!” He thrust a hand forward, fingers spread wide, as if that added extra meaning. “And you—you—are...”

He paused, visibly struggling, his other hand braced against a streetlamp for support.

“A total mess?” you offered, eyebrows raised.

“A goddess!” he slurred, blinking up at you with the most sincere, lovelorn look you’d ever seen. “A bright angel!” he continued, pulling himself up, trying—and failing—to straighten his posture.

For a moment, he seemed to try and get a grip, but his feet betrayed him, and he ended up doing an awkward spin, arms windmilling, before stabilizing himself.

“Steve, how much have you had to drink?” you asked, starting to laugh despite yourself.

“Only... one cup,” he replied, attempting to measure out what he must’ve thought was a “tiny” amount with his fingers. But the gap between his thumb and forefinger was about the size of a baseball. “Well... one Asgardian... goblet.” He grinned up at you, eyes bright. “A small one!”

You tried to bite back a laugh as Steve clasped his hands over his heart, gazing up at you with tragic romance. “Deny thy father and refuse thy—thy name!” He paused, his forehead wrinkling in concentration. “Wait... did I—did I skip a part?”

“Just a few lines,” you teased. “You also hit me with a rock.”

“Oh,” he mumbled, frowning. He bent down, swayed, and then picked up a handful of pebbles. “Doth my lady forgive me?”

“Steve, don’t you dare throw those at me.”

He looked down at the pebbles in his hand, confused. Then, with an exaggerated wink, he tossed them aside like he’d just disposed of a dangerous weapon. “Not a pebble in sight!” He shot you a triumphant, lopsided smile.

“And why art thou—no, wait—why are you out here, Juliet?”

“I live here, Steve,” you replied, trying to keep a straight face. “You’re the one making a scene.”

But Steve only clasped his heart, looking utterly enchanted. “Oh, fair maiden... would you come down and—uh, wait... no. Would you let down your hair?” He stopped, perplexed. “No, wait, that’s... that’s Rapunzel.” He scratched his head, lost. “Same thing, right?”

With a sigh, you leaned over the balcony railing, looking down at him with a smirk. “Steve, you should probably get home before you accidentally wander into traffic or—”

But he suddenly looked up at you with the most determined expression you’d ever seen, his eyes glassy but oddly focused.

“Doth thou love me?” he cried, one hand raised in a fist of drunken valor. “Say it true, or I shall be...” he paused, struggling, “...a total disaster!”

You couldn’t help it—you burst out laughing. “Steve Rogers, get your tipsy Shakespearean self home!”

He beamed up at you, his goofy grin full of pure, unfiltered adoration. “Parting is such sweet... uh...” he faltered. “...sorrow?”

Steve, swaying dramatically, looked up at you with a sudden, steely determination that only a man in his state could manage. “If thou shall not come down… then I… I shall climb up!” He pointed to the fire escape, his face alight with misguided heroism.

“Steve, please don’t—”

But it was too late. He grabbed the bottom rung with a graceless, lurching motion, grinning up at you with sheer triumph. “I’m coming, my fair maiden!”

With all the poise of a baby deer, he hoisted himself up, grunting as he fumbled his way onto the next step. Each rung seemed to be a new, Herculean task as he struggled to stay upright, clutching the railings like his life depended on it. His foot slipped once, making him lurch sideways, but he shot you a reassuring thumbs-up, completely oblivious to the danger.

“Steve! You’re gonna hurt yourself! Seriously, get down!” you called, half horrified, half laughing.

“Fear not, my lady!” he slurred, clinging to the railing and taking a very, very slow step up. “I am... coming for you!”

As he ascended, he attempted another line from the play, fumbling it badly. “Uh… But soft! What... yonder... light and window... um... something?” He shot you a sheepish grin. “Hold on... almost... got it.”

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of wobbling and mumbling fragments of Shakespeare, he reached your level on the fire escape. He extended a hand dramatically, nearly toppling over in the process, and declared, “I have arrived!”

