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parental selfship blog ♡ 18↑

[glowingstarships]

asks are on if anyone wants to come yap about their parental f/o's to me btw, i'd really like that :D or if you wanna send requests for imagines (non-character specific ones)

[alivabyslefteartuft]

being a familial yumeshipper, sometimes I wonder how many siblings I have

[theyumeplanet]

imagine you realize something big about your identity and tell your f/o. you're nervous, but they're completely unsurprised and just go "yeah, i knew/i thought that was the case." and are super supportive the whole way

[orbitaldreams]

your f/o(s) don't think your grades define your intelligence, by the way. they'd much rather you took care of yourself first

[glowingstarships]

parental f/o doing your hair, whether that entails brushing it, detangling it, braiding it, putting in hair oil for you, or something else :3

sitting on the floor between their knees while they're sat on the couch, quietly tending to your locks. maybe your favorite show is on the TV or there's a CD playing, providing quiet, soothing background noise. there's no hurry, no lingering big event you have to go to.

it's more than just doing your hair, it's a quiet moment for the two of you to share, a moment where they get to spend some time taking care of you. maybe they take longer than they'd really need to, spending time just playing with your hair or scratching your scalp because they know it makes you sleepy. regardless, getting to care for you makes their heart fill with something warm. <3

[slowpokegamer]

*looking at myself in the mirror*

Fanfiction is supposed to be cringy. You're allowed to write bad. You're allowed to be cringe. Fanfiction is supposed to be self indulgent. You're allowed to be cringe. Let yourself be cringe. Fanfiction is supposed to be fun. Stop putting arbitrary rules on yourself and be free.

[mandrakebrew]

your parental f/os are so proud of you!

[rosie-the-orca-shipper]

THERE SHOULD BE MORE POSTS AND IMAGINES ABOUT PARENTAL F/OS

[glowingstarships]

older s/i who sucks at expressing their feelings & parental f/o who notices everything you don't tell to anyone.

you're so used to keeping everything to yourself, caging all your worry and hurt and anger into a neat little box to keep next to your heart, safe and hidden. even if it makes it hard to breathe sometimes.

you think you're so good at it too, that no one can ever tell there's a raging storm inside your body while you're just standing there. and most of the time you're right, they can't tell. but there is one person who you can't fool, no matter how hard you try.

somehow, for whatever reason, your f/o can often pick up on your inner turmoil. maybe they see it in the way your shoulders are always bunched up and tense, maybe it's evident in the tone of your voice or the haze of your eyes. or maybe it's because you love and trust them so much that you just get tired of keeping your walls up around them, even if you still won't talk to them about it.

it makes their heart ache, seeing you try to survive everything on your own. sure, you're not a little kid that needs to be coddled, but that doesn't mean you have to deal with everything on your own. so yeah, they're not going to just ignore it when it's clearly hurting you.

they might not try to make you talk about it, not right away at least. but they'll help in whatever way they can, whether that's just noting that you seem upset out loud, or getting you a little drink or a snack, or just offering quiet company.

[rabbit-bf]

Random question. If you have parental f/os, what do you call them?

[loversaw]

Parent f/o who, regardless of your age, sees that you're upset and pats their lap, inviting you to cuddle

[kindaspecificyume]

You come home upset about something and try to hide it from your f/o. How long does it take them to notice and what do they do?

[rivers-and-reeds]

Content warning: angst with a happy ending.

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Your f/o will always remind you that you belong.

Familiar feelings have been pressing at the back of your mind, and the moment your f/o next sees you they know that something is wrong. They ask you about it—either directly or in a more subtle manner, depending on how they normally broach talking about feelings—and you find yourself opening up.

You tell them about the cavernous gap between you and the world. You talk about the distance, the one no-one else seems to see. You talk about your struggles to reach out, to fit in, to grasp at something real and belong—and how it never seems to work. The distance can be peaceful, in a way. It's calm. Quiet.

Lonely.

The word wells up inside your chest, and it hurts to say it out loud.

Your f/o listens without interruption, their gaze never leaving you. If you're comfortable with physical touch, you realise partway through that they've taken your hand in theirs whilst you talk, running their thumb across your skin in small, smoothing circles. It gives you an anchor, helping loosen the tightness in your throat as you speak.

"...You've been carrying this all on your own?" They ask when you finish. The words are soft, and there's a look in their eyes you can't fully decipher. When you nod, it becomes all the more intense.

After a thoughtful pause, parsing through all the ways they could convey what they desperately want you to know, they take a deep breath.

Slowly, they start to tell you of all the wonderful things you add to their life. The activities you share; small habits of yours they find endearing; hushed conversations late at night; your hobbies and how you engage in them, your eyes lighting up as bright as stars; crafts and projects that always have your own special touch, leaving echoes of yourself with them even when you're away; the sound of your laugh, the way it makes the world feel clearer, brighter, softer; the twinkle in your eye when you're about to do something mischevous; the snippests of song they catch hummed under your breath; your smile, full and warm and yours.

