Whenever I Like Your Self Ship Posts, Please Imagine Me Holding Up Pompoms And Yelling "YEAH!!!!" Every

Which ones the f/o and which is the s/i is the real question

My body is but a #horror sans temple.

f/o who loves you even if you don’t present as the gender you identify as. f/o who loves you even if you haven’t transitioned or can’t. f/o who will be accepting of you even if you constantly try out new identities or experiment and don’t find it a burden at all. f/o who loves you for you

SHOUTOUT TO PLATONIC, FAMILIAL, AND OTHER NON-ROMANTIC SELSHIPPERS. Yes, your f/o sees you as the most amazing best friend in the world. Your f/o is so thankful that you're their son/daughter/kid/cousin/what have you. Even your pet f/o? You're their best buddy. They feel so grateful that you're in your life. Having an f/o that is platonic is so entirely valid, and trust me when I say that you are supported and seen.

𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅

Looks at you guys... :3

Reblog this post if you want people to give you asks of characters they think you would selfship with

Proship/Adjacent dni. This isn't for you.

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I love them literally sm!!! My team rocket husband and my gem wife!! Although, I'm kinda afraid of getting judged for selfshipping with a fusion because "OH SHE'S A RELATIONSHIP!!!", but honestly I DO NOT care!

Assuming that the ship is canon too 🫶

(I hope the wording makes sense 😭)

𝔇𝔯𝔞𝔟𝔟𝔩𝔢 𝔐𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔥

As I have decided to participate in the 2025 drabble month, hosted by @thedrabblecollective, I have put together a series of drabbles following the given prompts. Day twelve . . . ‘Scones,’ as a 𝐶𝑎𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑜 × 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 .

“Is . . . something the matter?”

His voice is quiet, near hesitant. You gape at the table, burdened with an assortment of desserts: petits fours, butter biscuits, scones . . . My God, just how long has he been in that kitchen?

You look up, only to see yet another tray of snickerdoodles in his hands. His gloves——even his mask——are daubed with frosting and cake batter. “. . . You plan on sharing this with the others, yes?”

He cocks his head, ponytail swaying. “They are for you,” he says rather simply.

Your gaze flicks to the dozens of desserts covering the counters, then back to him. “. . . Really?”

⊰༻𝐈༺⊱ @the-traveling-poet, @pinkberryfox, @peascribbles; 𝑑𝑚, 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑠𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑑. 𝑜𝑟, 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚.

⊰༻𝐈𝐈༺⊱ 𝐷𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝒉𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑛 . . .