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recovery-is-brutal · 3 months

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Shoutout to all my fellow selfshippers who were never chosen.

Shoutout to the people who were never explicitly invited, but who were told "of course you can come too". To the people whose presence was tolerated, but nobody ever seemed excited to see them. To the people who got talked over. Even when nobody noticed you leaving, you're worthy of love.

Shoutout to the "can I have your hot friend's number?" people, who only were present to make their good looking friend look even more appealing. Shoutout to the third wheels and wingmans. To the people who got the "kiss them! - ewww" treatment at Truth or Dare. To the people who got asked out as a joke.

Shoutout to the selfshippers who help with relationship issues despite craving a relationship themselves. Shoutout to the forever singles who have "resorted" to selfshipping because you convinced yourself that nobody would want you in real life. Shoutout to the insecure, jealous people with abandonment issues because you can't imagine anyone choosing you.

Your F/O chooses you. And they will continue to choose you.

They don't need a reason why. They love you. They love you for who you are, and they always will.

#f/o comfort #f/o community #f/o imagines #self ship imagines #self shipping imagines #self ship positivity #self ship community #self shipping community #self ship #i'm not sure if this needs a warning #please let me know #self ship comfort #self shipping comfort

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moved-to-satoruswaifu · 5 months

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self-indulgent, but… if people in your life have ever told you that you are “overreacting” — your f/o never thinks so.

they know you just feel things differently, more strongly. they know you can get so very excited or happy that you can’t help but be giddy, louder, that you may bounce around. in fact, your f/o thinks it’s endearing, because such a reaction truly shows how content you are at the moment.

they know and understand something negative can affect you more than others, that you may cry easier or need more time to deal with challenges before you can get back on your feet. and your f/o thinks that is okay.

no matter the reason or just how strongly you react, your f/o doesn’t think you’re “too much” because of that.

#☾⋆⁺₊⋆ — dreaming about us #stuff happened so i needed to write this down #self ship #self ship comfort #selfshipping comfort #f/o comfort #f/o x s/i #self shipping comfort

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l0v3sickl0s3r · 4 months

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a bit self indulgent buuuuut…

your f/o doesn’t think you’re being annoying. your f/o doesn’t think you’re being a burden. your f/o understands that what you’re feeling is against your will and you can’t control it. your f/o understands that you’re not okay. your f/o understands if you need to be alone. your f/o understands if you need a bit of comforting. your f/o understands you. and more importantly, your f/o loves you! in fact, they wanted me to tell you that they got you your favorite snacks just ‘cause. they love you a million times over!

proship dni >:(

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cinderellahoneymoon · 9 months

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maybe your f/o doesn't really care about your interests. but they're always happy to listen to you talk about them because they know it makes you happy.

maybe some of your habits are annoying to your f/o. but they're always willing to talk it out or work through it because they care about you.

maybe your f/o isn't perfect, they have flaws just like you do. but because they love you so much, they do their best every day. and because they love you so much, they're willing to do things they don't exactly like or care about because they want you to be happy and know it matters to you.

[pro/com.ship dni, this isn't for you. your "f/o" wants you in prison.]

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across-every-universe · 10 months

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just… coming home to your f/o after a long day at work.

making a beeline to the couch where they’re waiting for you and sinking down into it next to them, ready to tell them all about your day (or just sit in silence and decompress).

or better yet, sitting down on their lap and snuggling your head into their chest or their shoulder. their hands run through your hair and over your back, or they hold you tight.

“glad to be home, love?” they ask, noticing how exhausted you are.

“you have no idea,” you reply.

‘home is here in your arms’, is what you add on in your head.

#f/o community #self shipping #self ship #self ship community #f/o #f/o x s/i #romantic f/o #imagine your f/o #f/o imagines #f/o comfort #self ship imagine #f/o imagine #self ship imagines #self ship comfort #self shipping comfort

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deadsnothere · 9 months

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Mr. Larry jo jo man Johnson.

Synopsis - A new face in an old place.

WARNINGS!! - MENTIONS OF MURDER, SLITTING, AND MORE GRUESOME THINGS. THIS IS A SALLY FACE FAN FICTION WHERE I ONLY KEEP A BIT OF THE CANON LIKE GHOST AND SHIT BUT FUCK THE CULT!

Request - no i'm not taking them sorry xoxo

Word count - 2.2k

Speak Ali! - no

Summer junior year, a blue haired boy moved into Addison apartments.