You aren't just a vague shape lingering in the background: you are the empty mug, the forgotten coat, the shoes by the door. You have become part of their world as easily as breathing, and your absence would feel like walking into a room without air. It seems like the most obvious thing in the world to them: even if it takes you a while to believe it, you will always belong with them. They want you to know that, even if they struggle with conveying it in words at times—they'll try, and keep trying, because they care about you. You, in all your shapes and colours, every high and low: everything about you is irreplacable, and they hope to have the honour of cherishing all of it for a long, long time.

If you're open to it, they draw you into a warm embrace, grounding you in the present. You feel the heat of their body as their breath moves in-sync with yours, reminding you that they're here over and over again.

They make sure from then on to show you just how much you are a part of their world: small messages, gentle words, plans both peaceful and exciting. It's nothing new—it makes you realise just how intertwined your lives are, how much care has been flowing into your relationship all this time—but now there is an intent and clarity to their actions that makes their conscious committment to you all the more apparent. They remind you of your place in this world as often and lovingly as you need to hear it.

Slowly but surely, the truth settles into your soul like a soft, endless song: you belong, you belong, you belong.

[wolverines-kid]

Reminder that your parental f/o’s love for you is and always will be unconditional.

[rivers-and-reeds]

Imagine being 'mistaken' as family with your familial f/o(s) for the first time. Whether you're enjoying a fun day out together, running daily errands, or in the middle of one of your usual bonding activities, someone says something that gives you pause.

Maybe your parental f/o bumps into someone they haven't seen in a long time. After your f/o introduces you and they've had some time to catch up, the person mentions offhandedly that they never thought your f/o would have a child of their own, looking at you with a smile. Perhaps they notice how gentle and considerate your f/o is with you, and they comment on how they've changed: you bring out a new, parental side of them that catches others by surprise.

As this person gets to know you more, they might even joke about traits you clearly got from your parent: their stubborness, their compassion, their sense of humour... even when they aren't able to fully explain why, you remind other people of them.

If you have a child f/o, maybe someone notices how comfortable and affectionate your f/o is with you, and those who witness it are touched by the bond you share: someone quietly congratulates you for raising a child who clearly feels cared for and loved. Perhaps someone else sees your f/o dashing around, calling for your attention or tugging you towards each new exciting thing, and they reminisce about when their child was a rambunctious ball of energy, giving you a knowing look.

It's obvious to anyone who sees you two that not only does your f/o love and trust you dearly, but that you return that care tenfold. Your actions speak volumes, and it's clear from the soft smile spreading across your face as you watch your f/o that you cherish your child more than anything.

For sibling f/os, perhaps someone laughs at a lighthearted argument you and your f/o are having, chuckling as they mention having similar squabbles with their siblings too. If your interactions tend to be softer, or you're in the middle of helping one another with something, imagine the fondness that enters someone's voice as they comment on how lovely it is to see siblings get along so well.

From the way you intuitively understand one another to how you talk, fight, laugh, and groan at each other's antics—there's an effortlessness to your dynamic that others instantly read as a bond between close siblings.

Across all kinds of familial f/o, you find people pick up on traits you share—you have the same smile, similar mannerisms, shared hobbies and passions, or tendencies neither of you had noticed that you have in common—and without missing a beat assume you're related in some way. When they mention it to both of you, they treat it like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

It's a strange realisation, though not an unpleasant one. How you interact with one another, the traces of each other found in your habits and personalities—these things expose something unspoken between you, maybe something that you weren't even aware of. To other people, regardless of whether you look alike, it makes you seem like- well...

Like family.

For some reason, neither of you correct them. Instead, your f/o looks over at you to gauge your reaction, making sure the comment hasn't upset or offended you. When they see it doesn't, you might notice them give you a soft smile, a subtle nod, or a sigh of relief, finding in your silence the answer to a question they didn't know how to ask. Alternatively, if it's a surprise to them, their eyes widen in sudden, bright realisation: you watch in real time as the nebulous puzzle of your relationship finally falls into place.

Once they know you're truly comfortable with it—whether that takes moments, days, or years—they call you their family with deep, deep pride. Whenever you do the same for them you see them light up with genuine joy. The love you hold for one another finally has a name, and it feels so right.

[a-silly-bunny]

Your parental F/O wouldn't, at any age, think that you're too much to take care of. They love you so much, you made their life better and they would never think taking care of you is a burden, no matter what kind of child you are and what sort of needs you have.

[oddlyspecificyume]

f/o who asks if you're okay with a softness in their voice they don't use for anything else