#꒰୨ selfship ୧꒱

[ellie-woody]

₊˚⊹ ᰔ 300 DAYS WITH HIM!!! 🩷⚡

I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S ALREADY BEEN 300 DAYS! I can't wait for the day I get to have Jack as my f/o 🩷

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[amessageonthewind]

Choosing a song was the most difficult part of this, but I finally managed. Here you go.

Art of Rachel by @kammyclues :3

[ribbonheartz]

my f/os part 1!¡

part 2 part 3 part 4

♡ yui komori ୨୧ {diabolik lovers}

♡ mikasa ackerman ୨୧ {attack on titan}

♡ miyu sakurada ୨୧ {d4dj}

♡ mashiro kurata ୨୧ {bandori}

♡ robin ୨୧ {honkai star rail}

♡ march 7th ୨୧ {honkai star rail}

♡ nobara kugisaki ୨୧ {jujutsu kaisen}

♡ nyamu yuutenji ୨୧ {bandori}

pr♡ship/d4rkship DNI.

[winterfubukisses]

uhh here we go 3buki!!! The eldest is Aika, the middle is Kazuya and the youngest is Kohei

also honorable mention: @crunchy-criss-1 here's the yume kids, told you you're gonna get pinged this week /hj

[cheshitora]

and we are live with cheshire folks !!!!!!!

greetings my darling che <3!! i come to you with a prying curiosity about your beloved kazutora!! shall i ask .. what is that one singular item that reminds you both of each other? perhaps a piece of jewelry he had gifted you?? or a hair clip you gave him one time? something that physically reminds you that he's in your life and that your heart is his!!!

🎤🎤 ah. i see i'm the one on the mic this time. touché alice. the host is being hosted

but thank you for your question ^^

╰┈➤ funny that you bring up jewelry because i actually own kazutora's bell earring irl and i like to think that he gifted that earring to me after our first year together. the earring itself holds a lot of value for kazutora himself (since he quite literally beat tf outta someone who he thought was a "friend" and took it from him as a birthday gift for himself lol) so passing it to me adds even greater emotional value to our relationship. i wear it all the time and the little jingle it makes everytime i turn around or move slightly reminds me of him 😔

╰┈➤ it's like claire giving john bender her earring at the end of the breakfast club except in this case, i would be john and he'd be claire lol. but at least now, not only does the earring remind him of how he got the earring itself and the start of his friendship with his best friend and ultimately the big turn around of his life, but now, seeing it on me, it reminds him of us and how far we've come and likewise lets me know that anywhere i go, i have a piece of him with me

che's final note :: oof this was super sappy. lol i'm so delusional. and now i'm sad and soft about kazutora again. but honestly, thank you for this alice because i've been wanting to talk about this but i didn't know how to casually just bring this up on my blog lol.

[dewdropchoconeko]

War of Attrition

Description: Lighter and Dewdrop's first meeting. Something I'm writing for a selfship fanfic.

CW: None! This is completely SFW

Word Count: 1297

Their car, a beat-up old thing with a cracked dashboard and too many memories in the passenger seat, sat near the far edge of the lot. Dewdrop reached for the handle, hesitated, then got in with a sigh. The driver’s seat creaked like always. The inside still smelled faintly like fast food and something older, something they couldn’t name. Something that made their stomach turn.

They started the ignition.

Or tried to.

Click. Click. The engine sputtered to life before quitting.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

Dewdrop tried again, this time with a little prayer wedged between their teeth. Nothing. Just the dry, electric cough of a battery failing to care. They rested their forehead against the steering wheel, gripping it tightly as frustration mounted like steam in a pressure cooker. Their hand trembled. The glove made their palms sweat. Part of them didn’t want to go anymore. To the hospital. To anything. Part of them wanted to sit here and dissolve in the stale air of the car until time forgot them.

But that wasn’t an option.

They popped the hood, climbed out, and stared down at the mass of incomprehensible wires and metal. Their reflection in the windshield looked pale and angry, and lost. The mark hummed as a constant reminder of their debt they had to pay.

