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self-shipper-snowdrop · 1 year

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Self Ship Valentines - Day 5

Prompt: “Favourite media”

Description: This one is not so much a writing piece as it is like, a handful of ideas! I feel like it’s a bit more explainable this way without me needing to pretend I can write music lyrics lmfao.

So!!! This one is a Dorothea/Bronwen post, since I feel like they fit pretty well here. So here goes;

-Dorothea, being an opera singer before Garreg Mach’s Officers Academy and beforethe war, obviously knows a lot about music and knows quite a few songs. Many of them are traditional operas right from Adrestia, but she’s open to hearing more songs.

-Lucky for her, Bronwen loves music! Bronwen doesn’t see herself as a good singer, but Dorothea loves her voice and says it’s beautiful.

-So, their favourite media to share is in music! Bronwen and Dorothea love sharing songs they know with one another, and contrasting them. Dorothea’s voice lends more to the opera, but Bronwen’s is more suited for the gentler songs that Serentir has to offer.

-When they get married, actually, Dorothea being a diva formerly kinda creates its own opera culture in Serentir as people want to know more about the queen consort. Bronwen’s happy to develop the arts sector in response!

-You can bet they fight over who does better. But Dorothea is fighting that Bronwen’s is the most beautiful, while Bronwen is fighting that Dorothy is. The cycle never ends. They fight and then smooch later. They are bi.

-Bronwen can’t write songs to save her damn life but Dorothea gives it a try. Bronwen is good, however, at thinking of melodies and tunes; just not lyrics. So Dorothea tends to hand Bronwen lyrics she’s written up before when inspiration strikes and Bronwen sings it in what tune comes to mind. It’s a lovely system of making their own things to enjoy together.

Basically they are music gays

#selfship valentines #self ship valentines #wlw selfship #wlw self ship #romantic; song as old as rhyme

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mango-mya · 2 months

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I love daydreaming about if my OC x Canon/ Self insert x Canon ships were real bc like.....woah ...what it there were special episodes/side quests dedicated to their relationships....ouhh..

#like.... there would totally be a Valentine's Day episode/side dedicated to them okayyyt #self shipping #self ship #self ship community #oc x canon #oc x canon community #*side quest. what

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pursuitseternal · 2 months

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“Rescue Me:” Risk, nsfw Romance, and sub!Ascended Astarion update for “The Rogue You Were”

Ascended Astarion x F!Reader | E | 4.2K rescue and nsfw reward

Summary: just a harmless hunt turns dangerous, an old threat from your Tadpole days resurfaces. Once your love has you rescued, you reward him handsomely for the effort.

CW: Canon-typical violence, bloodshed, Vampire Bride powers homebrew, protective Astarion, soft sub/dom dynamics, Sub!AA, outdoor sex, praise kink

My bloody Valentine for @marimosalad , @myfavouritelunatic , and @brabblesblog

Ao3 Link | Astarion Fic Masterlist

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The world is a wash of colors, a bouquet of scents, now that you step into it with all your vampiric powers. The forests around the city are colored as the trees begin to turn, reds like his eyes and golds like the treasure you’ve amassed as sovereigns. And your limbs are alive as you bolt under those trees. Reithwith is far behind you, the forests and wilds ahead. The only thing faster in the world rushes at your side

Astarion. Hair whipping wildly in the wind, eyes narrowed as he runs. Mouth grinning like a fool so wide, his pointy fangs peek from his lip.

You feel the same too. Alive. Powerful. The rush of speed and thrum of your vampiric vigor, it intoxicates you. Powerful. Like nothing can touch you.

“Bet I find and kill a bigger animal than you, my love…” you taunt right into his mind.

“Oh my dear, I’d like to see you try…” he pants with open mouth as he purrs back into your thoughts. “Nothing so delicious out here in these woods than me, my pet.”

“True…” you flash him an image of your razor-like fangs biting him all over… his neck, his thigh… that sweet, filled m-out swell of his own ass cheek, your hand fondling his balls from behind…

He nearly stumbles over the roots of some great oak at that. Regaining his sure footing just in time. “Tempting… but I’ll enjoy my spoils so much more by winning this little hunt you suggested, darling.” He slows a bit until you’ve caught up, until your shoulders bump as you keep in stride through the forest undergrowth. Even as it’s dying.

You toss your head, hair streaming from your face as you flash him your own fanged smile. “To the winner goes the spoils, then….” You give a giddy laugh before darting into the forest away from him and out of his sight….

It’s only after you’ve fallen a stag, feasting on its warm blood, that you realize someone stands behind you. Before plain lances throught the back of your head.

Before the world goes dark.

