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hey idk if this is like a controversial take or if im weird for saying this but

as a nonsharing selfshipper, we shouldn’t say to doubles that they’re not our f/o’s partner. we know how much it hurts to be told that we aren’t our f/o’s partner, either by jealousy though seeing canon x canon ships, or being told it to our face by people who don’t selfship. but this doesn’t mean we should do that to doubles.

i was scrolling and i saw someone say along the lines of, “if you are __ f/o, you’re not.” and this was a character that was seemingly very popular within the fandom. this is hurtful and we all know this, and we shouldn’t explicitly tell them that they are not and you are. this is so mean. i don’t think i should have to say this part but if you were in their shoes how would you feel?

i don’t know it just bugged me ever since i saw that post and I just wanted to say that we should be more kind with our words towards doubles so they don’t feel invalidated either

also im not saying u can’t be nonsharing. im nonsharing with one of my f/os i just want to encourage people to be kinder

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you know how it is

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“I can fix him” I couldn’t fix him and I don’t want to. I think he grew prone to biting and scratching in order to get by in a harsh world, and to me his resilience is part of what makes him so beautifully himself. I could be kind to him, though. I could show him gentleness. I could, slowly but surely, in the same way one earns the trust of a skittish stray cat, convince him that my touch will never come accompanied by pain. That, around me, he can allow himself to be soft. To relax. I could be the one he associates with warmth and safety, the one he longs to be held by after a hard day. I could be his home.

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Who even knows/cares about s6 of TDP?? I don't know who that'd be, but I'll be screaming 5ever, thanks.

[spoilers ahead, duh!]

Anyways, I have...been so unwell since meeting Leola. Like. It's been a minute since the hyperfixation hit, so I never really thought about what it'd be like to consider the current "course correction" I wanted to take w/ my SIs into that light.... But... Seeing her?

Look at her. Happy, flapping hands. (If not shaking!) The undercurrent/undercolor of galaxy in her hair. Learning that she was such a gentle, but excitable girl... Goodness, her also being autistic?

My heart cannot handle it. I may legitimately have to figure out if I want to rework the idea I had for my SI. Not when I made an "ultimate" SI who had similar traits...specifically, the undercurrent of galaxy.

This is absolutely my new daughter. Our daughter.

I already had a selfship w/ Aaravos!!! Seeing her, I just... My heart melted and never recovered.

(I am also ignoring canon so very hard. Perhaps I will touch on it in an angst fic, but.... Fuck off; I am. Going to lose it on her behalf. IGNORING CANON SO VERY LOUDLY!!!)

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thoughts on being engaged to duke!sunday, the head of the oak family, an incredibly influential figurehead within society, the close subordinate of emperor gopher wood who brought him and his sister in and raised him like his own, and the villain who faces a tragic ending in a novel you recently finished — the very same one you just so happen to find yourself transmigrated into. he is as cunning as he is blinded, a trait which brought ruin to many in the empire, and one which ultimately brought ruin to himself at the hands of the protagonists.

as luck would have it, you became a barely mentioned side character from a marquis family, whose role was to be the villain's wife stuck in a one-sided love who, too, would get caught up in the tragedy alongside him. however, now that it's you who is stuck in this position, you're determined to try any means necessary to deter him from going down that path, all in an effort to escape your predestined doomed fate!

of course, you didn't expect it to be easy. the day of your arrival in this world was already the night before your wedding, so you had little time to prepare yourself for the nonchalance of your supposed family, how they viewed you as but a means — a tool — to boost their influence and prosperity, the dismissive mannerisms of the household servants, and the absolute beauty of a man you will be married to.

(seriously. the novel descriptions did not do him justice. he was like... like... like he was handcrafted by god himself! and not to mention his sister, robin, was the very epitome of an angel! perhaps you're destined to perish by the god-tier visuals instead...)

to say the least, the wedding ceremony went by quickly. safe to say you didn't spend the night; he was cordial and gentlemanly upon letting you know that he won't do anything until you're ready, that you can take this relationship slow, but somehow you ended up feeling a tad insulted. like, who leaves their newly wedded alone in a big cold bed as they walk out on their own? a sick bastard that's who!

well, whatever. it's not like you need nor want to consummate with him! besides, you have bigger things to worry about — things such as your impending death. and, of course, the only way to stop sunday that you can imagine working is by chipping away at his resolve bit by bit, and opening his eyes to reality.

