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[eclipsedships]

Blog intro thing

Yo, I'm Eclipse. This is my self ship blog, where I archive my self ship art, and reblog self shipping posts. My Main™ blog (the one that asks other blogs questions) is @midnightchronicles87, but my actual main blog is @eclipsedmoon87, so come say hi if you feel like it.

If you find this blog and either have the same f/o, or just here for the reblogs, feel free to follow. I'm perfectly willing to share.

F/Os and tags below the cut

Romantic f/os (💕 for current main f/o)

💕TFA Blitzwing: A Taste of Madness

TFA Prowl: Calm in the Eye of the Storm

TFA Megatron: Rebel Without a Cause... Unless?

MegaBlitzProwl: SoulSparks + tag of bot in question

GLaDOS (Portal): The Only Companion I Need is You

TFA Jazz: Sweet Dreams are Made of Music

JazzProwlBlitz: Ninjas and Oddities + tag of bot in question

Currently crushing on:

💕Shadow Milk Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom): Lies Dipped in Darkness

TFP Knockout/Breakdown (both of them)

TFP Soundwave

Bowser (mario)

TFA Shockwave: Flames Burning Bright in the Darkest Shadows

Lord Black Hat (Villainous)

Dr. Flug (Villainous)

Rouge the Bat

Shadow the Hedgehog

Platonic f/os:

TFA Optimus Prime

TFA Bulkhead

TFA Bumblebee

TFA Ratchet

TFA Lugnut

TFA Starscream

Waluigi (mario)

Fictional Enemies

TFA Sentinel Prime

TFA Ultra Magnus

TFP Megatron

TFA Lockdown

TFP Airachnid

Unrequited crushes

TFA Bulkhead (him on me in CitEotS)

TFA Shockwave (me on him in SoulSparks)

Whatever I've got going on with them (the complicated section):

TFP Starscream (jury's still out on what type he is so he goes here): Stars in the Night Sky

Pet f/os

Umbreon (Pokémon)

[dormantshipping]

What kind of handwriting does your F/O have?

Barely legible / Scribbly

Chaotic, but readable

Average, it's pretty regular handwriting

Technical, not fancy but just controlled with little to no decoration

Neat, not overly fancy but nice to look at

Careful and neat, might be cursive or might be fancy

Heavily cursive / Calligraphic

Very elegantly

Voting ended onJul 14

[dormantshipping]

Is your F/O good at keeping secrets?

Absolutely

Most of the time

Only if necessary

Selectively

Somewhat

Not really

Barely ever, if at all

Voting ended onJul 15

[dormantshipping]

Does your F/O handle pressure well?

Easily overwhelmed, they fall apart quickly under too much pressure

Not very well. Too much stress can derail them quickly

They can manage little or reasonable amounts of stress

They can manage stress steadily, but high amounts of stress are too much

Almost, they can adapt under pressure but it can still get to them

Yes, they are resilient and can bounce back

Yes, they are highly adaptable to most stressful situations

Completely, yes. They stay completely focused and confident under high stress

Voting ended onJul 11

[iqccnt]

[mothersdarling]

Reminder to all disabled selfshippers:

Your f/o adores you. Period.

Even if you can't do things the "normal" way.

Even if you can't do certain things at all.

Even when your bedbound.

Even when your cranky from pain.

Even when facing the world hurts.

Even when going in public feels like a humiliation ritual to you.

Even when the doctor appointments fill up the calendar and the medicines fill up the kitchen counter.

Even when you cry from doctors not listening or understanding.

Even when the test results come back normal.

Even when your life seems so utterly chaotic, unpleasant and miserable.

Your f/o cares about you. They want to weather every storm with you. They want to advocate for you. They want to fight for you. They want to be in your life. They want to be by your side, holding you hand, facing whatever challenge the future will bring. Not out of obligation or pity, but because they truly love you.

You are loved, disabled selfshipper. It's hard not to.

[selfshipprompts]

If your f/o got a spin-off game/show/comic/etc. that solely focused around them, what would it be about? Alternately, what about if it centred around both of you? Would it be much different?

[soft-and-silly-imagines]

Imagine wandering around and picking berries and / or mushrooms with your f/o

[kruxband]

i will never shut up about f/o sitting on YOUR lap. imagine them sitting on your lap and hiding their face in the crook of your neck 🥰🥰🥰🥰

[shesmycollaarr]

Isekai reader who's so down bad for Wesker they can't help reacting very loudly every time he does anything. And I mean anything.

