#proselfshipadvent

[selfshipshadowrealm]

Proselfship Advent Day 2, Decorating

It's been a while since the last time I made a moodboard, I had a lot of fun making this one.

[800lbs]

proselfship advent calendar day 1: dressing for the cold

drawing clothes is not my area of expertise but i wanted to Try

[self-shipping-doll13]

Proselfship Advent Calendar: Sharing Memories

All pictures from Pinterest

Laura Chouette - Christmas Hyacinths // Claude Monet - Snow In Argenteuil // Daphne du Maurier - My Cousin Rachel // Patrick Kavanagh - A Christmas Childhood // Yuri Obukhov - Winter // Patrick Kavanagh - Winter // Jona Lewie - Stop The Cavalry // Anastasia Trusova - Backyard // Patrick Kavanagh - Advent

[scientistservant]

Proselfship Advent Calendar - Day 3: Baking

Switching things up a bit by having a drawing of Hiss for this one!

For some reason I imagine he's really good at baking.

[iholli]

so that proselfship advent prompt list huh

The rat perked her ears as her partner emerged from the little shop, looking downright cozy in the white cloak covering her shoulders. Battletail couldn't help a small, lovestruck smirk; Artemis was always a sight to behold, but new outfits were a treat.

"It's practical enough, don't you think, little mouse?" Oh, that nickname never failed to make Battletail's heart skip and her whiskers quiver like she'd been electrocuted. Artemis shifted back and forth on her feet as she inspected herself, sky blue galaxy rippling beneath the white as she moved.

"And stunning as ever," Battletail murmured, her tail swishing back and forth.

Artemis raised a brow, a coy smile crossing her features, before clicking her tongue at the rat. "Flattery will not win you my coat, little mouse. We must dress you warmer for the weather we face."

Battletail wrinkled her nose; she hated cold, and didn't want to dress the part. But with the Island's new danger tucked into the mountains, there was little to be done about it. "I wish we didn't have to go up there. I miss the Wasteland."

The goddess softened, brushing a thumb against her partner's furry cheek. "It won't be so bad. Perhaps you'll find something you like about it, once we get there."

Leaning into the touch, Battletail hummed. "Maybe so." Artemis being there was something she'd like, anyway.

"Come now, little mouse." Artemis took the rat's hand as her eyes sparkled. "Let's see about something warm for you."

"Oh, we should match, I think white would look good on me."

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in which I didn't anticipate joining the challenge but got fixated back on my rarepair aka projecting onto my game main about my wife so now I have this. maybe I'll do more of these 🤔

[goldenhalovian]

For the Proselfship Advent Calendar event.

Day 1: Dressing for the cold

Sunday (HSR) x Male Self Insert

Warnings: Sibling incest, a hint of yandere behavior from Sunday

Also found on AO3 here

“Brother, I’m going to overheat…”

Ignoring the smaller boy’s complaint, Sunday wrapped the beige scarf in his hands around Gabriel’s neck. “You say that now,” he chided gently, eyes never once leaving his brother’s flushed face, “but once we step outside, you will be grateful that you are so bundled up.”

Gabriel’s wings fluttered in agitation, not so certain that he would be glad to feel like a marshmallow on the verge of exploding even once he was in the cold. Still, knowing better than to argue with his brother, he stayed quiet. The only sound between them in that moment was the zzzip of Sunday zipping up Gabriel’s oversized jacket. He felt sweaty and gross already, uncomfortable and overstimulated and ready to tear off every layer Sunday had so meticulously put onto him. It was too much.

And like Sunday could read his thoughts- because he could read his thoughts, he said, “Do not be cross with me, Gabriel. This is because I care about you. I would loathe to see you get sick because you failed to dress properly for the cold.”

Though he was still in a great amount of discomfort from how warm he was beneath all of the layers, Gabriel’s expression softened, the irritated furrow between his brows relaxing. His big brother was just looking out for him. With how easily he got sick, he couldn’t blame him for being so concerned, even if it was a bit overbearing. It felt nice to be cared about so deeply. It was a feeling Sunday and Robin had only ever provided for him.

As he thought that, Sunday tugged him closer by the scarf and leaned forward, whispering into his ear, “Robin may love you dearly, but do not forget that no one will ever love you like I do. I am glad she makes you feel cared about as well, but do not compare her love for you to mine. Mine would overshadow hers greatly.”

