Hi! You can call me Pine, and this is my self shipping blog. I use he/him pronouns and I am an adult.
You can probably tell who a lot of my f/o’s are (except the ones that are ocs) bc I reblog art but I still don’t use their names on here often bc I get anxious. if you're really curious tho you can see my f/o list and more detailed info here
I mostly just reblog stuff but occasionally post imagines for fun!
My one warning if you’d like to follow me is that I do have yandere f/o’s so there may occasionally be content related to that! It will always be tagged #/yandere (without the slash) for blocking purposes!
minors please block the nsft tag or don’t follow! I used to be entirely a sfw blog but this is no longer the case!
Imagine your f/o showing up everywhere you go and when you ask how they knew where you were they say "I just had a feeling" and their eye twitches slightly.
idk if any of you have writer’s block but here’s hoping this cures it
i completely support the freak lohen agenda but we NEEEED more content of him being a bumbling fool
i’m talking asking varka and the other knights for tips on how to flirt with the person he’s interested in and being incredibly, hilariously bad at it. the person who drew the “the vice captain FUCKS?” meme was right
i want a lohen who can’t flirt but can absolutely nail a roach to the wall with his dagger before the reader’s soul leaves their body. and when everyone hears how lohen managed to bag the reader they’re like ykw. that’s our bad for assuming you’d be able to flirt like a normal person. we should’ve known better
side note, lohen would 100% be one of those people that kills roaches with a flamethrower if it made his s/o happy
ETA: coming back to say that he’d probably “solve” other problems for you in similarly unconventional manners 😃
locked yourself out? he breaks into your house (not that he’s done that before)
those flowers he got you are about to wilt? he eats them. straight up eats them. doesn’t care if they’re poisonous. all the better if they are
i remember seeing this video that said some shit like “POV: tienes un novio que resuelve” (for my spanish speakers) and the guy drinks some alcohol and breathes FIRE out of his mouth to heat up his girlfriend’s food 😭 lohen doesn’t drink but that would so be him if he did
he is a force of nature, an agent of chaos, and this absolutely translates to his every day. the longer he goes without seeing the frontlines of a battle, the more unhinged his problem-solving becomes
Imagine your f/o thinking about romantic scenes between you two, coming up with date ideas, giggling like a school girl…while killing their enemies violently -_-
im not jinxing anything but i think being in a polycule with all of my f/os would be cool and awe some but like they all secretly genuinely hate eachother and are rly a polyhinge lowkey. but like they fake tease eachother and are all nice and lovey when im in the room but soon as im not home they talk abt who gets to keep me once the household crumbles. i dont know i feel like that would be great (i say this all with a cartoony thought bubble avoid my head btw)
Imagine making songs of unrequited love, they weren’t exactly popular but you managed to grow a decently sized fan base online, only making music for fun and never expecting or wanting to get famous.
Music was just a way to express yourself, and boy you had a lot of feelings to express, most fan theories were that you had “someone that got away” or a “friend that doesn’t feel the same” but no. It was all for f/o!
From the moment you were introduced to their respective media, you were absolutely falling in love every time you saw them or learned something new about them! It felt like you would explode if you didn’t write a song about them.
Some songs would have a happy tune about scenarios you thought about doing with f/o, while others were melancholy in nature about how you could never truly love f/o the way they deserved. But for now you were fine with signing your heart out about the love you held for f/o, even if it was seen as unrequited love.
But, imagine if somehow your songs ended up in the world f/o lived in and they were much more hugely popular, you were known as a faceless superstar, a messenger of love that touched the hearts of many.
Just like everyone else f/o had become a fan, it didn’t matter to them what the music itself sounded like even if it wasn’t to their taste or not, but your voice had changed something so fundamental to their being, that they could never and would never want to return to the dull grey that was before you.
At first f/o believe they were being a delusional and clingy fan for thinking these thoughts, until your songs held details that were unmistakable about f/o that you would be stupid not to connect the dots, especially with the mountain of evidence that was specific details that f/o may or may not have pinned over for hours on end.
So f/o could not rest until they could meet you, hunting down every possible thing that could lead them to you, all to tell you that the love you sang of them was not unrequited, that it was in fact reciprocated and very eager to share in that wonderful love you sang of.
it’s been a month since lohen professed his love for you at starsnatch cliff.
and it has also been a month since you rejected him.
truthfully, you expected a strain in your relationship. after all, wouldn’t it make things awkward between the two of you? five years of friendship down the drain over a confession of love.
you’d understand if that was where your friendship with him went.
however, despite your rejection, lohen seems to be handling it pretty well. he still greets you, spends time with you, and still treats you the same as before.
but admittedly, there’s that feeling of guilt that lingers in your mind.
lohen’s a good person. sure, he’s much more… violent and seeks battles than most but you know there’s still a good part of himself underneath these layers. but… you just really can’t look at him as something more than friends.
he understands that, doesn’t he?