The forest has grown dark by the time you open your eyes, your head swims. Whatever they smacked you with, it left no lingering damage, not with your vampiric powers. Not when you have his blood in your veins. Slowly the world comes into focus, and you know you’re not alone. Three large male Drows stand guard over you, their armor thick and their eyes intense.

“Oh good, you’re awake.”

That voice. A female crosses towards you, her own armor dark like night, her red eyes shining as she scans you, bound with your legs together under you, your arms behind your back. The chains around your wrists and ankles sting, but it’s her gaze that makes you disgusted and slightly nervous. Those eyes flash between your mouth and your neck.

She wants your bite. And your blood.

“Araj…” you growl.

“I’m glad I made such an impression on you and your lord that I haven’t been forgotten.” She looks down at you, closing in on where you’re bound. Every urge in your body hums to life, you strain at your bonds, but they burn your skin the more you struggle.

“You know, he will kill you when he finds you,” you hiss, “Lord Astarion wouldn’t deign to drink from you, but he will enjoy spilling your every last drop.”

Araj laughs as she crouches next to you, “I should hope he tries, little consort. I cannot wait to study your blood. You little spawn, how does it feel when he compels you?” She runs a finger up the side of your neck, you pant as she touches you, you flinch. She is repulsive, her finger on your skin an insult to Astarion’s greatest creation. She strokes where your own two bite mark scars dip your flesh. “Does he drink from you nightly? Make you do all sorts of exotic and rigorous things, that Vampire Ascendant?”

Fangs bared, you hiss in her face. “You dare to touch what is his…” your mind spins, suddenly flooded with a surge of power. A warmth races down your spine and into your limbs. It makes you bold. It makes you laugh. “He is coming, you vermin. And he does not like having his things taken….”

Araj gives a nod to her soldiers, they draw their blades and fan out into the dark. She laughs, cackles more like. “Oh, imagine if I captured the Ascendant and his consort… if I had their blood to play with… their teeth to satisfy my dreams and curiosity…. You should have killed me when you had the chance instead of leaving me unconscious.”

Your voice shifts in your throat, you can feel him whisper in your mind. “Your hero is coming. I’ll be there soon, my lady….” You take a sigh of relief, feeling his haste, drinking in the wave of his rage as if it can nourish you.

And then, you speak, his voice in your mouth, his silken tones on your tongue. “I’m rather glad I did leave you… it will be far more satisfying to end you slowly now for what you have done… darling….”

Araj freezes at the sound of his voice. Eyes wide and frightened as she watches his power possess you. His power caresses your body, giving you a lasting sense of comfort. And you give the Drow a wicked smile. “We are going to love punishing you.”

The dark glade you’re in is suddenly filled with the sounds of bones crunching and blood spattering on the ground. One body… two… three bodies hit the dirt with a crunch. And Araj draws a little dagger. You laugh, your own sweet tones on your tongue again. “Oh yes, little prey, pull out your claws. Won’t stop you….”

“…from being devoured….” That low, velvety male voice caresses up your spine, his footsteps landing behind you.

Your hero, your lovey villain. Your master and mate. He touches the top of your head briefly, assuring you of his protection and presence.

Astarion’s hands pull your bonds apart. That roguish dexterity never leaving his beautiful fingers, the silver chains coming apart like butter in his grip. And even as you hear the little hiss of its power burning his skin, he gives no hint of pain.

Flinging the chains aside, he lifts you to your feet, steadying you, as if you weigh nothing to him.

The Drow’s eyes are wide, the red of her irises shaking up and down in her fear. Astarion growls, his twin daggers pulled from behind his back swiftly. You have seen it countless times. A chilling laugh comes from his mouth. “You really should have brought an army if you planned to touch what is mine… if you planned to take what is precious to me.”

“How else was I…” she tries to back away, stepping with a sickening crunch on the bones of one of her guards.

“What… darling? Fulfill your twisted little fantasy? Or find a way to sate your death wish?” he chuckles, his daggers twirling so beautifully, so gracefully in his long and bloodied fingers. “It took me all but a moment to rip all three to shreds… and you,” he points his dagger at her quivering form, head held high and shoulders squared, bloodied mouth ginning wide in the moonlight. “You’ll I’ll take my time with, darling. For what you tried to rob me of, my Consort, my Bride, there is no punishment fit enough for your crime, if I am any judge.” Another roll of dark laughter. “Which I was once, but now…” he closes in on Araj, feline and fast, “I’m your executioner.”

You watch, your stomach turning sour at the smell of her fetid blood. He’s so graceful, the way his body moves as he fights, not really a fight. It’s a dance, his movements fatal and swift, his little noises of effort punctuating the silent forest.

You draw closer, until he drops his blades into the mat of leaves on the forest floor. She’s still twitching on the ground, Araj, lover of all things sanguine, laying in a pool of her own life’s blood.

