#other's self ships

[louiesselfshipramblings]

A Washy Exchange [Trade Commission]

Many a mutual has gotten into Date Everything as of late. I should know; I am one of said mutuals. So definitely be expecting some content based around the game here soon. And it thus begins with something I am very proud to show off: my half of the trade I did with @candyheartedchy, of her selfship with Dishy! Been loving the art she's been doin with him, and it was a delight to write for her ship. Hope y'all enjoy this one!

And if ya don't know Chy, check her out! She does great selfship stuff. And you can peep her half of the trade here! She did my dollies :]

Commissions & mutual trades are still open for those interested!

Word count: 1504

Taglist: @moxanji-real, @moondane-lovers, @dailybuglebunny

“Hey.”

Chy paused, and turned her attention to Dishy. Currently, he looked as if he was trying to lean against the kitchen counter, very suave like, with a matching flirtatious expression. Granted, given his unique body shape, relative height to the counter, and the limited range of expression he could make with his face, it looked more as if he was propped up against the counter while trying to hold a massive load of dishes. At the very least, his tone was really clear, which is what particularly drew her attention away from chopping up some loose vegetables.

“Hey…Dishy,” she responded, a little surprised and not entirely sure how to respond. “What’s up?”

“Oh, not much,” he replied quickly in turn, his tone now suddenly a chill, faux-uninterested register. “Just wondering what a piece of fine china like yourself is doing in a swanky little place like this.”

It was now that Chy chuckled, getting a bit of an idea where he was taking things. “I’m just making a bit of an early dinner. Do you…want me to make you some?” 

He held up a free hand and waved off. “No, no. I get fed well enough from what I clean off your dishes,” he noted with a chuckle. “But I can tell you’re making something nice and tasty for yourself, hm? I’m sure you’re using very high quality ingredients for it. You deserve it, after all.”

Blushing a tad, Chy scratched at the back of her head. “I mean, just stuff I ordered for PorchPounce to deliver. Not like…the primo stuff…”

“Ah, but it still must have cost a pretty penny, didn’t it?” He inquired, starting to really lean in now,  his eyebrows becoming very bouncy. “Perhaps a penny that was too pretty? After all, I don’t want you to waste your money when you have such a luxurious dishwasher at your disposal.” He gestured at himself for emphasis.

She raised an eyebrow at him, but still had a smile on her face. “If this is for my financial records again, then I—”

“Hush, my dear,” Dishy quickly interrupted, putting a finger delicately to Chy’s lips, catching her off guard. “No, I have moved past such basic claims for records of your finance. You have said no before, and for that, I must respect the decision…”

Chy blinked, but for a moment, was genuinely impressed, and even a bit surprised. To be honest, she was not completely bothered by Dishy’s insistent inquiry into her personal information, but it was a lot at times. Was he finally getting over this? Perhaps even turning over a new leaf?

“...instead,” he continued, in a soft, swoony tone, “I am simply requesting…the numbers…of your credit card…”

Chy immediately snorted, but held back a laugh. “Oh my god,” she huffed, eyes clapping shut as she leaned back a bit.

“Not even the card itself!” Dishy went on, in the same tone despite the clear laughter she was suppressing. “Your sixteen beautiful digits on the front, the date for expiration, and the three funny numbers on the back. Is that…too much to ask?” He puckered up his lips.

“Yeah,” she nodded quickly, letting out a few giggles. “You’re not getting that.”

He closed his eyes, clenching a fist in front of himself while still smiling. “Worth a shot, wasn’t it?”

“If the goal was to look cute, then yes,” she remarked, playfully tapping where his non-existent nose would be before resuming her meal prep. “For anything else…I doubt it.”

“Oh, come on!” He beamed, standing up straight now and clasping his hands in front of him. “Can’t I just know a few of the numbers? The first eight! The first four! There’s totally no way I could brute force figuring out all your information just from the three goofy numbers on the back, honest!”

Chy simply shook her head, as she slid up her chopped vegetables into a bowl and started moving them over to the stove top. “Dishy, I’m just gonna say the same thing as when you asked for my financial records: I am not giving up my credit card information to you.” Her voice was soft, yet firm, and she looked at him with a smile. “That’s that.”

He frowned for a moment, before quickly smiling again. “How about your—?”

She simply gave him a look, again with a raised eyebrow.

He gulped, suddenly intimidated. “...social…security…?”

“Dishy.”

His face drooped, and he shuffled back a bit, pressing the tips of his fingers together in slight embarrassment.

She chuckled, turning her attention back to cooking…before an idea entered her mind. “Actually,” she spoke up, turning to him with a light smirk. “I think I could part with some of this information…”

Dishy immediately perked up. “Really?” He squeaked out, voice suddenly very high pitched.

“Yep. I’d just need…a few things,” she noted, holding back a chuckle. “About three, I’d say.”

