Welcome to my selfship blog~ Here I have many F/Os from many fandoms to drive my crack ships. I’m a whole adult. I am a half gay. My ships are shameful and so am I but we do not care in this house!
Warning: I enjoy destroying my own ships so, so much, so there will be angst~ Gonna burn these ships down baby MWUHAHAHA
FAQ
What fandoms?
Undertale (SwapPap, UFSans, SFR/SWP, and Cowtale)
TMNT (Raph and Mikey)
Inuyasha (Sesshomaru and Kagura)
Obey Me (Mostly Belphie but also everyone lol)
Various Otome Games (I said various)
There’s others but I cannot brain at this time
Will there be citrus(lemons, etc)?
Yes, and if you don’t know the term(s) you probably should click away. I’m just going to tag it all “citrus”.
Will there be other tags to mind?
Yes. “Trigger warning: *insert trigger here*” for heavy triggers, “sunken ship” for angst. To block anything that might be trigger just block the tag “TW” which I’ll always add to anything darker.
Thank you @wealreadywentdownontheship for commissioning their OC and swapfell pap in a WILD WEST scenario.... how did you know I was desperately hyperfixating on the wild west...... magic
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Though there was the faintest streak of light blue on the eastern horizon, it was still gloomy in the camp. A few stubborn stars remained at the top of the sky- they refused to be chased out of their spots until the very traces of night were gone.
Illa was always amazed at how quiet the camp could be, so early in the morning. Through the whole day and even late into the evening, it felt like there was no end to the tasks that needed to be done- no end to the talking, drinking, gambling and fighting. A natural consequence of being surrounded by outlaws, she supposed.
... Yet now, in the darkness just before the sun broke over the hills... everybody was asleep. It was so quiet, as if not a single soul resided in that cluster of hastily pitched tents and flimsy wooden card-playing tables.
She trudged through the silence, to a little ways out from camp, and a dead tree sitting a few feet from where the ground started to slope down toward the valley in the east- a canteen in one hand and a shawl across her shoulders. Flint had set up a small blanket across the dusty ground.
She guided herself over to him via the dim light emanating from his lit cigarette.
... He looked up, at the sound of her approaching. His eyelight, a deep royal purple, cut through the gloomy twilight like a needle.
“hey darlin’.” He said, as she sat. He didn’t waste any time in tucking his arm around her. His voice was low and raspy, a combination of the very early morning, and the numerous cigarettes he’d probably already smoked before she arrived. “glad you could make it.”
She wanted to make a comment about it being ‘too early’, but she knew he’d make fun of her for complaining about the sunrise being early. She leant against his shoulder. His presence was welcome.
“Have you been out here long?” She asked. She wanted to complain about the smell of his cigarettes... but ultimately, the desire to not make a fuss won over.
“nope.”
“Aren’t you cold?”
“not at all.”
Illa was cold. But... well, she didn’t mind. Considering how horrendously hot the midday could get, this far west, she did her best to savour the frosty nights.
A line of orange had now appeared, across the eastern horizon. The sunrise- the reason she got up so damn early. Though she was near-sighted, it didn’t really matter. The colours of the sunrise didn’t require perfect vision to enjoy.
“... didn’t know you enjoyed coffee.” He said.
Illa glanced down at the canteen cradled in her lap. How did he know it was coffee? He was too perceptive for his own good.
“I... don’t actually enjoy it.” She admitted. “I don’t like the smell.”
Flint gave her a funny look. “... why drink it, then?”
“It’s the only way I’ll be able to stay awake later.”
“yer a strange one, darlin'. could i have some?”
“Don’t poison it.” She said, only half jokingly, passing it to him.
Time seemed to slip by strangely, at sunrise, she was aware of very little but the feeling of Flint's sleeve against her cheek and the way the light spread. Soft blues spread up, slowly creeping up and over their heads, finally snuffing out those final stubborn stars- the layer of orange on the horizon picked up a glow like one might see in the hot coals of a campfire.
So peaceful.
“... you don’t have to get up, later.” Flint said. She wasn’t sure why this particular topic had caught his attention so much. “could sleep in. i know i will.”
“I’m useless enough around camp without sleeping late.” She mumbled.
... He gave her another look. At least he seemed to find her funny today. “yer not useless.”
She took the coffee back, withholding the many sarcastic quips that rose to mind. As much as she liked Flint, and as much as she enjoyed their unofficial ‘relationship’... she really didn’t trust a single word that came out of his mouth.
Nobody with half a brain would.
“i’m serious.”
“All I do is pick up the crappy lil’ odd jobs that nobody else wants to do.” The valley was visible now, shadows beginning to stretch long across the land. “I’m hardly essential.”
His voice was soft. “but if you didn’t pick up those jobs, nobody would. y’know little things pile up.”
“... Alright, what’s with all the buttering me up?” It was her turn to give him a look. “You want something?”
Flint’s grin lifted. Despite being much more suited to night, he still looked handsome, in the early glow. “dang, am i really that untrustworthy? can’t even try to make you feel better without there being some ulterior motive?”
She rolled her eyes, settling back against his shoulder.
If one didn’t know Flint, it was easy to get swept up in his charm. It was easy to look at the twinkle in his eyelight, the smile on his face, and think there was a special place in his heart for you.
... But Illa knew him better than that. She’d seen the way his softness could disappear on command. She’d seen him deliberately sowing chaos, pitting people against one another for his own enjoyment. She’d seen him smile at someone like they were his closest friend in the world... then pour poison in their glass as soon as they turned.
He acted like he liked her. But he also often acted like he was too good for her... which left her very much doubtful of the former. She doubted he had much affection for anyone- why he played around with her, she had no idea. Perhaps she had something he wanted. Someone to toy with, someone nearby to flirt with. Perhaps there was some surface level attraction, or perhaps he just enjoyed the way she couldn’t help but get jealous when he gave attention to other women.
Illa couldn’t help but like him. And she couldn’t help being a people pleaser, doing what she could to keep him around. But... she was very much prepared for when he’d lose interest, and drop her like everyone else did.
She didn’t fool herself into thinking he liked her too.
“what’s a guy gotta do to convince you you’re useful?”
“Hush already.” She said, done with that particular subject. “I’m watching the sunrise.”
... Illa didn’t see the flicker across his face. He quickly covered it up.
“i love when yer mean to me.”
“Is that so?” The sky was almost entirely orange now, bathing them both in a golden glow.
“proves you like me more than everyone else.” He flicked away some cigarette ash. “yer usually such a polite doormat.”
“... Charming.”
... The top of the sun finally broke the horizon. Illa immediately felt its warmth. Her favourite part of the sunrise was over, now, and she knew she now needed to start making peace with the day’s oncoming heat.
“I should get goin’.” She said, reluctantly pulling herself away from him, and to her feet. She took off her shawl, rolling it up into an easy-to-manage ball. “I got the feelin’ it’s gonna be pretty damn hot today.”
Flint gazed up at her. “... one day, darlin’, i’ll manage to getcha to stay with me for the whole sunrise.”
...
... In her head, Illa laughed in his face. “You really think I’m that gullible? You really think you can say a few romantic words to me, and fool me like all the rest of your collection of broken hearts? Give it up. I know better. Just because I wish you cared about me as much as I care about you, doesn’t mean I’m going to swoon right into your open jaws.”
... But in reality, she just smiled. Because that kind of thing was exactly what she wanted to hear.
ENOUGH about putting all your f/os in one room. put all your s/is in one room... is it a slumber party, talking about respective crushes, or are they attacking each other viciously
fellow selfshippers 👏 out of curiosity, how do you personally feel about your self-inserts? (i tried keeping the options simple, but feel free to elaborate in the tags!)
my s/is are literally me, i don't see them as separate from myself
my s/is represent me, but i don't think of us as the same person
a mix of the two/it's complicated/etc. (in the tags if you'd like!)
Ok so here’s the first one. Less of an anti-match tbh, than a “you’d have to work at it” match.