He scrunches his nose in displeasure while writing something? You're sighing forlornly like your husband has yet to return from the war.

He furrows his brows or arches them when he reads a particularly riveting report about some experiment or other? You're choking and squeaking as you grip the armrests of your chair.

God forbid he does something actually cute like sneeze or chuckle - you're dead on the floor, clutching your chest and cooing over him.

It's never bothered him. He thinks it's way over the top but he can't deny that it amuses him and strokes his ego - the fact that him just existing gives you cuteness aggression and makes you want to nibble on him like a bone is a confidence boost, for sure (not that he needs it).

But then he gets angry once. Like reallllly angry. Snarling, on the verge of murder angry. His nose is scrunched up, his eyebrows severe, his teeth bared, his eyes flashing red, and a single strand of his perfectly styled hair has come loose and is hanging in his face. He's seconds away from murdering the idiot who angered him with his bare hands. And then he stops. Completely frozen, dumbfounded, all the wind taken out of his sails. Why?

Because you see him and gasp, holding your hands to your mouth, and say, "God, you're so beautiful! Look at that nose scrunch, ugh! Just take me already."

Excuse me? Are you honestly out of your damn mind?

He turns towards you, completely lost, and you're giving him the most intense combination of heart eyes and 'take me, I'm yours' eyes he's ever seen on you to date. He huffs, trying to move that stubborn strand away from his eye without touching it, and he can hear your heart speeding up, breathing going shallow.

He dismisses the idiot, wanting the two of you alone, then approaches you slowly, like a predator. You only seem to get more excited the closer he gets.

Wesker stops in front of you, mere inches separating your bodies, and he tilts his head as he observes you. You look so infatuated as you breathe him in and look at him it actually makes Wesker accept that you truly do love him as much as you say you do. Insane person that you are - who loves the wolf that has its jaw wrapped around their throat?

He grasps you by the chin, fingers digging into your throat slightly, and tilts your head back. Your eyes stay glued on him the entire time, as if you physically can't look away.

"Were you dropped on your head as a child?" he drawls, genuinely curious.

You huff out a laugh. "No. Maybe? I don't know. Why?"

"You saw me enraged enough to lose composure and you decided the best course of action was to coo over my appearance?"

"It worked, didn't it?"

"Did you know it would work?"

"...irrelevant."

Wesker sighs and lets your head go. You breathe slowly through your nose, obviously trying to calm your racing everything down while also getting a good lungful of his scent and he decides to indulge you just this once. After all, you've been a great boon to him, with all your knowledge of the future courtesy of your little universe hopping. He can spare this small indulgence.

Your heart just about gives out when he leans forward and presses exactly three kisses to your face: one on your forehead, another on your nose, and the last one on your lips. He uses tongue and draws it out (and finds that he actually enjoys it, so maybe he should experiment some more with you when it comes to this) and when he pulls away, you subconsciously chase his lips before remembering yourself and freezing in place. You stare at him, wide-eyed, while he looks at you contemplatively.

He hums, then smirks. "Not bad. Perhaps this is worth pursuing further."

He walks away from you then, in a much better mood than he was before, and he laughs to himself when he hears you making a sound like a deflating balloon in his wake before you squeal and yell, "oh god, oh god, oh god, he kissed me, I'm never washing my face again, oh god, I'm gonna die."

You're kind of charming in your own way, aren't you? And Wesker has been so terribly lonely the last few years while he focused on Uroboros. Perhaps someone to warm his bed, who so very obviously worships the ground he walks on, is just what he needs.

He'll have to keep a defibrillator in the room when he finally gets you naked, though. Just in case.

Aforementioned expression here:

[nightlight-selfships]

Imagine your f/o helping you get to bed after dozing off in the middle of something. Maybe you got tired out of nowhere, maybe you've got chronic fatigue or recent exhaustion. They gently guide you to your bed, tucking you in and pressing a sweet but gentle kiss to your head / cheek / chin / nose. "Get some rest," They murmur lovingly. "I'll be right here when you wake up.

[nanamisbakery]

This user wants their f/o to be happy for once

[mothersdarling]

What's your favorite daydream scenario you find yourself going back to all the time with your f/o?

[kanyata]

everyone self-ship HARDER!!!!!!

[selfshipstation]

I was reminded today that some people think you can’t self ship if you have a real partner. The number one misconception about self shippers is we’re all lonely people who are compensating for not being able to find a real partner, and that’s. That’s not helping.

