This is my selfshipping blog! While the focus will be on my insert Aston, you can refer to me the artist using 🪽
I am a Nathan Freeling (Haunted Hotel) selfshipper, though my insert isnt a 1 to 1 analog of myself! I just like throwing a guy that is basically me at a character I like ┐(-。-;)┌
I will mostly be posting art (Drawn by me and others) as well as info dumping about my ship and headcanons
While I don't have a crazy long DNI list, I politely ask that "proshippers" or anyone who supports such things to simply block me and move on. I am not comfortable with it, I don't want to see it. Don't bother me, won't bother you.
Only other "boundary" I have is if you are a non-sharing Nathan shipper/yume or whatever have you, or you have any reason NOT to want to see me, please just block me as well. I am not here to start beef, I just want to have fun on my own little page.
That being said, PLEASE if you're a sharing Nathan selfshipper/yume and you are okay with my vibe I wanna see and follow yall. I have fun talking about ships and mutually gushing over this man.
Sometimes I get mad at myself for changing my mind about things but then I remember this is my own fucking imaginary world and I dont need to make it understandable to outsiders <3
Sometimes I am happy I don't have a f/o from super popular media, bc then I don't have to worry about people being dicks, but at the same time man I wish there was more fanart of him!
At this point I dont even think its the lack of fans bc its still active, but it really feels like there is sparse content compared to other characters. At least centered around him. But then again maybe I am just not looking through the right tags.
Just a small self indulgent oneshot about my self-ship there were no beta readers and I barely proof-read so we die like men
Nathan stood in the hall with a few other ghosts, making conversation. It was hard to find him without some sort of company, people (dead or alive) were drawn to him like a magnet.
He had them captivated, rattling off some nonsense about a painting he had gotten when still running the hotel. That was until their faces suddenly changed, a pleasant demeanor turning uncomfortable. Nathan stopped in his tracks, looking between the group.
“Heh, you all look like you've seen a ghost!”
Suddenly, a hand grabbed his sleeve. Nathan looked over, seeing what the others had. A shorter figure with tired, sunken eyes looked up at him. Nathan smiled, putting his arm around their shoulder and looking back towards the other ghosts.
“Oh don't worry guys it's just–”
They had all left the moment he looked away.
“Dammit! Really thought I could properly introduce you this time!” He looked down at Aston, giving them a little squeeze for a hug. “What's up?”
Aston's face remained blank, just resting their head against Nathan. “Rough day.”
“Awe, that's no good. How's about we find something to do about that? We could take a walk around the property? Or we could try to climb up to the roof through the floors again!” Nathan suggested, walking down the hall with Aston.
“I want..” They thought, looking back up to Nathan. “To go watch the rats in the walls.”
“Okie dokie! To the basement!” Nathan grabbed Aston's hand, quickly leading them downstairs. It got a laugh out of them, which Nathan took great pride in.
The two walked in, Aston immediately started sticking their head through the walls, searching for a burrow. Nathan found their enthusiasm adorable, walking to a different part of the room to search as well.
“Soo, can I ask what happened?”
Aston took a moment to respond, pulling their head back and turning their head towards Nathan.
“Tried taking your advice, it didn't work out.”
Nathan pulled his head back, turning to face Aston.
“What do you mean? Trying to talk to people?”
“You said I should find someone with similar interests! So I figured I should try to talk to that pen-finger lady, since we both have draw-y hand things!”
“That is smart! I don't see how that could have failed.”
“She showed me her writing, and when I showed her my drawings she just started sinking through the floor–”
Nathan cringed, that was bad. “Maybe your art was just THAT moving?”
“I made someone lose their will to stay on this earth, Nathan.”
Nathan threw his hands up, turning back to the wall.
“She was just sensitive! I am sure there is another ghost in this hotel that will get along with you.”
Aston rolled their eyes, returning to their search.
“I think I should just return to only talking to you. It was nice when I didn't leave my room.”
“Nope! Not letting you do that. You have been in your social cocoon for too long! It is time you break out of it and turn into the beautiful butterfly I know you are!”
“I am not a butterfly, I am a mosquito. I drink your blood and make you itchy.”
“You don't make me itchy.”
Aston pulled their head back again, stepping away from the wall completely.
“Exactly! You get along with everyone so you can get along with me. I don't need to talk to anyone else!”
Nathan laughed, still searching in the wall.
“Girl, please. As someone who has had to live with myself my whole life, me being your only source of socialization is NOT good!”
“Do not “girl please” me–” Aston crossed their arms, pouting.
Nathan stopped moving, pulling his head back and turning to Aston.
“Look, you don't need to make a bunch of friends, or even ANY if it's that hard! But, you can't just hide away forever. I mean, since coming out of your room–” Nathan waved them over, Aston doing so.
The two pushed their heads back in the wall, a small rats nest in sight. Aston's eyes widened at the sight.
“You've gotten to see cool stuff like this!” Nathan exclaimed, a dumb smile on his face.
Aston sighed, taking the loss as they slid their hand into Nathan's
“I guess you're right. This stuff has been pretty fun.”
The two stood there for a moment, watching the rats munch on a few stray snacks they had stolen. Aston then pulled away, Nathan following suit.
“Thanks.” Aston said, keeping hold of Nathan's hand as they walked towards the door.
“For what?” Nathan asked.
“I don't know. Just being you I guess? I like being around you.”
Nathan smiled, leaning down and giving Aston a soft peck on the cheek.
“Well it is no problem! I like being around you too!” He hummed, following Aston up and out of the basement.
Probably him having a cleft lip, and that being the "lip insecurity" he covers with the mustache. I also like how ppl also give it to Ben, I like when ppl draw parallels between the two!
I need to find another Nathan self-shipper who would want to collab to make a little animation/matic to that one part of the Danny and Kurtis creeper song
Any1 take/know someone who does selfshipping fic commissions and has watched Haunted Hotel?
I won't be able to drop a whole ton of money atm but even if you are pricier I would like to know you exist so I CAN commission you when I have more disposable income.
Thaank youuu!!
