#selfship name tag

[poverhearts]

Whitty’s Probably Singing why don’t you do right by Jessica Rabbit from Who Framed Roger Rabbit,,

LMAO

More Autistic Bomb at your Service 🙇🙇🙇

Geez, What a Crazy Fangirl 💀

Original meme

[kr-210-r2700-prime]

WOE!! AUTISM SELFSHIP BLAST

[ladybugkisses]

wanted to do a character bio for Eleanor, but ended up with just the illustration for it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

⬇️ the picture it was heavily based on under the cut ⬇️

the composition and colors are more La Vie Parisienne magazine covers inspired, though

[thapunqueen]

shes laughin but does she know of the horrors that will pursue her the second she enters ???

[angelbitezzz]

Recently read Tilikum by Llama_Goddess on Ao3 (check out the link it's so good) and it gave me some interesting brainrot ideas

Fic under the cut

A day dawned like any other for Sans. Get out of bed, work various odd jobs, slack off at said odd jobs, and get home to sleep some more.

Today was a new gig—Janitor work at the local aquarium. It was good, easy work. He'd been all sorts of things in his time both underground and now on the surface, so he was largely left to his own devices practically since the first day.

Some kid spilled one of those themed ice creams on the floor in front of one of the siren tanks. Big attractions, those guys. Not quite human, too physical to be a monster, they sort of floated in this odd in-between state of natural existence. Word was that the song of one would easily lead you to your drowning death. It was a good thing that glass was thick and soundproof, otherwise any of the ones held captive would likely jump at the chance.

Sans mopped away at the spill slowly, dragging out the task. The place was closing for the night soon, he certainly didn't want to be redirected to something else when he had such an easy job right here. A whistle leaked from between his teeth, some song he'd heard on TV earlier in the day.

The room was empty now. With the evening settling in and closing time within the hour, no one had come by to this one since he'd gotten here. Probably since this specific siren didn't seem a fan of performance, or being seen. You were lucky to get a glimpse of it if it was feeling curious on a given day, or so Sans had heard.

He wrung the mop in the bucket and set about just mopping the entire room, still whistling away. But a chill ran up his spine, halting his movements.

The unmistakable, burning feeling of being watched.

He turned his head slow, pupils sliding up along the glass he stood next to until they connected with a bright purple gaze that seemed to peer right through him.

The siren.

It—She? She floated right there, hand pressed against the glass. Her pupils were blown wide open, though they dilated just a little when their eyes met properly. There was something curious about the look on her face, so human if not for the subtle shine of fine scales along her brown skin. Dark hair drifted around her face, some kind of kelp braided into it at certain spots, that same stuff even braided and tied together to make up the cloth she was wearing around her chest. Did sirens care for modesty? He didn't know. Her lower half was that of a fish, something tropical he hadn't bothered to learn the name of. Powerful muscles twitched the end of the tail, keeping her afloat in the same position with ease.

He wasn't sure when he'd stopped breathing. It seemed like time itself had stopped when he realized he was being watched. Was this typical of sirens? Did the gaze of one paralyze as much as the song?

No, that couldn't be the case. Otherwise they wouldn't bother with displaying them at all.

When he didn't react behind meeting her gaze, she seemed to relax just a little. Her eyes slid along his form, taking in the details of his Janitor's uniform and the bones that were visible.

"huh. you're, uh, curious, i guess?"

Sans wasn't sure why he was talking, it wasn't as if she could hear him. But the way his eternal grin moved with the speech seemed to fascinate her. She lowered herself to be more at eye level, both hands against the glass. He slowly put his mop back in the bucket and turned towards her, tugging at his gloves to pull them tighter before stepping closer. The siren didn't move, only followed every movement with that same burning gaze.

"heya." Sans gave a little wave, the way the kid had taught him.

The siren waved back, copying his movement exactly. Then she did something new—she pointed at him. He pointed at himself.

"me?"

She nodded and did something else, crossed her hands over her chest in fists, only the index and middle finger half extended. She bumped them together at the wrist, tapping the fingers to her shoulders and sliding them down to a point at her mid-chest. When he responded with a blank stare, she repeated it. His head tilted.

"now what does that mean...?"