It’s more than enough vengeance for now. His arms sweep you up, taking you from the carnage.

Taking you to safety.

A clearing bathed in the moonlight… not unlike your first time. If only you knew the road ahead of you that night and all the pleasures and love that awaited.

You still smell fetid blood in your nose, you still feel the burn of silver round your wrist and ankles.

He sets you gingerly on the ground, his eyes looking everywhere but your face. His heart pounds so heavily, you can hear it as if it is your own. His touch pulses with it in his fingers, his hands turning over the burn marks on your pale skin. Hetugs where your sleeves and trousers have been torn to expose you, to make room for the silver chains to corrode into your flesh. “That bitch… I hope she does slowly, I hope she’s still in agony for what she did to you,” he spits, words hissing between his clenched teeth.

“Never,” he proclaims so loudly it hurts your ears. Suddenly both palms press into your face, making you turn to meet his glowing crimson eyes. He’s livid, silver brows furrowed deep, thick lips somewhere between a frown and a snarl. “Never again, I’m never letting you out of my sight again, darling. Where you go, I go. I will always be watching you everywhere you go. And never again will you stray from my side, do you hear me? Don’t you dare….” The ferocious snarl, the fearsome timbre of his voice, snaps in an instant.

His face presses against you, nose to nose, his forehead hot and damp with sweat where it crams against yours, his cheeks beginning to stain with wet. “Don’t… I can’t… I can’t lose you again.” He sobs, his tongue licking his lips from the salty strains of tears. “I’m not strong enough for that.”

His arms wrap around your head, pulling you into his blood spattered and embroidered jacket. His favorite one, with the golden stitched peacocks on a sea of cream silk. But it wasn’t cream any longer. You hiss as your hands and wrists brush his body. Instantly he recoils, concern etched across his handsome features. That mask of indifference he wears so often as Ascendant has vanished. And all you see staring at you in the dark woods, huddled on the ground, is the man who loves you, who stops at nothing to rescue you.

He pretends his cheeks aren’t wet, pretends that aquiline nose of his isn’t almost running. He brings your wrists to his mouth, kissing over the burn marks as if his lips could heal you.

As if his love could heal you alone.

You shiver in pain. The wounds are still fresh and raw with blisters. He instantly starts to work the buttons of that jacket, his pale skin exposed to the night as he wraps it around your shaking shoulders.

His heat saturates the fabric, his eyes and hands busy as he snugs it tightly around your frame. But behind his eyes, inside his thoughts he only hears that beat of how he needs to save you.

Just as you have always saved him.

Fangs pierce his own naked wrist, his blood, warm and tingling, drips with a hiss on your burned skin, blisters fading and raw skin knitting back together the second it connects with his powerful essence. Quickly, he moves to your ankles, making sure every little bit of your injuries is bathed in his blood.

Feeling returns to your extremities. You wriggle them, and Astarion leans closer, bringing his wrist to your lips, letting it whet your hunger.

Your stomach turns at the taste, instantly needing more in your belly, instantly losing all sense of pain. Or fear. Or loneliness. Not now that his power flows from his veins to yours. And you release your lips after a few swallows. Just enough to steady your head.

He’s shushing you softly, muttering to himself, “Never agains, never…”

“Astarion,” you breathe, “you are strong.”

“No,” he shakes his head, bringing you against his warm chest, “I can’t be if it comes to losing you….” His breath is ragged in his lungs, heart racing still from his rescue.

And fear.

“Then we are strong enough together, my love,” you force his face in your hand, turning it, making him, compelling him, to meet your gaze. “I knew you’d come,” you whisper, feeling him lean a little harder into your touch. “You fearsome Vampire Ascendant, if I need to be confident enough for both of us, then let me do that for you.”

He gives a wet laugh, “My consort, my queen, my right hand….”

“The hand that helps pull you up even when I’m the cause of your fall,” you give a tender smile in return.

He gives you a smile that resembles more of his rakish smirk, if still a bit tragic and a bit forced. “Maybe there’s something that hand of yours could pull… if you’re offering.”

Your hand strays down the soft skin of his chest… his stomach. “I wouldn’t want to spoil you, but you do so love when your acts of heroism are compensated, I recall….”

“Rewarded, my little love,” he tries to chuckle. Still weak, his body showing more of the despair that still blisters inside him that his words will allow to describe. “Why don’t you reward me,” he looks down on you with those big, wet crimson eyes, “haven’t I been so good to you?”

“Of course,” you whisper, pressing your hand in the valley of his chest, making him flatten out on the forest floor.

Not unlike days of old.

“You’re always so good to me, won’t you let me be good to you in return?” you slink your way over his body, spreading your thighs so straddle those hips of his.

