#kits selfshipvember

[kits-ships]

hi all i almost forgot i made this :3

i made a little prompt list for the selfship community!! i created it for november since its my birthday month + i just think these are cute.

there are multiple prompts so that you can pick and choose which to do and there is a shorter list in case you dont like the pressure of a new prompt everyday!!

please feel free to tag me in your creations + you can use the tag #kits selfshipvember if you'd like!!

btw: there might be a few typos and mistakes in these as i made them a while ago and never gave it a very good proof-reading !!

proshippers dni !!!

[bobmckenzie]

selfshipvember day 13 ⇢ favorite AU

long(ish) distance AU with Bob!!

texting a few nights before my first time going up to visit him in Canada so I can see one of his hockey games 🥰 we talk every day and he's come to visit me twice, but we're still both too shy to say ily yet :')

[sunflawyer]

Selfshipvember 1: Sunflower 🌻

thank you @kits-ships for the prompt!! its so adorable 😭🧡

@kaibaspuppy @ousama @yumetokashite @qilinkisser @bunbunsheart @earthtoluisa @urmomwheniurmom @all4theluvoflizzy @koda-selfships @meowtroidvanya @fated-selfship @roachcritter @scroldie @tired-lemonade @michaelmeowndo @kittnsnow @funkedge @starshroom-doodles @xxmellochii @mizcollar @raspberrychronicles @consworld96 (feel free to tell me if you dont wanna b tagged!)

[defiant-art]

Day 3 of @kits-ships ‘s selfshipvember !

Today’s prompts are let me help / cold outside, I chose cold outside

Today marks my one year anniversary with Ash Williams, so I drew my selfship with him!! Happy one year, Ash!!

selfship taglist! <3 @garden-of-seraphim @negativespiritapologist @kaibaspuppy @sunstar-of-the-north @gideongrovel @sweettoothselfships @automatonkisser

Let me know if u want to be added or removed!!

[selfindulgentfandomstuff]

Selfshipvember Day 2: Falling Leaves

Selfshipvember made by @kits-ships

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Murdoc and Emmett just hanging out. On the ground. In the leaves. :)

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Murdoc (left): he/him; cis man

Emmett Becker (right): they/he; trans man

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Reblogs > Likes

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Proshippers DNI

[shirogane-oushirou]

Selfshipvember day 22: apple picking / love languages

ren loves quality time and physical touch, and i like acts of service, so like.... cuddling and snuggling and chitchatting with doc!ren while he bakes something Oh So Yummy for me? yes please???? 🥺💕💕💕

[tyrianludaship]

Day 2: Falling Leaves / Sweet, but Simple

He would definitely do huge gestures and not even think about it.

(Based on the Stanley Figurines)

Proships DNI

Reblogs > Likes

[sweettoothselfships]

belated day 20 of selfshipvember: sunflowers 🌻

saw them and thought of you! lol

[malikselfindulgence]

I gave up on the flowers but SELFSHIP-VEMBER DAYS 1-5 PROMPT SUNFLOWER !! I am many days late but whatever . Marek is commonly symbolised as a sunflower also so this was Perfect 4 me. Marek uses he/she pls remain respectful of this !

List under the cut :3 !!

[arthvrmvrgan]

Selfshipvember Day 2, Falling Leaves

[wisdom-glass]

wonyoung photo shoot vibes (mine on tumblr)

[sennamybeloved]

belated day 23 for @kits-ships selfshipvember, following the prompt dancing together :)

Under the vast canopy of the night sky, two she-beasts play amongst the forest. Omikayalan was draped in a peaceful quietude before they disrupted it, charging through the lush undergrowth, kicking up dirt and leaves each time their paws touch the ground. Twin laughter echoes through the trees, following them wherever they run.

How such a foolish game of cat-and-mouse began eludes them both, but at some point, Ahri ran, and Seren gave chase. They followed each other in relentless pursuit, giggling and squealing like children—until Ahri's leg snagged on a tangle of vines. They stopped her dead in her tracks, and she fell flat onto the dirt in front of her.

