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pinkdinkydoon · 2 years

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🧡🎃 Selfship-Tober- Day 1: Sweater Weather

October 1, Day 1, Sweater Weather

Fall Break was a break not everyone could afford to have or do.

Griffin, was someone who was in between. He did most of his work at home and so technically is was ALWAYS on break, but this time around was different.

He was an at home chemist/scientist, and when the friend groups group chat had a question asking about fall break and if he'd be coming, he gave a definite yes.

Despite having work.

So he packed up his suitcase, packed up another suitcase for all the chemicals he needed to write data sheets on, and got on a plane to Translyvania.

Not everyone could afford to come. Johnny and Mavis being one of them. They were both in Belgium at the time and traveling back to Transylvania would be a hassle in itself as they were already TRAVELING.

Everyone else was good though. Murray had NO STRINGS attached. Frank had nothing going on. Dracula owned the hotel and was the one who invited them. Wayne convinced Wanda he needed some Guy Time.

And Griffin was bringing work with him.

Lizzie jumped on the idea first. Holed up in Canada in her apartment she sent her reply to Drac saying how she'll, and I qoute, "BE THERE IMMEDIATELY >:DDD."

Which was pretty funny considering she was then the last one to arrive.

As the gang met up in the center of the hotel mingingly they chatted, laughed, and waited for the final member of the group to arrive.

Frank, who was hugging Wayne and Drac dropped them both. "Hey where's Lizz-erino. Wasn't she the most excited??"

Murray pulled his phone up. "Her flight got delayed. Check the CHAT. She'll probably take a couple of hours."

Time to prove HIM wrong.

Griffin then pulled up his messages on his phone. "She actually got a different flight. She's in a taxi, five minutes away."

Frank leaned over to the messages and read the phone name as "Lizz 🧡🌻" which made him smirk.

"Look at you two. Talking to each other."

"We talk EVERYDAY," Griffin squinted, and gave a very deadpan tone to him.

They couldn't see his face so the look was not even processed or acknowledged.

....

Wayne scratched behind his ear and glanced at the invisble man. "You tell her about the Zing yet?"

He shook his head. "Nah... I've got a good thing going. We talk everyday, we call everyday, when she goes to bed she puts the phone on her pillow while we video call. It's a whole thing."

Drac chuckled. "That's Griffin guys. A girl shows intrest in him and all his PHDs suddenly loose their worth!"

The group laughed and teased him while he stood, unamused with his little group circle.

The laughing stopped with the sudden spinning of the hotel glass door was heard. Then followed by the hitting of the wooden floor.

Low and behold, Lici stood in the middle.

Fall outfit in all, new haircut, new accessories. She had a bright orange suitcase in one hand and was leaning on her cane on the others.

The loud screeching of a Taxi leaving was heard, as she smirked at the group. "Sorry I'm late!"

She was quickly swept up in a sandstorm, Murray running over and taking her to the group in a mess of grains of sand and a hug. "MY GIRL'S HEREEE!!!"

She returned the hug with a big smile. He luggage was taken quickly and she turned the the group.

"Francis, Dracula, Murray, Wayne, Griffin," she proclaimed, giving a dramatic bow.

Only then she quickly swooped I'm to give Griffin a big hug. He returned it with a laugh. Once the embrace was done she took a step back.

"I love the sweater... nice and soft!" She gushed.

Griffin flushed. "Yeah! Well- ya know it's Fall. And it's cold. I put it on an hour before I arrived- it should be fading into my body soon...."

"A shame. You look so handsome in it," she sighed, shaking her head.

God a small Zing went through his heart, which is what a Zing does to you... he should've expected it.

Compliments did that.

She then gave everyone else their hugs respectively, gushing about her plane trip and her home life. They chatted about her haircut and their lives and it continued normally.

Griffin stood, admiring her bouncy-ness and enthusiasm and thinking about her compliment.

He looked HANDSOME in the sweater. She couldn't even see him and she thought he looked handsome.

He smiled, rubbing the side of his invisible face with a gloved hand. As his clothes slowly started to fade with his own chemically invisible body.