“I have earned it, haven’t I?” He preens beneath you, just a small spark of that arrogance and seduction coming back. His hands haven’t left your body, pawing at your hips, running up your back.

As if he will never let you go, never let himself lose you again.

You shrug the weight of his jacket from your shoulders and pull the edges of your long tunic over your head, torn and dirty as it is, you breathe a sigh of relief. The dark of his pupils consume that ring of red around them, eyes dilating to see your breasts, a sight just for him. Instantly his hands reach for them, one in each palm, cradled in his touch, so soft and so perfectly. You long to taste him, to get the sour tang of fear and bile that still lingers in your mind, despite even the taste of his ascendant blood on your tongue.

His lips shake as they meet your own, almost unwilling to believe he gets to do this again. Disbelieving he’s managed to save you, to decimate your enemies with you so deep in their clutches.

He basks in the way your body clings to him, like he does every chance he has to sit curled in the sun. A little smile on his lips, even as they dance and devour yours. His touch reverently ghosts up your belly, tantalizingly light on your skin, tucking into the waistband of your trousers to try to slink them down.

But you smile into his kiss, brushing his hands away like gnats. “My love…” you rasp, “did you ask to try to remove those?”

“No,” he growls in reply, hands instantly slinking back up your body, brushing against your swaying breasts to cradle the back of your neck.

“Mmmm, that’s better,” you moan slightly into his mouth. Hands splayed on his chest, you raise yourself back up, feeling the heat and pressure of his growing erection beneath your body. A slight wriggle of your hips makes his mouth hang slack. “Let me just ride you, my love. Let me make you feel that I’m here with you.”

He groans at that. Hands planting firmly back on your hips, you slowly grind on that length, feeling it hardening under you. But you tutt your tongue, sliding down his thighs. “Can’t have you hard down your leg, can we?”

He shakes his head, “By the hells no,” he hisses as you reach in to adjust him. He groans as you take his shaft in your grip, a few gentle pumps aren’t enough for him over that steely hard erection. You sweep your thumb over that weeping slit, just enough to make the bead of precum slick your fingers before you let go, keeping his cock inside the waistband of his breeches.

Tongue running over one fang, he watches as you lick your fingers clean, as you slide your body back over to grind on his aching hardness. “Aren’t I worthy of a little more reward for my heroics?” He tries to sound demanding, but with each buck of your hips that rubs the heat and fabric where you join, he only grows more desperate.

“Good things come to Ascendant Lords who wait, my love,” you purr, slowing the way your hips gyrate over his just to prove your point. Fingernails claw into your hip bones, scoring and tearing your skin. His head digs back into the ground, the rustle of leaves beneath him a staccato to the way his breath pours out in a long pant. “Tch,” you lean down to capture that mouth that twists in agony. “Easy my love,” you whisper as his lips try to consume your own cold breath. His hands press on your shoulders, the back of your neck, holding you steady as he thrusts up into that warming crease between your thighs. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Damned right, you’re not,” he growls, a tenacity in his tone and ferocity in the way his fingers cling into your mussy hair. “And you’re mine…”

You shake free of his hold, sliding to slip off your trousers, the night air making every hair on your body prickle. Your nipples firm up harder than pebbles, even as your nerves burn to take his heat within you, for him to thrust his pulsing cock inside, to fill you with the friction you crave more to survive than blood.

But instead you settle back, your folds wet and pressing into the suede of his breeches. “Your reward is rather cruel, little love,” he hisses, nearly whining, even as his voice rumbles in his chest. “May I touch my spoils?” he whispers.

A wicked, gaping smirk on your lips and your head throw back as you demonstrate. “Like this, my lord?” You still on his prodding cock, lifting your hips just enough for his darkened eyes to watch your fingers slip loudly into your drenched folds. Your stroke, you circle and curl, whatever movements make the most sounds. Astarion’s hands slowly creep from your hips lower… lower… daring silently as he encroaches closer where you now ride your own touch.

You smile, closing your eyes, giving him a little nod, a little gift of your permission as his thumb slips inside where your fingers already play. His cock presses into you as his fingers slide over your clit. That bulge throbs through the now soaked spanse of suede, a satisfied smirk on his face as his touch catches you just right.

As your thighs grip him hard, as your own hand goes still inside your entrance, leaving you with just that merciful stroke of his thumb on your clit as he steals your breath. As the warmth of pleasure blooms from your belly. As you buck and writhe all the harder, all the more erratic until your vision swims.

Boneless, shivering, you’re pulled down to his mouth, fingers gently throttling you as you stil gasp for air from your climax.

It feels… so good. Saved. Rescued. Claimed. Good to be his.

His kiss is all tongue and fangs, those little growls and huffs he makes when he feeds on you filling your mouth as he caresses you. His hands slink into the new open space he’s made, fingers snapping his laces open. Finally almost freeing himself.

But you laugh, sinking your own fang into his lip to make him gasp and freeze in pain. “Naughty,” you breathe before sucking on that seeping blood. “You know better than that… you know to ask first, my love.” You chastise him, making him shudder under your lips. “But since you were so wonderful being my hero, saving your lady love, I’ll forgive you…” you raise up, feeling his hands tugging fiercely, not even finishing all the straps to release that aching erection.

“To the victor…” he raps, guiding your body to sink quickly on his shaft… He pants in delight as you squeeze around him at last, “go the spoils.” His chest rises and falls, pale skin catching in the moonlight, his sweat glistening. But you can’t tear away from his mouth. Not with how he works his lips on yours, his tongue tangling in time with every little thrust you make.

One of his arms presses you closer to join where he fucks up into you, where you soak his skin and slap hard against him. But that other, that other arm winds behind your shoulders, hand clawed into the base of your neck, keeping your breath as his breath, your tongue twisted with his. But it’s not enough… not hard enough or fast enough, even as you feel his breathing grow ragged.

You sit up, launching off his chest with two hands braced. He whines, whines to have you break from his clutches. A single finger crooking, you beckon him up to you. A rustle of leaves, the scent of damp, nighttime earth in your nose, and he obeys to sit up too. Eager, biting his fangs into his bottom lip. Hips rolling, back arched in deepest pleasure, you feel his tongue lapping up, a single damp streak between your breasts. Those dexterous hands grip into your skin, those powerful arms that snapped your enemies in half are wrapped tenderly around your waist.

He growls against your neck, too hesitant to bite. Warm lips wrap around your ear, the loud suck, the squelch of his tongue sends ice cold shivers of pleasure right down your spine. One more time, a loud suck, the clack of his fangs together in your ear, and you shatter, another wave of orgasm ripping you in two. Wetness squirts down your thighs, his cock is so slick inside you from your arousal, even as thick and hot as he has grown approaching his own release.

Even as your walls clutch and undulate through his thrusts into you that never relent.

His back is wet, dead leaves clinging to his shoulders as you hold him, trying to keep your balance against the flexing muscles of his back. Your rogue, your hero, he takes advantage of your breathless submission as you float down from orgasm to clutch you even harder. His voice grates in his throat, thick with desire and breathless from exertion. “May I…”

“What do you wish?” you murmur, slack in his arms as he thrusts with desperation, your body barely able to ride him much longer.

“I want…” he pants, “to fill you. For you to seep with me, to make you…” he groans as you shudder at that dark, deep tone in his voice, “make you full of my seed and scent. So I’ll always be able to find you, darling…”

“Yes,” you hiss somewhere in the middle of his words. A shuddering whine in his throat, and you feel every muscle tighten like a bow string. Rolling you to your back, he presses your legs into your body, the heat of your folds now open to the night air. Hips snap hard, reckless and with abandon. He fucks into you at his pleasure, at his mercy. His eyes don’t seem to blink as he stares into your own face. Dirt smudges his cheek, but it’s that haze in his eyes, that way his mouth twists in beautiful bliss that makes your own body hum to be used.

Pressing you, folding you bent and spread for him, he cages you into the earth this time. A smirk, wide and toothy, pants down from above you, those dark crimson eyes flutter shut as he bucks and shudders. One loud pant that sticks in his throat and your walls grow warm, coated as he does fill you, cum and arousal leaking into the dirt. Not for the first time.

Not for the last.

Breath heavy, skin damp, he hugs you into him, the echo of his beating heart in your own chest hard enough to almost be your own.

“Never again, my love, my consort,” he whispers, more to himself than for your ears. “I’ll spend the rest of our lives rescuing you… as you rescued me.”

With one last kiss, he softens over you, almost sleepy in his breath, and you wipe the mud from his cheek.

That roguish mud from his ascended skin. And nestled as he is, he smiles against your breast as you do.

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crowtechs · 2 months

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its valentines day !!

♡ imagine your f/o spoiling you with gifts! whether it be flowers, plushies, a sweet letter, anything! they want valentines day to be so special for you! imagine it going vice versa and YOU are the one spoiling your f/o with endless amounts of gifts, imagine the surprised expression on their face or the flustered look they get when you offer them their valentines gifts <3

♡ or maybe... your f/o doesnt think valentines day is all that special, maybe they think the holiday is mediocre at best, but they know valentines day is a special for you both or they know that valentines day means so much to you; or maybe they simply love you too much and want to spend time with you on this lovely holiday! maybe they get you a gift; maybe they make reservations to your favourite restaurant; maybe you dont do anything romantic, but spend time with each other—what matters is they made sure the day was perfect for the both of you!