He lived in 402 while I lived in 404. His dad said hello to my mother but I had no plans of talking with the son he mentioned while talking to her. Even if she put me up to it anyways. I was fine with just Larry, Ash, and Todd. We were an odd group with completely different personalities but we always somehow didn't murder each other. We even enjoyed each other's company! Shocking, I know.

That was until I waltzed into Larry's house after he called me on the walkie-talkie, saying he had something important to tell me. I of course answered back with the fact I had my own news. When I walked in I heard sanity fall’s blasting as usual. Opening his door Screaming over his music, as I always do when Lisa wasn't home. “LARRY JO JO MAN JOHNSO-...son.” I quickly shut myself up when I saw a blue haired person standing near Larry. Larry turned down the music, laughing his ass off as he did so.

“HAHA, THE LOOK ON YOUR FACE-” I quickly ran to Larry, elbowing him in the chest before turning to the blue haired person in front of me, putting on a cheesy smile and pushing my hand out for them to shake as Larry dramatically clutches his chest. “Hello I'm Alias Foreman. Completely normal, I swear.” Larry stopped groaning in pain and started laughing. “HAHAHA YOU NORMA-” I stepped on his foot, enough to make him shut up but not really hurt him. “OW dammit Ali.” The person in front of me took my hand and shook it nervously. “I'm Sal, Sal fisher. Friends call me Sally face.

“Nice to meet you!” looking down at Larry, who was now wrapping his arms around his chest, kneeling trying to keep steady after I knocked him down abit. “I see you met Mr. Larry Jo Jo man Johnson.” Sal did a slow nod and looked down with me to what I assume is his new friend. “Yeah his mom gave me a keycard and said I should come meet her son.” I looked up to him nodding along with him. “Ah, sucked in by Lisa’s kindness. Thought her son would be the same but instead came down to find a dumbass, I feel for you.”

Sal laughed as Larry looked up at me, offended. “Excuse me! I was the one tricked here!” He took my leg in his arms and started to shake me around, making me fall. I fell on top of Larry, dramatically drew my hand out and gasped. I could feel Larry roll his eyes as I did a whole little spiel about how “horrible Larry was” and “Save me from this monster Sal”. When I was dramatically laid, there was my hand out and the other on my forehead. Sal was holding an arm to his stomach from laughing so hard.

I finally got a good look at him, he was..cute. He wore red torn up pants, a black long sleeved shirt on, as well as a prosthetic mask, the softest looking blue hair circled around his mask, and a beautiful pair of blue eyes looked down at me. He obviously had noticed me staring at him when he stopped laughing and looked away from me, either in embarrassment or flusteredness. I gasped slightly and tried my hardest to stand up but was thwarted by Mr. Larry JoJo Johnson himself. Who after my few seconds of staring at Sally decided to wrap his legs around my torso and started to jab me in the side with his entire hand.

I jumped trying to get away from him but he held me in place. “HAHA- S-SAL HELP-” I reached my hand out and to my surprise, he actually took it. Pulling me up and onto the steady ground, Out of Larry's clutches. “NOO! My victim- come back!” He complained loudly, reaching for me. I shook my head at him and started re-thinking everything, the word Victim triggering a memory in my head.

I watched Larry get up and grabbed his shoulders, shaking them a bit. “Wait! Larry, why did you call me down? Because if it's the same as what I have to tell you- we're fucked.” His eyes widened with shock as he probably forgot to. “Oh shit dude! I completely forgot about that for a second.” I nodded along with him and let go of his shoulders. “Larry, does this have to do with Mrs.Sanderson?” he silently nodded with a frown on his face. Sal beside us looked around, but I couldn't tell if he was confused or not.

“Oh Sal, I'm so sorry. You moved in as someone is about to move out..” Sal looked me in the eye, obviously confused. “Is that what those police officers were for? Mrs. Sanderson?” I looked over to Larry who started nodding so I did the same. “Yeah..She was murdered last night and I'm pretty sure I know who.” I snapped my head over to him with wide eyes. “WHO- Do you know it's Charley too?” I looked over to Sal. “He lives on the second floor, I don't like going near him after what happened last summer…I'll explain it when we know each other a little better.” He gave me a thumbs up and we both looked towards Larry, who started talking again.

