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mxdavies · 2 months

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prompt: morning routine pairing: cohen x julian word count: 931 a/n: TYSM FOR THE ASK <33 im a bit nervous to post my writing here i dont consider myself the best writer but hopefully it's at least an enjoyable read!! :)

Julian scrambles around the kitchen, almost tripping over themself while they push the lever of the toaster down whilst flipping the egg in the pan. Their eyes jot around their surroundings quickly as a bunch of different sounds and smells begin to overwhelm them. The butter sizzling on the pan, the scent of coffee wafting through the air, the microwave beeping to inform them their hastily thrown in bacon was finished cooking… it was all so much to keep track of.

But it was all for Cohen. To see that look of surprise on his face as they bring the platter of delicious food to him. To be praised for their efforts and to get a kiss on the temple as a reward. They live for it. They live for him. To make him the best breakfast they can manage only shows a fraction of the gratitude they hold for him. For being in their life, and for simply existing.

Beeep–!

The microwave grabs Julian’s attention and they look between it and the pan. The egg looks… a little worse for wear, but nothing that’s inedible. They curse their tendency to get lost in thought as they move it to the plate. They try to carefully, but the toaster popping scares them and the yolk breaks underneath the harsher-than-intended motion of their spatula. They groan to themself. They’re so clumsy.

After setting the egg down they rush to the toast before it gets cold. There’s nothing better than melted butter on hot bread and if they somehow ruin this too? They’d be beyond frustrated. Fortunately for them it’s still warm enough for the butter to melt into the surface. They scrape the knife against the toast, making a crunchy sound as they spread the butter. They accidentally press down too hard and break one of the pieces slightly but… it’s not too bad, at least they hope so.

Beeep–!

There it goes again. Julian moves to the microwave and sighs to find that the bacon has gone cold instead. How? They left it in the microwave to retain the heat! Unless it didn’t work like that… they sigh and move it to the plate. Despite what they feel is their lackluster efforts, they arrange the platter to make some sort of semblance of a smiley face. Finally. It’s done. A small smile curls across their cheeks. It isn’t perfect, but hopefully that added some charm.

That’s when the smell of coffee makes it’s way to their nose again. Fuck. The coffee. They forgot all about it. They rush to it to take it off the brewer, only to fumble and spill it onto the counter. They put their hands on their head as they watch everything turn sour in front of their very eyes. Feeling the cup itself it seems as if the coffee also got cold.

It’s all too much. Julian feels tears begin to weld in their eyes but they’re quick to wipe them away. They didn’t want to worry Cohen after all. This is supposed to be a nice little gesture for him. But now they’ve gone and ruined it. They shake their head and turn to grab paper towels to clean their mess, though when they turn their eyes widen with surprise and a slight fear. There he stood, in his sleepy glory.

Cohen’s gaze is tired as he looks down at the smaller man, eyes surveying the surroundings. The kitchen… it’s a bit of a mess. But it’s nothing he wasn’t accustomed to already.

“I heard somethin fall. Y’alright?” He asks. His voice is low and quiet from his slumber and it makes Julian’s heart skip a beat. They give a small sigh and a smile, albeit a nervous one, as they reply.

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine! I just…spilt your coffee… sorry.”

“My coffee?” His tone shifts slightly and Julian catches on almost instantly. They shrink into themself as they nod and put the paper towel onto the stained counter before pushing the plate of food his way.

“I… I tried making you breakfast. Emphasis on tried. It’s all… it’s cold, and I broke the yolk, and I’m so sorry that–”

“For me?”

There’s that surprised look on his face. The one they wanted to see in the first place- the softness in his eyes, the love that he feels for them and the gesture radiating from his words alone. Despite messing up so badly… he’s still so happy. They can’t speak in response, only nod as they motion again towards the plate.

Cohen looks down at it- a smiley face. Cute. He gives a small smile and picks up the plate before taking the utensil provided and grabbing a bite. The moment the food hits his taste buds, he hums with content. It was cold, but that certainly doesn’t mean it’s bad. He can still taste the love that Julian poured into it. “It’s really good.”

“R-Really??” They sound almost surprised, earning a small hum and nod from their lover.

“Very.” He shuffles around the corner to be by their side, pressing a kiss on their temple. Just like they hoped for. “Thank you Julian.”