♡ whatever you do with your f/o on valentines day, just know they are so happy that theyre with you. that they get to spend such a sweet holiday with you. they think they are the luckiest person on this earth to be able to be with you... whether it be to spend time on valentines day or not; they cherish every moment with you <3

( pr0ship/c0mship dni! this post is not for you! )

#happy valentines day everyone ! ^^#this was in my drafts for a while...#selfship #selfship community #self ship #self ship community #selfshipping #self shipping #imagine your f/o #f/o imagine #f/o imagines

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sunflawyer · 2 months

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Imagine your f/o... in Valentine's Day! 🍫💝

You wake up in the morning with a smile on your lips, expecting your f/o to be by your side, looking at you with those affectionate eyes of theirs. But as you look at their side of the bed, you find nothing. Where are they?

Puzzled, you raise up from the bed and make your way to the quiet living room. Your eyes scan around the room and call out their name, "(f/o), where are you?" as you scratch your head.

Suddenly, you feel a weight on your left shoulder, and a series of gentle kisses on your skin. You smile and turn around to face them — your f/o. "Hey, you." they whisper in your ear, making you giggle. "Miss me?"

"You weren't there when I woke up. I thought something happened."

They chuckle, "Sorry, sweetheart. Got something to do." while leaning closer to press their lips on yours, "But, hey, now that you're awake. I got you something."

You tilt your head, "Yeah?"

With a grin, they bring out something from their back — a flower bouquet. Filled with your favorite flowers. And a sweet little teddy bear in the middle of it. It was so pretty, so sweet, so vibrant. You can tell they pick the best bouquet only for you. You look into their eyes, momentarily speechless.

"Happy Valentine, my love." they say as their arm pulls you into their warm embrace, "I love you so, so much. I can't thank you enough for choosing me, for being with me through thick and thin. I love you — and I always will."

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fictional-others · 2 months

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Y’all I’m so sorry I’ve been so inactive, I just had a baby. Edit: thank you all!!! You’re the best

💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

Anyway, imagine thinking your f/o isn’t going to get you anything for valentines. No one else ever has, so why would they?

You wake up valentines morning, groggy as you see a red bag next to you, tied with pink ribbon. You open it, hesitantly, finding your favorite box of chocolates, a cute plushy you’d been eyeing, and a handmade card that read:

Dear Y/N,

I know you’ve never really gotten a valentines gift, which breaks my heart. I want you to know that you are so incredibly special to me. I don’t know what I’d do without you. I love you with all my heart. Never change.

Love,

Your SO

Unbeknownst to you, your f/o is standing outside the door. They suddenly walk in when you’re finished reading the heartfelt card, expressing their love to you as they hold you in their arms.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/N. You deserve the world. I love you more than anything. As cheesy as it is, will you be my Valentine?”

Psh, like that’s even a question.

#f/o community #fictional others #self ship community #f/o positivity #self shipping #valentines day imagine #romantic f/o

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cherubdulce · 2 months

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milkshake date? 🩷🍨

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#this was suuposed to my Valentine’s Day peice u__u apologies for the lateness #I mean it’s February in some area LOL /joke #the halftones are hard to see there 😭😭😭#🪽art tag #🦌bambtrev🦦#self ship art #self ship #self ship community #f/o community #fictional other #latino selfship #bipoc selfship #lesbian selfship

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wayfinderships · 3 months

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VALENTINE'S DAY COMMISSIONS ARE: CLOSED!

Since Valentine's day is coming, I figured I should open up special commissions for the occasion! 🩷All options are $20 USD and payment can be done via PayPal or Ko-fi. Payment must be done Upfront!

There will no slot limit, however, I will close these on February 12th! If you're interested in a commission, please contact me via DMs!

🩷 Will Do: Fanart, OCs, Self Inserts, Complicated Designs, Furry,

❌ Won't do: Proship Content, Mecha, Certain Media (H.azbin H.otel, A.ttack on T.itan, H.arry P.otter)

#ych commission #Self Ship Commissions #Depending on how popular these get I might extend it to the whole month #But I'm limiting it to the 12th for now to ensure everyone gets theirs on time for Valentine's Day! ^^#Regualr Commissions are still open too if anyone is interested but keep in mind that the Valentine's Commissions will take priority

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frozenhi-chews · 2 months

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💋 Kissing the Stars 🌟

Happy Valentines everyone!! What better way to celebrate than to be starkissed? :3

Based off this!

Tagging: @jocelynships @gible-love-nibles @gideongrovel @cherubdulce @bioexorcizm @eternally-smitten @wisp-herr @jils-things @pranabird | ask to be added on!