[soft-and-silly-imagines]

Imagine wanting to buy something from a vending machine, but whatever you just bought gets stuck, and now your f/o I ready to square up with the machine.

Or maybe it's the other way around, and you are ready to fight the vending machine for withholding your f/o's item.

[fictionalfreaksineed]

Half Asleep Blitzwing Fanfic

1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5

You eventually fall asleep, when you wake up, you’re in your room. The window’s wide open and there’s new scratch marks on the paint. Blitzwing must’ve slipped you back inside when you fell asleep. He’s nowhere to be found, you search your property, he must’ve left. Well, if he’s going to make a habit out of staying over, might as well get him something better than just the tarps.

Blitzwing is back at base, it’s his turn to watch Sumdac afterall. “We have a question for you, professor.” He says, approaching the glass prison Isaac Sumdac is being held. “… what is it.” Blitzwing pauses before continuing. “There’s this human we’ve… grown attached to… but we don’t know what to do.” He confesses. “Well, I can guarantee they won’t like you if they knew what you do.” Issac says, trying to be as curt as possible.

You eventually drive back into the city, you assume Sumdac would like new materials. You park outside Sumdac Tower and head inside. The receptionist bot greets you and asks your business. “Hello, I have some metal and parts for Sumdac, if he’s interested.” You explain. The robot replies, “Sorry, Sumdac doesn’t work here anymore, I’ll contact Powell that you have an offer.” You freeze. How did Sumdac lose his job at his own company. Powell eventually comes down. “You must be Powell, I didn’t realize Sumdac quit.” You mention. Powell sighs, “Yes, poor Sumdac, he went missing a bit ago.”

Your heart sinks, missing? You knew him well, he was a nice man, you even met his daughter a few times. “Oh god, I hope he’s ok… I hope Sari’s ok…” you mutter. “Yes, yes, yes, she’s fine. Now, you said you had stuff to sell?” He quickly redirects. 

You leave the tower, he may be an asshole, but at least he paid you.

Suddenly there’s a loud crash nearby, your curiosity wins over your common sense and you go look. There’s the Autobots, and a giant Decepticon, he’s certainly bigger than Blitzwing. Then you notice Blitzwing’s there too, fighting the Autobots. You know you should run, go back home, but your legs refuse to move. You knew he was a Decepticon, but in this moment, he doesn’t look like the kind guy you knew. Suddenly, Blitzwing grabs the smallest Autobot, Bumblebee, and roughly toss him away. But, it happened to be right in your direction.

You shriek and dive out the way of the bot hurtling towards you. Bumblebee roughly lands, tumbling, the metal scraping on the pavement. Blitzwing’s head snaps towards your direction, his optic widening. Before he could do anything, Bulkhead tackles him. Bumblebee eventually gets up. “Hey! You alright?” You nod. “Yeah. What about you? You just got thrown.” He flashes a cocky grin. “Don’t worry about me, I’m tough, you should go before you get squished.” He quickly rejoins the fight.

As you drive back home, your mind races. Blitzwing is your friend, right? You’ve never seen him so angry before, so aggressive, not even Red. You’ve been letting this mech stay with you. You should’ve known better, he’s a Decepticon. You park and get out. You glance at the unfinished shed you were making for Blitzwing. You sigh, but before you can inside, there’s a giant thud behind you. “Y/n…” before you can even think you run inside. “Wait! Maus! Mausi! Please come out…” he pleads. You don’t answer, you don’t want to talk to him right now. “Please, just tell me if you’re ok…” you speak through the door. “I’m fine, just go.” He doesn’t respond, but you hear retreating footsteps and the sound of a jet taking off.

Blitzwing heads back to base, his spark heavy with an unfamiliar emotion. He lands and decides to walk the rest of the way to base. “Great, just great! Our only friend hates us now!” Red growls. Vrrrch. “It was bound to happen, mechs like us aren’t made to be… likeable.” Blue interjects coldly. Vrrrch. “But they liked us! They did! We can win them back, I know we can!” Black interrupts. Vrrch. “I know you’re delusional, but even you have to admit that we were doomed from the start.” He stops walking. Vrrch. “No, the only reason they’re mad at us is because we’re a Decepticon.” Black counters. Vrrrch. “No! No no no. You aren’t suggesting what I think you’re suggesting. We’re a con for a reason, the Autobots would never accept us.” Red mutters, like someone might overhear. Vrrrch. “Y/n had a point, we deserve better! We deserve better than endless abuse, war, at least the Autobots don’t have Megatron…” Black continues. Vrrch. “… I hate to say it, but you have a point… but how will we even convince the Autobots to accept us?” Blue responds. Vrrrch “Easy, we have information they want.” Black smirks.

