#selfshipseptember

[neinism]

I wanna dance with you forever

[companionwolf]

wolf's september selfship prompts

These are prompts I made for this coming month-- I'm doing writing but if you also want to use these, you can do literally whatever you want. These are customized to my own F/O so take what inspires you and swap or ignore the rest. Don't feel obligated to do these in order, or do all of them-- hell, my goal is to do at least 1. That's it. Anything else is bonus.

1 first kiss

2 wearing each other's clothes

3 fantasy au

4 in every universe

5 domesticity

6 confession of love

7 isekai au

8 alone together

9 weapons training

10 stay

11 garden in your heart

12 we can't both exist

13 lucid dreaming

14 after action report

15 most likely isn't good enough

16 hope

17 building a house

18 beach day

19 shut you up

20 names

21 distance

22 with you in my heart

23 pre relationship

24 pining

25 birthday

26 anniversary

27 starlight

28 plushie

29 gift

30 free day

If you do any, I guess you could tag them as 'selfshipseptember' -- I don't think anyone else is using that right now? If they are...whoops. Also, feel free to @ me in whatever you make.

[bogmonstergeneral]

happy selfshipseptember

i don’t actually ship us but i think we’d be drinking buddies. or legally kept separate due to prior crimes. i dunno

Pickles Squared.

[circusgoth-dotcom]

Get Away

Ship: Anton Chigurh x Salem Nickle Newman (Secretary!AU)

Word Count: 1311

Summary: This AU isn't going to be elaborated on, it's just a oneshot I wanted to mess around with. Salem is a secretary for the people who often hire Anton and Anton takes a liking to him. Ending may be a little rushed. CWs for implied criminal activity, Karen behaviour (from another character), implied murder, cigarette mentions (no actual smoking described). Edit: Counting this as Prompt 19 on this SelfShipSeptember post.

Tag List: @futurewife @canongf

Salem Newman was a secretary, stationed in a large corporate building dealing with things he didn’t much care about. However, he was aware that it was only a front for much darker goings-on, and he still couldn’t bring himself to question things. If he was getting paid and being left alone, he was content to turn a blind eye. After all, it beat being stuck on a farm in the middle of bumfuck nowhere.

There was one positive to his job: a hitman by the name of Anton Chigurh, hired by one of the higher-ups in the building. Whenever he came in, Salem happened to be at the front desk of his boss’ floor. Of course, he’d never admit he enjoyed seeing Chigurh, and that was besides the fact Chigurh probably didn’t even acknowledge him outside of those brief check-ins at the desk.

On a pale Monday morning, Salem found himself gritting through a conversation with one of his coworkers over a cup of coffee. “Henrietta, if you’re questioning our employers, why don’t you just quit? Everyone’s gotta make a living, and if your current living doesn’t feel right, then maybe it’s a sign from the universe that you’ve gotta make a change.”

Henrietta recoiled slightly in offence. “That isn’t an option for me, Newman… you can’t tell me you’re happy with yourself, working this job…?”

Salem took a deep drink of his coffee. “Darlin’, I know things that’ll make you wish you quit months ago,” he spoke darkly. “If I were you, I’d feel lucky to even have a job, especially when we’re getting paid what we are.”

“What are you talking about--?”

At that moment, the elevator doors opened and familiar, dark brown, alligator-skin boots stepped onto the cream and grey carpet.

“Morning, Mr. Chigurh,” Salem spoke loudly, rising from his chair and resting his elbows on the tall counter in front of his desk, mug cupped loosely between his dainty hands. Anton approached the desk with a respectful nod.

“Newman.” His dark eyes swept toward Henrietta, who shrunk under his gaze. “And who’s this?”

She let out an odd sort of squeaking noise, tried to recover, then turned the corner and sped out of sight. Once Salem was sure she was far enough away, he spoke.

“A ninny of a coworker, that’s who. Nobody you need to worry about.” He took another sip of coffee and settled back down into his chair, “You go right on ahead, now, Mr. Archer’s all set up to see you.”

“Thank you.” The hitman gave the secretary an appreciative smile and strode forward, entering the office at the end of the hall. Salem watched him go, then sighed when the door closed behind him, returning his attention back to his coffee and the computer in front of him.

It was months before Salem saw him again, and on a very busy day at the office no less. Phone cradled between his ear and his shoulder, one hand busy with the computer and another jotting shorthand on a notepad, people rushing this way and that. Salem didn't notice his favourite patron for a good few minutes, especially not with the disgruntled man already in front of him, who now snapped his fingers in its face.

"Is Archer here or not, you lousy…?"

Salem slapped his hand over the receiver of the phone, hissing, "Would you shut the fuck up for two seconds, I told you this was an important call when you came in!"

The man's face flushed angrily as Salem returned his attention to his call.

"Don’t you tell me to shut up, you're the employee here, you're supposed to cater to me first! You're probably not even on a business call!"

"I believe Mr. Newman told you to shut your trap," Anton rumbled from behind, quickly catching the businessman's attention.

"Excuse me??"

Anton's eyes subtly flicked in annoyance as he spoke again with even more precise diction: "My friend asked you to shut your trap, sir, don't make me repeat myself again."

"And who the Hell are you??"

"Me?" Anton cracked a grin. "Oh, I'm nobody. Nobody at all. But the same can't be said for the man behind the counter, so I'd respect him if I were you."

With that, the hitman situated himself beside the opposite wall, comfortably leaning against it with his ankles crossed and a serene but guarded expression on his face, despite the fact there were empty chairs just to his left. Prickly silence filled the air between the two men, only punctuated by the clacking of chunky keyboard keys and Salem's short answers to whomever he was speaking to on the phone.