he is a tragic character, one who cares more about the well-being of penacony and its people than anyone else, but was manipulated into getting his hands dirty in the emperor's stead. you knew this. you sobbed over his story, cursed out the protagonists, and even fought internet randos on novel forums about sunday's motivation and how,

no, he is not just a stupid villain. he is a complex character with flaws and humanity and was cruelly taken advantage of by someone he considered family. he was deceived through the suffering the emperor wanted him to see to make him easily manipulated, creating a rift between him and robin to have that prominent separation. you know what? maybe you're just a !%#@ who can't even #@?"% read properly!

and yet you still find yourself at a loss when faced with the walls he has in place. your initial efforts went as well as it possibly could have; you trying to earnestly help him, while he "kindly" dismisses your offers! well, "kindly" being more condescending since you could read between the lines of his mannerisms and amiable demeanour, but that's fine! you expected this! that just means you have to double down on your sincerity, get through to his heart (somehow), and help him realise humanity isn't as weak as he's led to believe!

you have three years until the novel's plot officially starts, and another year after that until your demise. that's plenty of time to get him to warm up to you!

it was easier said than done, but after your valiant effort and abundance of time put into this relationship, which admittedly you could do with some of that lost time back, you could give yourself a pat on the back with the progress you made! while you definitely could have done without a lot of the headaches, it's safe to say sunday has significantly warmed up to you in comparison to your wedding day. he now willingly eats all his meals with you with some real conversation, takes garden strolls with you in the early evenings, invites you out for dinner at a restaurant at least four times a week, hell he's even joked and laughed with you more frequently! but most importantly, he has begun asking for your opinion before finalising any decisions he is required to make. and he actually listens and considers your side! now, that certainly is the best outcome you could hope for after all this time, and it most definitely will help in your endeavour to save you both from the protagonists!

however, you've noticed he's been more... affectionate? well, at the very least he now willingly holds your hand when in private (not just in moments when you're in the public eye and he has to make sure the family's reputation is spotless), sometimes he will hug you out of the blue ("i just need to... recharge. you have a way of calming me down. i hope you don't mind." ...how could you say no to his supreme god-tier face card? that's just a losing battle you won't even bother fighting against.), oftentimes he opts to just gaze wordlessly at you (robin had mentioned over one of your tea times how it almost appears as though there is no one but you in the world when sunday gazes at you with, in her words, "the eyes of a man so deeply in love!" ...whatever that's supposed to mean...), but a more recent development has been his sudden interest in kissing you; well, more specifically giving you a kiss to the back of your hand or on your forehead — certainly not anywhere near the lips! (besides, he's probably just gotten comfortable with you, enough where he can freely act without judgement. nothing more, nothing less.)

well, either way, development is development! soon enough, the time for the main plot to start has arrived. it of course follows what you remember, from the organised balls to the protagonists meeting to the political aspects of it all. the only difference is sunday's less active involvement in all the schemes and the emperor's ploy. rather, he seems more focused on you and the future of your marriage and even displayed a sudden interest in your practically non-existent relationship with one of the foreign diplomats, aventurine— wait...

"[name]," he calls your name out so sweetly you nearly disregarded it as someone else he was talking to. well, perhaps you would have done had he not suddenly appeared before you, a tight-lipped smile tugging the corners of his lips as he steadily approaches you.

oh. he doesn't seem very happy, if his tense figure is anything to go by. you wonder if one of the nobles grated his nerves a little too much this time?

sunday comes to a halt a step away from you. "i don't like that... gambler being so close to you. it... it brings me a rather unpleasant feeling." there's a slight, trembling pause. not a moment later does he close the gap between you, one knee on the ground as he matches your seated height on the fountain rim, your hands gently enclosed in both of his.

you idly wonder if this is what robin meant by the so-called "eyes of a man so deeply in love" she constantly gushed about, for the way in which he gazes up at you is enough to render you breathless.

"tell me, [name]," he begins once more. there is an underlying desperation woven within his tone, one which has your head spinning and heart thumping wildly as his trembling gaze holds you in place. "tell me, what am i to do with this fervent love and overwhelming adoration i hold for you?"

oh.

...oh.

perhaps your impending doom should be the least of your concerns when you now find yourself in the arms of a clingy husband...

(though, it's safe to say you did, in fact, manage to prevent him from succumbing to his tragic fate! you just gained a loving, yet slight slightly emotionally challenged husband along the way.

well, you can help him work through it; you have the rest of your lives now to figure it out, after all.)