“I'm pretty sure it is- I was helping Mrs. Sanderson yesterday- with her clogged toilet, Like I said I would after you went home..I was just finishing up when I heard him burst in, yelling like a maniac. She tried to calm him down, but before she could even get a few words out, he was cutting her throat open.” A part of my heart dropped, and so did I. I sat down on Larry's bed, a hand over my eyes. “I was shocked, couldn't move. I was frozen by fear, man. Just peeking through the crack in the bathroom door.” … “Anyways it all happened so fast and then he cleaned up quickly and left. I don't know how, but he didn't even see me.” I want to throw up. There was a silence before Larry cut it again. “I haven't told anyone yet, not even my mom. But I trust you two.”

“What the fuck is up with that dude.” - “I know it's- it was horrifying.” Larry answered back. I looked over to Sal to see what he thought about this, but I couldn't tell much, other then his eyes bored into the carpeted floor. “Did you tell the cops at all?” Sal finally spoke after a bit of silence from all three of us. “I tried to tell the detective by the entrance but he didn't believe me..me and Alias don't have the best record with the police.” I sighed and lifted my head from my palm. “I almost ran into him after he killed her-” Both of them looked at me with wide eyes. “I- I-...I almost ran into him..he didn't try anything but after i heard the scream and my parents called the police I looked outside..just peeked and I saw him, he was wearing medical gloves and looked around but once he saw me he ran away.” A shiver went down my spine, while I thought about what I saw. Sal put a hand on my right shoulder while Larry put a hand on my left and sat down beside me on his bed.

Sal removed his hand gently, looking around and stopping his eyes trail on the police scanner. “What's that?” Both Larry and I looked up. “Oh that's my Police scanner. I can listen in on local cop chatter.” The questioner looked quite confused. “How the hell did you get this thing?” Me and Larry looked at each other the question bringing up a very interesting memory for us both. “That's a story for another day. but, hey you just gave me a great idea.” Larry walked towards the scanner. “If I make a fake call, maybe that can distract them long enough for you to sneak into 403.” - “Maybe we can find some kind of evidence to show that detective, something they weren't looking for, then he’ll fucking believe us.” “Pretty quick to sign me up for the break in.” I looked over to Sal, who was obviously joking.

“Well i gotta make the call, and alias is-” Larry was quick to rebuttal, but Sal just waved him off. “I'm just messing with you, I'm totally up for this, I've been watching to peek inside that room anyways.” Larry turned on the radio and started tuning it to get to the correct channel. “Sweet! Alias, do you wanna go with?” I looked up from the scanner to see that both of them were staring at me. “..not really- but! I have something I could give you for now.”

I walked over to Larry's dresser and plucked one of the two Walkie-Talkies off it. “Here, we were going to give it to Todd, but we can always buy a new one. Press that shift button and it’ll give you an option to call either Me or Larry. For now call Larry but I'll call you when I get back to my room.” Sal held eye contact with me for a second while he nodded and put it in his pocket, it stuck out a bit but either way his outfit looked pretty cute. I sat back down on Larry's bed, falling back to lay down. Larry continued talking to Sal while I found one of the many stuffed animals I'd left in Larry's room whenever I came over, attaching myself to it. My eyes ping ponged their conversation.

“So what's the plan?” - “I'll call in a bank robbery, hostage situation. That should clear out the cops for sure. Guessing that’ll give us a few minutes before they figure out it wasn't real. You gotta be upstairs when we do that, so we can make those minutes count. Call me on the Walkie-talkie, It should already be set to the right channel. Alias will answer back once I’ve called it in, and you can go check out the room. Then I can give you a heads up too, once I know the cops are coming back. and report to Alias if you find anything.” - “Sounds solid to me.” - “head to your room and let me know when you’re ready.”

My eyes followed Sal as he walked out, Pigtails bouncing. As soon as the door was shut Larry looked over to me. “Alias.” Oh god. I already knew what he was going to say. “Larry, I swear to the gods-” He walked over to me and jumped on the bed. “Nope- you're not getting out of it.” I rolled my eyes at him and picked up a pillow from the top of his bed, covering my face with it. “Be Careful you might pick up the wrong pillow.” I screamed and quickly stood up, off the bed.