Blitzwing sneaks back into the city, middle of the night. He exhales, opening his comms, trying to reach the Autobots. “Autobots, meet me at these coordinates, I have a deal to make.” The autobots arrive quickly. “What do you want?” Optimus asks cautiously. “I want to leave the decepticons.” Blitzwing quickly blurts out. The Autobots pause. “how can we trust you?” Optimus asks skeptically. Ratchet scoffs, “You aren’t seriously considering this?!” Blitzwing interrupts, “We know where Issac Sumdac is. I can give you his location if you let us join.”

They eventually lead him back to base. “Hm… it’s… quaint…” Blitzwing says, crouching through the doorway. At least the ceilings are high enough for him. Sari comes rushing out. “Guys- WHAT IS A CON DOING HERE!?” she shrieks. “I’ve come to join the Autobots, little one.” Blitzwing responds calmly. “AND YOU ALL TRUSTED HIM!?” Sari asks, addressing the Autobots now. “He has information on your father, sari.” Optimus answers. Sari pauses, then eventually made it back to her room. Blitzwing looks around, noticing the paintings. Vrrch. “Oooh, these are nice! Where’d ya get them?” Black asks. “I painted them.” Bulkhead answers. “They’re nice, I like the colors.” Blitzwing continues. “Enough about that, where’s Sari’s dad.” Bulkhead demands. Vrrch. “Yes, right, Isaac Sumdac is in the decepticon base, an old abandoned mineshaft in the forest. I can give you the coordinates, if you’d like-“ Blue starts. Bumblebee cuts him off, “Wait! I think I’ve seen it!” 

Ratchet stops Bumblebee from rushing out. “Wait, wait, why doesn’t the con do it? He can get in and out the safest.” Blitzwing freezes, stiff. Sounds like a bad idea, what if Megatron catches him, what if they ‘fix’ him again. “I… don’t think I can do that.” He slowly answers, slowly looking away from the Autobots. “Then we’d have to believe it’s a trap.” Prowl responds. Vrrrch. “HOW DARE YOU ASSUME I’M SETTING YOU ALL UP! DO YOU EVEN KNOW THE KIND OF DANGER IM PUTTING MYSELF IN!?” Red roars. He suddenly stops, hearing the soft patter of footsteps. It’s sari. “Please, Blitzwing… I miss my dad…” her voice is soft, sad, but there’s a hint of hope. Blitzwing sighs and crouches. “Ok, ok, don’t worry kleine. I’ll get him back.” Sari’s face is full of shock, like she expected to be dismissed. Then her whole face lights up, running up and hugging his leg. “Thank you!” Vrrch. Blue gently pats her head. “In the morning, it’ll be easier.”

The Autobots let him stay the night, though it’s out in the living room. He sits against a wall, then Sari sneaks out of her room, dragging a blanket with her. “Ah, hello again, kleine, shouldn’t you be recharging?” Blitzwing greets her. “I couldn’t sleep… can I stay out here with you?” She asks, already plopping down next to him. “If you must.”

The next morning he sneaks out, heading to the scrap yard. When he arrives, he gently taps on the window. The window opens, showing you, the human he’s missed dearly, though you look a little mad. “Y/n… I apologize for… everything.” He softly starts. Your expression softens and you let him continue. “We’ve missed you… and we wanted to tell you that you are our dearest friend. We never meant to scare you.” You sigh, “blitz… you’re hard to stay mad at, y’know that?” Vrrrch. “Wait! Are we friends again!?” Black excitedly asks. “I guess, but no more evil Decepticon stuff, ok?” You respond, a smile appearing on your face. Suddenly he snatches you up, holding you in both servos, nuzzling you. “Ok! Ok! I get it, I missed you too!” You respond, uselessly pushing at his face. He pulls his face away. Vrrrch. “I have to go… I’ll be back soon though… I hope.” Blue murmurs, setting you down.