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Hi-res images + PSD/AI file

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Late night moment I'm having again. May as well post this b4 bed-

Self-ship is very strange coming from someone who does this for personal comfort- as pretty much everyone does- but not in the same way as the majority tend to.

I think I'm coming to the bigger realization that this shipping is much more precious to some people than how I interact with it. We do all the same things, mind you: we collect/make merch, we love the character, have folders dedicated to the character, draw them a lot...or all the time, make ships, create self-inserts, find new merch..... They're just very baked into our lives. Right down to living in our heads rent free.

(And then I- personally- learned about plurality, and that fundamentally changed some things. Some of my F/Os are legitimately in my head, and they help ensure I can function.)

Anyways. But then we get to the finer details of shipping, and "my type" falls to the wayside.

Where people seek to write what they wish their reality to be, I don't...always do that. I seek the story. The honesty. While I will bend my F/Os from their canon personalities- a sort of "asking forgiveness" to do so- in order to make some of these stories happen, they are largely (more often than not) still accurate to source. Which means we might fight. It might mean someone does something hurtful, and has to make up for the damage left behind. I may even still keep a villain well and truly villainous, and let my SI react how they will. (Do they turn the other cheek; stay blind to the truth of the matter? Are they unhelpful with these events, but know of them, and still kiss their lover on the cheek? Maybe... Just maybe-? They even help.)

That tends to read as enabling behavior. Something "bad" to do. Why would anyone write about these things?

...Well, because it's not always about who I am, at any given time. I do not have to be a "simple" person, who lives a boring, struggling life. I can write about "mes" who do incredible things. Dangerous things. And may continue to do so.

It's not because I would personally want to see these things happen. It may be layered in catharsis for painful events, but most of all... It's a story.

I write it to be thrilling. To be shocking. To fill the world with love and tenderness, but also show how those roses have thorns, and you can't catch a blade bare handed without risking cuts. Without risking some near-permanent damage to yourself.

Sometimes, yes, I will write a story that reflects my world. My status. I want to talk marriage with someone who hasn't considered it before. Being comforted by someone who means a lot to me, and who's words would soothe my soul, even if just for a little while. A life full of struggles, but that can end up in domestic bliss, despite everything thrown at them.

But I do also want to write stories where someone's left alone that night, and cries in grief. I want- and will- write about a man who was hardly prepared for kids, but especially not the one he ended up with. (Reference to lore I already have going...!) Stories where no one is really happy at the end, but maybe they're resigned to see it all through; until things DO get better. And sometimes... A couple is a duo who dances while the world burns around and behind them. Fully in love while their rampage eats up the world around them...

All very valid things to explore. I just realize sometimes I'm the person who wants to write my own novels, rather than write what I wish my life was like, right this moment.

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if you happen to have a plushie of your f/o (specifically one smaller than you which, i imagine most who have a plushie of them would...)

go cuddle them. hold them and imagine that no, it's not that they're small, it's just that you're a big giant beast. It's just the normal size difference between you both.

You are a giant creature who makes them feel very safe and protected.

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I tried and while it’s not completely perfect, it’s definitely made me want to try and use coloured lineart for my ship art.

[REBLOGS AND REPLIES OK!]

This is a redraw of my original sketch which was done, if memory serves me correctly- November 2021. Here’s the original below for nostalgic purposes.

Tagging: @love-birds-stuff , @buttercup-art , @crushes-georg , @voided-selfships , @changeling-selfship , @c0smicsalt (because it won’t let me tag your self ship), @splatcat64 and YOU. 🤙🏻❤️

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

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so many male characters are held back by the fact that they're not wearing earrings when they so clearly should be wearing earrings

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Going through likes and setting up a new queue + posting faves CANCELLED!! I forgot to update my links?? Still??? Augh-

Granted... I have a lot of stuff to update that I've just been kinda...putting off. OTL

Guess it's time to actually do that.

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“friend,” sun’s voice echoes across the daycare, cool and swift like the blade of a dagger cutting through the wind. 

you look over to him with an eyebrow raised, a bundle of crayons gripped in your hand from where you’d been tidying up the arts tables. sun’s staring right at you, hands clutched together in front of his thin waist. the nearly iridescent glow of his eyes holds your own in an unreadable gaze. 