And while she blabbered about whatever, he slowly came up to her side and put a gloved hand on her shoulder, joining the conversation.

⚰️🧡 ~○End○~ 🧡⚰️

Tags: @sennamybeloved (creator of prompts)

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axellis-archv-2 · 2 years

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day 1 (sweater weather), day 2 (rainy day) & day 3 (moon) of selfshiptober!!!

ok2rb!! both guys here use he/him

bonus doodle for day 2 under the cut LOL

#star selfshiptober #self ship art #self shipping #📗 my post #💚 art tag #🔥🗺 axellis #minecraft story mode #mcsm axel #yeah im maintagging this sorry...look at him hes cute #this is scheduled btw bythe time this posts im gonna be at my JOBBBB UGHHH T___T #🔥 axel

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caracello · 2 years

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“Are you wearing my sweater again?” “I don’t know what you could possibly be talking about.”

for day 1 of selfshiptober - sweater weather +) <3

[ok2rb, he/him for both]

#star selfshiptober #selfship art #onni hotakainen #ssss oc #casper bonne #casper is. a sweater stealer first and a person second #art.exe #r: 🦉#finished

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void-selfships-archive · 2 years

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They (were) watching Horsing Around together :]

Wanted to do some prompts for selfship-tober!!! So heres Sweater Weather :O!

[TAGLIST]

@permafrown @toasty-self-shipping @dragon-inserts @ynassociates @arothroughthehearts-selfship @sunsets-and-kxsses @shot-by-cupid @oc-x-cannon-on-main @microsoftgaystation @puppy-selfship @sennamybeloved

#I HAD TO DRAW THESE TWO FOR IT BC. SWEATER WEATHER IS A SONG ON THEIR PLAYLIST!#LEGALLY REQUIRED!!!#bastard.png #♡: i love you mr. blue #self ship #self ships #self ship art #self shipping #self ship community #star selfshiptober #selfshiptober

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anya-ackerman · 2 years

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🍁 Day Two - Rainy Day 🍁

On rainy days, Levi and I usually curl up together and watch the rain fall with nice cups of tea. He also makes sure I’m nice and warm and comfy so blankets are a must!

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littledemonlorne · 7 months

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Day Twelve: Game night

@sennamybeloved

#Lorne Draws #star selfshiptober #Malcolm Bright #He's saying 'I hate to say I told you so' but he doesn't #f/o x s/i

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limey-self-inserts · 2 years

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Day 1. Sweater weather

Getting into selfshiptober with a soft start, might do more sketches when I have time like today~

Tag list: @call--me--home, @morilock, @captainscyarika, @carbo-ships

#my art #star selfshiptober #self insert #self ship #self ship content #world: aalveir #ship: full bloom

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kaibaspuppy · 2 years

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@sennamybeloved's selfshiptober day 1/2: sweater weather + rainy day

really not a shocker that its raining in gotham. thats like going to antartica and being shocked that theres snow

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fitzselfships · 2 years

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Day 2: rainy day

I know the prompt probably meant for them to be out in the rain but I thought this was funny. Tfw your partner is a guinea pig who is afraid of thunder and you're both trying to take a nap on the couch together <3

#self ship community #self ship #f/o x s/i #star selfshiptober #this didn't really turn out the way i wanted it to but whatever lol

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sennamybeloved · 2 years

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selfshiptober day 12 - game night

꒱・senna x seren (s/i)

꒱・reblogs very appreciated!!

꒱・cw: mentions of death/dereality, and slight angst

Seren is roused from her stupor by the Playstation 2 startup sound and the light from Senna's TV flooding the bedroom.

He pushes his phone aside and brings his hands up to his face, rubbing his eyes and scratching over skin with clawed fingernails. With a yawn, he slowly sits up.

He can't be sure what time it is exactly, but he knows it's the middle of the night. A quiet, autumn night where all is dark and still. Expect for the television. And his wife.

He crawls across the length of the unmade bed, old springs creaking under his weight. He finds Senna sitting at the foot of the bed, cradled by an old beanbag and several big blankets. She cranes her head back to look at him. He smiles.

"What time is it?" He asks, eyes darting from her face to the old, boxy TV, and back again.

