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vampire-selfship · 5 months

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love having an f/o who is extremely touchstarved when youre equally as touchstarved... never letting go of eachother, soft touches whenever physically possible, running hands through hair and leaning into the touch... having someone you love be equally as enthusiastic to show physical affection <3

#🧛 roman speaks #🩷floyd #f/o imagine #fo imagine #fictional other #selfshipping #selfship #self shipping #self ship

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astralselfships · 1 year

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🌸 But just imagine your F/O reacting to you being timid/ a timid S/I.

Timid- shy and modest, easily frightened

If your F/O is the confident, cocky type, imagine the amount of teasing: never to make you feel bad, not for them to laugh at you but you two to end up laughing together. They'll ease every situation you encounter. This F/O will be your voice: imagine how they show you off to everyone, complimenting you tirelessly and loudly.

However, if your F/O is more introverted, PDA might not be a big thing, but you know that once a bad word about you escapes someone's mouth, they're dead (either metaphorically or literally 🤭)

Oh what a slow ride you two have! Lazy and wholesome moments, quiet times and the cutest dates ever!!!

Imagine how, for you, they will make exceptions to their introversion and hold you hand in public if they feel you overwhelmed. 🫶

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wired-heartbeats · 1 year

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F/Os who get that sleeping near someone else is trust and safety, nearly feeling their heart explode the first time they realize you’ve passed out with your head pressed against them

#listen I may. be a sucker for survival situations and that can stem some of these lmao #it’s the sudden !!!! as they look down and realize this means you trust them enough to sleep near them and they just 😮🥺#cats chatterbox #self ship #self shipping #self ship prompt #fo imagine #f/o imagine

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ghosts0ap · 2 years

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Imagine your FO tripping and eating shit on the pavement

#Fo imagine #fictional other #fo #self ship #selfshipping

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byxii · 2 years

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Imagine bumping noses with your fos. There's something so sweet and silly about the idea of bumping noses with your fos and sharing a breathless laugh at the awkwardness of the closeness. The kind of laugh that makes your cheeks go red and your eyes crinkle with happiness as you bump foreheads and press the tips of your noses together.

#it's just a silly thought I have a lot that makes me happy #i think the visual is so silly but it gives me butterflies every time #fo imagine #imagine your fo #selfship #selfshipping #tag: my imagines #ok to reblog

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hypogryffin · 1 month

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Thoughts on Akesumi?

not my cup of tea romantically but i do love their platonic dynamic

#its mostly i only see akechi dating men and imagine sumire heavily prefers women #i can deffo see the appeal its just not something that clicks fo me #asks & requests #akesumi #persona 5 #p5 #p5r #goro akechi #sumire yoshizawa #kasumi yoshizawa #ive done akesumi [metaverse] outfit swaps before but as a royal trio thing and im pretty sure before? i really solidified my #black mask redesign. also: i put akechi in sumis casual clothes for the outfit swap bc sumi doesnt modify her uniform except for the shoes #so id just be drawing akechi in the girls uniform for shuujin which is less recognisable as an ''outfit swap''#but i put sumi in akechis uniform/coat bc its MORE immediately recognisable as an outfit swap #sumire would wear akechi's casual clothing 100% its just an argyle vest and slacks #i also added a waist tie in a bow bc i put her hair down so she was missing her ribbon :> end notes

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ariadnelabyrinth · 24 days

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Imagine throwing your f/o into a washing machine and watching them spin. Forever

(It seems 'I' need to clarify. Proshippers go rot.)

#// post #'I' believe this post is a great contribution.#f/o #f/o imagines #fo imagines #imagine your f/o #imagine your fo #imagine your self ship #self ship #self ship community #selfship imagines #selfshipper

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write-it-motherfuckers · 10 months

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Person A: "Are we even allowed to be in here?"

Person B: "I don't know, I stopped caring about their bullshit rules after they repaid my loyalty and devotion by framing me for their own misdeeds."

Person A: "...What if someone recognises you?"

Person B: "Recognise me? Ha! I was nothing but a faceless tool to them, I might as well have been part of the wallpaper! Honestly, I could probably walk right up to them and introduce myself with my former name and those fools still wouldn't realise it was me."

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selfship-polycule · 5 months

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i love dating FOs from different sources! i love discovering new characters to crush on! i love that i can find love in any universe! i love being a selfshipper and being loved by so many wonderful FOs!