“…yeah?” you ask after a short moment, curious at this sudden… stillness. maybe even wary.

he tilts his head at you, a sharp click sounding through the air. then, after a beat, his optics narrow and he lifts a hand to quirk two fingers at you. “come here.” 

you’ve never heard him sound this way—stern, almost. calculatingly calm. in fact, it jars you so much that you find yourself immediately obeying. the crayons get dropped into their designated bucket. and then you’re slowly making your way closer to him. pit pat pit pat, goes your steps. closer and ever closer until you’re standing right before him—tilting your head back to properly look up at a face of stagnant metal and silicon. 

you're not sure what's going through that artificial brain of his. you can only stare at him, his head directly in line with one of the lights above in a way that makes the edges of his rays glow. a halo, almost. but not quite—not quite fitting, actually.

he seems to appraise you, in a sense. those two fingers he had used to beckon you closer lift up to gently touch your chin. silent. contemplative. you wait expectantly, watching him look at you. observe you. it makes something crawl under your skin.

after a terse moment, he speaks again, withdrawing his hand. his head tilts slightly in a small gesture towards the back of the daycare. "go grab the cleaning supplies from the closet."

your face must be confused, you think, feeling it twist slightly. but you nod and step away from him so you can trot over to grab the little cart he keeps in the daycare closet.

it's quiet.

it's quiet, you realize, as you roll the cart's squeaky wheels across the tiling and mats of the floor. it's quiet when it should not be quiet. you hear yourself swallow. what is going on right now?

you bring the cart to sun, who's still standing in the same position you had left him in. still and silent as a statue. as a robot. the only thing that had moved, really, was his head—spinning and rotating to track you as you grabbed the cart. still indecipherable.

you want to ask him why he's behaving this way—so odd, so unlike him—but you don't get the chance.

sun speaks up just as you come to a stop in front of him. "go clean the toys."

you give him a look. but when he offers you no reaction other than another tilt of his head, you decide to grab the wipes and do as you're told. and once you finish that, sun tells you to toss all the balls back in the ball pit. then finish cleaning the arts tables.

all the while he stays in that same position. watching you with those pinprick white eyes and odd stillness that you are not used to coming from him. you want to question him—but then you see his carefully crafted, blank face and just decide that maybe he is having an off day. maybe you're being tested right now. maybe the higher ups at fazco were deciding whether or not to fire you so they ordered sun to do an impromptu evaluation.

either way, you keep your mouth shut, only tossing sun minor confused glances in between sanitizing toys and restocking boxes. and it's not until the daycare is clean and you're once again standing before him—appraising him appraising you—that you decide to speak up. there are goosebumps all over your body.

"what was that all about?" you ask with a small frown, arms crossed over your chest.

sun takes a moment to reply—still staring down at you. still utterly motionless. you wait patiently, trying not to let his version of sun get to you.

and then it's like life gets breathed back into him. abrupt and sudden. he starts swaying side to side in his usual manner, his arms clasping behind his back as his eyes upturn into crescents. you are more than just a little bit stupefied, especially when the daycare's background music starts playing from the speakers again. as though it had never been silent in the first place.

"hm?" he asks cheerfully, cocking his head to the side again. "what was what all about?"

your jaw nearly drops open. "you know exactly what i'm talking about!" you reply indignantly, your arms moving to wave about the daycare widely. "what was all of that just now??"

sun hums again, unperturbed. "oh! that?" he brings a hand up to tap at the bottom of his faceplate. tink tink tink. "well i suppose you could call that an experiment of sorts!"

"an... experiment," you repeat slowly. what the hell? "what are you talking about?"

"i am not quite sure you want the answer to that, friend," is sun's cryptic answer. you're starting to get a bit frustrated here.

"i think i can handle it," you state dryly, resisting the urge to roll your eyes.

sun's smile stretches wider. "well! if you must know, it was something i have wanted to test for a while!" his rays twitch slightly. "a silly thing, really. one i could not have done without you, so thank you, really."

you squint at him—his smiling face, his crescent eyes. "and this thing was...?"

sun's eyes squint so much they're nearly closed. he leans down closer to you, your face cast in his shadow. you can feel your heart drop to the soles of your feet. the shiver that rattles down your spine. and you come to the conclusion that you do not like this version of sun.

"obedience," he eventually whispers like it's a raw secret meant for you alone.

and in the face of sun and his ever static smile, you swear his teeth look more like knives.

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★ 【ふわチーズ】 「 灰ト祈リ 」 ☆ ✔ republished w/permission ⊳ ⊳ follow me! insta • x • bsky

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I love soulmates but also this-

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at any given moment