#MY SELFSHIP

[moss-selfship]

Now that i feel comfortable shipping with nepeta and meulin again, Here are two pics i commissioned from my dear friend @nevermore-selfship ! first is me and nepeta of her being adorable short, and the other is me, nepeta, and meulin cuddling

[liz-floresmo-art]

I don't know why I did this, it's just cute

[justrandomselfships]

I had no idea that I missed drawing him so much. So here is the first full piece I’m making with my new DR S/I I’m inserting for SDR2! And funfact: this is actually one of my first selfships! If I remember it right Gundham was my second F/O which I recognized my feels for!

Commission status is in my pinned post!

[mushi42]

Our Long Road to Each Other

Notes: Contains my self ship with Takami Keigo (Hawks).  Does contain mentions of chronic illness and major injuries. Medical treatments are administered during some of the events.  I am a big believer in fate wanting certain people in your life. What you do with those people is up to you but the universe sometimes thinks it’s important for you to meet people. And as an extra note during his fight with Dabi my self ship diverges from canon a bit. He was injured and his wings damaged but not totally destroyed. He needs months/years of PT and medical treatments to get back to full shape.  Events after the Paranormal Liberation diverge to a more peaceful outcome. 

THIS IS NOT THE STORY OF HOW WE GOT TOGETHER, JUST HOW WE MET

     I think I was always supposed to meet Keigo.  There were just too many close calls to think any different.  I don’t know if the Fates intended for us to fall in love or to just be part of each other's lives.  Either way the poor sisters must have been beating their heads against a wall with how we just kept barely missing each other.  They had woven our threads together so many unlikely times for two people that lived half a world apart.  And yet neither of us was able to pull tight the knots that would bring us together.  Our first misstep was in Japan:

     I had always wanted to do the Japanese cultural exchange with my city’s sister city since I was in elementary school.  Every winter Japan would send  a delegation of high school students or those who had just graduated to TN.  In exchange Tennessee sent their delegation the following summer. Finally the summer after graduating high school I was able to participate and I had planned to make the most of the experience! The first of the three week exchange was in Tokyo. I couldn’t believe my luck. The dates matched up perfectly to go to a Hawks fan meet!  He was normally in Kyushu so to get a chance to see him on the mainland seemed serendipitous.  I had been a fan since I was sixteen and he had just debuted.  How many heroes get to start their own agency at eighteen?!  I’m not normally a huge hero fan.  Of course it’s nice to know they are out there protecting us but it’s a job like any other.  When one of the former exchange students had shown us videos of Hawks during their stay I was enthralled.  There was something about his smile and genuine warmth that drew me in. When he talked about wanting to make the world a place where people were safe and could relax, where heroes were bored at their jobs, you could feel the sincerity in his words, even through the language barrier.  I could see this man was something special.   There was no way I was going to miss my chance to meet him or at least see him in person.  

     Unfortunately our guide had other ideas.  Our sister city sent one of their teachers to make sure we got to see as much as possible in our limited time in the city.  I won’t complain about getting to see all the sights, I was quite excited when we started. What I will criticize was that our guide refused to let us use the trains. “To get the REAL Japanese experience we will walk,” He explained, “And as Americans I’m sure you could all use the exercise anyway.”

     “But isn’t public transport one of the major benefits of living in Japan?  Especially a metropolitan area like Tokyo,” I questioned.  The only answer I received was a stern glare and silence from the guide.  The group was all disappointed but we pushed on. By the end of the day we were exhausted from walking all across the city.  I was so far from the fan meet there was no way I was going to make it in time without using the trains but still the guide refused.  He didn’t really see the point in making a stop just to meet a hero, even a newly made top ten hero.  Luckily I wasn’t the only one in my group pushing to go to the meet.  There were several of the top ten there and the whole group insisted.  We raced as quickly as we could to try and see the last bit of the public event.  Unfortunately by the time we arrived the meet was over and Hawks was in the sky flying to his next destination.  All I could see was red wings growing smaller in the distance. I don’t know who in our group was most upset at not getting to see their favorite Japanese hero but I feel like I was certainly near the top that day.

     The second time our lives nearly became entwined was a few years later.  I was in college and wanted to travel again while I had the chance.  My brother had already done a study abroad in Portugal and suggested I look into a program myself.  After a bit of searching for what would fit my desires best I found a program in Asan, South Korea.  It was an amazing opportunity!  In exchange for ten to twenty hours a week of helping the Korean students with their conversational English we got room, board, and a small stipend that allowed us to travel the country the rest of the time.  And it all counted for college credit.  I couldn’t believe my luck when the councilor suggested this place. The program has about thirty or so international students and we did our best to explore and travel as much as possible.