Julian feels their cheeks heat up from his thanks, leaning into him with a hum of their own. His free arm wraps around them and they wrap theirs around him too. In the blink of an eye they’ve forgotten all about their mishaps. All that’s on their mind now is him. A moment of silence, though soon broken by Cohen’s voice.

“Julian…”

“Hmm~?”

“The coffee’s spilling off the counter.”

“...Ah shit–”

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void-kissed · 11 months

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I've been wanting to put Clio in lots of pretty dresses for a while, because- well, she looks cute anyway no matter what she wears, but something pretty and summery like this just makes her even cuter, in my opinion. So I made this little render of her just for the fun of it! ^-^

(Anyone is welcome to comment on or reblog my work if they wish, as long as my DNI is respected!)

#a call from the void #creations from the void #made using MMD #OC selfshipping #this post is okay for anyone to reblog as long as my DNI is respected!#love: crown of clovers (clio)#selfship: of flowers unchained (clio/aria)#aaaah I love her so much #please don't mind the relative glitchiness of the necklace at her shoulder

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marzipanloves · 3 months

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💕🧸 and 🌈 for the oc f/o ask game? :)

(TYSM IVE BEEN WANTING TO GET ASKS AND STUFF)

I'll answer for my main 3, Ares, Idris, and Ador. (All 3 were made by @joolianjay my QP :3 !!)

💝 - what is your oc f/os love language (gift giving, acts of service, words of affirmation, etc)? what kind do they give and what kind do they like to receive?

Ares: Ares likes to flirt a ton so I'd say probably words of affirmation and physical touch. Giving whistles and flirty comments and compliments on top of being very physically affectionate any time I'm near him and I love it even when he's handsy SLDFKJSFDL

Idris: I think acts of service and quality time most often. They like to try to to do things for me ALL the time. Take care of chores, make sure everything's running smooth, helping me out however he can even when I assure him he doesn't have to do anything. Ze just love to help!! That and just being in the same room together whatever we're doing is a very comfortable chill even if it's silent. But that comforting kind of silence, knowing he's nearby always.

Ador: He's similar to Idris in giving acts of service and quality time, but also a TON of words of affirmation. He's SUPER good with his words, speaks very properly and poetically, gives a TON of super romantic compliments and comments that make my heart leap at the simplest of words.

🧸- what is your oc f/os sleeping habits? do they like to cuddle? do they sprawl out on the bed? do they kick the blankets off in the middle of the night?

Well it's easy to answer for Idris and Ador, as Idris is an angel, so ze doesn't need to sleep, and Ador is an entity made of a magical material, so he also doesn't need to sleep, rather rest the form he takes and he can sleep but it's more like a meditation, and he doesn't do so often, only when I ask to cuddle and for him to stay in bed with me.

Ares though, he's a bit of a funny sleeper. First of all he usually stays up really late, unless I drag him to bed with me which, he does mostly and it's gotten him to even his sleep schedule out a little. He usually sleeps on his back, arms behind his head or facing me holding me in some way or pulling me onto his chest. He's very warm and cuddly.

🌈 - is your oc f/o queer? what labels do they use, if any?

Well they're all dating me, a man, and are also primarily masc so I should sure hope so! /J

But yes! All of them are!

Ares is omnisexual,

Idris is gay/MLM and demisexual and is Novarian gender (under the Galactian Alignment System), using he/him, they/them and ze/zeph!

Ador is gay/MLM as well as Gray/asexual. Despite being human, as he identifies as a man despite not having a biological gender to be assigned he is also trans coded :)

#self ship #selfship #selfshipping #self shipping #OC selfshipping #OC self shipping #<- Tags for reach #Mars txt #My Angel #My Devil #Emerald Eyes

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minkymeatshop · 1 year

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shippy doodles <3 helia is off model and she’s also leaning against a wall and thats why she doesnt have her cane btw . sorry about drawing her legs wrong

[ID: A page of pencil sketches. On the left, Helia, a tall woman with voluminous curly hair and bird legs, smiles confidently and looks to the side. She has one arm tucked behind her head and the other up, and wears a tank top and shorts. On the upper right side, Lexi, a person with medium length wavy hair, looks somberly at the flower they are holding. They wear a wide brimmed hat and an off the shoulder top. On the bottom right side, Hedy, a woman with two long braids and goat ears, embraces Yin, a person with horns and pointed ears. They are smiling at each other. End ID]

@sennamybeloved @halsdaisy

#minkydraws #sepiazure #selfship art #selfship #selfshipper #selfshipping #oc selfshipping #oc x canon #except only 1 person on this whole page is a canon character LMAOOOO #love me like tomorrow we're dead