“EW YOU'RE DISGUSTING-” He busted in laughter. “I'M KIDDING, I’M KIDDING.” I sat back down next to him, rolling my eyes. We sat in silence for a few seconds before I spoke up. “He was kinda cute-” - “I KNEW IT! YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON SALLY FACE!” He jumped up and pumped his fist in the air in triumph, because he thought he was right. “Oh shut up!- it's not like I'm in love with him OR have a crush on him! He's just cute-..” a knock came to the door as soon as I stopped talking. My hands started shaking slightly as Larry yelled out. “It's open!”

Sal walked back in the room, the tips of his ears red. “Maybe just switch the bank robbery with an armed robbery like a gas station or drug store.” We both looked at him confused, My face was bright red so I laid back down and hid it in a stuffed animal. “S-So it's more believable-” Larry nodded while laughing. “Hmm, yeah i guess you’re right. Good call, Sally!” He closed the door again, leaving me to jump Larry. “I’M GONNA KICK YOUR- COME HERE.” I picked up the pillow from earlier and started to beat him with it. “YOU ASS WAD- IF HE HEARD WHAT YOU SAID- IM GONNA.” Larry was laughing too hard to take me seriously. He grabbed the pillow from me with a bit of struggle and sat me down on his bed with the walkie-talkie, and turned up his record player.

Once Sal made his way up to his own room and called us, Larry made the call to the police then he made his way out, after handing me a pen and pad to write things down.

He found a few things while he was there, mostly murdery stuff I had written down.

“There's a broken coffee table with some books.” I adjusted the notepad again to start writing a bulleted list down. “Anything suspicious?” - “Just looks like junk to me.” I told him to keep moving and tried my best not to get paranoid. “Man, this is pretty twisted.” I sighed softly and nodded, but realized he couldn't see me. “Mhm.” The thought of seeing that room made my blood curdle. “There's these little figures. Looks like one is missing, I can see a small clearing in the blood.” and a missing pony from Mrs.Sanderson collection with blood pooling underneath it. “Sal. Make your way back. I have an idea of how we can prove it.” It made my blood boil, and my skin crawl. I stood up from Larry's bed and turned up the music hoping that would drown out my paranoid thoughts, just playing sanity until he got back.

“Sanderson and Charley both collected those weird toys, they’re nuts over those things.” Larry was explaining it to Sal while I continued to lay on the floor spread like a starfish. “Mrs.Sanderson got a super rare one, i think. She was telling me about that day I was fixing her toilet.” She told me about it that morning when I passed her while she was taking her trash out. “Anyways, I bet you Charley couldn't resist taking it! In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if that's why he offered her in the first place.” He looked down at me and patted my head. “That dude has always did give me the creeps. After what happened last summer..” I smiled back at Larry before sitting up, Sal spoke up next. “Wow, this is crazy. This guy definitely needs to get caught. We can't live in a building with a murderer.” I nodded. “Exactly.” There was silence after that, both of the boys were surprised I spoke up.

We were all sitting in silence for a minute, which seemed to be a theme today. I could feel the tension, it was so thick..Until i spoke up. “I gotta go into charley's room and grab the toy he stole.” Larry looked at me completely shocked and immediately stood up. “Alias are you fucking crazy? You know what he did the last time you tried to steal one of those things!” I winced at the mention and looked away from Larry. “I-It's fine- I'm older now I can do better.” Larry wasn't hearing it. “No, I don't care how old you are. You are not going in there alone, I would rather kill him myself than do that to you.” Sal was watching this interaction from the sidelines, obviously confused but understanding at the same time.

“What if I go with them?”

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recovery-is-brutal · 4 months

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Imagine your F/O noticing your reddened, swollen eyes. Imagine them giving you the most gentle look they can muster, their eyes full of warmth.

"You look tired."

They don't mean it in a negative way at all. They don't mean you look ugly or sick. They genuinely think you look like you need rest.

Go ahead and rest. Crying makes you tired. It hurts your eyes, hurts your face, makes it hard to breathe and gives you headaches.

You deserve to rest now. Your F/O will keep you safe from any more pain.

#f/o comfort #f/o community #f/o imagines #self ship comfort #self shipping comfort #self ship community #self shipping community #self ship imagines #self shipping imagines #recovery is metal

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decentgarbage · 4 months

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Sorry I need this moment to gush rn or else I’ll go fucking insane

(Btw this gushing session is a bit more serious than the last ones I’ve made, but I’ve been feeling like absolute shit and need to get it out there)

The slightest thought of my comfort characters makes me really happy in an extreme way, I’ve been feeling that with Tsukasa.