Dewdrop sighed, googling the closest mechanic and called. It was the Sons of Calydon, a biker gang/mechanic shop that was owned by Big Daddy. “Hey, my car just died on me and I’m in the middle of a parking lot.”

“Sure, I’ll have one of my employees come pick you up and we’ll get it towed.”

“Thank you so much.”

Dewdrop sat on the curb beside their useless car, the sun still beating down on them from above. Warm light hit the pavement at sharp angles, throwing long shadows across the parking lot. Everything looked like it was melting; colours too saturated, edges too blurry. They leaned forward, elbows on knees, staring at nothing. Their phone sat face down beside them. The mark under their glove had gone quiet, but they didn’t trust the silence. They would rather lie and have the pain than nothing. It felt like the moment before a migraine, still, but heavy with something about to snap.

They picked up their phone, thumbed out a message to Belle without thinking.

Kam: Car died, waiting for some mechanic to come and pick me up.

Belle: Oh no! So, are you not coming today?

Kam: I’ll be coming. Don’t worry about me.

A breeze kicked up dust. Somewhere in the distance, a lawnmower started, then choked out. A dog barked once and was silent again. The sun was beating down on them, causing them to sweat again. Dewdrop only put their head down and waited. Then came the sound, low and guttural, the mechanical growl of an engine that didn’t care about being polite. Dewdrop looked up. A black motorcycle tore into view at the far end of the lot, its engine reverberating in their ribcage. The rider didn’t slow down until the last second, braking hard a few feet away, gravel kicking up in lazy arcs.

They killed the engine. Silence fell again like a curtain.

The rider swung off the bike with practiced ease. Red scarf. Leather jacket. Heavy boots. Gloves stuffed into one pocket. Their face was hidden behind dark sunglasses, but something about their posture screamed unimpressed and done with everyone. He had messy, muted green hair, and his eyes were hidden behind his sunglasses. He also wore a long red scarf around his neck. Dewdrop stood slowly, brushing dust off their jeans. The rider hopped off his bike and walked over to Dewdrop.

“You, Dewdrop?”

His voice was rough around the edges, but not cruel. Just tired.

Dewdrop blinked. “Yeah.”

“Car dead?”

They nodded, gesturing limply at the old jeep behind them. “Won’t even turn on.”

He walked past them without another word, peering under the hood. His presence was oddly solid, he didn’t fill the silence with noise or awkward small talk. Just moved with purpose, like someone used to fixing what was broken. Dewdrop held themselves, looking at the man look at their jeep. After a few moments of clicking and checking things, he straightened up and glanced over.

“Battery’s fried. Might be the alternator, too. I’ll tow it. You got a ride?”

“No…”

“Do you need one?” he pried.

“Yes.”

“Talking to you is like trying to pry a jewel from a clam,” he huffed. “Where?”

“The hospital.”

He gave them a sideways look but didn’t ask, “You can ride with me if you’re not afraid of bikes.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it. Name’s Lighter, by the way.”

The mark on their hand pulsed again, mild, almost like it was…amused. They tried not to think about it.

The motorcycle roared to life beneath them, and Dewdrop clung tighter than they meant to. Dewdrop shut their eyes and held on like they were being threatened off a ledge. Motorcycles weren’t scary, it was just the amount of wind that would be in their face. The lightness and feather-like weight of a motorcycle. The leather of Lighter’s jacket was warm from the sun and smelled faintly of engine oil and something vagasc b uely like cloves.

“Don’t strangle me,” Lighter called over his shoulder, voice raised just enough to be heard over the engine. “You’re not dying today. Probably.”

“Comforting,” Dewdrop muttered.

They didn’t speak for a while. The city blurred around them, pale gray buildings, blinking signs, intersections bleeding red and green. Dewdrop focused on the steady thrum of the engine, trying not to think about how close they were sitting. Lighter didn’t talk, didn’t fill the air with questions or small talk, and that was…kind of a relief.

Eventually, as they hit a stretch of slower traffic, Lighter turned his head just enough to speak.

“You okay?”

Dewdrop blinked. “What?”