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belovecore · 9 months

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Don’t play twister with Exabyte

He cheats >:|

#oc selfshipping #self speaks #oc: exabyte #persona: zero #oc selfship

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ponyuyu · 1 month

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I don't know who needs to hear this right now but

That fictional old man does love you

He has such a soft spot in his heart for you

(Not for pro//shp stop touching this or i'm gonna tell the feds to check ur hard drive)

#f/o #fictional other #self insert #selfshipper #oc x canon #selfship #oc x f/o #safeship #safeshipping #yumeship #f/o imagines

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flowerhound · 1 year

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Okay I’ve been simmering on this today but like. We need more representations of fatness and weight gain as signs of healing. So so often in media weight loss is meant to be a sign of becoming healthier or happier and I’m ready to see more of the opposite!

Give me characters who hadn’t had secure access to food in the past having stable food and filling out from finally being able to eat when they’re hungry.

Give me characters who have always felt like they had to adhere to a standard for fear of judgment finally gaining weight as they become more comfortable with themselves and their bodies.

Give me couples getting fatter together because they know they’ll be loved and because life’s too short to worry about dieting and controlling intake all the time.

Give me characters who’ve struggled with disordered eating habits in the past who get progressively chunkier as they recover with the help of people who adore them.

Give me fatness as a sign of comfort. Of health. Of security and recovery and confidence. Give me fatness as a sign of happiness.

#fat positvity #selfship #selfshipping #self insert #oc x canon #love letters #this is not for people who see fat bodies as fetishes btw! chasing y’all away with a broom #ask to tag

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moving-to-dreamwinged · 4 months

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#actually you know what. Memes it #it’s always my dumbest posts that pop off so hey… perhaps…#f/o #f/o community #f/o meme #selfship #selfship community #self ship #self ship community #selfshipper #selfshipping #self shipping community #self shipping #f/o x self insert #f/o x s/i #oc x canon #silly goose stuff

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sanguineships · 1 month

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“this character is a heartless villain they’d never love you or ur oc” “this character doesn’t do romance” “this—“

LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER

WRONG! you or your oc is the exception

#🍷enchantment #self shipping #self ship #f/o community #self ship community #f/o #shipping #fictional other #selfship #self insert #oc x canon

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ocselfshipping · 2 months

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OC F/O PROMPT #1

if you haven't already, you should make a playlist for your oc f/o! this can be songs that remind you of them in general or a ship playlist for you both :) feel free to reblog/tag me in posts with the link to your playlist so i can rb!

proship/comship dni.

#prompt #oc f/o #oc x self insert #oc x s/i #f/o oc #self insert x oc #s/i x oc #selfship #self shippers #self shipping #self shipper #self ships #oc selfship #oc selfships #oc selfshipper #oc selfshipping

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tiny-cloud-of-flowers · 7 months

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chaining cherry blossom to clover (Clio/Aria)

Clio being chosen for the Dandelions means she gets to avoid the approaching Keyblade War, and Aria vows to find a way to join her in the new world despite not also being chosen. Despite the road ahead not being clear, a very special gift is given, one which would come to be the key to the two reuniting later down the line. (1974 words)

(Anyone is welcome to comment on or reblog my work, as long as my DNI is respected! A transcript of the document is located under the readmore.)

When the Dandelions began to be chosen, the Sapphires were one of the first parties whose members were approached, to the surprise of approximately none of them.

After all, although the group’s existence and purpose did not become widely known for some time, it seemed logical in retrospect that the party which once collected more Lux than any other in the Anguis Union (save for one) would harbour many Keyblade wielders with powerful light; wielders who were therefore wanted, wielders who were valued, wielders whose identities - their bonds to their parties and their Unions - would all be cast aside as they would be made Dandelions, made into Dandelions.

As war’s shadow loomed ever closer over Daybreak Town, tensions slowly but surely rising up to boiling point, the Sapphires found themselves being able to count more than one of their wielders in the ranks of the Dandelions - the ranks of the few who had been chosen from all others to survive the world’s end, leaving the rest of the people they had known to simply fall and be lost in the senseless combat that fate would have them march towards.

“So they want you as well, do they?”

Aria’s casual question that she already knew the answer to reignited the spark in her girlfriend’s eyes as the two sat together by the sunset-lit fountain one evening.