#🥞 cake art #self ship stuff #pancake aesthetic #🌵💫#💗 valentine love 💌#self ship #self shipping #self ship art #self insert #self insert x canon #starlo #uty #Undertale Yellow #safeshipping #image redraw #Valentines #valentine #valentines day

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self-shipper-snowdrop · 1 year

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Self Ship Valentines - Day 4

Prompt: “Fond memories”

Description: Many years after the war, when Bronwen and Seteth have been happily married for some time and had a few children of their own, they tell their young ones about some old memories sot Flayn can rest.

“Goddess above- Silvia! Get back here, your big sister needs her rest!”

“But mom-! Big sis Flayn already gets so much rest! I wanna play with her, she’s the best at games!”

Seteth smiled fondly towards the group, as Bronwen managed to scoop up their youngest daughter Silvia and stop her from knocking on Flayn’s door too early in the morning. Her words barely even registered as Bronwen pulled their six-year-old over towards him and sat down beside her husband. He managed to snap out of his trance as their older child- an eight year old named Angelica but whom they always called Angie- walked into the room to investigate the noise. She quickly trotted up to them and leaned up to look at Seteth’s desk, her bright brown eyes peeking out as she brushed her deep green hair out of the way of her gaze.

“Seteth, sweetie- let’s tell the girls a bit about before we were married. Then Flayn can get proper sleep.” Bronwen said softly, “The girls have always been curious anyway.”

Seteth chuckled a bit, but closing some documents on Serentir’s recent affairs, he pulled his chair out a bit. Angie quickly hopped on to his lap, Silvia holding on to her mother as Seteth began to speak.

“Well.... you already know I had your sister Flayn before I met your mother. But did I tell you I wasn’t a king until after I met her?” Seteth asked. The girls’ eyes went wide as saucers.

“What?! No way!” Silvia said with amazement lacing her words, “But hasn’t daddy always been king? He has, right?!”

Bronwen couldn’t help but giggle. “No, I wasn’t queen yet. It was my parents- your grandparents- who were in charge. I was just a princess when I met your father.”

Angie looked up at her father, lightly tugging on his sleeve, “Really, daddy? Mommy was a princess like us?”

The parents glanced at one another, a knowing look in their eyes. Seteth, however, nodded. “Indeed. She lead the Pink Butterflies house at the Officer’s Academy. That’s at Garreg Mach, at Fódlan’s centre. I was the helper of Lady Rhea, the archbishop at the time.”

Silvia tilted her head, her brown hair showing some of the pale green locks on the inner side as she did, “Auntie Rhea?”

Bronwen nodded, “Yes, it was her. Your father and I weren’t able to speak much at first, but I must admit, I was taken with him the moment I saw him.”

“Surely not, Bronwen. I didn’t look young even then.” Seteth shook his head.

“No, I truly was! That was why I had such a hard time speaking to you, dear. I had no idea what I was feeling or what to do about it.” Bronwen giggled, “But... time passed. I was alone at the ball during the Ethereal Moon, a beautiful dance that happens every year at Garreg Mach. I was alone that night, and headed up to the goddess tower.”

“I’m still not sure how. Even then, before I realized what I was feeling for her, I thought your mother looked like an angel on that night. She wore the most beautiful blue dress anyone had ever seen. I had assumed she was on a date that night, but I was surprised to realize she wasn’t.” Seteth remarked, “I still remember how she laughed at the look on my face when she said she wasn’t waiting for anyone.”

Bronwen smiled at him softly, “Well, you must admit, it was certainly a sight to see! I’d never seen you so surprised.”

“I didn’t get shocked very often at the time. But you’d surprised me twice in one night, my love. Thrice, actually, after you asked to make a wish with me.” Seteth added, and Angie pulled on her dad’s sleeve again to get his attention.

“You made a wish? Was it to get married and be together forever and ever?!” Angie was basically bouncing with excitement as she clung on to her father, “I heard Auntie Rhea say that if two people make a wish up on that tower, the goddess will grant it!”

Bronwen shook her head with a laugh, “No, no! We didn’t even know we felt that way yet. I was just... scared, truthfully. I wanted someone there to wish with me. Do you remember our wishes, Seteth?”

He nodded, “Indeed. I doubt I’ll ever forget. You wished for safety- that the goddess would protect you from the people who hurt you in the past. I... well, I wished that you would marry the person you love. I had remembered how upset you were, realizing an arranged marriage was still on the table in your future. I was hoping the goddess would be kind and grant you someone to love instead.”

“So... I was kinda right....” Angie huffed, but Silvia stuck her tongue out at her. “No you weren’t! Daddy didn’t think it’d be him!”

“Be nice to each other, you two. If you start arguing, you’ll wake Flayn. You know she needs lots of rest because of her... condition.” Seteth scolded the two gently, but they huffed and went back to listening. “Thank you. Now- my love, we had some time before we decided to become a couple, didn’t we? The war was... brutal to everyone.”

