#platonic self shipping?

[give-soup-please]

Platonic(?) Obsessed Narrator Headcanons

Hoo boy, this dude is intense.

He will do absolutely anything to keep your attention.

New endings? Done. New content? Yes. That godforsaken bucket? Fine, but he’s going to complain the whole time.

He will find out what you like about him and bump up those traits in his self-presentation.

He’s very desperate to keep you by his side, either through Stanley or somehow wiring you directly into the game.

If your favorite thing about him is his voice, you’d better hope he doesn’t find out. Unless, of course, you want him to. 

When the mood strikes him, he can be an incredible storyteller, and his acting range is unparalleled. 

Happy endings? Bittersweet? Sad? Whatever you want, as long as you stay by his side.

If you’d like, you may even be able to push him into reading someone else’s story, though it is a difficult thing to navigate.

He’s at his happiest when he’s reading what he wrote, wanting to believe it's his words casting a spell over you, and not someone else's.

But if you ask him enough, he’ll indulge and read your favorite book to you, or maybe your favorite poetry. After all, it means you’re spending more time with him. 

I can’t help but think of a slightly edited quote from the zending (red door)

“This is what you want. This is where we can both be happy, we really can. If you keep listening. You just have to keep listening.”

He understands that humans have physical limitations, though he doesn’t have any personal experience with it, and that you can’t play the game 24/7. This doesn’t stop him from getting upset when you have to leave.

“You will come back, won’t you?” 

Occasionally his trauma starts acting up, especially post skip button ending. You’d go to exit the game after spending a few hours with him and all of a sudden…

“Don’t go! Please don’t go!” 

You’re going to have to navigate his boundaries, your boundaries, and the boundaries of the game carefully if you want to maintain any sense of balance. 

You can, if you wish, try and convince him that you are always going to come back.

 Depending on how much trauma he has when these traits start appearing, this could take anywhere from a few days to a few months.

But even if it’s been a while since you booted up the game, he’s always happy to see you again.  

You’re proof that he’s real. That his stories are having an impact. That he’s so compelling you can’t help but want to see him again.  

Unless you two code something collaboratively, communication will be difficult.

A nod and a shake of a head from Stanley are fairly clear to him, but other than that? It may be worth modding the game in order for him to receive input from your mic. 

It’s unlikely to happen given the current limitations of the game, but if you were somehow able to code in/mod the game to get him to hear from your mic AND have a webcam feed he could watch, he’d be absolutely overjoyed. 

He can see you! You have a lovely smile. And it’s all for him.   

[cinderellahoneymoon]

im being so fucking for real and i need you guys to boost and reblog this you nonblack selfshippers have got to stop using "simp." you have to. its african american vernacular english (aave) which in colloquial terms means its not for you to use. in a space already hostile towards shippers of color, youre just making it more inhospitable to black selfshippers by appropriating our language. say youre crushing. say youre obsessed. say youre head over heels, say youre a sucker, say youre infatuated, just stop saying simp. for the love of god

{nonblack shippers [even other shippers of color] i do NOT want to hear your opinion on this post or hear about how you "didnt know" or are "changing it right now." just be an ally and LISTEN instead of needing to add your piece.}

[random-selfship-imagines]

Yes, I'm taken (I'm dating a fictional character inside my head)

[platonic-qpr-selfshipping]

hello selfship community can I offer you this

[stoneshipper]

when I first started self-shipping: maybe this character would like me back. we’re sorta dating. oh, and maybe I’d be friends with this character? they might find me annoying…

me now: this character would always have my back. we’re friends until the end of the line. multiple characters have unrequited crushes on me. my f/o has dedication to me like no one’s seen before. we’re madly in love. we’re best friends. we’re soulmates. it’s even deeper than that.

[bearwuvimagines]

imagine ur f/o laying on u and just having a nice rest,, you can pat their hair ect maybe they’ll fall asleep,,, soft…….

bonus points if ur f/o is taller/bigger than you. that’s called an extra beloved weighted blanket

[aliens-luvr]

Imagine your f/o's scent when you kiss their cheek, how their skin feels against your hands when you touch them or against your body when you hold them. Just the feeling of them so close to you <3

read dni before interacting | no pr0-shippers/variants

[donahdevotees]

If you have a fem f/o, romantic, platonic or familial doesn't matter, please like this post! (Also feel free to rb with your fem f/o ships <3)

[l0v3sickl0s3r]

type in “my f/o is so” and then let ur keyboard finish it. have fun! <3

proship dni >:[

[punkeropercyjackson]

My son he has every gender

[give-soup-please]

Narrator During a Power Outage Headcanons (reverse hurt/comfort)

After escaping the parable, he’s got a lot of leftover trauma

Most of it doesn’t rise all the way to the surface, but he’s very clingy

He does his best to respect your boundaries, and not follow you to places you don’t want him to go

But deep down, he’s terrified

Of losing you, of going back, of being stuck in never ending offices and hallways

So when your local electric company is doing some maintenance, and the power goes out, he really doesn’t handle it well.