A sharp hiss escapes Seren's clenched jaw, drowned out by the pained, fox-like yelp that Ahri makes in tandem. Before either of them can process it, Seren is at Ahri's side, kneeling down beside her and speaking to her gently. "Are you okay?"

The most comforting aspect of Seren's abilities is that she can immediately tell that Ahri is just fine; distress does not waft from her like tendrils of smoke, so, it is unlike that she is in much pain at all. Still, she meets her lover's concern with a whine, ears pressed low against each side of her skull. "That hurt," she complains.

"I bet," Seren says, placing gentle hands atop Ahri's back and shoulders, helping her into a kneeling position. "Maybe watch where you're going next time."

The fox lets out an annoyed huff, shrugging Seren's hands off and averting her flaxen gaze, tails shifting to curl around her frame protectively.

She's not hurt, Seren recognizes, but she'd like me to treat her like she is.

Recognizing that this is perhaps not the time to tease her about being a brat, Seren tuts softly and forces herself back into Ahri's proximity, wrapping her arms around her and pulling her in close. "D'aw, poor foxy," she coos. "Are you okay? Do you need to go back to the temple?"

Ahri tries to suppress the bemused smile that creeps onto her lips, but fails. "Maybe," she giggles softly, carefully shifting so that she's looking Seren in the eye. Her expression is nothing short of mischievous.

"Uhuh," Seren's tone is deadpan, but she cannot bite back the grin that tugs at her face. "Well, then, stand up. Let's get moving."

Seren attempts to help Ahri to her feet, hands planted firmly on her body, providing anchorage where she can. Ahri follows, albeit slowly, limbs weak like a fawn's. So, Seren tosses in a final remark: "Or, do you perhaps need me to carry you?"

Ahri laughs outright at that. "You couldn't," she says, finally hoisting herself to her feet. "You're too frail."

Seren scoffs, feinging offense. "I am not! I'm just..." She trails off, finding she has no defense for that.

"Mhm?" Ahri hums. She tips her head to the side curiously, an impish smile creeping its way into rose-colored lips. She's beautiful, frustratingly so. Seren wants to kiss her.

"Shut up," is all she manages instead, voice lightly cracking over each syllable. Ahri's smile then becomes a sharp-toothed grin, the likes of which Seren admires for as long as she's allowed until their lips are crashing together, parting in a series of soft, sweet kisses, initiated by the she-fox herself.

Hands fist into each other's clothes, bodies pressed flush, breaths mingling in the frost-kissed air. It is in the warmth of each other's embrace that they lose themselves. With no anchors—nothing to sit, lay, or lean on—they struggle to keep their footing, constantly swaying and stumbling together. It is that uncoordinated bumbling that soon begins to resemble a dance. It is flawed and graceless, at least initially, but it is, most certainly, a dance.

Seren was never much of a dancer. However, Ahri is and always has been. She is a romantic and sentimental creature, and to win her adoration, she needs to be impressed. So she was forced to catch on quick. Now, she is capable of leading them in a romantic waltz under sterling moonlight.

Ahri surrenders herself to her lover's tender hold. One lithe arm snakes around Seren's waist, whilst her free hand forces its way into Seren's adjacent palm. Small, foxish face burrows into the crook of Seren's neck, who smiles—her free arm is now wrapped around Ahri, holding her close as he sways them both back and forth.

"You're such a sweetheart," Seren mutters after a while, almost entirely against her own will. It's just a simple fact, one that must be stated over, and over, and over again. "You know that?"

She feels Ahri smile against the skin of her shoulder. "Mm, I'm not sure that I do." Suddenly, she's pushing off Seren, lifting her gaze to look her in the eye. "Tell me again."

