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gasp we wanna join the selfship party (<- keeps procrastinating about actually using it) can we :3

hell yeah man I don't own the idea of a selfship blog lol feel free to drop the user in my inbox

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i figured out a username btw ! umm pinned is still a wip bc we keep forgetting to work on it 💔 but uhhh here you go !!

@shipsbait

fun fact ,, originally it was @/s7venships (seven ships) but. we ended up stuck with "Sven" as the sona name and didnt like that so 😭

YAYYYY selfship party time

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F/O: Thank.

S/I: Do you mean thanks?

F/O: No. You only deserve the one.

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Imagine your f/o, just waking up, their hair tousled and unruly from a night of restless dreams. Strands of hair stick out in all directions, some falling charmingly over their forehead while others seem to have a life of their own, bouncing with every movement. Their sleepy eyes are slightly squinted as they try to adjust to the morning light streaming in, giving them an adorably disheveled look. There's something uniquely endearing about that moment, a mix of vulnerability and charm that makes you smile. It's the perfect image of someone who just rolled out of bed, blissfully unaware of the chaos atop their head.

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Imagine making sure your f/o rests.

Maybe not even specifically going to bed, because often that’s easier said than done. It can be as small as bringing them a hot drink and making sure they take a five minute break from work to drink it with you. If you’re able to, help them out with whatever work or activity they just have to finish. Buying them decaf tea and coffee so it’s easier to get to sleep without sacrificing routine. Just the little things that help so much.

(for any kind of f/o)

[pr0ship dni]

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Imagine the scent of your F/O as you press your face into the crook of their neck to kiss them there; their soap, shampoo, perfumes and personal scent mingling together in a way that's uniquely theirs.

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S/I: I have feelings for you.

F/O: Why? What's wrong with you? Are you sure you're okay?

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imagine doing that thing where you secretly micro dose poison into your f/o's food so they form a tolerance but you fuck up and just kill them with the first dose

imagine trying to give your F/O a poison immunity but fucking it up and they die

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selfship marriage template !

suggested by anon . !!! mixed opinions on this one bc ? i myself didnt like ????? have a wedding sorta ????? i mean like i mention in the example it was just a little thing but . whateva ! okay hope u like suggets more if u want :) example be lowwww

pro.ship pls just make your own </3

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Possessive

how the overlords would put a claim on you

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˚✧₊⁎ Carmilla Carmine ⁎⁺˳✧༚

As much as she loves spending her mornings in bed with you, wishfully thinking she could stay there all day, she can only give you 3 more minutes at best. Being an Overlord and a CEO keeps her rather busy. You’re grown, you can handle yourself (you have to in this world) she’s not keeping tabs on your whereabouts. Carmilla isn’t itching for a fight like these new “up and comers”. Giving you something to protect you when she’s not around simultaneously puts a target on your back. A simple ring with her name inscribed would suffice, satisfying any possessive vices she may or may not have

˚✧₊⁎ Zestial ⁎⁺˳✧༚

Abhorrent is jealousy, driving the younger generations to filth like, ugh, hickeys. Although, on a certain level he does understand. Being in Hell for as long as he has and alone the same amount, he knows all too well the primal need to claim what other’s might steal. One must leave their mark as a warning sign for others. Zestial’s exceptionally charming when he wants something, notably not asking when he presents you with the crisply wrapped gifts. There’s no less than twenty. Boxes upon boxes of accessories and clothes that suit you but hold his color palette, spider and web details to boot. He’s utterly thrilled when you wear them, showering you in compliments and declaring himself the luckiest soul in Hell

˚✧₊⁎ Rosie ⁎⁺˳✧༚

Goodness, have you seen how sinners nowadays go about the whole ordeal? What happened to romance!? Call her old fashioned, but Rosie likes a smidge of glamour in her techniques! She’ll walk shoulder to shoulder with you, holding her parasail over the both of you. She’ll accidentally press her painted lips on your cheek and forget, quickly getting swept up into conversation with someone or the other. It’s fine, no one would question her! Not if they wanted to live anyways. Butterflies swarm her stomach when she notices you haven’t wiped her imprint away, a proud smile spreading across her face. It becomes purposeful as the days go on

˚✧₊⁎ Alastor ⁎⁺˳✧༚

While happy to broadcast newsworthy exploits, sharing his private affairs with the world is out of the question. Of course the appeal of it all isn’t lost on him, he merely doesn’t see the point. Why broaden your horizons of potential dangers by claiming you publicly? To calm that unruly, covetous alien in the pit of his chest? He’s not that selfish! Besides, nothing less than something permanent could truly satisfy him anyhow

˚✧₊⁎ Valentino ⁎⁺˳✧༚

If he doesn’t have eyes on you, he’s working. Those measley hours apart won’t stop him from reminding all of Hell you still belong to him. He doesn’t trust anyone down here. He’ll convince you it’s for your safety that he tightens the collar around your neck. With a hum of approval, Val’s long and slender fingers twist the tag with his name on it. Heart shaped, of course, he loves you after all!