Bronwen nodded sadly. “Yes... it was. That war plunged all of Fódlan into chaos. But, my dears, in it I was terrified of losing your father. Even then, I still didn’t want to face the thought of a life without him. I remember begging the other generals not to end him or Flayn into a fight due to how scared I was of something happening. Your father confronted me about it, actually, but I just ran away from him. I was a new queen, confused, scared- I didn’t know how to explain any of it.”

“I am no fool, though. I had my suspicions- but I didn’t dare ask until later, when we had a few key victories.” Seteth remarked, “But in the process... I’m afraid I accidentally told your mother how I felt. Quite a mess, that was.”

Bronwen giggled as the girls dramatically gasped, “Indeed! I didn’t expect it at all, and like a fool, I started sobbing. He could barely understand me! But your big sister Flayn was so excited after we told her we decided to get together. She was jumping for joy.”

The young girls looked at one another, then looked up at their parents.

“Then you got married?”

They both glanced at one another and laughed.

“Not that quickly, little ones. Not that quickly.” Seteth corrected with a chuckle, “We waited until after the war, and some time after Fódlan was more stable. I wanted to be certain the current archbishop would be alright without my assistance. Then, I asked your mother if she would marry me. The kingdom was quite surprised.”

“They shouldn’t have been....” Silvia muttered, burying her head in her mother’s shoulder, “They’re dumb dumbs if they ever thought mommy wouldn’t marry daddy.”

Bronwen gently ruffled the young girl’s hair, causing her laugh. “No, sweetie. They just thought I’d marry other royalty. But everyone welcomed your father with open arms as the king- and he does an amazing job. Just as I knew he would.”

A door then creaked open, and the sound of light footsteps drew the girls’ attention. Everyone looked towards the source of the sound, but the moment Flayn’s light green hair came into view, the two young girls gasped and rushed over towards her.

“Big sis Flayn!”

The parents couldn’t help but laugh as they practically tackled Flayn in a hug, the story already in the rear view mirror as they chattered on and on with their sister about what game to play. The royals looked at one another, shaking their heads with a chuckle. Seteth took Bronwen’s hand, lightly kissing her knuckles and holding her hand up to his cheek.

“Ah..... maybe the girls were right about something there.”

Bronwen looked at Seteth, an eyebrow raised but a smile on her face. “On what?”

“I think you were, indeed, the answer to my wish from the goddess.” Seteth muttered against her palm, “I’m just surprised she decided to send you... me.”

#selfship valentines #self ship valentines #the dreamer’s diary of escapism #romantic; the greatest of joys #I FUKCING LOVE HIM YOU DONT UNDERSTABND *SOBS*#SETETH DESERVES SO MUCH MORE GODDAMMIT

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curiousechoo · 2 months

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Happy Valentine’s Day!!! 💕💕💕

I was planning to post this sooner but I got caught up with another thing being going on a trip

Otherwise I’m glad I’m able to share this before I didn’t have any time left (or in that case get a headache)

+ additional valentine doodles (for both ocs and friends)

(Echō & Razordash belongs to me)

(Nightracer belongs to @marinatedsaltea )

:P das about all I shall share for now. Will keep updated on mor doodles soon!

#character art #digital art #happy valentine's day #transformers animated #tfa #self sona #self ship #tfa echo #tfa razordash #gehsgdhwhdhwhshs #ueee my head hurts-#tfa blitzwing

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zipperqwerty · 4 months

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LOVE YCH!

THose are open!

Dm if interested! Can do furry, real people, fanart, self ship, oc x canon, self insert, and more don't be afraid to ask!

Perfect for valentine's day!

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sunflawyer · 2 months

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Happy Valentine's Day!! 🤎🧡🍫

It's Jimmy and Abby's first valentine together!! 🥹 Lots of love from them!! ♡

@glory-steadygo @eternally-smitten @retrojem @greennjayy @kylars-princess @botanists-little-cookie @sumiaswife @pastelcringeboy @aego-philautia @h0t-p1nk-ch33tah-pr1nt @l3mon-flavored-selfships @akadaemiya @dreamwinged @diorlumx @boinky-spoinky @selfshipper-alex @ciambeeeline @frozenhi-chews @cherubdulce @scaramutual @kajiiswife @bobmckenzie @thatslikesometaldude @selfshippery @jimbo-png @gogolsbf @literally-just-there @violetsareblue-selfships @scrunkalicious thank you everyone 🥹🧡

#🧡 mayo's art #⚖️🌻#sunflawyer #sunflower puppy!#oc x canon #jimmy mcgill #self ship #self insert #self ship art #self insert art #self ship valentine #happy valentine's day #self ship community

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