The dishwasher seemed to pause, almost hesitant. “Erm…okay?” He shrugged, chuckling a bit. “I…don’t have many possessions, but I guess I could, like—”

To his surprise, she held up a finger to him, quickly silenting him. “No, no. Nothing physical. Just…stuff about you. Just three little things. That sound too bad?”

A soft beep came from within Dishy, as if he was changing wash cycles. While his face didn’t quite show it, Chy could tell he was tensing up incredibly so. He opened his mouth, but didn’t speak right away. “I…could…try…” His speech was very stilted, as if he had to force out each word.

“Great!” She beamed, and then started thinking, tapping her chin while doing so. “Let’s see…how about…oh! What is…your favorite dish to wash?”

Dishy pursed his lips together. His one hand gripped the counter, as if he would tumble if he let go. “Mmmmmmm…b-b-b-bo-bo-boooooowlllssssssss…”

“Really? Why’s that?”

“...easily wash-out-able…”

“Interesting,” she nodded, chuckling a little to herself. “Okay, question two…what is your favorite flavor of dish soap?”

His grip on the counter tightened even more, and his eyes appeared to nearly bulge out from his body. “F-F-Flavor???”

“You asked for mine. What’s yours?”

“S-S-S-S-Se—,” he coughed, as if in an attempt to clear his throat. “Sea breeze,” he squeaked out, voice once again high pitched. 

“And your reason why?”

“I-I didn’t think you’d ask ‘why’.”

“I am now. So spill, honey.”

“It’sfreshandclean,” he spat out quickly. “Final question pleaaaaaase???” He seemed to be one part tense, and one part trying to hype himself up.

“Alright, alright,” she nodded, and seemed to really think this one over. “How about…oh! This is a good one…”

“Yes???”

“Saved the best for last…”

“YES???”

“What is…everything you like about me?” She beamed at him, a small yet cute smile on her face.

There was a moment his whole face froze in that tense, strained position, before suddenly shifting to one that was a lot more relaxed, paired with a small ding. He blinked. “Th-That’s it?” He asked.

“Yep.”

He blinked again, and then his trademark wide smile spread across his face. “OOOOOOOH!” He laughed. “That’s eeeeeeasssssyyyy!!! Well, for starters,” he began, doling out his fingers as he started to list, “there’s your eyes, very pretty even with the glasses on. Your hair, always super cute, especially when you wear it in a ponytail! Your hands, always so soft! Great to hold whenever we’re together! You always give great hugs and kisses too!” He laughed again, clapping his hands. “Gee, there’s so much about you I could go on about! Don’t think I’d be able to list them all!”

She raised a coy eyebrow. “Is that so?”

He nodded. “More than happy to go on, but I don’t think I could…list…everything…” As he spoke, his cheerful expression slowly turned to one of deep contemplation. “Wait a second…”

“Hey, you’re the one who admitted it,” she teased lightly, holding up her hands in defense. “I said you had to list everything, and since you can’t do that…well. No financial records. No social security. And no funny numbers on the back.”

Dishy blinked, frozen in place.

“But hey! At least I learned a bit more about you?” She smiled.

The dishwasher blinked again, and slowly fell back on his butt with a solid thud. “I’ve been…had. By my own partner.” He crossed his arms. “The world. It is cruel. And unforgiving.” 

Chy gave out a small laugh, slowly approaching her partner before draping herself on top of him. “Ah, come on. At the very least, it was cute to see you share things about yourself. Was it really that painful?”

“Immensely,” he noted.

“Poor baby,” she kissed the top of him. “For what it’s worth…I’m glad you felt at least somewhat comfortable to share more things about you. I’d love to find out more…whenever you’re comfortable, of course.”

Dishy huffed. “Hm…maybe…someday…”

She nodded. “For now, though…”

“Now?”

“You can go on about the rest of the stuff you like about me. That’d be nice.”

He was silent for a moment. “...well. One thing, it’s always nice to hear you talk…”

[berryshipbasket]

A Bug's love

ART FOR @candyheartedchy OF HER ADORABLE SHIP WITH FL.IK!!!

I love drawing silly bugs kissing it's my favourite past time fr fr

Proship / Exclusionists DNI

[kakusu-shipping]

omg 🍓 Ramb and Sheepy getting a sweet treat on a cyber city date PLEEEEASE

I love that we all just wanna take Ramb back to Cyber City. Prime date location <3

Hey Ramb, what are you drinking?

[braziliankiyotaka]

Zokupunk but scene 14

A birthday gift for the best qpr ever!! @morangoowada

[morangoowada]

Art I did for an art trade with @braziliankiyotaka !!

[theselfshipcafe]

My part of an art trade with @grubgrotto-selfships!! <3 One little bot in love with a bigger bot 💜

[journey-of-daydreams]

These two totally get along!