Seren can't help but snicker. All the love in the world wouldn't be able to satisfy her. To most, that is an abhorrent quality, one that is inherently linked to greed and gluttony. That may, in fact, be the case, but Seren doesn't mind.

"You're a sweetheart," she repeats, suddenly peppering her lover's face in tender kisses. "A darling, a dear, the sweetest, sweetest little fox I know..." It's accompanied by a litany of other compliments, that all disappear into the night.

[bobmckenzie]

Let Me Help ⇢ selfshipvember day 3

word count: ~2000 (I swear this was supposed to be like 1k max idk how this happened LOL) blurb: Bob hurts himself getting a snack, and Caitie helps patch him up when she learns about his dizziness around blood. tw: blood/scar/general wound talk, (almost) fainting

Hockey just wasn’t the same without a snack, but the McKenzie house was low on anything good. The crackers Bob’d been eating were stale and boring, and needed something—he hated to leave his spot on the couch next to Caitie, but remembered there was a block of cheese in the fridge that might still be good and headed off to the kitchen to slice some, hoping he wouldn’t miss any goals.

He should’ve waited for a commercial break, since he was still trying to poke his head around the corner and catch a glimpse of the TV as he worked—Bob winced when the blade caught his thumb, a little groan of pain escaping him as the knife in his left hand clattered to the floor, gaze shooting to his other hand as he mentally scolded himself. He was preparing what was probably the world's simplest snack, and yet he’d managed to screw it up.

Beads of blood were already blooming on the wound, and Bob’s breath caught in his throat at the sight. He could handle pain well enough, but blood…

He tore his gaze away, turning to reach for the nearby roll of paper towels, but his vision was getting fuzzy, darkness looming around the edges. The roll slipped out of his grasp, knocking a mug into the sink, dishes clanging.

Doug called out sarcastically from the living room, though he sounded much farther away. “Who knew someone could be so loud getting cheese, eh?” 

In the other room, Caitie smiled but rolled her eyes at Doug’s remark and stood up from the couch to see what Bob was up to, or if maybe he needed some help. Truthfully, she was there more to hang out with him than to watch hockey—and maybe was hoping to stay late enough that he’d nod off and fall asleep on her shoulder like he had just last week.

She was so into the thought that she barely noticed as Doug said something about a commercial break and stood up to rush to the bathroom. But the hopeful little daydream she was having was cut short as soon as she stepped into the kitchen—Bob was leaning against the counter, white as paper as blood trailed down from his thumb to his palm. 

“Oh my god–!” She started heading to grab a chair from the little table by the window so he could sit, but saw him sway and rushed over to put her arms around him instead. She wasn’t strong enough to hold him up when his body was dead weight like this, but her support helped lead him down to the floor a little more gently.

“Bob?” She asked, eyes scanning from his injury to his face, which she quickly took in her hands, trying to get those glazed eyes to look at her. The cut didn’t seem too bad—she could tell the bleeding was slowing to a stop already. Everything else was worrying her far more, her heart pounding at the sight of him, and not for the usual reasons. “Doug!” she called, but got no response.

“‘Mm'okay…” Bob mumbled, closing his eyes and leaning into her touch. He meant it, too—something about his arm slinged over her shoulder, and her hands on his face, was making everything come back into focus. “Jus’... gimmie a minute…”

“Can you look at me?” She was pretty sure that was one of the things you were supposed to ask in a situation like this. In her fainting spells in the past, anyway, once she closed her eyes it was usually lights out. “Maybe you should lie down.”

“No, really, I’m okay.” He blinked his eyes open, looking at her like she asked—hey, if he had to look anywhere, he liked this view most of all. And it wasn’t every day he had an excuse to be this close to her. “It’s just… bleedin’ makes me kinda…” He shrugged, heat crawling up his neck at the admission. “I never been good with it, s’all.”

She gave him a soft smile, glad to see some of his color returning. “I think it’s stopping, if that makes you feel any better. Let me help you get it clean and everything—Do you have a first-aid kit?”