The call eventually ran on so long that the initial man stormed off, growling about telling whoever was funding Salem's paycheck about the incident. Anton remained unphased, content to watch Salem work for the time being. When they finally got off the phone, they dropped it into its cradle and rested their head on the desk, hands tangling in the back of their hair.

Anton paused just a moment longer before approaching the desk and clearing his throat. Salem's head immediately popped up, eyes screwed shut and face flushed. "What, what is it, what do you want, can I not have two seconds today to breathe..?!" He snapped, voice breaking before opening his eyes and startling. "Oh, Christ, I-I'm sorry, I didn’t know it was you, Mr. Chigurh…"

Anton held up his hand briefly. "No need for apologies." He removed his wallet and placed down a twenty-dollar bill. "Get yourself something from the convenience store on the corner."

Salem rubbed his eyes under his glasses before staring at the money, furrowing his brow. "Mr. Chigurh, you don’t need to be giving me money, I've got enough for the vending machine in the breakroom…"

Anton nudged the bill closer in an insistent manner. "Go down to the convenience store. I promise you won't regret it."

Salem scratched the back of his head. "Well…"

"Don’t hesitate, just take it."

"Alright, I will!" Salem stood and picked up the money. "I'll go right now, since you're being so pushy…" It smiled shyly. "I think someone's still in with Mr. Archer, but you know the door so I trust you to keep an eye on it."

"Yes, sir."

"Alrighty then. Thank you, Mr. Chigurh."

Another two months passed after that before Salem saw Anton again, this time later in the afternoon than usual. Salem stood beside his desk, thumbing the top of a cigarette pack and glancing up and down the hall, looking for the hitman and taking a small, relieved breath when the elevator doors opened with a ding.

“Oh good, I almost thought you weren’t coming. Bit late for you, ain’t it? My break started five minutes ago but I didn’t want to keep you waiting--”

“Take your break, Newman. Mr. Archer and I already talked over the phone.”

The two briefly nodded at each other before Salem went off, not questioning the moment and simply looking forward to having his lunch. When he returned to his desk, he was surprised to find Anton waiting for him.

“So, how’d it go?” Salem asked casually. Anton gave him a particular look.

“You tell me.”

An odd feeling enveloped Salem: While its stomach grew cold and goose pimples sprung up on its back, its heartbeat quickened in abnormal excitement. “Oh.” It was only now that Salem noticed the long gun with the hefty silencer Anton carried.

“I want you to come with me. Your path doesn’t end behind this desk.”

Salem swallowed. “What if I’m perfectly happy where I am, Mr. Chigruh?”

“You aren’t. I see it in the shadows under your eyes.”

They laughed in a shaky manner, blood colouring their cheeks. “I’m not.” They admitted. “I’m not.”

Anton silently offered his hand. Salem took it.

[orb-the-watchman]

I’m like two days late to this now but I wanted to try one of these month challenges cause why not, give you some more Brichbam lore and what not

Day 1: first time meeting

Brichbam was tying her ship down after she reached on an unfamiliar island, when she overhears a voice calling for help within a cavern. Climbing down into the cavern she finds Triffany stuck under some rubble. Concerned, she was able to free Triffany from the rocks, but Triffany didn’t seem all that bothered by it. Brich helps Triffany out of the caverns and that’s when they introduce themselves to eachother.

[wulfums]

Day 1 - First Meeting ft Young!Ratau and Hellfur 

 Ratau met Hellfur when Hellfur was sent to "Help" him by Narinder. What Hellfur didn't know is that he was never going to be allowed back at the One Who Waits side- which is alright because he becomes *very* attached to Ratau- even falling in love with him. 

For the Self Ship September prompts by @strawberry--bat

[justrandomselfships]

After seeing Heather stand in the rain, Mammon rushed to her with an umbrella.

“It’s like ya ASKIN to get sick!” he scolded her.

“Calm down Mammon, I’m not made out of sugar” she laughed.

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I’m sorry to be a stereotype of a polish person who doesn’t care about the rain 😔

It’s kinda my entry for selfshiptember by @strawberry--bat  since day 10 is rain and today is Mammon’s birthday I decided to go with this!

Also as usual: Commission status is in my pinned post!

[mushroomgrenade]

Day 8, 9, 10 IGNORE THE NUMBERS I WAS TIRED AND DID A PHYSICAL TYPO IS THAT A THING JDGHKLDJHGKSDG

[full-moon-ships]

After days of work... it is here!!!

Half of day six, the prompt was dancing together!!! (Clint [left] uses he/she, Rowan [right] uses he/end)

Taglist: @mashyaoi @legoes

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[orb-the-watchman]

Tee hee shading go brrr

Day 4: cooking together

While there’s not a need to cook on Snaktooth, Brich gets sick of the just bugsnax pretty quick and prefers a tasty cooked fish. Triffany does also find the fish refreshing, even if served with some snax.

Totally didn’t forget that you definitely can’t cook bugsnax but you know what Brich also does not exist and is definitely not dating Triffany in canon so not like I’m following cannon much anyway lol

[orb-the-watchman]

Ungodly late on this but that’s on me for trying to do this while also on a big trip lol

Day 2: cuddles

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Day 5: wearing eachother’s clothes

Triffany’s vest is a tight fit on Brich; it’s not the most comfortable on her. However Triffany is having a blast being a pirate girl in her pirate girlfriend’s pirate clothes.

[orb-the-watchman]

I kinda strayed away a little from the original prompt because I couldn’t think of any ideas for Photo Booth photos but otherwise I like how this turned out

Day 3: Photo Booth pictures

[mushroomgrenade]

Self ship September, prompt two : Holding Hands

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Self ship September, prompt three : Kisses

[mushroomgrenade]

Self ship September on insta.. day one prompt - Embarassed