"I dunno," she shrugs. She begins to flip through the PS2 menu, hopping from rudimentary 3D icon to rudimentary 3D icon. Seren has always found the entire menu's atmosphere to be really unsettling, from the eerie silence to the soulless grey background to the faint overlay of static. He knows that's a pretty common feeling, though.

After sifting through a selection of various horror games, Senna settles on Silent Hill 2. The light in the room dims as the light grey of the menu is replaced with the near blackness of the title screen. He watches her delete an old save file in preparation to start yet another playthrough, it seems.

"More Silent Hill?" He remarks playfully, swinging his legs over the side of the bed.

"Yeah," she replies, a slight, tired chuckle in her voice.

He carefully slides off the bed and into her lap. He worms his way under the piles of blankets, behind her controller, and cuddles up against her body. She's more than happy to accommodate him. She pulls him close, tucking them blankets around him as he snakes his arms around her torso, hugging her tight. She brings up one hand to scratch behind his ear. He melts into her into her gentle touch, a purr rumbling from deep within his throat as his tail swishes back and forth on the carpet.

She presses a gentle kiss to the crown of his head before picking her controller back up. He releases her from his embrace, flipping around so he, too, can see the TV.

Several long moments of loading after ‘new game’ was selected, the opening cutscene plays. Seren curls further into Senna, burying his face in the blankets. He watches with deep intrigue and excitement; he doesn’t play this game as much as her, so he’d forgotten how much he adores it’s opening.

‘James honey, did something happen to you?’

He’d also forgotten what the game is about. Upon the sudden recollection, he cringes moment. It’s fucked, all Silent Hill games are, but Silent Hill 2 really takes the cake in that regard. He enjoys it, though.

Senna is notorious for skipping cutscenes in video games (which is something Seren absolutely hates) but she’s never skipped a Silent Hill cutscene, not in any of the games. She sits through the opening theme, eyes trained on the screen, head tipped slightly to the side, as if it’s her first time playing this. Seren finds her interest in these games to be so endearing.

He does eventually manage to pry his eyes away from her pretty face, though; he knows that staring makes her uncomfortable, and he wants to see the end of this cutscene. The beautiful opening theme comes to a close after some time, and… what is her name? Mary? She stands before James, on the other side of a jail cell.

‘It doesn’t matter who I am. I’m here for you, James.’

She reaches through the bars and caresses his face. It’s a soft, tender motion. It weirdly makes him want to reach up and do the same to Senna.

‘See? I’m real.’

His brow furrows. In that moment, something finally clicks in his mind. He’s always drawn a connection between the aesthetics of Silent Hill and Senna’s personal experiences with undeath. She’d explained it to him once before: the whole franchise feels familiar and homey, in a weird sort of way. From the aesthetics, to the visuals, to the way it piggybacks off feelings of grief and derealization—two things she's all too familiar with. That particular line struck a chord within Seren. It reminds him less of her death itself, and more of her unpleasant time as a spirit and the subsequent effects it had on her psyche. He recalls her recounts with bitter sadness. He finds that even years later, his heart aches for her.

By the time he snaps himself out of his little trance, the game has already begun. The introduction has ended and James has already begun his descent into Silent Hill. From the old, abandoned roads, onto the footpaths that wind through the ever-foggy, low-poly forests.

His thoughts are rather solemn at the moment, so he tries to talk over them until he manages to think about something else.

“How do you think a Silent Hill remaster would go?” He asks.

“Bad,” she replies shortly, eyes never leaving the screen. “We’ve had this conversation before.”

“Yeah, I know.” He digs at the carpet with his paw idly. “But didn’t we see that uhm… demo, a few years back? Silent Hill P.T? That looked really good.”

She pauses for a moment, trying to recall what he was talking about, before letting out a small ‘hmph’ sound. “You’re right. But remastering the franchise would just... ugh, it'd ruin its charm. It doesn’t need a remaster. I don’t even think it needs a new installation.”

Seren hums. He has to agree with her. “Yeah, I get it. A remaster would look really cool, but it wouldn’t feel the same… but still, I feel like some news about the franchise would be cool. I guess I just miss P.T.”