“Yes!” came Clio’s reply, in a light voice that shone with much of her typical positive temperament. “I really can’t say I saw it coming, but it feels like such an honour, you know?”

“I can only imagine it must.”, Aria smiled, though her own tone was comparatively much more subdued. “After all, so few individuals have been selected for such an important role.”

“Mmm! Yeah, that’s.. a really good point..” Clio’s excitement had softened and dissolved somewhat as she picked up on her girlfriend’s quietness. It was easy for her to tell when something was up with Aria, based on subtle details like the way her catlike ears were slightly downcast, or how her wings were subconsciously tilted to face the floor; it had gotten to the point where she couldn’t help but feel slightly surprised when others said that Aria was almost impossible to read, and tended to blame it on things like her cold way of speaking, or the mask that she wore across the lower half of her face.

“..What’s wrong, Ari?”

“I.. it’s nothing.” she tried to insist.

At this, Clio shifted closer towards her on the fountain’s edge, reaching forwards to place a comforting hand on Aria’s shoulder. “Are you sure? I don’t wanna pry if it’s not something you want to talk about, but if something’s up, then it isn’t good to keep it locked up in your heart or anything.“

Careful not to shake Clio’s hand away in the process, Aria shifted, drawing her legs up to lean them on the edge of the fountain. Her wings were now being held outwards slightly to better improve her balance, ensuring she would not go toppling backwards into the fountain.

“It’s.. more that I don’t know how to word it properly without sounding mean..?” she tried to explain. She was looking away at this point, and her left hand was absentmindedly toying with the ribbon of her hairpin, while her right hand held her legs.

“Huh? How so?” Clio asked her. “..What, d’you think I shouldn’t have been picked or something?”

“What? No, it isn’t that at all!” she clarified quickly, finally turning to look at Clio’s now-worried expression. Her own eyes carried surprise; she would never doubt Clio’s worth like that.

“It’s of no surprise to us that you were selected, because you possess such strong light. But you’re not arrogant with it like so many others of similar strength seem to end up being - in fact, I would say you’re the only person with such bright light that I feel so comfortable being around like this.” she admitted. “So, in many ways, you’re perfect for this.”

“Aww, that’s really kind of you to say!” she replied, worry fading away with relative ease and becoming relief. “But, uh.. What is it, then? If I can ask that?”

“Of course you can ask that.” Aria stated plainly. “It’s just.. If you go with the Dandelions, I won’t be permitted to come with you.”

“Why not? I’m.. sure they’d let me bring you with me!” Clio tried to smile further and be reassuring, but the way her voice faltered slightly indicated she was not entirely confident in her statement.

“..Maybe if what they were after were simply strong Keyblade wielders. But they aren’t.” she insisted, turning her head to look down at the ground again. “All they want is light; they’re gathering those whose hearts have strong light inside of them, and leaving everyone else to the chaos that we all know is coming. So, the last thing they would want within their precious ranks is something like me.”

“Oh.. I guess I didn’t think of it like that.” Clio shuffled closer once again, trying to give Aria as much comfort as she could after hearing the “something” and the spite in her tone. “But, if a war really is on its way like they said it was, then surely they’d just want to rescue as many people as they could from it?”

“That would be the sensible way of going about things, but..” She let out a sigh. “Keyblade wielders who have darkness in their hearts are seen by some as weaker, or less trustworthy. Even moreso if those wielders actively try to make use of their natural affinity for darkness, if they happen to have it. It’s.. arguably not entirely misguided, considering the corruptive effect that darkness can have on people’s hearts when too much is present, but that doesn’t mean that everyone who wields the darkness is evil.” Her hand was playing with her hairpin again.

Now it was Clio’s turn to sigh, feeling dejected. “I sure wish more people could actually see that instead of insisting otherwise..”

There was a fairly long pause as the older wielder trailed off, and the pair of girlfriends could only hear the steadily-flowing water from the fountain they were sat on the edge of.

“I mean.. I haven’t technically joined the Dandelions yet.” Clio then stated, taking a moment to lift up the crown of clovers she wore around her head to stop it slipping. “There’s meant to be a meeting pretty soon, but.. I could always just stay here with you instead! At the end of the day, I- I really don’t want to lose you..”

“No.” came Aria’s response, bluntly but not coldly. “You should go with them.”

“Huh? But.. what about you?” she replied. “And everyone else, too - I can’t just leave everyone to suffer while I go with the others!”