And then he stood back up straight, a gentle smile on his lips as if he hadn’t said such an unsettling thing. He gently ran his fingers through Gabriel’s hair, pure adoration shining in his eyes, masking something much more dark and possessive. The moment ended as suddenly as it had begun when he reached for a knitted hat on the side table and placed it atop Gabriel’s head. “There. You are now fit to go outside. You and Robin go have fun; I will stay inside. When the two of you are done out there, I will make you something warm to drink and run you a bath. If you’d like, I can wash your hair for you.”

Gabriel gave a small nod. His hair felt cleanest when Sunday washed it for him, and it always felt soothing to have his brother dote on him like that. “Yes. That sounds nice. We won’t be out long.”

“Good boy,” Sunday replied affectionately. “I will see you soon, then.”

He watched through the window as Gabriel stepped outside and Robin, who had already been out there waiting for him, giggled at how overdressed he was. Gabriel glanced at the window, making eye contact with him, and said something he could not hear. The two of them then departed, leaving Sunday to wait for his beloved baby brother’s return.

[princelythirsts]

I am going out of order for the Proship Selfship Advent bc I have finals etc and I can’t give this my 100% but I know the creator said it’s supposed to be fun and low effort so I don’t feel so bad doing it “wrong” as long as I’m having fun

ANYWAY.

Day 3: Baking / Sharing traditional desserts

I am thinking for the prompt about sharing desserts that I would have tongyun / tangyuan with my f/o’s :3

(my family would call it tonyun, but I say tangyuan bc I’ve learned Mandarin so I default to that dialect for names of foods etc. I think ATLA just uses simplified Chinese and Mandarin so I would also call it tangyuan there)

was originally thinking Charles (modern AU) bc he’s best boy, and it would be cute if he found a place to get it from, or bought the ingredients so he and Phemie could try making it. Phemie would definitely take over.

Not sure Charles would be a huge fan since it doesn’t seem like his kinda flavor combo (black sesame and sweet ginger??) but he’d appreciate the nostalgia factor for Phemie

I think my only f/o who would eat them canonically would be Iroh. I’m still figuring out my s/I to ship with him and keep changing details but my most recent version is very culinarily inclined, so I’d be making a big batch to share with family ofc.

and then I found this adorable penguin tangyuan video aaaa

so yeah I guess I could also share it with Oswald, I’d love to make him something like that with him. take some time out of his busy schedule to make lil penguin balls with me

[redwingedwolves]

Proselfshipadvent

Day 1: Dressing for the cold.

[selfshipshadowrealm]

Proselfship Advent Day 7, Someone Gets Sick

“It’s just a cold, I’ll be fine.”

Despite your best attempts at reassuring him, the worried look on Shadow’s face showed no signs of disappearing.

“I know it’s just-”

He didn’t bother finishing his sentence, but he didn’t need to. It was painfully obvious why the Ultimate Life Form of all people would be this upset that you weren’t feeling well. There was an uncomfortable familiarness to watching a loved one fall ill, no matter how many times you told him that you’d get over it soon.

“Let’s watch anime!”

“You really should be resting.”

“This is resting. Besides staying in bed doing nothing is like super boring, I need to entertain myself somehow.”

You started reaching for your laptop, but you couldn’t be bothered to actually get up, so really you just made grabby hands at it until Shadow picked it up for you. He plopped it down onto the bed, before turning to leave.

“Hey, I said let’s. That generally means you and me, like together, and not me doing it on my own because you’re too much of a grumpy pants to admit that you like magical girl anime too.”

Shadow opened his mouth to object, though couldn’t seem to make up his mind on what part of your sentence to object to first, instead just awkwardly sputtering as he failed to put together a coherent sentence.

“Look, I don’t want to be alone right now. And if I ask anyone else, I’d have to worry about them catching my cold. So it’s a task only the Ultimate Life Form can complete.”

You punctuated your sentence by booping him on the nose, and Shadow let out a startled noise that could almost be described as a laugh.

“Pretty please?”

Despite his prior objections, he still climbed into bed next to you as you scootched over to make room. Shadow might be the Ultimate Life Form, but not even he could resist the sight of his partner’s puppy dog eyes.