“Uhuh,” she nods, trailing off into momentary silence. “What happened to P.T anyway?”

“It got canceled. In uh… 2015, I think.”

“Ah,” she says, realization dawning on her. “I wasn’t around for that.”

She wasn't around for that. She says it in such a calm, matter-of-fact manner, but it makes his heart sink. She died in 2013, not long before their husband's birthday. She died, but she's here now, and she's okay. That's what he always reminds himself. Though he'll never forget how sad he was the day that P.T released, because he knew Senna would've adored it. He was even sadder when it got canceled. As foolish as it sounds, he felt like he lost another piece of her that day.

Instinctively, he curls further into Senna, pulling his legs closer to his body and nuzzling his face into her torso, her stomach. He looks up at her, searching her face for any signs of discontent, to which he finds none. Tapping into the pre-existing magical connection between the two of them, between undead specter and vastaya, he delves into her brain, her soul. He searches for any emotions her expression doesn't betray, but again, he finds nothing. She's focused. Content. Pleased. Just as he'd expected her to be.

Since that's all that really matters to him, he turns his attention back to the TV.

James stands before a graveyard. Misty and dark, it instantly reminds Seren of his visits to Senna's gravestone. He cringes, shaking his head and blinking rapidly. Why is he thinking like that? She's alive. She's well. And she has been for... what, three years now? Why is he thinking like that? Nothing is wrong.

Senna pauses, taking one hand off the controller to smooth back Seren’s hair; a comforting motion, akin to how you’d sooth a scared animal. “You alright?” She asks him.

He nods. “Uhuh. Sorry.”

“No, it’s okay.” She tells him with utmost sincerity in her voice. It makes him feel a bit better.

She returns to the game, continuing into the graveyard, where a cutscene begins. He’s always enjoyed Silent Hill 2’s cutscenes. They’re dreamy foreboding and way ahead of their time.

A woman—what the hell was her name? He actually can’t remember this time—pokes out from behind a gravestone. He tries to remember her role in the story, because he knows she has one, but he can’t recall anything of note.

The scene plays out. The woman was visiting the grave of her mother. He vaguely recalls something about her murdering her mother, which changes his perspective of the scene, but he finds it interesting nonetheless. The atmosphere is so dull yet so perfect. The line delivery, especially on James’ part, is very dated, but it adds to the effect. The graveyard is beautiful, too. It reminds him of Senna’s graveyard.

He supposes that isn’t a bad thing. He knows she doesn’t think of it as a bad thing, which is really all that matters. He just wishes he wasn’t so hyper-focused on it, but alas.

She died just over 10 years ago. She’s been resurrected for 3, as of today—or yesterday, if it’s past midnight, which it probably is. It was 6 years worth of lost time, time lost to an afterlife of torture and agony. Everyday, he wishes that he could’ve spared her the pain. He would’ve thrown himself in the ground in her stead if that’s what it took. He would’ve done anything to not have the knowledge of her torment weigh on his psyche, on her psyche. Everyday she’s plagued by horrible memories, sinking, dreadful feelings and the fear that she—and this, and everything—isn’t even real anymore. It makes his chest ache.

Though, sometimes he thinks that it’s weighing on his psyche more that it is hers. She struggles, that’s for certain, and she has her fair share of bad days, but she holds her head up high and presses onwards, finding joy where it counts. Seren is guilty of lamenting over her torment in such a way that he doesn’t permit her to forget. He’s tried to stop doing that, at least verbally, but he knows he should stop doing it mentally, too. He saw her emotions and deep inner machinations on display himself; she’s okay, more than okay. She’s content. He knows this. He needs to stop doubting is own ability.

He looks up at her once more, eyes scanning her beautiful, gentle face. Her high cheekbones, full lips, creased brow and luminous green eyes that stand out amidst the dark. She’s beautiful. Oh, so beautiful. And she’s okay. A warm feeling of joy and contentment suddenly washes over him, and he melts. She’s okay.

Everything is okay. This is a good night. With a long, gentle sigh, Seren’s gaze flicks back to the TV.

