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Okay so a little bit of OC Lore re: that last post about which F/O you've had the longest:
Out of the group of OC's that ended up becoming my F/O's, Sam was the first one I designed and the archetype upon which most of the others were based; this is also true in-universe. I owe the better part of the last ten years of character design to that snake-haired jellyfish girl... Maybe one day I'll draw an illustration of her I'm actually satisfied with...
Sally's technically been around since a couple years before that, but at that point she was a semi-sentient sword/car/powered-exoskeleton, and neither I nor my S/I in turn realized she was a fully sapient character until much later after most of the others were designed; this is largely why she ended up being a tsundere, because I didn't notice her (and her feelings for me) despite her being right there. (It's gonna take a lot of night drives alone with her to make up for that...)
Sophie on the other hand is based on the first OC I turned to for comfort when an irl "relationship" with someone I had unrequited feelings for ended badly, long before I had any idea selfshipping as I now understand it even existed. The tricky part was, the Sophie I fell in love with was an AU version of an OC who already has a love interest in-universe, and even though I still have AU's like that now, and her love interest then was technically also an S/I albeit a more idealized one, it felt weird enough to me that it was a barrier to me formally starting selfshipping for a long time, and even after I started it took a while for me to figure out how to integrate her in a way that didn't interfere with the original version of her, because her love story is important to me too. But I pulled it off, and I'm very happy I did, because it always felt like she was missing.
Like I said, all of this happened like ten years ago, so on some level I've been selfshipping for about ten years now, but it's only been formal since I made this blog a couple years ago.
To be fair, 10.0.4 has been around much longer than that, but the redesigned version of her who became an F/O and my current S/I's love interest didn't exist until I was introduced to the Mid-Autumn Festival and the myth of Chang'e, so she's not really my oldest OC F/O (Sam/Sal) or the oldest character I've technically selfshipped with (Sophie) by either of those standards (the original version of the OC Sophie is based on is one of the first characters I ever designed.)
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Reblog and put in the tags which f/o you've had for the longest time.
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OK BUT imagine your f/o is in the midst of a battle, absolutely tearing it up, and then their phone rings with the special ringtone they have just for you.
They GRIP their enemy with a sudden new strength and hold them down while they fumble to answer it.
“[name]! No, no, you’re not interrupting anything. What’s up?”
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You’re lying curled up on the couch, head tucked in by their legs where they sit reading a book. Their hand comes to rest on your back, fingers slowly tracing patterns, back and forth. Your whole body relaxes as your mind calms, and the world narrows down to two things: their presence just above your head, and the distant soft static of sleep.
It’s safe here, with them. Safe in a way you never imagined you’d feel. Safe in a way you never found in the lonely uncertainty of falling asleep in an empty apartment. Beyond their steady hand on your back, beyond the sleepy heaviness deep behind your eyes, a thought floats into your head: do they even know? Do they know what even a simple moment like this can mean to you?
“I love you,” you mumble, just audible in the quiet afternoon.
“Love you too,” they respond, tapping a finger on the tip of your nose. “Now go to sleep, I can tell you need it.”
That’s not what I meant, your half-asleep mind protests. “No, I love you, like really love you,” you murmur again. “I’m yours — my heart is.”
They smile, finding your tired insistence adorable. “I know, love,” they reply. “And it’s perfectly safe with me, because I’m keeping it.” There’s a pause as they sigh, relaxing. “Now, sleep,” they insist softly.
Satisfied, you drift off into dreams. “You mean a lot to me too,” is the last, whispered thing you hear.
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Also I'd like to apologize (again) for posting less often lately, even though I'm at the mercy of things like time, energy, inspiration, life in general etc.
That bug that messed up editing drafts on mobile awhile back pretty much ground my workflow to a halt,
and it's taken me longer than usual to climb back out of the well.
I can't promise when I'll get fully into the swing of things again, but I can promise that I'll be here in some capacity until the day this platform shuts down.
I've said it before, but I'm not going anywhere.
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Imagine your F/O
doting on you even in your sleep...
Seems you've gone and passed out on the F/O Couch again...
True to its name,
it smells like F/O...
Mmm...
It feels warm like your F/O too...
...wait that's not right...
You open your eyes,
and meet the half-lidded eyes of your F/O,
openly staring at you,
completely lovestruck,
with a streak of blush painted across their face...
You blush in turn as they notice you come to,
and smile down at you so soft your heart nearly skips a beat...
"Hey you~"
they whisper,
sending a shiver down your spine,
"Sorry to wake you Darling~
I just didn't want you to mess up your shoulder falling asleep like that,
so I decided to be your pillow~"
So that warm feeling earlier...
"I'd ask if you're comfy in my lap,
But the little noises you just made already told me everything I need to know~"
You don't even want to think about how red you look right now...
But there's no hiding from your F/O,
as they sweep your hair out of your eyes,
and cup your face in their hands,
which feel cool against the warmth of your cheeks...
You feel like you could melt beneath their adoring gaze...