     “We could do Seoul this weekend,” Addy suggested.  We had been debating for about fifteen minutes or so on what to do this weekend.  We were nearing the end of the program and the three of us were not going to be able to return the following semester for one reason or another.  

     “But we went to Seoul two weeks ago,” Beth reminded us.  To be fair to her she has spent the maximum three semesters in the program so she had been almost everywhere multiple times.  She was always kind enough to accompany us on our adventures to keep us from getting lost.    

     “There is always something new to do in the capital,” I expressed enthusiastically.  After a few more exchanges Seoul was chosen as this week's exploration.  It was a cold weekend in late November.  We had just finished visiting the palace and were trying to find a samgyupsal place to eat and warm up before heading home.  There was a loud explosion not far from us and we heard the screams of terrified people echoing out.  We recognized the words “Villian Attack” even with our limited Korean.  We scrambled to find safety.  There was a gust of wind and a red blur in front of us.  It was him, the winged hero- Hawks.  He was fighting a villain right there on the street.  After what felt like a lifetime, as we hid in a convenience store peering from the window, Hawks subdued the villain!  Addy, Beth, and I ran out the door to cheer the blond hero as he gave a tired wave to the public.  I wanted to get closer to see better.  I didn’t want to miss yet another chance to see my favorite hero up close, especially since I was so surprised he was in the country.  I found out later he had been here for WEEKS trying to find the very villain he captured that day. Larger bystanders kept pushing me aside until I actually fell down, blocking my view.  Again I had to watch Hawks fly off, this time with a villain in tow.  I figured even if I didn’t get to meet him, at least watching him fight and capture a dangerous individual was a better story than missing a fan met in Japan. 

     It wasn’t long after this that the Heroes of Japan faced the Paranormal Liberation Army.  I remember reading the articles about the fallen heroes, Midnight and Crust along with so many others.  The revelation of Endeavor’s past and his connection to the villain Dabi.  Dabi had also gravely injured the avian hero.  While his wings survived the assault they were severely damaged. Even in the following two years with healing and physical therapy that Recovery Girl administered Hawks was never back to one hundred percent.  His range of movement in his wings was lessened. The feathers didn’t have the same response sensitivity that he was used to. Worst was the speed reduction he faced.  All of this doesn’t even mention the new scars that covered his back or the one that reached up the side of his handsome face.  While he was able to maintain his hero position he just never could reach the heights he had before.  He struggled in ways he had never could have imagined before.  Recovery Girl suggested he see a friend of hers in America. The doctor had one of the strongest healing quirks ever recorded but could only heal himself.  He had been inspired by the quirk suppressants made from the blood of a young girl.  He followed the same ideas to make a new healing drug he hoped would change the world.  He recently was approved to test his serum on humans and Hawks was one of the first to sign up for the trial.  He was on his way to America, Tennessee to be specific.

     At this point I don’t know if the Fates wanted to tie us together, strangle us with our own threads, or just snip the damn things so they wouldn’t have to bother with the two of us anymore.  But we got another chance to FINALLY meet.  During the same years Hawks was trying to overcome his injuries I was facing my own set of medical challenges.  After graduating college I went to work in a completely unrelated field, dog grooming.  Other than getting to spend my day with dogs rather than people the best thing about the job was finally having decent health insurance.  My health had taken a nosedive honestly. I was diagnosed with multiple chronic illnesses including Crohn’s.  I had to have a permanent colostomy put in. I had never felt so terrible about myself or my body. I still required regular infusions to maintain what little bit of normalcy I could.  As luck would have it my infusions were administered at the same center as Hawks received his.

     The first time I saw him it took all my self control not to scream let my jaw hit the floor. He was sitting in an infusion chair trying to adjust his injured wings into a more comfortable position.  I wanted to go say hello and tell him I was a fan but couldn’t bring myself to do it.  He was here for medical treatment.  He deserved to be able to get some peace during what I know from first hand experience is not the most pleasant way to spend time.  If I was being honest with myself at least part of my hesitation was due to the fact I no longer felt the confidence to introduce myself.  I settled in my usual chair in the back and pulled out my cross stitch WIP.  I occasionally looked up and saw that not everyone had my level of restraint with the hero.  Even though he wasn’t an American hero he was still fairly well known here.  Three patients and one of the nurses all asked for autographs and pictures.  Once I thought he looked over at me but I was sure I was imagining things. My next appointment went much the same. He was there and pleasant to everyone.  I kept quiet and tried to be at least one person to let him have a few moments of rest.