Blitzwing enters the decepticon base. Megatron’s monologuing, until he notices Blitzwing. “Blitzwing, you’re late…” Blitzwing freezes. “Apologies, my lord.” “Lucky for you, you don’t need to know the plan today. It’s your turn to watch Sumdac.” Megatron says. He nods. Megatron and lugnut eventually clear out. Blitzwing walks over to sumdac’s cell. “Today’s your lucky day, professor.” He says quietly, opening the cell. “What? Why?” Isaac asks, confusion evident on his face. “Well, your daughter is very convincing.” He says, scooping up the human. Blitzwing transforms into a jet, securely keeping Sumdac in the cockpit as he takes off.

Blitzwing lands outside the base and enters. The Autobots rush towards him. “I got him, I got him, it’s ok.” He gently sets Isaac down. Sari immediately tackles Isaac in a hug. After the celebration and checking on Sumdac, the Autobots dissipate into their respective hobbies. Bumblebee’s loudly playing video games, Sari, bulkhead, and Sumdac are together, ect. Blitzwing goes after Optimus. “Wait, wait. Optimus, if I had a human friend, could I bring them around?” He asks. “I don’t see any reason why not, Blitzwing.”

You were working in the scrap yard, suddenly you feel a heavy thump behind you. Before you could turn around you’re scooped up. “Blitz! You need to start warning me!” Your protest seems to go in one audial and out the other as he nuzzles his faceplate against you. You stroke his cheek, “I know, I know, you missed me.” He continues holding you close, mumbling German. “You know I can’t understand you, big guy.” He nods. “I know, I was just saying how much I missed you.” He responds quietly. He pulls his face away before switching to blue. “Ever been in a jet before?” He asks. “Huh? No, why do you a-“ before you can finish, he transforms while holding you. You’re suddenly in his cockpit. You very quickly buckle up and he takes off.

“Open your eyes, liebling.” He quietly suggests once he stops ascending. You do, and it’s right at sunset where the sky is an array of colors. “Wow… it’s gorgeous.” You say breathlessly, patting the interior. “So, Y/n… we’ve known eachother for a bit… tell me more about yourself-” Blue starts. “Any special someones?” Random finishes. You tell him more about yourself, and laugh, “and no, I don’t have a partner.” Blitzwing hums in acknowledgment. “Got your eye on anyone?” He prys. “No, not really.” You respond.

He eventually lands and lets you out, transforming. “Welcome to the Autobot base, my friend.” He says, leading you inside. The Autobots are getting ready for recharge. Ratchet notices you. “Hey! What the- Blitzwing, who told you that you could start bringing people around!?” Vrrrch. Blitzwing steps infront of you, getting in Ratchet’s face. “Prime did, medicbot…” red growls. “Blitzwing, stop that.” You call up. He backs away from ratchet, scooping you up. He scowls at ratchet and walks into his new room. 

It’s quite empty, a berth and a work desk. “Wait, this was just a ploy to cuddle me, wasn’t it.” You say as he lays down on the berth, cupping you in his servos. Vrrch. “Whaaat? Don’t be silly~” black snickers, nuzzling you. He pauses, then asks, “out of curiosity, What would be your dream partner?” You don’t think you’ve ever seen him this quiet before. “Hm, I’m not sure… why are you so interested in my love life all of a sudden?” You ask. Vrrrch. “No reason.” Blue interjects. You smirk. “What about you? Do you have your eyes on anyone?” You tease. He blushes, looking away. “Holy shit, you do!” You exclaim. Vrrrch. “Maybe… but I’m not telling you nothing.” Hothead mutters. “Must be someone real special if it’s making you this flustered.” You continue, patting his cheek. You catch a glimpse of his optics under his visor, they’re partially half lidded, pupils blown wide. You stop, the pieces finally coming together. “It’s me, isn’t it?” Blitzwing’s face blushes bright blue, he immediately backs away, turning the opposite direction.

“Hey, c’mon, don’t just shut down, talk to me.” You say, reaching towards his servo. He pulls it away. Vrrrch. “No… you don’t need to humor me.” He responds coldly. You put your hand on his leg. “Blitz, look at me.” He finally looks at you, you see some sort of liquid welling in the corner of his optic. You gesture for him to lean down and he does. You wipe his optic. “It’s ok, big guy. No need to cry.” You say softly. “Aren’t you disgusted by us?” He asks, his voice shaky. “No, no, of course not, just surprised.” You explain. You gently kiss his nose, you can feel your lips almost stick to the cold metal. His face turns bright blue. “We don’t deserve this, liebling.” He mutters. vrrrch. “BUT I WON’T COMPLAIN, MÄUSCHEN!” Black exclaims, basically bashing his face into you.