You laughed, hands on your hips as he wobbled in front of you. “Steve, that was a lot more ‘Romeo in need of a medic’ than ‘Romeo and Juliet.’ You’re absolutely out of it.”

He blinked, swaying as he tried to focus on you. “I came for thee,” he said proudly, managing to stand up straight—though his grip on the railing suggested it was doing most of the work.

Steve, still gripping the railing for dear life, looked at you with a mischievous glint in his glassy eyes.

“Fair Juliet… couldst thou… come a bit closer?” He held out a hand, wiggling his fingers invitingly, his face lit with pure, drunken delight. “I have something… uh… very important to tell thee.”

You arched a skeptical brow. “Steve, I’m pretty sure you can say it from there.”

He squinted, trying to look tragic but only succeeding in looking adorably pouty. “Nay… ‘tis… a secret of the heart,” he slurred, placing a hand over his chest with a lopsided grin. “I must whisper it… so only thou can hear it.”

Rolling your eyes but grinning despite yourself, you leaned a little closer, watching as his gaze flicked from your face to your lips. 

“Alright, Romeo, what’s this ‘secret of the heart?’” you asked, half-expecting him to spout more mangled Shakespeare.

But instead, as soon as you were close enough, Steve leaned forward, his hand sliding around the back of your neck, and he pressed his lips to yours in a soft, surprisingly gentle kiss from across the railing.

Caught off guard, you froze, feeling the warmth of his mouth against yours. Then, with a laugh bubbling up, you pulled back slightly, blinking in shock as he gave you a pleased, slightly dazed smile.

“There it is,” he whispered, eyes twinkling. “My secret… is that thou art… perfect.” His gaze softened, and he gave a dopey smile. “And... very kissable.”

You shook your head, laughing. “Alright, Romeo. That was smooth—but I think it’s time to get you inside before you ‘heroically’ declare your love to the whole neighborhood.”

He grinned, still clutching the railing, looking like he’d just conquered the world. “Only for thee,” he slurred, leaning into your touch as you helped him down, his expression dreamy. “Only... ever for thee.”

Just as you were helping Steve down from the fire escape, a voice floated up from the street below.

“Steve! Where the hell are you?” It was Bucky, sounding frustrated and more than a little exasperated. You could see him pacing the sidewalk, looking around like he was on some kind of ridiculous rescue mission.

Steve’s eyes widened, and he pressed a finger to his lips, eyes sparkling with mischief as he looked at you. 

“Shhh!” he whispered, grinning like a kid playing hide-and-seek. His attempt at silence was immediately betrayed by a giggle that escaped his mouth, and he put both hands over his lips, eyes gleaming with excitement.

“Steve, I know you’re around here somewhere! Get down here before you fall off something,” Bucky called out, still searching.

Steve, in a fit of tipsy brilliance, looked at you with a conspiratorial smirk and pointed toward your open window beside the balcony. Without a word, he started squeezing himself through, contorting like he thought he could make himself invisible in the process.

“Steve, what are you doing?” you whispered, half-laughing, as he awkwardly wedged his shoulders into the window, one leg hanging out, struggling like he was trying to sneak into a bank vault. He gestured wildly for you to help, but his clumsy movement only made him even more noticeable.

He leaned forward, eyes wide, and whispered, “Shhh! The enemy approaches!” He stifled another giggle, clearly thinking this was the funniest thing in the world.

Just then, Bucky looked up, and Steve flailed dramatically, accidentally bumping his head against the window frame with a muted “ow,” then snorted, laughing harder. He pressed his finger over his mouth again, hushing you through breathy laughter.

“What the…” Bucky stared, his gaze following Steve’s ridiculous pose as he tried to disappear through your window, half-in and half-out, his other leg kicking as he tried to haul himself through.

“Hey!” Bucky called, hands on his hips. “Rogers, get down here. Right now.”

Steve froze, peeking over the window frame like a deer caught in headlights, then gave you a pleading look, as if you were his partner in crime.

“Shh! The man downstairs… he cannot know I’m here,” Steve slurred dramatically, squinting as if Bucky were some kind of Shakespearean villain.