“so? what do you say, dinner at my place?” he leans his chin on his palm, elbow resting on your wooden table. red irises sweep across your face before settling on your pretty eyes.
“that sounds good! when is it?” your reply comes within a heartbeat, possibly from your guilty conscience or excitement—you don’t know.
lohen gives you a closed eye smile, evidently pleased. “how about tonight?”
come to think of it, through out the years you’ve known him, you’ve never really been to his place.
“how come you never invited me to your house before?” you ask, taking a mouthful of food.
lohen shrugs, slicing a piece of meat on his plate. “never really bothered. besides, your place is bigger.”
you hum in reply. surprisingly, his house is situated somewhat far from the city, hidden by trees . it’s small too—with little furniture. it makes sense, considering he’s a private person outside his interests.
“y’know, you’re not a bad cook! i should make you cook more often.” you joke, taking a sip of your apple cider.
he smiles. “you’ll get to, don’t worry.”
you don’t get it, but wave it off as a joke.
the conversation drifts off to to comfortable silence after. outside, the wind drifts through the trees, gently shaking its branches. the forest seems endless here, and you wonder how he found a place so secluded.
you reach for your cider again, your fingers curling around the cool glass.
…huh, why does it taste sweeter than you remember?
“you bought this from angel’s share, right?”
lohen glances up at you. “yeah. does it taste different?”
weird, you’ve drank apple cider countless times before to the point the taste was practically etched on your tongue.
“a little… it somehow tastes sweeter?”
his gaze flickers to the cup. “does it?”
"i think..." You rub at your temple with a small sigh. "i must be more tired than I thought."
he watches you over the rim of his glass. “probably.”
your fork slips slightly from your fingers, clattering against the edge of your plate. "...sorry." the room suddenly feels warmer—the candle that flickers on the table blurring at its edges. you blink, trying to focus your vision.
“lohen?”
he sets his utensils down with deliberate care before standing up. the screech of his chair sounding distant in your ears.
a wave of unease settles deep in your gut.
“what did you do?” you gasp before hastily forcing your body to move.
you don’t get to move too far before your knees give out, your vision darkening around the edges. you expect to hit the floor, but lohen’s arms wraps around you instead. he presses you close against his chest and you could feel the erratic beat of his heart.
“let me go! lohen!” you struggle using the last of your strength, clawing and thrashing at his body. even with your fading consciousness, you feel him inhale the skin on your neck.
it makes your skin crawl.
he shushes your words away with a lovesick smile. “you’re gonna be okay. i promise.”
You spot your F/O in the crowd, they haven't noticed you yet. They're straight-faced and serious. Then you both lock eyes and they instantly light up. ( ꈍᴗꈍ)
if I were making a userbox that reflects my own brain it’d be like this user has so many different yume ideas/art but thinks they’ll be shot on sight if they post them /hj. Like idk why but posting scary 🥺 and also I make up new conflicting lore all the time so there’s not really a one story to tell y’all
F/o who feels the need to be your overbearing knight in shining armor at all times. Yes, even if you're stronger than them. It always happens in the most mudane situations too.
Leaving to get groceries? They'll stand so close behind you throughout the whole trip that they are practically breathing down your neck. Going out with friends or family? Fine, they'll spare you the embarrassment of having an overprotective guard dog of a partner in front of the people you like. However, they will absolutely blow up your phone every few minutes to make sure no disasters have happened yet. Going on a date with them? Lovely! They adore every second of it, but they still sneak a bite or two from your food to do a "poison test" (Yes, it's also an excuse to steal a bite, but the last thing your f/o wants is for their love to get sick! It's only half-joking).
Even if the situation couldn't get remotely dangerous, they will still be all over you. It's not like their obsessed or anything! ...Okay, that was a huge lie. They're totally obsessed with you~ ♡
Imagine your f/o giving you compliments at the WORST possible times. Fresh out of the shower, hair sopping wet, wearing the most ridiculous outfit known to man they still think you’re beautiful.
Imagining a serious expression on your usually carefree or silly acting f/o…maybe it’s a calm, sober expression they make when you’re upset and they want you to know they take your feelings seriously. Everyone else’s are a joke to them but they lock in when it’s you. They’re gently wiping your tears or listening intently and for once it’s not with the intent to tease, because you are one of the few people they care to take seriously.