     The following appointment he wasn’t there when I scanned the room.  I assumed his days had changed or maybe he had been able to get more privacy.  I settled into my chair and readied my WIP for the day.  A few moments later I heard someone sit in the chair next to me.  I looked over to be met with golden eyes.  I actually jump a little and squeak which of course causes Hawks to laugh. “Sorry for scaring you! I just wanted to see the progress you’ve made since the last time of your project,” He laughs and points at my WIP.  I was so confused I just handed it to him wordlessly and tried to compose myself. “Wow! This is really pretty.  I don’t think I’d have the patiences to stab something this many times,” He praised.

     “Thank you, I didn’t realize you had even noticed me or my cross stitch honestly,” I said weakly.

     “Well of course I noticed you. Not often a fan walks past me without saying hello. Especially such a cute one,” He winked. I blushed and tried to gather my thoughts.

     “How did you know I was a fan?” I questions

     “You have a tiny me hanging off your bag,” He points to my Hawks keychain “Why didn’t you come say hello? Everyone else did.”

     “Mostly I just thought I didn’t want to bother you.  Infusions aren’t particularly comfortable to begin with and you deserve to get medical treatment in some privacy,” I rambled."Also I was definitely a little too self conscious.”  He stopped and looked at me genuinely surprised at my response.  He handed me back my cross stitch and smiled. 

     “I appreciate that. I think sometimes people forget heroes are just normal people too,” He reasoned,”How about this: you can come talk to me all you want as long as you keep showing me all the work you’re doing on these art pieces of yours.”  I just laughed and said he was getting the short end of the deal.                   

     He just shook his head. “Nope I’m definitely winning this. I get to see cool crafts AND talk to a pretty girl. Not sure what more a guy can ask for,” he grinned mischievously as I blushed fiercely.  In that moment we both knew that the other was going to be so important in our lives.  If getting us to meet caused the Fates endless frustration, getting us into a relationship almost sent Aphrodite and Eros into retirement.

[selfshipping-haven]

that's the mood for tonight amirite fellas

[kate-bishops-waifu]

I'm in a *mood*

[kentopedia]

nanami kento, who hates dating, and didn’t do much of it in his early twenties. but now, he’s almost thirty, watching all the people he works with settle down, have kids, and he thinks he wants that. so he might as well try.

so satoru sets him up on a few dates — friends of friends, he calls them. and at the end of every one of the dinners, kento goes home empty, exhausted, because he knows what they want is not the same.

still; he thinks maybe he’s being a little self-destructive, maybe too picky, maybe he just got so used to being alone. with satoru’s insistence, he gives all the women another call, invites them over to his apartment.

the first time was a disaster… kento had barely set the dinner on the table before his cat had hissed at her, scratched her down the arm in a thin gash. and though it did draw blood, it was hardly enough to warrant that reaction.

he didn’t even try to stop her as she picked up her bag and left, huffing like she’d been morally offend. kento, though, could only smile to himself in amusement.

because maybe kento was a poor judge of character, a man who was secretly hoping nothing would pan out — but his cat could certainly tell the good from the bad.

it became a little game to him, after that. seeing if anyone could win his pet over, and if they could, perhaps they were the one. his darling animal was a fickle thing anyway. a bit too defensive, quick to bite anything threatening after years on the streets.

naturally, no one came back twice.

he was close to giving up, accepting his solitude because he was tired of empty conversations over dinner. but then, he ventured out over the weekend to a new coffee shop, during hours he normally didn’t spend out of his home, and met you.

though you only talked for a moment, kento felt like maybe he’d known you in a past life. a part of him thought maybe it was strange, the way he kept coming back to talk to you, catching you at the end of your shift to see if you wanted to grab a coffee sometime.

by the second date, kento started to think you could turn out to be his best friend.

by the third date, kento wondered if soulmates were real.

on the fourth date, almost two months later, an appropriate time to get to know someone when you were as reserved as kento, he invited you over for dinner. it was, perhaps, the final confirmation he needed to let himself be with you.

he let you through the door, smiling softly as you told him about the book you were reading, and hung his coat on the rack. a moment later, you stopped, distracted, hands covering your mouth in a gasp.