#fictional other #poly self ship #poly ship #polyamorous fictional other #polyamorous self ship #self shipping #selfship polycule #selfship #selfship imagine #f/o #selfship imagines #FOs

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skellys-selfships · 1 year

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{f/o imagine}: cuddles with Striker

sitting close to Striker's chest, you could feel the rise and fall of his his warm breath. you feel his heartbeat race as your fingers trail up and down his pecs, you ached for a feel of his bare chest, tempted to slip your hands under his clothing yourself. he grunts in response to your fondling, bashfully avoiding eye contact. he knowingly sits up, pulling his shirt off, inviting you back into his lap. you caress his chest, resting your face against his warm skin, tracing your fingers up each scar decorating his torso, peppering his body with soft kisses. you hear his gentle groans with every kiss, his eyes look less intense than usual. he would never actively say it, but you know that he's in pure bliss right now, feeling vulnerable and yet so loved.

#f/o stuff #imagine your f/o #fo imagines #Helluva Boss #Helluva Boss imagines #Helluva Boss Striker #Helluva Boss x reader #Striker x reader #me writing

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astralselfships · 2 years

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🌸 Imagine your grumpy F/O falling in love with you deeply, even before you felt the absolute same, and losing their minds over it. The gentle ruffling of your hair, the low grunt that escapes as soon as they catch themselves staring at you, the "be safe or whatever" kind of oblivious indifference make you soon believe that they might hate you.

Imagine confronting your F/O about this and how they stop in their tracks, suddenly cupping your cheeks and pressing a long, gentle, chaste kiss, almost caressing your lips with theirs.

"Stop smiling like that, I don't know how to act around it- NO, I am NOT blushing."

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wired-heartbeats · 1 year

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I’m pretty sure we all have the F/Os who’d jump in to save us while under some sort of mind control, but who’re the F/Os who gets mind controlled and need saving

#big fan of mind shenanigans as plot points #also *points at lukas* he LITERALLY gets got in canon and we have to go get his dumbass #self ship #self shipping #self ship community #self ship prompt #fo imagine #f/o imagine #cats chatterbox

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certifiedskywalker · 1 year

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In the Eye of the Beholder - Aemond Targaryen

Compared to his elder brother, who abused the offerings on the Street of Silk, Aemond’s tastes have always been…tame.

“Undress me.”

Wordlessly, you obeyed the Prince’s otherwise unprincely order, just as you had done the last time he patronized your establishment, and just as you had done the time before that too. As you moved about Aemond Targaryen, dragging your fingertips across his leather-clad shoulders, you tried to recall the first time he came to you. How many moonshines had passed since? How many royal marriages?

However long ago, you had since learned about his back.

Learned that, if you took your time undressing him and traced the slope of his form, starting from behind him, at the nape of his neck, and working around to the front of his chest, you could melt the dragon that stood before you. What a sight to see that was. Aemond would tremble, ever so slightly, but quickly still himself in a poor attempt at suppressing the shuddering. His eye would betray him though, as it fluttered close to savor that skin-racing, body-tingling pleasure. No longer could he hide from you. You saw him, and this time was no different. Under your fingers, Aemond’s chin tipped up and he struggled to keep his eye open as your touch stole away his last few shreds of cold stoicism. You reveled in his reaction, but your victory was short-lasting. When your hands found the first clasp of his tunic, Aemond returned to himself with a huff. At the sound, you met his gaze and saw his eye like an arrow aimed at you, his lips pursed into a thin smirk that broke only when he spoke.

“You do so enjoy taking your sweet time.”

“As do you, dare I say,” you countered, as you undid the latch nearest Aemond’s neck. “Though these sneaking, late hours of night do suit the second son, do they not?”

Your teasing question fell from your lips as you peeled the leather collar back, revealing the milky skin beneath. Aemond tensed beneath your fingers when they brushed idly against the column of his throat and you could not help but smile, all too pleased with yourself. The Prince, while also pleased, sharpened his gaze on you.

“I could have your tongue for addressing me in such a manner.”

“Then take it,” you challenged, undoing the second clasp. “You say you could take whatever you like and yet you take so little when with me.”