You bit your lip to keep from laughing as Bucky’s eyes narrowed.

“Steve, you’re on the fire escape, not a secret lair. Get down before you fall off and end up in the hospital.”

Steve waved a dismissive hand, a drowsy, lopsided grin on his face. “I’m in safe hands, Bucky! I have my fair maiden to protect me,” he announced proudly, glancing at you with such conviction that you had to stifle your laughter again.

Bucky groaned, his exasperation palpable as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Fine, you’ve got one minute to say goodbye to your ‘fair maiden,’ then you’re coming with me,” he called, crossing his arms.

Steve turned back to you with a goofy grin, still wedged halfway through the window. 

“Didst thou hear that?” he whispered in a loud stage voice, pointing at Bucky. “The villain gives us but one more minute. But it shall be a glorious minute!”

You rolled your eyes, pushing him gently. “Alright, Romeo. Time to head home.”

With one last dramatic sigh, he extracted himself from your window, blew you a clumsy, theatrical kiss, and began his wobbly descent down the fire escape. As Bucky grabbed Steve by the shoulder, trying to steer him down the street, Steve spun around, clutching Bucky’s arm like he was clinging to the last lifeboat on a sinking ship.

“Unhand me, Mercutio!” Steve cried, throwing his other arm up with all the grandeur of a Shakespearean actor. “Thou art but a hindrance to my love! Dost thou not know I’m with Juliet?”

Bucky froze, staring at Steve in complete disbelief. “What did you just call me?” His expression was halfway between horrified and annoyed, eyebrows knitted in utter confusion.

Steve pulled himself up, looking deeply wounded, his hand over his heart. 

“Mercutio!” he slurred dramatically, pointing a shaky finger at Bucky. “You are the friend that doth betray me! I shall not be parted from my love!”

Bucky blinked, visibly trying to process this. “Mercutio? Steve, what the—” He looked up at you, helplessly gesturing at Steve. “I’m Mercutio now?”

Steve waved a dismissive hand. “Alas, yes, for you wouldst steal me away from my Juliet,” he said, glaring with the most intense puppy eyes you’d ever seen.

“Steve, I’m not Mercutio,” Bucky groaned, looking over at you as if hoping you could talk some sense into him. “You are absolutely out of your mind.”

But Steve seemed lost in his own world. He placed a hand over his heart, gazing longingly up at you again. 

“Juliet,” he called to you, his voice full of melodrama. “Mercutio hath come to tear us asunder.”

Bucky’s face scrunched up in pure irritation. “Steve, I’m trying to get you home before you fall flat on your face. You’re gonna thank me in the morning.”

Steve shook his head, looking at Bucky like he was the ultimate betrayer. “Mercutio… thou art a traitor,” he declared, voice wobbling with fake tragedy.

Bucky rolled his eyes. “I swear, if you call me Mercutio one more time—”

“Mercutio!” Steve interrupted, leaning against him dramatically. “Wouldst thou poison my love? Dost thou come between us to ruin the most beautiful thing?”

Bucky let out a defeated sigh, looking over at you with an expression that screamed, Help me. “Your ‘Mercutio’ is about to drag you home, Rogers.”

But Steve just shook his head again, mumbling about “betrayal” and “unhand me, knave,” as Bucky steered him away, calling one last time over his shoulder to you, “Fear not, Juliet! I shall return! Mercutio’s treachery shall not prevail!” You stifled a laugh as Bucky, looking thoroughly done with it all, muttered to himself, “Mercutio… unbelievable.” He gave you one final, apologetic look as Steve continued to mumble protests about “Mercutio’s interference,” until they finally disappeared down the street, Bucky still muttering, “I’m not Mercutio.” Tags: @disneyprincessbuffyannesummers @strawberrybisou @alyana-luvs-u

[zvdvdlvr]

young remus x f!r with "your did so good" fluff pls

always proud

Remus could feel your joy from the entrance of the Great Hall radiating off of you like sunbeams. Your Mary Janes hit the ground fast as you ran towards Remus and his friends, waving your essay over your head like a flag. People didn’t spare you a glance as you charged for the Gryffindor table.