In many ways you and Cook can seem very compatible. And with some work you could be. It’s not quite an “anti-match” so much as it’s just not the best possible match. It was my need jerk reaction match, but I ultimately dismissed as “eh” in favor of your choice in Chisel.
Lets go over what works first. You’re love of crafts. He’d enjoy working on little things with you in his down time, and he’ll encourage all your pursuits. You’re acts of service and providing food as a show of love for obvious reasons. He’ll be content to just enjoy the wild with you.
The places you’re gonna hit some rough patches. He’s not quite as dense about flirting, but will, at least at first, assume you’re lack of reaction or brushing it off is a soft rejection. It would take awhile to move past that. Cook himself has a lot of the same mental health issues that you do. PSTD, depression, anxiety. There’s is nothing inherently wrong with partners sharing these issues. Not at all. And that you manage well on your own is great! The issues, though will come in a few of your shared hang ups that would create hurdles in getting truly close. You both have some touch aversion, making getting physically close a little difficult. Not a major issue by any means, but something to be aware of. Combine this with your tendency to fall/accidentally injure yourself, I worry that Cook could get over bearing. He’s hyper vigilant, and while not necessarily overprotective per se, he would gradually come to hover more and more. Leave this behavior unaddressed for too long, and you might start to feel suffocated. He also wouldn’t respond well to your quick temper, even if he appreciates that you cool quickly. He doesn’t handle people lashing out well, and would distance himself from you every time. As friends it would be less of an issue, but as a partner, he’s allowed you a certain closeness, that puts him in a more vulnerable place. He’s more fragile than he lets on.
So that was what I had in mind when I did your original match. If you’re curious what kind of issues you might run into with someone else, let me know!
Since you do matchups, I can't resist any longer! So if you don't mind? I'm sag, enjoy the outdoors but not exercise. Fairly quiet unless I know you well, quick temper but I'm over it fast. Love to craft even if it's not always good, avid reader and writer. I tend to show affection through acts of service and food. Apparently dense when it comes to flirting, easily embarrassed but no shame to speak of. I can walk about 10 steps before I am falling and/or injuring myself. End part 1/2
I bounced a couple choices around before deciding, that Chisel really is a good fit. Like you he enjoys being outside, but not if it means too much moving. He’d much rather find a good spot to settle and just enjoy nature. Cloud watching or stargazing, or sitting on a dock and listening to the water move are things he really likes doing. He’s pretty quick tempered too, and while not as quick to cool, he appreciates that you are, and over time will get better at letting it go the way you do. He likes working with his hands a lot, and while he errs more towards the mechanical than the crafty he’s willing to learn or help if you want him to. He doesn’t much care how it turns out, as long as you have fun together. If it’s something you’re really disappointed about, he may end up spending days agonizing over how to perfect it, pulling all-nighters until its just right. He’ll appreciate any favors you do for him, big or small. Having someone do kind things with out and expectation is a fairly new expedience, so it’s always surprising, but welcome. Expect him to get a bit flustered about it. And this skele is always down to snack, but also be prepared to have plenty of innuendos tossed your way. Chisel’s flirting is pretty blunt and hard to miss, but if it still seems like its going over your head, he’ll come right out and tell you he’s interested. He’s pretty shameless himself, so he’ll get a kick out of you brushing off your embarrassment. He’s got a lot of issues himself, PTSD included. He tends to internalize in an unhealthy way however, so if he sees you coping, he’ll like eventually come to you for tips. He’ll be very ashamed to admit his perceived weakness to handle with care. If you ever do need help dealing with your problems he’s very supportive but not the most intuitive. So as long as you can guide him in what you need, he’s great to have on hand. He’ll find your antics hilarious and adorable, but also likes that you know when to back off and take a situation seriously. He’s pretty touchy feely himself, but will catch pretty quick that making the first move makes you uncomfortable. Once he realizes that he’ll let you come to him first. After you settle into the relationship more he might start initiating more contact, but will take care to telegraph his moves carefully so he knows you know its coming. He may not always be on board to join you in your new endeavors, but he will always support you.Chisel is an Aries. Aries and Sagittarius tend to be a very passionate match. The thing to watch for is that you don’t let the romantic passion cause you start neglecting other parts of your life. These two can get a bit too wrapped up in each other, dismissing other passions, and over time this can cause resentment, and force a wedge between you. Allow yourself time to enjoy other things in balance, and you’ll be fine.