He snorted a little, shrugging, trying to play it off like it was a silly question—the truth was with her looking at him all doe-eyed, holding him that gently, he just couldn’t think straight enough to be sure if there was one in the house or not. “I don’t think so, eh.”

She laughed a little, relieved to see him acting more and more like himself. “I have some band-aids in my bag—lemee grab a couple, and then I’ll clean it.” 

His smile faltered, brow furrowing a little, stomach twisting with guilt—she was being too nice to him, and he was ruining her night because he was a klutz who couldn’t handle the sight of blood. “Caitie, y’know, you don’t gotta do all that. I’ll be fine—”

“I’m getting the band-aids.” She took his face a little more firmly in her hands, looking at him pleadingly. “Don’t try to get up yet, okay? Please?” 

He was too tired to come up with some sort of quip, though he wished he could think of something to stop her from taking her hands off his face, to have her sit there with him just a little longer. “Okay.”

She gave him a gentle little pat on the cheek before picking his arm up off her shoulders and standing up, heading back to the living room. He kept his eyes trained on the table at the other end of the room, not wanting to risk another glance at his thumb. He didn’t want her to have to worry about him again if she came back and found him all woozy, or worse, out cold.

She was back in just a few seconds, two individually wrapped plasters in her hand. Hosehead trailed in behind her, pausing for a second to look at Bob before heading over to his foodbowl, clearly not too concerned.

“How’re you feeling now? Less faint?” Caitie asked as she tucked the bandages into her pocket, standing beside him to use the sink.

He squirmed a little at the questions, her voice so genuine and caring. He couldn’t remember the last time anyone had fussed over him like this. He nodded, looking up to see her washing her hands. “Lots better, eh.”

“I’m not sure how to… Oh! I have an idea.” Reaching for one of the cabinets, she pulled out a bowl. The next thing he knew she was handing the pull-out faucet from the sink down to him. “Hold this for me?”

He took it, understanding dawning on him as she reached for the soap and finally sat next to him again, setting everything on the floor beside them—she didn’t want him standing yet, so she was bringing the sink to him to wash the cut. 

“Can I take your hand?” She met his eyes, continuing as he nodded, “It might sting a little.”

“‘S’okay.” If there was anyone he trusted to be gentle, it was her. For good reason, obviously—she took his hand softly in both of hers, her touch careful and slow. Her thumb brushed over his knuckles, butterflies blooming in his stomach at the sensation. “Guess you must think I’m like, a total wuss now, eh?” he joked to distract himself from how tender she was being with him, how close she was, the softness of her skin and the fact that he could smell the scent of her perfume—she was wearing the one that always reminded him of apples.

She smiled, briefly meeting his eyes over the frames of her glasses before her attention returned to his hand. “I know you better than that.” She rolled up the sleeve of his flannel so it wasn’t in the way. “And lots of people get unsteady around blood.”

“S’usually just when it’s me who’s bleedin’,” he explained, feeling her gently spread soap over the wound. “I do okay when like, the other guys on the team get a nosebleed or somethin’. But when it’s me, and it happens out of the blue like that…” He shrugged, flushing again, wondering why he was even saying any of this when it sounded so lame. “I dunno. It started when I was a kid—Doug and I was fightin’ one day in the living room, and I ended up fallin’ on the coffee table. I had this big gash on my shoulder and had t’go get stitches, but Doug was still mad at me and kept tellin’ me all these lies on the ride to the hospital about how much blood there was, and that he could like, see my bones coming out—‘cause I couldn’t really see back there, y’know?”

“Sounds like Doug.” Her tone was light, though the story made her heart clench a little. She shook her head, understanding perfectly well why that might’ve messed with his head. “He’s lucky I don’t go and barricade him in the bathroom.”

Bob laughed, still not looking at his thumb even as she took the faucet from his other hand to rinse the soap off over the bowl. He kept his gaze on her face, finding distractions in the way she looked so focused, so careful. “He said he was sorry, so.” He shrugged a shoulder. “‘S’not his fault it freaked me out so bad. Or that I was too stupid to know he was lyin’.”