“Look! Remus we did it!” You rounded the table and humped onto your boyfriend’s awaiting form. His arms wrapped around your waist as you clung to him like a koala. Remus ignored his friends’ wolf whistles and teasing comments. “We aced it, Remus!”

Remus tried to commit your breathless chuckle to memory. Your joy made his heart swell. “No, dove, you aced it. I just read over it,” he told you, releasing his grip on your waist. He sat down at elbowed James in the side: a silent ‘move your arse’ so that you could sit by him.

You shoved the essay under Peter, Sirius, and James’s noses. Remus’s eyes softened at the way you flaunted your ‘O’ to everyone who would listen. “Look- there are even notes,” you gushed, pointing to the loopy red cursive. “‘An excellent observation, ms. l/n,’ and ‘an extraordinarily paragraph’ and ‘very well done’.”

“You did so well, dove. I’m proud of you,” he said so quietly you could barely hear it. For the first time since receiving your essay, you set it carefully on the table and took Remus’s lanky frame in your arms.

“Thank you, Rem,” you whispered, face buried into his chest.

“Bugger off with your— your romantic moment,” Sirius gagged. His shudder turned to a mockingly offended gasp as Remus flipped him the bird and kept you in his arms.

“‘Corse, dove,” Remus cooed.

[kits-ships]

✩ sleepover inspired selfship asks! ✩

send one or more emoji's alongside a fandom or specific f/o! (if applicable)

🌱 Who was your first F/O?

🥀 Talk about some of your fictional crushes and why they aren’t your F/O!

🎉 Tell us some fun facts about your newest selfship!

📦 Who are some F/Os you no longer ship with? Why?

📸 Make a moodboard for you and your F/O!

🎵 List three songs that remind you of your selfship.

📝 Give us a piece of a WIP involving your F/O (writing, art, etc.)

💟 Give us an embarrassing/secret headcanon you have about your F/O!

🧾 What’s your favorite headcanon someone else has made about your F/O?

💭 What’s your favorite uncommon headcanon about your F/O?

💢 What’s an unpopular opinion you have regarding your F/O?

🚩 What are some of your F/O’s flaws? Any red flags?

💌 How did you/your F/O confess your feelings to one another?

💗When did your F/O first say ‘I love you?’

🌺 How do you and your F/O cuddle?

🛀 What’s your favorite mundane thing to do with your F/O?

🎀 What’s your favorite thing about your F/O’s appearance?

🎠 What’s your favorite thing about your F/O’s personality?

🎡 What’s your dream date to go on with your F/O?

💚 Who are you most jealous of when it comes to your F/O?

🌠 What’s a crack selfship that you’ve thought of?

🎇 Which is the most CURSED crack selfship you’ve thought of?

♨️Did your platonic F/Os tease you about your feelings for your romantic F/O?

🔒 What does your platonic F/O think about your F/O? Are they overprotective of you?

🍦 What do any familiar F/Os think about your romantic F/O?

proshippers dni - this isn't for you ✩

[rabidbatboy]

LOVELINK: an otherlink subterm for when one’s link is influenced by a correspondence to their partner or attraction

a lovelink could be:

- linking an object your partner is objectum for

- linking a character that your introject/kin/link/etc partner is dating/paired with in the media

- linking a character that is dating/paired with a character you are attracted to in the media

- linking a character that your f/o is dating/paired with in the media

- linking an animal because your partner is kin/link/hearted with that animal

- linking a character that you yourself are attracted to due to being on the autospec

lovelink can refer to romantic, sexual, queerplatonic, tertiary attraction etc

TAGGING: @kin-flags @alterhumanprideflags

template and symbol:

[boba-foxy]

The new fictosexual/fictorose/fictoromantic flags created by me!! ^^

ik i've already posted those new fictosexual/fictoromantic flag redesigns on my stimblog @rocambolestim before, but ive introduced a new fictoromantic flag which isn't a colour swapped fictosexual flag!