˚✧₊⁎ Vox ⁎⁺˳✧༚

Only the insecure need to put a claim on their person. That’s not Vox, no way! You’re never really out of his sights anyways, what with today’s power of technology and all! The need to brand you goes a different route. He wants everyone to know you’re spoken for, pulling you on camera every chance he gets. He wants them to stare in awe and envy but cast their eyes down when you walk by in public. A slight on you would be a slight on him personally and no one messes with The Vees

˚✧₊⁎ Velvette ⁎⁺˳✧༚

Truthfully, there isn’t much she wouldn’t do. You’re all over her Sinstagram and that says it all. Every runway show, every red carpet walk, every paparazzi shot you’re always beside her. Vel dresses you left and right to match her OOTD somehow. She snaps a pic every single day (sometimes more) to show her followers their favorite couple is thriving and stylish as always! The description never fails to scream how your all hers

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Alastor's antlers are embarrassingly, pathetically, unbearably sensitive.

He can't for the life of him figure out why—it's not like any of the other transfigured creatures wandering around the underworld were made this way. Most other animal-like sinners don't seem to care about or even acknowledge their characteristics.

Yet here he is, purposefully hiding them away just so that no one will discover his terrible weakness. Oh, what he would give to be like the others if only to ignore their incessantly uncomfortable presence on his head.

Perhaps it was a curse from heaven that made him this way, or karma that he was repaying from his life. Either way, he can't stand being touched.

At least, that's what he thought.

There's no malicious intent behind your hands, no glint in your eye that makes the primal instincts in his head scream at him to melt into the shadows. You're as gentle as can be, fingers running delicately along the intricacies of his antlers and stopping just at the ends of them.

"They're beautiful," you whisper with your eyes blown wide. Your shoulders rise and fall with each rapid breath, probably from the adrenaline of standing so close to an Overlord like this. And Alastor, no less.

Your reliable hotelier. Your first real friend in the hotel. The one whose smile cannot be trusted.

But for some reason, you can't shake the feeling that he's looking at you with pure, genuine appreciation even if his smile is a little wonky.

"Why, thank you, darling!"

He jerks away from you quick as the wind, standing tall once again and towering over you. His expression has morphed into something more strained—you can tell by the way his face creases up as his eyes narrow.

He was the one who decided to invade your personal space while the two of you were arguing. He just didn't think that you would be so bold as to get distracted by his antlers and have the gall to reach out to touch them.

The worst part? The absolute worst part of it all is that no one in all the time he's been in Hell has been gentle with him like that.

Add that to the list of things he despises. Or likes. You're confusing him now.

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You have some nerve, he thinks.

Your hands have found a new home resting atop his head, with your fingers combing through his hair and tracing up and down the curve of his antlers.

It becomes a nightly routine—him on the barstool or sitting in front of the piano and you standing behind him with your fingers tangled in his hair and your chin on his head, perched right between the horns. Others in the hotel have started to raise a brow, but you don't seem to care.

So when you finally decide to break routine, sitting on the opposite end of the couch from him, his eye twitches.

There isn't even an audience tonight, everyone else already tucked into bed save for Husk behind the bar who's too busy with a bottle to care. The silence between you is heavy as lead.

"Is something the matter?" Alastor finally abruptly asks, eyes narrowed at you from the side. You shift uncomfortably.

"Why would something be the matter?"

He's not in the mood for games right now. "This is the first time you've sat away from me in months," he observes.

You look at him, surprised by his hostility over this. "Well, Lucifer told me that you don't like—"

"Lucifer," he interrupts, head now whipping to the side so he can fully glare at you. "Knows nothing."

You blink at him, stunned. With the way he's acting, he almost seems... annoyed that you've decided to stop being so handsy?

Silence overcomes you again as you just stare at each other, completely at a loss of words. Alastor finally realizes his snappiness and composes himself once more, exhaling through his teeth.

His smile softens at you, missing its usual edge. You know him like this the best—head in your lap and antlers exposed. It's familiar to you in a way that it could never be to anyone else. At least, you hope that's true.

"He knows nothing," the radio demon says one more time for good measure, eyes drifting shut under the weight of your hands.

Alastor has never liked to be touched before. But maybe there is a first time for everything, and maybe the safety of your touch brings him enough ease that you're the first he admits he can tolerate.

His smile says it all. He's content like this, even if he would deny it with his chest if you ever told anyone else.

"Okay," you breathe. "I believe you."

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Reader is bored

Alastor: what in hell are you doing?

Reader: following Niffty around and watching her, like people do with birds

Alastor: you're bored again aren't you?

Reader: maybe...

Alastor: so anything interesting happen yet?

Reader: she found two rocks and drew faces on them. They hated each other at first but then they fell in love and got married

Alastor: what a touching thing to witness

Reader: yeah then she found some pebbles for them to adopt. They have nine kids now

Alastor: too many but continue

Reader: anyway the last one just went off to college

Niffty holding the rocks: "What do you mean you want a divorce?!?" "I just... without the kids around we have nothing in common anymore!" "we have our history! We have so much!" "This has been on my mind for a while Rocksanne. I just can't go on..." "fine! Leave like the kids! Leave me alone! Just go!!!"

Reader: NOOO!!!

Alastor: would you like to go visit Rosie with me?

Reader: oh yeah sure

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polycule with fell and swap papyrus GO!

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I WILL BE GIVING YOU THE USER TRUST !! just uh when i figure out what itll be

valid tbh coming up with userbames is evil

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you have inspired us to make our own selfshipping blog so by all means . be cringe , and be free

one of us one of us one of us

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what if i return to my roots and started selfshipping with underswap, underfell, & swapfell papyrus :3c

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Imagine building a huge pillow+blanket fort with your f/o that spans across your entire livingroom!

Proshippers + variants DNI