Mercifully they guide your head to the side,
so you can just barely glimpse their face out of the corner of your eye...
They tousle your hair a little,
then slip both hands in...
Your eyes flutter closed from the sensation...
"That's it~
Take a deep breath for me Darling~
In..."
That smells nice...
"...and out~"
Their finger tips slowly graze the back of your scalp as you exhale,
reaching the base of your neck just as you breathe all the way out...
Your eyes roll back...
"Feeling good~?
Good...
I want to dote on you like this a little longer,
so go back to making little noises for me,
okay Darling~?"
Mmm...
They start to play with your hair,
and you nestle into their lap,
sinking back into the gentle warmth you felt earlier,
as the world gets farther and farther away...
They might be humming something familiar...
...it becomes the soundrack to your dreams...
Your body feels so heavy...
...but they scoop you into their arms,
and cradle you like a boat on the ocean...
...you make land on the shores of their bed...
...the sudden fierceness of your desperate embrace as they pull you on top of them catches them off guard...
...you can hear their blush in the pitter-patter of their heartbeat,
washing over you like rainfall...
...but they build you a house of their arms,
beneath the familiar weight of the blanket sky,
and you feel so comfy you could stay like this forever...
They sigh blissfully in agreement and wrap their legs around you too for good measure...
"Forever, Darling...
Forever..."
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After everyone else has gone to bed,
Imagine Your (Stoic, Touch-Starved) F/O
staying up with you on New Year's...
You're sitting on the couch...
Of course they're right next to you,
as close to you as possible,
now that they have you all to themself...
They've already got one leg draped over your thigh,
their mind in a pleasant haze just from the touch of your fingertips idly stroking their skin...
They're tempted to slide all the way down into your lap,
and spend the rest of the night at the mercy of your blissful touch,
But they know all too well that would put them right to sleep,
and just for tonight,
they want to stay up,
so they can watch the sunrise with you...
So instead of succumbing to the soft caress of your hand,
They slip theirs out from where it had been resting behind your lower back,
and quietly interlace their fingers with yours...
After a moment or two of drinking in your blush from the corner of their eye,
they turn to you,
with a stare so deep you somehow manage to blush harder,
and matter-of-factly they whisper,
"Whatever this year brings,
I'll be right here with you..."
You audibly gasp as they pull your hand into their lap,
cupping it with their other hand,
and counting on your knuckles with their thumb,
"...and the year after that...
...and the year after that...
...and the year after that..."
Completely entranced,
you let your head drop onto their waiting shoulder,
content to stay like this forever,
or at least until sunrise...
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happy new year poly-selfshippers! may 2024 bring you many more happy moments with your FOs!
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hands are insane because they're the absolute sexiest part of a body veins tendons knuckles hair on the wrist and the back of the fingers bones and blood all close to the skin screaming I AM ALIVE AND I SHAPE THE WORLD AROUND ME freckles and scars and the cryptic spiral of a fingerprint on each digit but also you cover them up with gloves and they BECOME HOTTER for some reason. and then you take the gloves off and they're hotter again. science can't explain this
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f/os that are completely devoted to you to the point of obsession. that think about you and your place in their lives constantly, that would do anything, absolutely anything, to keep you safe and by their side. you're what keeps them going on their journey or any other goal they're pursuing, especially if that goal is destructive. this world isn't good enough for you, love. i'm going to recreate it in your honor. you're going to be right by my side while i do it. you represent creation and hope to me.
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sorry i changed your f/os type. yeah theyre canonically attracted to people that look like you now. yeah forever. sorry. yeah they would have always fallen for you anyway. yeah. sorry. ok bye love you
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i love you. you made a mistake? i dont care i love you. you made a wrong choice? love you. you don’t think you’re good for anything? guess what you’re good for loving i love you
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I find it much easier to sleep knowing my F/O has been keeping my bed warm for me,
so now it smells like them,
that they think I'm cute when I'm out like a light,
that they feel so fulfilled when they make sure I feel safe and comfortable enough to rest,
and so validated when I drift off in their arms after just a few murmured sweet nothings,
that they can't wait to wrap their whole leg protectively around my waist,
and just hold me close,
content to have me all to themself...
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it's just me and my two hundred and sixty three post drafts
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make the plushie of your F/o because you can’t afford it normally
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@self-shippingbingus
Happy Halloween!
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I have to confess that while I've heard of both FGO and OOTS, I've never played the former or read the latter, and therefore I don't know either of the characters. But after just a little bit of research, well... let's just say whoever answers his trick-or-treat better choose 'treat', because his 'trick' (i.e. Noble Phantasm) is probably a peanut butter cup tick-tock chain explosion.
Rough sketch and vaguely clean lines below the cut. While this character is technically closer to my actual art style than anything else I've drawn for this, the medium and style I'm using here just don't conserve enough detail for my liking compared to the model... ...and I got so caught up drawing all those little peanut butter cups that I nearly forgot his tail. But he was really fun to draw.
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