The siren only did it once more before she seemed to give up. She made a recognizable motion this time, both hands in fists together and turning down as if snapping something. He almost frowned.

"that a threat?"

Her face broke out into a wide smile, revealing teeth sharper than he expected before she was laughing on the other side of the glass. There was no other explanation for what she was doing, she was laughing, entirely too amused by his reaction as her shoulders shook. His grin widened a little at that. Well, at least someone here was having fun?

The siren seemed to recover from her fit and gazed at him once more, pupils dilated again. Then they flickered up—an alarmed look flashed over her features before she was suddenly gone. There was a flick of her great tail and then she had twisted away into the kelp and seaweed populating her tank, only the waves of the greenery giving away how fast she'd moved. Sans glanced backwards, feeling oddly like a kid caught doing something he wasn't supposed to when he met the fascinated stare of a fellow janitor.

"hey, paul. uh. somefin the matter?"

"....I didn't see a damn thing."

The older human just turned and walked out, grumbling something about working here for too damn long just for a newbie to get the attention of one of the shyer sirens. Whatever that was about.

When the intercom crackled to life to announce the night's closing, Sans cast one last glance at the tank as he retrieved his bucket and mop.

The siren was nowhere to be seen.

[employee052]

this is your reminder to make ur cringy n self indulgent art bc cringe is dead and you gotta live life (I say, despite the fact i still feel a bit cringe but im being so brave abt it)

lettin myself post n do more art for myself so apologies for the more selfshippy art than usual

[pizzadatez]

listen idk how many people can relate to this but i can't stop thinking abt. f/os that are touchy without even realizing it.

like !!! they always have an arm slung around your shoulder , or a hand placed on your back , or sometimes their fingers will barely graze over you because your presence is just so magnetizing to them. whenever you sit next to them there's a slow shift as they lean into you, gradually, maybe snaking a hand over yours or settling their head against your arm ...

... but then the moment anyone calls attention to it they're confused. maybe they'll be hanging out with a colleague or you'll just bring it up in random conversation , but when someone points it out they have to pause and self-reflect. me ? touchy ?? what are you talking about. when did this happen. (as if they haven't been non-stop holding your hand for the past 30 minutes)

[totallyking]

Get to know my Selfship chart! also yes the music is empty cause i have a playlist

also heres some closeups of the polaroid photos i used a stock photo and the bg for anastasias ballroom scene for the bg's cause i cant paint :,)

this has taken forever.

also thank you for so much support you guys are killing me /pos

[maltmatcha]

GUYS MY OC x CANON/YUME SHIP HAS ART NOW

Ive been staring at this since I got it

theyre real

(courtesy of arginnit)

[starswirly]

[ * I got possessed by my homosexuality at 10pm last night ]

(Nightmare -> Jokublog, Killer -> rahafwabas)

[littleplantfreak]

i got the final piece back from @negativesd09!!! It’s the cutest thing in the world im in love with it (●´ω｀●)d

[jils-things]

the eidolon's amble

eidolon always wanted to have company, for even in death - did she feel so lonely.

though it wouldn't be long before she found the "grim reaper", who pitied her quite deeply

"lonely lady, care for an amble amongst the remains?"

i knew i wanted to make something halloween related with these two, and i found this lovely image on pinterest that i knew i wanted to reference! i know i'm not good at backgrounds, but the feel of this scene was too good to ignore, so i was willing to commit to the struggle hehe 💚

this was drafted what felt like a whole month ago by now. i really wanted to give it my all when i was free. uni kept taking my energy away but today i felt that desire to finish it after not being able to draw in a bit! this is actually a heavy file... 10mb... i usually don't go beyond 5mb but ehem. too passionate, i must say 🤭

i was going to wait for halloween, but shit dude i'm really proud of this one u.u

[dalvs-wife]

oughjsdhfksh im ill i love him so much man...

(original meme under cut)

[ladybugkisses]

now i Don't think Rocky or my sona should have kids, but... .. .....the thought of it got to me 😔

[starseverance]

Shoutout to selfshippers who find their F/O's actions morally reprehensible and hot at the same time!

[scaredstupid]

i should be crowned queen of kissing funny villains