All self ships are great. β¨
All self shippers are great. β¨
It’s great to be a self shipper.
Your f/os love you no matter what. β€οΈππ
It’s great to be a self shipper.
Your f/os love you no matter what. β€οΈππ
π I love you fans in weird fandoms.
π I love you shippers with weird ships.
π I love you self shippers with weird f/os.
π I love you writers of weird fics.
π I love you artists of weird art.
π I love you fans who post weird rambles.
π I love you fans who post weird gushes.
π I love you weird fans.
Imagine your rival or villain F/O pinning you down on the floor.
Your belly is pressed up against the hard ground, and you can feel the weight of their body on top of your back.
You feel their hot breath in your ear, and feel them press a weapon into your ribs.
They tell you to hold still…





Imagine being held by your F/O.
No really, imagine it. After you read this, close your eyes and hold it in your mind.
Consider the feel of their body against yours.
Think about how they hold you, where they put their arms.
Is their body warm against yours? Can you feel their breath?
How does their clothing feel as it brushes over your skin?
Are there any places where their bare skin touches yours?
Do you get a sense of their personal scent as they hold you?
Do they hold you loosely, and brush their hands over you?
Do they squeeze you tightly to them?
Imagine being held by your F/O.
Imagine taking a nap with your F/O.
The two of you are curled up together, limbs entangled, relaxed and comfortable against each other.
You’re lulled softly to sleep by the gentle presence of each other’s bodies.
Congrats to you and yours, anon! ππ₯°π
One of my most defining self shipping moments happened when I was in senior year of high school in 2004.
I had picture of Alfred Molina as Doc Ock from the then-upcoming Spider-Man 2 movie pasted on the front of my school planner. (Students at my school often displayed their celebrity crushes this way.)
A girl in my class looked at the picture and asked me why he was ‘so old and ugly’.
Anyway, Otto and my 20 year anniversary is coming up next year.
*picks up a cool looking rock and hands it to my f/o* i love you π
Imagine your villainous F/O bringing you your worst enemy as a captive for your birthday.
They swell with pride as they how you your ‘present’. They have your enemy bound, and on their knees, a bag over their head.
Your F/O pull the bag off and grabs your enemy by the hair, showing them off. Maybe they tell your enemy to smile and say hello, despite them being gagged.
Your F/O tells you that your enemy is yours to do with as you please, absolutely at your mercy. Have them whipped, beaten, killed. Do it by your own hands, or your F/O will be pleased to oblige you witg tgeir expertise.
Of course, you can have them released too, if you want.
It’s your birthday, after all.