With the two of you settled in together under the blankets, you quickly pulled up the show you wanted to watch. As much as you wanted Shadow to stop making a big deal out of it, you did still feel like crap, which made watching anything new off the table. Actually making progress in your watchlist would have to wait for when you had the brain power to take in new information. So that made the choice easy, as you scrolled through the list of episodes you’d already seen before.

“That's the one you're going with? I would have thought you’d want something more comforting.”

“Well, if we’re busy crying our eyes out over Kiriya, then you won’t be able to focus on worrying about me being sick!”

“I can multitask.”

Shadow’s voice was the same dead serious tone as always, but you knew him well enough to know that your joking had broken through his fear and worry, at least a little.

[800lbs]

proselfship advent calendar day 7: someone gets sick

[self-shipping-doll13]

#2 - Decorating The Christmas Tree

Selfship Advent Calendar

Wc: 283

“Hold it steady, that’s it,” encouraged Liam, his voice low and warm as he reached around to loop fairy lights on the uppermost branches of the Christmas tree.

Their bright golden glow pulsed softly as it caught on the faint silver shimmer of tinsel, and I handed him more of the wire, carefully untangling it from where it had knotted around my fingers. Liam moved smoothly, the twine of lights slipping easily through his hands, but I could feel the tension in his shoulders as he worked to get it just right. I steadied the tree with both hands, the pine needles prickling against my palms.

Once it was finished, I hung back to assess our work.

“Well,” I said, squinting up at it as I corrected it a bit. “The shiny new scratch post is all set up. It’s going to blind us if we stand too close to it, you know.”

"Blinding's better than how it looked last year," Liam replied. "Poor thing was a twig. Should’ve just draped lights round a broom handle and called it a day."

I laughed, pausing as our sometimes roommate Patch skulked closer to the base of the tree. His single eye gleamed with mischief as he saw the dangling string of tinsel.

"Here we go again," I sighed, scooping him up before he could pounce. "Peaches and Cream over here will have it torn down by morning."

As Liam bent down to pull out the box of baubles, he glanced at me amusedly. The yellow reflection of the lights made his eyes look almost molten.

“I’m serious,” I told him. “Last year we kept having to move them up, she wouldn’t leave them alone.”

Dividers by @/thecutestgrotto

[scientistservant]

Proselfship Advent Calendar - Day 4: Relaxing By the Fire

Nottingham had been given Leeds’ blistering snow, and the soft glow from the castle’s fireplace was as warm and comforting as ever.

Richard, Hiss, and Silvia held each other close in an embrace, sitting upon a large armchair, their tender kisses and looks saying everything without having to speak.

Life was good.

[selfshipshadowrealm]

Proselfship Advent Day 3, Sharing Food Traditions

[self-shipping-doll13]

#2 - Power Outage

Selfship Advent Calendar

Wc: 1549

Tw: Anti-Communist Gibberish from Soldier, Drunk Demo

“THIS IS IT!” 

Soldier’s bellow exploded in the pitch black common room like a mortar round. 

“Woah, woah, hey, watch it cyclops!” 

Demo and Scout fell on a loud heap on the floor. 

“Good god, I cannae bloody see outta both eyes now!”

Meanwhile Soldier slammed his helmet on a coffee table, shattering ceramic mugs. “The Commies have finally cut the power! I KNEW it would come to this!”

“Cut the power?” Scout chimed in, irritated. “Pretty sure it’s just the storm, ya dope. Stop yellin’—ow! Demo, that friggin’ hurt!” 

A low groan followed, a Medic sort of sound. “If you would all shut up, I might be able to—” 

“Hold on partner, this ain’t a job for you. Move on aside now, that’s it.” 

The jangle of Engie’s box, a disgruntled muttering. From behind a startling crash. 

“They’re doing it to weaken us! Psychological warfare! Classic Red tactics!”

“Soldier, It’s just the storm,” Medic said impatiently. 

“And that’s what they want you to think! Keep your eyes peeled, men! Watch the skies! They’ll drop from the clouds like bats out of hell!”” 

“Oi, shove it, laddie!” Demo must’ve disentangled himself from Scout, slurring and completely smashed. “Power’s out, aye, but I’ve got enough molotovs ta light the bloody way!”

Scout screeched in terror, wrestling him. “DON’T YOU FRIGGIN’ DARE!”