I’m always happy to do matchups and any other requests. They might take me a bit to get to sometimes, but I enjoy doing them. Hope this satisfies! I’m also a sucker for the Fells. As for fanfiction, I’ve decided I have a bit to say on that, and will address it in a separate post which should be up within the hour.
I seen the event and couldn’t contain myself so, a matchup request!
Pronouns: She/her
Appearance: Short, brown hair/eyes, pasty
I’m fairly quiet unless I know people well, I struggle to articulate genuine emotion (but can/will chat about everything else under the sun). Love the outdoors, and adventuring to new places but not fond of exercise. A fairly quick temper but I tend to get over it fast. Love to craft but I’m not always good at it (sewing is the worst but crochet is the best), read and write a ton. I tend to lean towards food/acts of service when showing affection, sometimes physical but I do have a bit of touch aversion (and also PTSD and anxiety but I manage those well enough on my own, usually). Awful at flirting and apparently dense when being flirted with. I get embarrassed easily but am never ashamed of it, which comes in handy because I can’t walk more than ten steps without eating floor. A bit of a mess in terms of style, I can’t match to save my life so I don’t bother. I forget and lose things easily and I tend to a bit of a motherhen with anyone who is not me. And I’m a sag…I think that’s it lol
Places I like to go: I prefer quiet/open places (less crowds), museums, libraries, outdoor exhibits, etc
Thanks for hosting this, you’re a peach <3
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I match you with Hound (Paranormal Swapfell Papyrus)
Hound is pretty flexible when it comes to dates, so whether you want a night in to cook and craft together or a day out, he’s game. He’ll take you to his favorite hidden places and let you ride on his back if you get tired while exploring. On craft dates he’ll ask you to teach him how to do what you’re doing so he can make you something. If you give him any of your crafts he’ll treasure them forever. Soft things like scarves and plushies will be added to his nest.
Hound is good at reading others’ emotions and is understanding. He empathizes with your struggle to articulate genuine emotion; he has a habit of handing over most of the conversation to his peers and is more concerned with others’ feelings that expressing his own. That’s something you can work through together, though. Chatting is a good start. He always loves to listen to you talk, and if you make it known you’ll listen to him as well he’ll open up more.
Because he’s so attentive to your needs and emotions, he’s great with things like comforting you and knowing when you need to leave a situation. He’s patient and understanding, but also intimidating enough that nobody is going to mess with you if you’re upset and need to be alone.
While Hound loves to cuddle he’s not pushy about physical affection. He’s sharp and will quickly find out what love language you respond to best and adapt to that. He ADORES it when you cook for him and shows oodles of appreciation when you do things for him. Sometimes it makes him flustered because he feels he’s not worth your hard work, but if you’re happy to do it for him he’ll accept it graciously.
If you have a habit of losing things, no worries. Hound has a habit of collecting. If you can’t find something check his nest; chances are he picked it up and meant to return it to you but forgot.
Like to be cozy and don’t care about fashion? Perfect! You can borrow his clothes. Wait until you see his favorite sweater. It looks like the 70′s threw up on it.
Sorry for the long wait. I’ll be starting on oneshots as soon as I can. Thanks for your patience <3
This doesn’t tag me so I missed it (and I took a break from Tumblr) but SQUEEE. You don’t need to apologize at all and I am so ecstatic! This made my day when I seen it <3
MORE FICS. For a fandom I’m not ever in. The best part of this is the fact that I literally don’t know them. Any of them. I basically am just using their names. I wonder if I can offend anyone with bad characterizations. Gods I hope so ^-^
I put it all in one doc because I’m lazy. Click if you wanna. You probably shouldn’t.