He was so forgiving, she thought, gently drying the wound with a paper towel. And way too hard on himself. “You were a kid.”

“Hmm.” Bob hummed noncommittally. He stayed quiet as she took out the band-aids and finished up, overlapping them in a crisscross that made them feel extra secure on his finger. Finally he looked down, wiggling his thumb a little, all traces of blood gone. “Good as new, eh? Thanks, Caitie.”  The word didn’t seem like enough, but was all he could think to say. If he tried to say something else, something more, he’d probably just make an even bigger hose of himself.

“No problem—it feels okay and everything?” When he nodded, she bumped her knee against his. “You never finished your story—was your shoulder okay?”

His face lit up, eyebrows raising. “See for yourself, eh,” he said, unbuttoning the first few buttons of his flannel so he could push the collar down far enough to show his shoulder. 

It was silly, she knew, but she couldn't stop herself from blushing at the sight of the exposed skin, the hair on his chest and a few little freckles on his upper arm she'd never gotten the chance to notice before. He turned so she could see the three inch scar right above his shoulder blade, raised and pale from time. 

“Looks like it hurt.” Her hand moved, wanting to touch, to run her fingertips over the skin, but she pulled it back before she could fall victim to the whim. “Did the stitches hurt? I’ve never had any.”

“Well…” He smiled as he adjusted his shirt back onto his shoulder, but it was a sheepish, embarrassed smile that almost looked more like a grimace. “I don’t really know. Turns out that sorta thing makes me pass out too. Thought maybe I grew out of that one, but…” He hesitated, but lifted a hand to brush his hair back from his forehead with an embarrassed chuckle, exposing the little scar at his hairline. “Got this one during a game two seasons ago and found out pretty fast that I didn’t. I was all stitched up ‘fore I even came to.”

“Well, you handle band-aids pretty well,” she joked.

He laughed, moving to stand. “C’mon. Let's go before we miss the whole game, eh.”

“Oh—” She stood up, quickly wrapping an arm around him. “Not too fast.”

“Caitie—” He was about to tell her it wasn’t necessary, that he wasn’t feeling lightheaded at all anymore—then wondered why on earth he’d do that when she was up against his side again, holding onto him and letting him rest his head against her shoulder.

“Yeah?”

He smiled up at her. “Thanks.”

[sunflawyer]

Selfshipvember 2: Daydream 💭

this is such a late post since it was supposed to be for the 2nd week (Nov 9th) 😭😭 but I just finished it today... (⁠˘⁠･⁠_⁠･⁠˘⁠)

Prompt by @kits-ships !!! 💚💚 thank you!

@kaibaspuppy @ousama @yumetokashite @qilinkisser @bunbunsheart @earthtoluisa @urmomwheniurmom @all4theluvoflizzy @koda-selfships @meowtroidvanya @fated-selfship @roachcritter @scroldie @tired-lemonade @michaelmeowndo @kittnsnow @funkedge @starshroom-doodles @xxmellochii @mizcollar @raspberrychronicles @consworld96 @chiakiselfships @xxmellochii @tulaytullahs @7suno @milkmallow28 @dsm-19 (feel free to tell me if you dont wanna b tagged!) 🧡

[defiant-art]

Day 2 of @kits-ships selfship-vember

Falling leaves / simple but sweet, I chose simple but sweet

I love seeing giles’ drawings so so so so so much

selfship taglist! <3 @garden-of-seraphim @negativespiritapologist @kaibaspuppy @sunstar-of-the-north @gideongrovel @sweettoothselfships @automatonkisser

Let me know if u want to be added or removed!!

[plutoniumsourcandy]

day 13 plushie day (he’s lying he knows full and well about my godforsaken hyperfixation on jhonen vasquez media he pre-ordered it for me)