To you, it's nothing out of the ordinary. You roll your eyes because this happens every couple of months, and your neighbors usually gather around to complain about it while wondering how long the current outage is going to be.

To him, he’s suddenly plunged into a too familiar blackness, the kind that appears during a reset. He lets out something between a shout and a yelp and begins to hyperventilate. 

You hear his muffled sounds coming from a nearby room, and wonder what’s gotten into him.

You follow the sounds he’s making until you two are sharing a space again.

“Narrator?” You call out, “Narrator, are you alright?”

He sucks in a breath through his teeth and you feel his presence winding around you tightly.

You were mildly confused, reaching out to pet the air without knowing what you were doing.

He seems stressed, so you decide to try and comfort him.

“It’s going to be okay, man. You’re safe.” 

He continues to coil around you, and you can feel his panic on your skin.

“You’re still here!” he cries, relieved. “I thought you were- I thought I had-”

Something starts to click in your head, a slight suspicion. Instead of confronting him directly about it, you edge around the perceived problem.

“Yes, you’re still here, I’m still here. The both of us are still together, sharing the same space and time.” You bit your lip, trying to think of what else to say, trying to think of the best way to keep him grounded.

“Narrator? I’d like you to answer a few questions for me, if you can manage.” you said, still trying to feel the air where he might be. You weren’t sure if he was someone who needed to be touched while frightened, but you reached out anyway, wanting to provide what you could. 

He takes a deep, steadying breath. 

“Okay. What is it?” 

“Where are you right now?”

“I-I’m in your living room.”

“Good. I know it's dark, but you can still see some shadows on the wall, right? Could you tell me what you see?”

“I- The couch, the table, the television, and you.”

You smiled.

“Good.” This next question was not going to be easy for you, emotionally, but you pressed on. 

“Do you remember who I am to you?”

He scoffed. “Of course I do. You’re my dear listener.” 

You grinned, not sure if he could see it in the dark. You loved it when he referred to you like that.

“Yes, I am.” You said, with no small amount of joy. “And I’m very glad we get to live our lives together. Now listen, I’m going to walk outside. Will you come with me?”

“You don’t have to ask.”

Eyes having adjusted to the lack of light, you found the door with relative ease.

Opening the door revealed the beautiful outside world. The sun was setting, and the remaining light shafted through the leaves in wonderful patterns.

Late night bird song trilled in the air, and you took a deep, grateful breath at being able to experience it all

His tension eased, and you were privately thankful. You’d never blame the narrator for being scared or having a bad day, but it was hard to think straight when his panic started to transfer to you, as it often did when his emotions were high. 

He still curled around you protectively, but you didn’t mind that in the least. You felt the ghost of a hand in yours, and relaxed.

“See?” you said. “It’s all still here, waiting for us.” 

After he was fully grounded, which took a while, you explained the concept of power outages, and you could almost sense an eye roll from him.

“How do humans manage a life where so much happens outside of their control?”

“It’s easier to get through when you have someone to share the chaos with.” 

“Yes, well. I am a rather grand being to share it with, aren’t I?”

Heh. he was definitely back to normal now, but you decided to indulge him anyway.

“Yeah. You are. Wouldn’t want to live this life with someone else.”

He let out a pleasant sort of hum, and you failed at hiding a smile.

“Can we stay out here for a bit longer?” He asked.

“Take as much time as you need.”

[sillyselfshipper]

Btw your f/o genuinely loves you and would always pick you. They would never leave you cause they think you're wonderful and amazing. They choose you.

[1111-sunset-circle]

f/o who is inexplicably gentle with you, even if you don't believe that you deserve it. not in a patronizing way, not like they're walking on eggshells around you. in a way that makes you feel like the most precious thing in the world

[cinderellahoneymoon]

i guess we gotta have this talk AGAIN

the selfship community is using and appropriating aave to an astounding amount and as a black selfshipper, it makes the community feel unsafe for us to be around. here is a list of the words/phrases you should not be using and let your mutuals know they should also not be using because they are aave

simp

pookie

rizz

down bad

slay

finna

also yall barely interact w black selfshippers in general, get on that.

[NONBLACK PEOPLE DO NOT SPEAK AT ALL ON THIS POST. YALL ALWAYS GOT SOMETHING TO SAY KEEP IT TO YOURSELF IT ISNT YOUR TURN TO TALK.]

[bearwuvimagines]

Imagine Bonking your f/o with ur head like a cat. Romantic platonic familial any kind of f/o just bonk them . it’s a real love language trust me ok

[iken]

imagine you and your f/o being the duo that people would always see together… like two peas in a pod. if one of you isn’t present, the main topic in question would be “where’s your other half?” it’s cute that you and your f/o are automatically paired together in any circumstance.