“You’ve got that look.”

“What look?”

“Someone scared. Like, at any moment you’ll just keel over.”

Dewdrop didn’t answer right away. The mark under the glove pulsed, faint and curious. Dewdrop narrowed their eyes at their hand, but ignored the humming of the mark.

“You a secret therapist or something?”

Lighter laughed, light and airy. “God, no. I just notice things.”

“Then are you always this blunt?”

“Only when it matters.”

They fell into silence again. Dewdrop could feel the vibration of the engine through their thighs, could feel their heartbeat syncing to it in a way that was not entirely comfortable. The buildings began to thin as they approached the edge of the city, neon giving way to peeling fences and long, warehouse-shaped shadows. The hospital sign came into view. Lighter eased the bike to a stop just outside the entrance, the engine cutting off with a final, reluctant growl.

“Thanks,” Dewdrop said, climbing off with sore legs and a racing mind.

Lighter didn’t respond right away. He just reached into his jacket, pulled out a battered card, and held it out.

“Big Daddy’ll sort your car. But if you want to talk… or scream into an oil drum, whatever… I’m around.”

Dewdrop took the card, surprised. “You always this nice to strangers?

“Only the cute ones.”

As he rode off, Dewdrop stood there, still holding the card, the mark on their hand warm like it agreed with something they didn’t yet understand. The hospital air is always too cold. Sterile. The kind of cold that doesn’t touch the skin but seeps into the lungs. Dewdrop walked through the automatic doors, clutching Lighter’s card tighter than they meant to, before slipping it into their coat pocket. A trace of heat still clung to it, or maybe that was just their hand shaking again.

[ellie-woody]

𔓕 After two years with him, I feel very happy that today we can make this official... I hope today is a great day... <33

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[ellie-woody]

me and Jack (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

EVERYONE!!! QUICKLY!!!

MAKE YOU AND YOUR F/O KISS!!!

me and Tim :3

[amessageonthewind]

🚗 for the ask game??

do you have a driver's license? if you don't, does that really stop you from driving?

Technically I'm not supposed to fly without the Fortree Gym Badge, but that's never stopped me before so why should it now?

You really should get it. It'd be easy for you to beat Winona and get a Badge, so why not just get it out of the way so that you don't have to risk getting in trouble?

Who's gonna stop me? The Sky Police?

...got me, there.

[ribbonheartz]

~ miyu sakurada {f/o moodboard}

,, the secret language of flowers is.... hidden love.. ,,

[cheshitora]

♡

[ellie-woody]

I arrived late to the trend! (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠)

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[amessageonthewind]

Hihi! For the random silly headcannons reblog ask game! Hope you enjoy!

My silly headcannon for Zinnia is that they collects rocks! Specifically those smooth lucky stones. Maybe they follows the meanings behind them like how some people follow the meanings behind flowers, or maybe they makes their own. But they have ones for every occasion and maybe even have some on accessories like necklaces or hairpins, etc.

-- @microwavetoaster-selfships

As much as Steven is definitely 'the rock guy,' this feels accurate. Zinnia would probably like to collect stones that she just thinks are neat and assigns sentimental meanings to them. She has no idea what terms like 'igneous' and 'sedimentary' mean, but she does collect rocks that she thinks are neat.

I like the idea of her getting more into weaving jewelry now that she actually has people to share them with >:}

[ellie-woody]

𑁯ᰍ Wile's petnames 𑁯ᰍ

𔓕 baby girl

✦ genius

𔓕 dear

✦ ouchie

𔓕 pokey

✦ hubby

𑁯ᰍ Jack's petnames 𑁯ᰍ

𔓕 scarecrow

✦ little pudding

𔓕 zucchini

✦ jester

𔓕 amorzinho

✦ cabeçudo

Selfshippers reblog/reply with a list of petnames you have for your F/O(s)!!

Petnames from other languages than english are absolutely welcome!!!

Mine are love/lovie, darlin' and słońce/słoneczko :}

[ellie-woody]

♡ Happy Valentine's Day!˖˚◛ ₊⭒

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