As you waited for Aemond to meet your challenge, your hands undid the last latch, the one above his trousers. Before you could progress to his belts, Aemond closed his hands around yours. His rough palms swallowed your softer touch with a warmth that shocked you still. “I want for little when with you,” he murmured, his fingers sliding along yours until they were interlaced. “I have told you as much.”

He had, in so many words, told you as much in visits past. More entitled and harsher in tone, but the same words. Though, this time, with this softness, you could not help but feel as if he meant something more by them. Yet, just as Aemond tried to, you attempted to still the pleased shudder that threatened to roll over your shoulders.

“You have, but is it treason to have cajoled the Prince into saying it again?”

Aemond’s stone-serious expression morphed in the flickering warmth of candlelight. It was as if the shadows shaped the smile that spread along his lips, as if the sneaking, late hours of the night made this second son just for you. “Tis treason, indeed. I do not like to be tricked.” With his answer, Aemond pulled you closer by your joined hands. Your chest met his and you could feel the heat of his pale skin bleeding through your garments. Then, as Aemond fed his want for little, he brushed his nose against yours, making you shudder. No longer was this time like the first. Nor the second, nor the third; not even the last. This time was different. Aemond was different.

Through your trembling, you managed, “so you’ll lose me to the dungeons then?”

“Never,” his reply left breath tickling your skin, “I would keep you all to myself.”

“You keep me already, Aemond.”

At the sound of his name falling from your lips, the Prince’s face pressed to yours as a cat might careen into its owner’s hand to entreat more petting. Spurred on by the heat from his skin that set you ablaze, you answered his urging. You untangled your hand from his and, with fingers free, forced his tunic off in its entirety. Aemond stood before you, bare-chested and flushed. Desperate as the pink that rose across his skin, he leaned back in to close the new gap between your bodies.

The Aemond you met however many moonshines ago would have never kissed you, would have never touched you so.

His lips found yours in a gnashing rush that had you dropping the tunic to the floor. Your hands reached up to cup Aemond’s face, to hold his jaw in a manner that would slow his wild necking. Ever the learner, he took the hint in your hands and slackened, his lips moving more deliberately against yours. His own hands found purchase on your waist and tugged you impossibly close.

When you parted for air, you took your chance and kissed his neck. Aemond gasped softly at the sensation of your lips on his skin and turned from you. You nearly chased after him, but Aemond’s voice brought through the haze of want that clouded your mind. “No, no further. I-” “You do not need to say anymore.” As you spoke, you reached a hand up to turn his face towards you. You saw, then, a young boy in the Prince’s stead. “I am not Aegon.” “You are not, my Prince.”

“My name.” His words hung between you, distracting you from how your reflection shone in the pupil of his eye. “Say my name.”

“Aemond,” you said, your tongue loving each syllable in the way other patrons would like their bodies to be. Not Aemond. Since that first time, moonshines ago, he was different. How privileged you were, to see that. “We need not do anything more than what we normally do. I forgot myself.”

“And I, me,” Aemond replied after a long breath. He held your gaze before he tipped his head to the side. “Shall we, then?”

Wordlessly, you intertwined your fingers with Aemond’s once more and led him over to the wide bed. Similar beds sat in every room in this establishment, in every establishment on the Street of Silk. Yet, like you and Aemond, this bed was different.

It saw only your body and Aemond’s laid out, limbs entangled but unmoving. The Prince’s head rested on your chest, his arms wrapped about you, holding your frame against his. Like bricks of the Red Keep, you fit together, plush sheets filling in any silvers of space between you. This was all he ever asked for, all he ever wanted, as little as it was. Only this time, it felt like more.

“You did not finish undressing me,” Aemond said suddenly, breaking the silence that had fallen over you both like a blanket. You turned slightly in his arms, looking down at him, but before you could ask what he meant, he reached one of his hands up towards his face. Aemond’s slender fingers tapped against the leather strap of his eye patch.

“Are you…” you trailed off as Aemond’s hand grasped at yours, leading it to the very spot he tapped. You let your fingers close around the leather, gently slipping it off his face. Before you dared to look at his face, you set the eyepatch in Aemond’s hand.

“You may look,” he said, evidently sensing your tensed muscles and not-so-wandering eyes.

You did look, and you saw him as you always had: whole.