these flags are meant to be more inclusive alternitaves to the original flags since they looked way too much like the asexual flag & not all fictos are ace, so i decided to change that in my redesigns + make it aesthetically pleasing since the older ones looked hideous asf imo

tagging my friend @clownorca since ive introduced to them these 2 flags (except for the fictorose one for some unknown reason) bc yes

anyways

[IMAGE 1: a 5 striped horizontal flag with pastel cyan,pink,white,purple/lavender & pastel green. there is a light red heart in the center with a white border [END ID]

[IMAGE 2: a 5 striped horizontal flag with pastel blue,blue,white,blue & pastel blue. there is a blue rose in the center with a white border [END ID]

[IMAGE 3: a 5 striped horizontal flag with light yellow,orange,white,purple/lavender & pink. there is a green heart in the center with a white border [END ID]

colour meanings:

fictosexual:

pastel cyan: imagination/creativity

pink: affection

white: all fictosexuals + including fictos who identify with/as xeno/neo genders,neo/xeno pronouns,lesboys/turigirls,mspec lesbians/mspec gays & more. it excludes anyone who on my dni list (except for fictophobes since this flag is meant for fictosexuals anyways)

purple/lavender: hating fictophobic people

pastel green: warmth/comfort

light red heart: attraction to your f/o(s)

colour meanings:

fictorose:

light blue: passion

blue: ??? (doesnt have a meaning yet)

white: all fictosexuals + including fictos who identify with/as xeno/neo genders,neo/xeno pronouns,lesboys/turigirls,mspec lesbians/mspec gays & more. it excludes anyone who on my dni list (except for fictophobes since this flag is meant for fictoroses anyways)

blue rose: attraction to your f/o(s)

fictoromantic (couldnt come up with actual creative meanings so i mainly had to recycle from the fictosexual one, but change the meaning of the gren heart):

light yellow: attraction

orange: affection

white: all fictosexuals + including fictos who identify with/as xeno/neo genders,neo/xeno pronouns,lesboys/turigirls,mspec lesbians/mspec gays & more. it excludes anyone who on my dni list (except for fictophobes since this flag is meant for fictoromantics anyways)

purple/lavender: hating fictophobic people

pink: warm/comfort

green heart: romantic attraction to your f/o(s)

[happybird16]

You and your F/O had run into each other unexpectedly—maybe at a café, a local event, or even while running errands—and from the moment your eyes met, there was an undeniable spark. You both felt it: that immediate connection that just clicks without effort.

As you start chatting, the conversation flows effortlessly. You're both drawn to each other, laughing, teasing, and sharing little stories that feel deeper than what you'd expect for a first meeting. The attraction is obvious, not just in the way your eyes keep meeting, but in how natural it feels to be around each other. Time seems to slip away, and before you know it, you're no longer just running into each other—you're on an impromptu date.

The setting is simple and relaxed, maybe a quaint neighborhood bistro or a scenic park with a perfect sunset. There's no grand plan, but somehow everything falls into place, making it feel like the universe aligned just for this moment. The atmosphere is comfortable yet charged with romantic energy. It's not a lavish, over-the-top affair; instead, it’s the kind of date that feels like the start of something real.

As the evening winds down, there's no doubt that you'll see each other again. There's a lingering touch, a playful smile, or perhaps even a kiss goodnight—just enough to leave you both thinking about the next time. The chemistry is undeniable, and as you part ways, there’s a shared understanding: this is only the beginning, numbers are exchanged and a second date is not just a possibility but a certainty.

When you get home, still buzzing from the unexpected connection and the magical first date, you do what anyone in the modern age does—try to find them online. But as you start your search, you realize something strange: there’s absolutely no trace of them on social media. No Facebook, no Instagram, no Twitter. You even do a Google search, hoping to find at least a LinkedIn profile or some mention of them, but the results are filled with random strangers who share the same name, not one of them leading back to the person you just spent the evening with. It's almost like they don't actually exist.