(especially core with rewrite-)

HFGH AW SILLY.. rewrite totally didn't do something with the cat. uh huh. totally

[cryptidhusband]

I saw @rivastraut 's post (this) and just had to do something! This actually got me to draw outside of my comfort zone so this was super fun to work on! I hope you enjoy it and you have an amazing b-day when the date rolls around! 🫡

[harukasangel]

how do i cope with the fact my f/o canonically has no eyebrows and eyelashes /silly

yes I'm talking about Katze

Hc doing their makeup and drawing eyebrows using an eyebrow pen + put on fake lashes <333

[staticshipstation]

Drew this for my online sibster @berryshipbasket !

Just wanted to do something really cute while relaxing to a snapcube stream

[louiesselfshipramblings]

Missing You (Request)

A small lil request piece for @greythewulf of his selfship with Roxy! Always a nice time to get to write about selfships including my own f/os!

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Word count: 501

“Roooooooxxxxxyyyyy!!!”

“Hm?” The wolf glanced back from her mirror, just in time to see none other than Grey at her doorway, though looking a fair bit worse for wear. “Oh, hey, love! How was—woah!”

Before she could even finish, the moment she turned around, he was already on her. In the blink of an eye, the other animatronic has thrown himself over her shoulders, hanging off her like his life depended on it. “Roooooxxxxyyy…”

“Easy there,” she laughed, grabbing him by the waist to a more proper hug. “Long day, big guy?”

“Mhmmmm…” he moaned. “Especially without you…”

“Awww,” Roxy chuckled, before helping Grey along to take a seat down at her couch. While she sat upright, Gray slumped along the length of the couch, still letting himself lay up against her. “Someone’s a little needy, aren’t we?”

“It was a whole two hour party,” he murmured, a bit of a whine to his voice. “The kids were well behaved, everything was in order…but it felt like it went on forever!”

“Poor puppy,” she giggled, scratching under his chin. “Bad time for me to get a system update, huh?”

“It’s okay…” he mumbled, his mood already improving thanks to the affection. “Maybe we could try and sync up our updates? So we don’t miss out when either of us need to take a day for it?”

“I can try, but you know I’m a lil trigger happy the moment an update comes online. How can I possibly expect to be my absolute best if I’m not running on the most recent patch, hm?”

Grey nodded in agreement. “But if we take the time to sync up, we could work to be the best together.”

Roxy blushed for a moment, seemingly a little surprised, before laughing with joy. “Well, if you put it like that…I think that can be arranged, love.”

“Yippie…!” He cheered, leaning up to lick at her face.

“Heh. You really are pooped, aren’t you?” She commented. “You’re usually a lot more on top of the kisses when we get back together.”

He gave a slow, heavy nod in agreement. “I think…my battery is a bit low on power…didn’t get as good a charge the other night…”

“Awww. You really are just a poor puppy today, hm?” She pouted, holding his head in her hands.

“Poor, wet, puppy…left out in the rain…” he added with a soft chuckle.

She laughed along, and kissed his nose. “Just hold on a second,” she told him, getting up and grabbing her charger from the other end of the room. Returning, she plugged it in behind the couch, hooked Grey up to it, and then sat back down in her seat. “C’mon,” she invited, patting her lap. “You’ve earned some rest today.”

Grey simply nodded, and flopped his head down onto Roxy’s lap, almost instantly falling into sleep mode as he did. Roxy simply giggled some more, and gently began to pet at his head. “My silly puppy…” she cooed softly to herself.

[berryshipbasket]

DREW THIS FOR MY BESTIE @staticshipstation AS A GET WELL GIFT!! DINGO LOVES YOU, YOU FRUIT!!!!!

Proship DNI this post is not for you

[kakusu-shipping]

#You can ALWAYS jump into my ask box and ask to smooch a guy I draw <3

Don't say that cause I'm gonna jump in your ask box and smooch ramb and smooch him and smooch him and smooch him and smooch h

Emmy you SCOUNDREL! You sent this ask knowing full well I could never resist the urge to draw Ramb getting smooched! You fiend!! Swiping kissie art from my hard working hands!!

I'll never financially recover from this.

[silver-heller]

Thank you for the ideas! I've imagined up a clumsy waitress that works at the café Mordecai frequents (since he can't very well go to The Little Daisy). She is always in high spirits, though secretly very self conscious about how clumsy she is, and probably only got the job due to either her aunt or grandma or someone owning it.

I think the first time they met might have been after the events of the pilot. Maybe the café or diner just stays open particularly late and so, the first she sees of Mordecai, he is a wreck. Hehe.

Serafine and Nico would probably be in tow, so poor Samantha! (Idk if I am going to go with that name but, it seems apt.) Sammy is a cute nickname too. 😊 Also tempted to go with Dorothy because Mordecai said that name in a recent stream.

Yeah, I'll go with that, "Oh hello Dorothy" seems very in character for them.

Here you go! 😉

[kimiko24]

Me when I see a picture of ✨The Character™✨:

[theselfshipcafe]

Courtesy of being in a vc with @staticshipstation @berryshipbasket and @gulbinggrape