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen imagines #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen fanfic #aemond targaryen fanfiction #aemond one eye #hotd #hotd imagine #hotd fanfiction #hotd imagines #house fo the dragon #house of the dragon imagine #house of the dragon imagines #house of the dragon fanfiction

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cinderellahoneymoon · 4 months

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btw if you have a f/o or s/i who is famous at all imagine what the internet thinks about you guys' relationships

🌟 if your relationship is secret, do people make theory posts trying to prove theres actually something going on between you two?

💎 do people make fancams and edits of you and your f/o together? is there a lot of fanart?

✨ are there ship wars about who you or your f/o would end up with? or are you the sweetheart couple everyone roots for?

i just love thinking about it LOL the potential for gags and jokes is so good

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theship-thewalrus · 2 years

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anything for you

aemond targaryen x female! reader

aemond is completely infatuated with you, doing anything you could ask

word count: 595 words reading time: about 4 minutes warnings: none

note: this fic can be read as a part two

The silence of the garden provided you some solace from the suffocating energy of the Red Keep. You were an outsider amongst the Targaryens that resided in the Keep. You were no Targaryen, a simple Noblewoman who was granted the privilege of being the handmaid to Helaena Targaryen.

Though the strange girl was often looked down upon for her strange nature. You found her peronsality endearing, a certain innocence not nursed in the cold and cruel Keep. The young woman liked you, often telling you of her thoughts or the secrets she may have heard. Yet she did not know what she told you was not to be meant shared.

Twirling a flower in your hand you keep your eyes cast on the soft petals, despite the sound of footsteps approaching. You knew who it was, the only person who seemed to seek you out at times. The only person who welcomed you to the Keep. Aemond Targaryen was a strange man, one incredibly distant as though he is watching everything from above. A cocky man who loves to show off as he trains. A man that believes he is the smartest in the room at times.

You were unsure if his attention was a good or bad thing, but so far it seemed to only be good. For he was completely devoted to you, mind, body and soul. He would do anything you asked, kill anyone you wished for, and burn countless people if it meant you were together. As he had fallen in love with you.

When he first laid his eyes on you, you both were only young. He still had both his eyes. You were someone who talked to him as though he was an equal, not lesser for not having a dragon. When he was maimed you cared not for the scar on his face, not treating him any differently. You were kind when everyone else was not, the single good thing in his otherwise horrid life.

Stopping in front of you his large frame blocked the sun from your eyes. Only then did you grace him with the (e/c) of your eyes, a content smile on your face. Neither of you spoke, there was no need, as with simple glances you could communicate. Something you both perfected over your years together, hiding under everyone's noses.

"Sit, my dear." Your voice is soft yet commanding, Aemond was quick to sit next to you. He sat so close to you that you could feel the heat radiate off his body. Placing the flower onto your lap you turn to look at him, taking in his appearance. You had asked something of Aemond, something one would ask of a low-life mercenary.

"Is it done?" Your kind and passive nature hind your true selfish intentions. Like most people, you desired power and influence, something that was only gained through wealth or the death of others. Unfortunately for others, you did own have large amounts of wealth. But what you had was something that could not be brought. Pure obsession and deviation from a prince that would watch the world burn if it meant you were happy.

"Of course," was his short reply, the smile on your face grew bigger hearing it was done. Your hand reaches out to hold his, though you remain facing and looking forward. The both of you could not be openly affectionate, but in the comfort of his room tonight you would visit him to thank him for what he had done.

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen imagines #aemond imagines #hotd x reader #hotd imagines #house fo the dragon imagines #house of the dragon imagines #house of the dragon x reader

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emma-d-klutz · 4 months

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You know that btas episode where Dr. Strange sells Batman's secret identity, and when he (among others) hears that it's Bruce Wayne, Two-Face was like, "I have known Bruce since before we were potty trained. That guy is not the Batman," and starts beating Strange up for trying to scam him? I know Bruce must have been totally relieved at that point, but do you think he was also offended? I would be. If I were Bruce, I'd be sitting around later the next day thinking, "Ok but what did I do when we were kids that makes it so unbelievable that I'm the Batman?"

#btas #two face #harvey dent #bruce wayne #batman #harv oz and joker might not have just started wailing on strange at the end. my imagination might have made that up #you know i've found as an adult that a lot fo the parts of btas and bb that scared the shit out of me as a child are complete fabrications

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