“Gentlemen, control yourselves!” That was Spy, acutely disgusted. “You all behave like animals.”

Everyone had their theories, but none of them made a lick of difference. The fact was the power was out, and Teufort was already cold enough to frost your breath. 

Well, that was New Mexico for you. In December, the temperature could dip below freezing point, even if it was mild during the day. There were scuffles, laughter, a few more accusations hurled Soldier’s way, but it all blurred together as my thoughts drifted. The blackout made the barracks even darker than usual, shadows swallowing up the cramped space until it felt like we were all in a coffin together.

Well, not all of us. Someone else had slipped out when the lights first died, same as me.

I found him by the window, in the kitchen off to the side of the common room. Sniper stood tall and still as a tree, just a faint silhouette staring out at the heavy rain battering the windows. He didn’t turn when I came closer, but his head tilted slightly, like he knew I was there.

“Bloody racket in there,” he muttered, his voice rough but not unfriendly.

I let out a breath of a laugh. “Couldn’t stay in it either.”

A pale glow flared outside once more, lighting up the side of his face. It made him look older, the shadows deepening the lines at the corners of his eyes. Sniper’s figure turned vaguely around, and I felt him looking dead on at me.  

“You cold, Miss O’Cleary?”

I blinked at the way he said my name—soft, almost shy. 

“No. Not really.” But I wrapped my cardigan tighter around me anyway, fingers skimming over the buttons. “Shouldn’t be long before they get the power back.”

He grunted quietly, pulling open the fridge door. 

“You want a drink while we wait?” he asked, peering in as he scratched his chin. “Gonna go piss warm soon enough if the power don’t come back.”

I hesitated, then nodded. “If you’ve got anything non-alcoholic.”

“Lemonade do ya?”

“That’d be perfect, thanks.”

He grabbed a bottle and set it on the counter with a soft clink before pulling out what I assumed was a beer for himself. As he twisted off the cap with a crisp hiss, I saw his shoulders relax just a little, like the cold glass in his hand anchored him

As I let the lemonade bubble down my throat, I eyed him curiously from what I could make out in the dark. Sniper wasn’t much of a talker, but there was a weight to his watchful presence. He seemed like a fella who’d weathered a lot—all the brutalities of nature and then some. Standing there alone with him in the RED base’s kitchen, I found myself wondering, What’s he seen? Did the world look different through his eyes?

So then I asked: “You ever seen a storm like this?” .

He gave a little start, shaking his head as he leaned back against the counter. “Plenty. Not much else out there to look at in a big open waste.” Sniper pondered silently for a moment before he spoke again.” When I was a kid, I used to sit on the porch with me Dad, watch the sky light up. He’d tell me, ‘Storms don’t take prisoners, son. They’ll strip ya clean if you’re not ready.’”

That sounded like a dad, alright. Teenage Sniper all gangly-limbed with an equally lanky father. I smiled at the mental image. “You’re close with him?

Sniper worked his jaw like I’d hit a point that was sore. “Not so much anymore,” he admitted, tilting the bottle to his lips. “But the old man sure knows his storms.” 

Licking his lips, his gaze flicked back to the window, where rain lashed against the glass in sheets. “Once, lightning hit the gum tree by the shed. Bloody thing went up like a matchstick, nearly lost the whole lot. Mum had me out there with a bucket while Dad swore himself blue tryin’ to save the chooks.”

“God, that’s awful,” I said sympathetically. 

“Eh, we got through.” He told me, those keen eyes catching on the brilliance of lightning outside. “Storms are loud, messy, bit of a bastard, but they clear the air. Bring the bush back to life, y’know?”

I hummed, agreeing with him. 

“I like the thunder,” I said dreamily. “Like listening to it. Always have ever since I was a wee girl. It’s soothing. You can feel it reverberating in your bones.” 

Sniper didn’t say anything. He observed me in that hawkish way.  

“Not a fan of the bad ones, though,” I said self-consciously, and then a memory struck me abruptly like volts on a live wire. “We had a terrible storm back home maybe when I was six or seven, give or take. A bit like yours, but flash flooding. Knocked out half the grid around the Peninsula. Couldn’t even light a fire—the chimney had flooded. We just sat there with blankets and hot water bottles, waiting it out.” 

He snorted. “Well now that just sounds miserable.”

“Oh, it bloody was.”