“kento! she’s the cutest cat i’ve ever seen, you didn’t even show me pictures!” you exclaim, and, a few feet away, crouched down. “look at her pretty eyes…”

“careful,” kento said, “she’s not very—“

but the cat approached your outstretched hand, sniffed once, before letting you scratch her under her chin, purring loud enough for kento to hear across the room.

“shes such a sweetheart, you told me she was mean!” you smiled, making a cooing noise as you threaded your fingers through her fur. “kento’s a liar, isn’t he… you’re so precious.”

a few moments later, she snapped her jaw at you in a biting motion, and you only laughed, withdrawing your hand. “alright, i get it, i won’t bother you anymore.”

though she still brushed against your legs, just as she did kento’s, and seemed to communicate some sort of message to him.

“do you want any help cooking?” you ask, tucking your hair behind your ears. “i’m a disaster in the kitchen, but—“

“sure,” kento said, his chest tightening as he blinked back at you, only in his apartment for minutes and already looking as at home there. he wondered if it was possible to fall in love so quickly. “but only if you want to.”

[childeproof]

my mutuals’ “headcanons” are MY canon. understand? i only know what they tell me, i only hear what they say. my mutuals’ posts are like the holy texts and i am but a humble scholar in search of knowledge

[kenpachisbrat]

🛩: Where would the two of you go on your honeymoon?

💍: What’s your dream wedding?

with whatever self-ship you wanna talk about <3

🤭🤭 ok so I'm feeling soft for kenpachi at the moment so

Reye x Kenpachi

Where we go on our honeymoon?

- so I've wanted to go to Hawaii😂 so I'm dragging him to the beach with me and making him relax.

Dream wedding!

-so I've always wanted to get married at a winery. Just because of how beautiful they are. But with kenpachi we'd definitely do one a little more laid back and relaxed. Definitely outdoor wedding still.

Something kinda Like this! ☺️

Ask me about my selfships!☺️☺️

[satan-is-a-furry]

Me reading an X reader fanfic:

[glacierclear]

I wanna teach Leon what a gender is

[kay-selfships]

ofc ofc this can apply to all f/os of all genders, this is just what i’ve been experiencing lately. just the acknowledgment that they’re “mine” makes me feel fuzzy hehe

[liz-floresmo-art]

A bit of my selfship with Squidward

[justrandomselfships]

Despite everything... I’m still here

Happy 413!!!

[mushi42]

1, 3, 7, 10 👀 for the spicy f/o game, i am very curious 👀

This is a long one but here you go! (I'm working on the other ones now if anyone wants to ask other numbers)

1 What was your first time with your f/o like?

Contrary to popular opinion, Keigo is not the playboy he is portrayed as by the media.  His agency set up a few fake relationships for the sake of appearances but they mostly wanted the “everybody’s Hawks”to be the most prominent image.  He has stolen a few kisses and make out sessions here and there but never more than that. So when we first met he was actually a virgin.  I was unaware of this at the time.  When we decided to move forward with a physical relationship he wanted to preserve his “cool guy” image with me.  He was afraid of being rejected if he couldn’t be amazing at everything.  He read all those grocery store articles about sex beforehand.  When we were getting ready to actually start he ended up having a panic attack. After calming him down and assuring him there was nothing wrong and I still liked him, he asked to continue. Just knowing he could stop if it became too much seemed to help.  It wasn’t our most mind blowing night together but it’s one of my favorites.  We were so open and communicated so well that it was an extra special moment in our relationship.

3 Is the Sex between you and your f/o usually sensual? Passionate? Animalist?

This is a cop out answer but it really depends on the day.  He is very enthusiastic no matter what mood he’s in.  But some days it’s about being close and just together but there are other days where he has an itch that NEEDS scratched. If I had to pick I’d say it’s usually a passionate worshiping kind of me.

7 Any Favorite positions?

Between his wings and my ostomy bag (I have Crohn’s and a permanent ostomy bag) we do have some limitations on positions.  We enjoy missionary. He likes looking me in the eyes and watching my face during sex.  It makes him proud to watch me squirm.  We also like on all fours for some different times. We’ve definitely done other stuff but those are our tried and true!

10 Any erogenous zone?

His wings are very sensitive to the point we have to be careful to to overstimulate him. (he does the overstimulation not the other way around. He loves playing with my ass and I have sensitive ears. Don’t know why my ears are an erogenous zone but blowing or touching them is very sexy for me

[viktors-filipina-girlfriend]

How it feelz to have merch of your F/O

"I HAVE YOU NOW"