After a long moment of silence, he speaks again. “You should play P.T. I have it downloaded on my PS4.”

Senna thinks for a while, before nodding, her lips quirking upwards into a little smile. “Yeah,” she says. “I’ve kinda always wanted to.”

Seren smiles back at her. “Well, it’s a plan, then.”

A plan for later, obviously. For now, Seren nestles further into the best of blankets and Senna’s warm as watches he watches her play Silent Hill 2.

#idk what this is honestly #i’m sort of proud of it but it feels weird #【 💚 】 ✦ * · ˚ — death is drawn to life │ r: senna .#✦ * · ˚ — self insert: seren .#lotus writes #self ship community #selfshiptober #star selfshiptober #self ship #self ship fanfic #selfshipping

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escapeism-s · 2 years

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Selfshiptober 1: Sweater Weather

Tryin to come back- new persona too! Not replacing Emmett, he IS Emmett :)

#self ship #self shipping #self shipping community #f/o #fictional other #🏀 ‘hello world!’#fnf self insert #fnf selfship #selfshiptober #star selfshiptober

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pinkdinkydoon · 2 years

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🌙🧡 Selfship-Tober- Day 2: Rainy Day

October 2, Day 2, Rainy Day

When all the markets where opening up for Halloween, that was the best time for discounts and items.

Lici loved Halloween. Luci lived Halloween. Every day. Of his eternal life. It was kinda of loosing it's effect. Only kind of.

"My pal at the market place is holding a specific item I wanted last year but missed," Lici smiled, her little demon was unamused.

Luci jumped to her shoulder. She was fully dressed and grabbing her purse, which made him have to keep some kind of balance. "Ya know... we could always. Not visit said friend! Break a promise, get some hell points."

"I'm good babe," she replied nonchalantly, leaving the house with her emotional support Satan worker on her shoulder into the chilly and breezy fall air.

"Wanna suck the joy out of everything," he muttered.

The walk was a nice one. A small breeze that kept you chilly but warm. Lici was in her usual red overalls and pale yellow sweater and right above her was a grey sky with the sun barely peeking out to illuminate all the tan grass and different colored leaves.

Upon entering the market, they took a deep breath together. Inhaling the fresh air and food coming from specific booths.

But also upon entering a single raindrop fell from the sky.

Straight onto Luci's head.

Which made him hiss, as the sound of a small sizzle was heard. He rubbed the top of his head and then looked up. Another raindrop came, and another sizzle was heard.

Lici took notice. "It's sprinkling- are you... burning??"

"Rain is Gods disciples and himself weeping-" he replied, continuing to rub where the rain had fell. "Literal Holy Water."

...

She blinked. Huh. Really?

"We-" she tried, only go feel a rain drop on her face.

And then more. And then suddenly it was raining hard, but not pouring.... Luci scrambled to the inside of her sweater. Putting his head through her collar and protecting himself with the shirt.

"Go buy a god damn UMBRELLA or RAINCOAT!!" he exclaimed.

She scrambled to the closest minimart (clothes store???) And bought a raincoat. Which was a rather big hassle, considering all of the umbrellas were sold out and the raincoat she got was the last one.

A very awkward conversation with a woman trying to explain her portable creature inside her shirt would be in immense pain in the rain, was more important that said woman's child.

Luci gave her a nod of approval.

He hated all kids and she was getting negative points. Which she balanced out by having her money rounded up by a dollar for charity. Negative and positive, and she was back to 0.

Putting the raincoat on, she buttoned it up- and then allowed Luci to slither into the hood. His hot hands and tail wrapping around her neck. Like a little heating pad.

"Our journey continues!!!" she exclaimed to the rainy day outside, ready to take on the still open market.

The walk was a nice and chill one. Along with the falls wind and Lucis warm body, Lici was very in the neutral and very comfortable.

"What's the item anyway?"

"Wouldn't you like to know...."

"I do. That's why I asked," the demon squinted.

Seeing the needed stall in sight and ignoring Luci, she sped up quickly. Slightly shoving his head into her rain coat to avoid some sort of odd suspicion and him talking.