Yellowy beams were dancing beyond the doorway like strobe lights. Torches had evidently been unearthed, and the commotion in the common room carried on. But we did not emerge; Instead, we stayed cosy in our nest, two perching birds. A sparrow and a falcon. 

By now my eyes had adjusted, and I saw Sniper more clearly. He shifted his weight, leaning back against the counter. His hand brushed his side, and I noticed something there. Instinctive movement. He was fiddling with the corner of his sleeve, rolling and unrolling the fabric like he didn’t know what to do with himself.

I smiled to myself, hidden in the dark. Funny how a man like him, so calm, so collected, could still be nervous sometimes.

This moment felt special. 

I’d never thought of Sniper as the sort of person you could meet halfway. Not because he was unkind, but because he always seemed just out of reach. Watching from a distance, far away. Professional. Precise. Cold as the steel barrel of his rifle. 

But here, swapping memories in the dim kitchen light, he felt different. Human. Almost friendly. Like he wasn’t just Sniper, the dead-shot killer on the battlefield, but some guy you could talk to about the weather.

I let my mind wander to impossible things. Kick off my shoes after a long day. Come home to that. To him. Strange notion.

The silence took its time stretching out, long but not uncomfortable, as the thunder rumbled on outside. I swirled my lemonade idly, watching the condensation drip down the glass, dew shining with each bright fulmination. “Do you think you would miss it?” 

Sniper’s brow furrowed questioningly. 

“I mean, the team,” I elaborated. “Teufort. The chaos. The jokes. The fights, even.” I gave a small shrug. “That sense of having people… Around you.”

For a moment, he just looked at me, his gaze sharp and thoughtful even in the blackness. Then he tipped his hat down slightly. “Sometimes. Reckon that’s why I came out here where all the drinks are.” He said. Then, after a pause: “Wanted to see if you’d come looking.”

The honesty in his voice caught me off guard, and warmth crept up my neck despite the chill in the air. 

Something about the way he said it, dry and impassive, like a hunter testing out a new snare on a rabbit. Maybe that was who he was in the dark. 

“I suppose I did,” I said softly.

Another crack of lightning lit up the room, and I caught the sharpness of his eye. For a moment, I thought he might say something else, but he didn’t. 

Instead, he raised his bottle in a small toast.

“To storms,” he said good-humouredly. 

“To storms,” I echoed, smiling into the glass.

The power stayed out, but I didn’t mind. Not anymore.

Dividers by @/firefly-graphics

[scientistservant]

Proselfship Advent Calendar - Day 1: Dressing For The Cold

"Hurry, Doctor, we don't wanna be late!"

"I'm coming, Alice, I'm coming..."

Halloween Town had been given the gift of fresh snow every December ever since Jack Skellington's Christmas blunder. And as Dr. Finkelstein wheeled himself down the ramp that lead into the foyer of his observatory, he and Alice knew it would be a particularly cold one this year.

The mad scientist exhaled with a smile, taking note of the green and purple stripped scarf draped around Alice's neck as she waited for him at the end of the ramp.

"You look lovely," he said, taking a paw in an affectionate gesture. The cat-sith's tail swished lazily at the Doctor's kind words.

"Didn't you make two?" She asked as she bent down to help button up her elderly partner's overcoat. Finkelstein glanced away in embarrassment.

"I did," he answered after a brief moment of silence.

"And?" Alice tilted her head, paws on her hips. "Where is it?"

The Doctor gestured over to the top of the ramp, to the second floor of the observatory. A second green and purple stripped scarf was hung over the railing.

Alice gave him a slightly amused look, before walking up the ramp, taking the scarf, and bringing it back down. "Would it be nice if we matched?" She asked softly, forehead practically touching Finkelstein's skullcap as she gently tied the scarf about his neck. "Isn't that why you made them?"

The old scientist said nothing, yet placed a small gloved hand to Alice's cheek, an equally small smile on his lips. Alice's forehead touched his skullcap in response, a soft purr resonating in her throat.

The two stayed like this for a moment, until the cat-sith replaced her forehead with her lips, planting a gentle kiss to the metal.

They found the Doctor's wool cap, and the two were ready to venture out into the cold to join the rest of the town.

"I look embarrassing," Finkelstein muttered softly, referring to the matching scarf, a hand to Alice's in comfort.

"You look lovely," she replied.