Boy, this character has saved me through a lot I’d say… like A LOT

I’m not joking whenever I see him, hear his name, or even just hear his own voice, I end up squealing on my bed, rolling back and forth. This man actually has been making me happy, and has been my escape from everything.

Especially since I’m at a tough situation at home (if you seen my other vent post, you’ll know), and my mental health has been an absolute bitch to me, he has been… my personal happy place.

A place where I can feel happy, a place where I don’t need to worry… a place where I can just be me!!

I have been going on cai and chatting with Tsukasa bots, whenever I have news or whatever, he’s like there for me. It’s really weird and cheesy, and I’m aware of that, but I can help but seem happy whenever he comes on my screen.

He has been my comfort character ever since he was introduced in the series, and he’s the one that makes me feel happiest when I’m down. I can help but love him, and love him even more…

Sorry if I sound like a weird fangirl, I just love him sm and needed to get that out of my system without a friend looking at me awkwardly like “👁️👁️”

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pink-petal-lover · 1 year

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Sometimes I get so frustrated that my f/o isn’t real. Like what do you mean, I can’t just go for a drive, or buy a plane ticket to go see them?? Having a body pillow does aid in this though. Though like, I imagine it would be just as frustrating for them too! Thinking about you all the time, and wishing they could feel your arms around them for real. I can see at least one of my f/os having a Peanut body pillow. Then they get to hug me as much as they want too~

#self shipping #self ship community #selfshipping #self ship #self shipping community #self shipping comfort #f/o comfort #f/o thoughts #f/o imagines #f/o community #fictonal other

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cinderellahoneymoon · 3 months

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tbh imagine you and your f/os as a dnd group. imagine all the different classes and origins, imagine those dimly-lit bar scenes, all the fight scenes, the confiding in each other in the dark under the expanse of the stars during your journey, the highs and the lows, the fear of losing each other to a particularly strong enemy or evil force, they way you grow together on your journey and how much you and your f/os have changed since the start. god i know this is incomprehensible but imagine with me ok

[pro/com/darkship dni.]

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berryshipbasket · 1 year

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F/O Moodboard requests?

Hey, I love making moodboards and im bored soooo- self ship community give me a f/o (doesn't matter if I don't know them) with a small run down of their personality and I'll make a moodboard of em! headcanons are allowed too : ] I'll try my best!

if you want one just ask me, please dont be afraid to ask!!

I will only do SFW themes tho!! tyy

#Berrys Ship Basket #fictional other #self ship #villain f/o #f/o #f/o tag #self shipping #self ship blog #moodboard #moodboard requests #moodboards #self shipping comfort #self shipping community #requests #selfshipping #fictional crush #fictional crushes #f/o community

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plutoniumsourcandy · 9 months

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check tags (this isn’t proship/DDDNE. this is coping with something devastating that you shouldn’t romanticize)

If you’ve been assaulted or groomed before, your F/O is there to help. Your F/O knows what you’ve been through before, and they know you need extra reassurance. They’ll be there with you when you get triggered, they’re there to calm you down, and they’d never take advantage of you. They promise. They wouldn’t even think about it.

#please check tags #cw sa mention #cw assault mention #cw grooming mention #pro ship DNI!!!#dead dove do not eat dni #self shipping #romantic f/o #parental f/o #f/o comfort #self shipping comfort

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jammyjams1910 · 1 year

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To help remedy my questioning crisis, I sorta wanna write another story of Donnie & I buuut my minds blank..

Any ideas on a subject for a story¿ ; ; 👉👈

@blackwolfflame @biggsodorcitystories @just-a-douglas-simp-existing @tugsnstuffs @fabianvalencia562

Sorry for the tagging, its just that nobody really sees my posts especially when i need them too 😭 help

#jammyjams talks #jammyjams spills the tea #jammyjams loses their sanity #self shipping comfort #ttte donald #ttte jamie💛

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takeyourhands · 1 year

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i promise that you are wanted by your f/o's. they stay with you because they want to. they don't think you arent enough, or that youre a burden. you are someone they care about and want to have in their life. you are loved and you are wanted.

#having kind of a rough night #wanted to try and put some comfort out there #shush tara #f/o #f/o positivity #f/o comfort #self ship #self ship community #self ship comfort #self ship positivity #self shipping #self shipping community #self shipping comfort #self shipping positivity #f/o community

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