Coming up to the table she leaned on the orange table cloth. "Weather huh?"

Her friend immediately recognized her and smiled. "Ah!! Second day of October and you're already here!!" They exclaimed. With a snap and a smile of course.

"You're in luck! Not even sold out and I had one saved for ya!"

She excitedly paid, and while her friend grabbed said item, Luci peeked outside of the hood.

"What even-"

"One big bag of seasonal peanut brittle and a cup of homemade hot cocoa powder!!"

She grabbed both, thanked her friend and made off. Satisfied with the market trip.

It was easy! Just like that! Doing a full look around could be for another day.

"You dragged me out into the rain for PEANUT BRITTLE??? I couldve died. You know what-? I'm just waiting for your negatives to come in now."

Him and his little demon system.

Of course he'd be pretty and pissed. She anticipated this.

Lici then opened the bag and promptly broke off a piece. Handing it to him with a smirk.

He snatched it, ate it whole.

.... And then gave a hefty sigh of regret.

"You're lucky I love you."

"Love you too Luce," the girl replied smugly. And like that her 0 became a +1.

🕯🧡 ☆~ Fin ~ ☆ 🧡🕯

Tags: @sennamybeloved (creator of prompt)

#☆l.m #self ship #star selfshiptober #selfshiptober #self ship community #self shipping community #self shipping #luci disenchantment #disenchantment #selfship #self insert #f/o x s/i #romantic f/o #selfshiptober 2022

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kats-comfort-corner · 2 years

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Selfshiptober Day 1: Sweater Weather

Doubling up the challenge by going with the prompts and using random autumn-themed color palettes.

Also will try to find and cite the references I’m using for the poses.

This one was a hassle and a half to find and I still couldn’t find the original artist, but here’s a link to the closest I could find: Pose Ref

#selfshiptober #star selfshiptober #selfship #self ship #art #my art #kats art #kats f/os #october prompts #day 1 #sweater #weather

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homosexual-fast-dancer · 2 years

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Day 1 - Sweater Weather (Red Guy/Harry x Cherry)

"What's that?" Yellow asked, pointing to the two items Cherry was holding, she smiled gently at him before explaining. "Well, they're knitting equipment, I've been trying out this new hobby… even if I will admit I’m not the best at it." She chuckled a little beaming down at the boy. This was a common occurrence, them barging into her house and making themselves at home, not that she ever seemed to mind. And it's just as well seeing as there was really nothing else for them to do in the house, at least it meant they got to do something when "the teachers" weren't around.

"And hey, even though I'm not the best I've decided to try my hand at making a sweater for you." She turned away to pull out a green sweater with a big D on it before handing it to him. He gasped before quickly grabbing it from her. "Thank you! Wow, it's even got my name and everything on it!" This caused Red to raise an eyebrow… well he would've if he had any. "What? But nowhere in your name is there a-" Red started before being interrupted by Duck. "That's not fair! How come he gets one and I don't?" he huffed, turning his head indignantly yet still her smile remained instead just placing a red sweater into his wing-hands.

"Oh well… It's okay, I guess." He smiled smally at the sweater as he put it over his coat. And as Duck and Yellow went to Cherry's kitchen to raid the place Red sat across from her and onto the sofa. "Uh, hey, I was just wondering…" Red whispered, causing her to turn to him and smile, it was always weird to him. She was the only person he's ever met to actually treat him like a friend and not just someone who shared a lawyer with him. "…Uh, probably not… but if you made a sweater for me too?" He asked averting his eyes to the floor which was a little hard for a guy like him.

"Of course I have, Harry." She gently placed the sweater on his lap, and as he saw it his eyes widened. "It's… blue." He whispered just loud enough for her to actually hear it, which made her chuckle ever so slightly. "Well I remember a while ago you said that blue was your favourite colour, I hope you like it." She responded, surprising him a little as he didn't think she would actually hear him. But as he slipped it on he grinned slightly and responded with a curt, "Course I do."

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#star selfshiptober #this was my first time writing for them so i hope it's okay :)#f/o positivity #selfship positivity #f/o community #selfship community #actually i think you're really lovely 🖍️❤️

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