“Just because they don’t want me there doesn’t mean I won’t go there, clover.” she stated, very matter-of-factly. “If you’re with them, then I’ll just find a way to make it to you. And it’ll be easier to do that if you go with them, because not only will they then be easier to find, but I can be more certain of your safety while I hunt for them.”

“You really think you can follow them..?” she wondered.

“Yes.”

“..How?” she then asked. “I mean, I definitely reckon you could do it, but.. You sound surprisingly sure about it. A lot more than I would be, in your shoes.”

“..It’s because of this.”

For the third time that evening, Aria’s hand found her hairpin, but this time it was much more deliberate - she reached up above where the ribbon ends hung and carefully brought her fingers around the cherry blossom flower in its centre, running her thumb across its large, soft petals.

“..Your hairpin?” Clio asked.

“Yes.” she repeated. “If you’ll have it, then.. Please take this with you when you go with the rest of the Dandelions. Take it as a promise, and a sign - if it’s with you, then the rest of me can follow. And I will follow, somehow, even if we don’t quite know the method yet. I will find a way to be with you, no matter what it takes. Whether I’m a Dandelion or not.”

A brief moment passed as Clio’s eyes became glittery with tears.

“Aww, you’re going to make me blush, Ari! That’s so sweet of you to say, I.. I don’t think I know what to say! Of course I’ll take it, if you’re okay with giving it to me!”

She smiled. “I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t.”

Using her right hand as well to ensure none of her hair got unnecessarily caught, Aria carefully moved her hands into position, her dark red nails that Clio had painted for her working their way to where the cherry blossom grew from. She then took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and tugged as hard as she could bring herself to pull. Despite bracing for the action, she still let out an involuntary hiss as she did this, wincing and shutting her eyes much more tightly as the pale pink flower came sailing away from her head with the force.

Keeping her right hand pressed against the left side of her head to try and lessen the intensity of that awfully sharp pain she now felt, she tried desperately to stop tears forming in her eyes, before all of a sudden becoming aware that a strong hand was pressing into her back, gently but firmly, just below her wings.

“I’ve got you.” came Clio’s voice from her right-hand side, before her other hand reached up to clear the tears from Aria’s eyes. “You nearly sent yourself right into the water with how hard you pulled on that.”

“It.. was needed..” she replied, somewhat vaguely. Her head was now tilted to be facing Clio’s more directly, allowing her to see her girlfriend’s supportive if slightly concerned expression. She could feel both her arm and her hand on her back now, giving her confidence that she would not fall backwards even if she wasn’t holding herself upright out of tension.

It was then that Aria realised she had one more thing left to do, so she moved her left hand towards Clio’s right. Resting on her open palm was the flower that once rested in the centre of the hairpin she had never been seen without, the blossom’s five pink petals and two green leaves looking delicate and tender in the sunset’s light. As carefully as if she were handling a baby bird, Clio reached out and tentatively lifted up the flower, making sure not to accidentally damage the petals as she took a closer look before then holding it close to her chest. It seemed to attach itself directly to her jacket once she had decided where it would go.

“..Thank you.” was all Aria could say to fill the silence, her voice just as soft as the flower petals felt to touch. The sharpness of the pain was thankfully becoming somewhat duller and less intrusive with time, and Clio’s gesture of bringing the flower to her heart was something she had treasured immensely.

“Don’t worry, shadow. I’ll keep this safe for you.” Clio declared, now placing her hand on her chest next to the flower. “You’ve just got to make sure you stay safe as well.”

“I will. I trust you, clover.” she replied, shifting to more properly reciprocate her girlfriend’s support with a hug. “No matter what the future holds.. No matter how long it takes.. I will reach you, and we’ll both make it past whatever is coming, in our own ways.”

As the last of the sunlight faded, the pair stayed and cherished this moment in each other’s arms.

#heart of the void #creations from the void #selfshipping #OC selfshipping #selfship: of flowers unchained (clio/aria)#love: crown of clovers (clio)#self‑insert: darkness' champion (aria)#of lux and daybreak (union x)#of hearts and friendship (kingdom hearts)#previous pieces #that will be the tag for anything I’ve reuploaded like this. please feel free to filter it out if you don’t want to see things many times #anyone is welcome to reblog this post as long as my DNI is respected #comments are also appreciated but never required #technically speaking this precedes the two pieces I’ve written for the darkling AU but it also is canon outside of that AU as well

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