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Mod Nerd: I’ve self shipped with Cor Leonis from Final Fantasy XV for year and a half now and I love him so much. He makes me feel safe. I can’t stop thinking about him!!
Mod Panda: I have only been self shipping for a few years now and when I came in, Jacob Frye was my first! I still love him dearly, even though the very thought of him makes me blush.
Mod Pen: Hanzo Shimada has been one of my biggest loves lately. Never wanted to smooch a man so much.
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I self shipped even before I knew there was a term for it. I kept reading/writing OCxCharacter fanfics and mentally inserted myself into the position of the OC’s, up until I (re)discovered RPing in college and started shamelessly inserting myself into stories and pairing myself with characters. It’s been years, but I’m still a self shipper!
confessed by Anonymous
We’re glad you’re finding joy in self shipping, nonnie!! We mods here at SelfShipConfess welcome you with open arms and I hope you continue to enjoy as much as everyone else does!!
Myf/o stopped me from suicide. The ‘friendships’ I had up until recently were too fragile and fell apart after a ptsd breakdown from myself. I cut ties with everyone and wanted to end myself… until it was like my f/o saying to me. “hey, I love you, you are worth so much more and don’t give up because of these people.“ from that day on I started appreciating my life and everyone in it again. I feel alive again and part of it is because of my F/O. I LOVE HIM!
I love to imagine Specter (my f/o: the villain from Ape Escape) of being able to visit me in this real reality. I’m.. severely mentally ill. To the point I can’t leave my home anymore, and imagining and talking out loud to a imaginary monkey fellow, or imagining those little pipo monkeys running around the house like our kids,,, makes me feel less alone.. less like a failure- and really makes me feel loved. Even if I, technically portray him wrong,, I love imagining that I could just, take him away from those evil points in the game- all from the beginning. Somehow take him to a different reality, a world where it’s just him, me and the monkeys. He’s still be a narcissist, a little, and still obsessed with his power over his minions, but he’d be much more.. soft, and open. With me, to take care of me, a inferior little “human”. And,,, agh I love him.
Firstly, I’d like to welcome new followers to this blog and I hope you guys enjoy what goes on here. We try to keep things updated, but with all the mods being in school and working, we do go at a slow pace because of it ;;;;;
We would like to inform you all that we are going to be posting confessions next week, March 10th-16th EST due to Mod Nerd and Mod Panda starting their Spring Break. All mods will try to get all the confessions done during this week, but you will be seeing confessions rendered by mostly Mod Nerd and Mod Panda due to Mod Pen not having her Spring Break until the week after the other mods.
We thank you all for standing by us and thank you so much for the patience. Keep an eye out for them soon!!
Imagine waking up in the morning and almost getting up before being pulled back by your sleepy, cuddly f/o. They won’t budge no matter what you say, wanting to get that precious five more minutes asleep next to you.
Question for the self ship community: are there any typical fanfiction tropes (enemies to lovers, “and there was only one bed”, hurt/comfort, stuff like that) that you feel apply or would be fun for you and your f/o(s)?
Imagine your F/O admiring you while you talk about something you love. They adore the way your eyes light up and your expression seems to brighten entirely. It makes their whole day better.
This piece was written before the challenge even started, but I found it went with the prompt well enough and actually wanted to share it.
I have been through a lot in my life, and one day sometime in… april? this year, I had a massive panic attack. Once I was calm enough, I wrote this. It was very therapeutic, and I want any of you who use self shipping as a coping mechanism to place yourself and your F/O into this piece if you can relate to it. We all need support when reminded of harder times, and sometimes that support comes from a fictional character.
It only took once for Kolivan to realize when he was not welcome as a comfort. Eliza had flinched when he approached her, made herself so small and wouldn’t look at him, and he knew then and there that it didn’t matter how much she cared for him, he was intimidating her. It hurt, and he couldn’t deny that, but he also knew that she had been through many horrible experiences. He knew that for whatever reason, she did not need him right now.
Still, he had not wanted to leave her alone in her room as she was, barely keeping her eyes off of the floor and hands scratching at her throat as she struggled to breathe. So, he called Allura down, begged her, really.
Allura arrived to see Kolivan sitting on the other side of the room from Eliza, sitting with his legs crossed on the floor and making himself as small as possible. He looked a so much less intimidating like this, she thought, but she couldn’t fathom why he wasn’t trying to comfort the shaking girl in the corner. Quietly, Allura sat beside Eliza, making hushing sounds and trying to calm the girl down. It took a while to get the details out, but when she did, Allura understood. Intimidation was something hard to unlearn.
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When Allura was gone, and Eliza could breathe again, even if it did still hurt, she finally managed to look over at Kolivan. He looked hurt and worried, but stayed where he was.
“I’m sorry-” She said, the first thing to spring to her lips. She was always sorry. Sorry for being a burden, sorry she had hurt him with her actions, sorry she hadn’t been strong enough to avoid becoming a victim, sorry that she was always-
“Don’t. Please.” His voice was soft, a whisper, and his tone gentle. It wasn’t a command. Eliza went to argue, but closed her mouth instead and watched him carefully move closer.
“Do not be sorry.” Kolivan whispered to her, “I did not realize what you had gone through. If you wish for me to leave, I will-“
“No!” She chokes on her words, heaving before she repeats, “No. Please… stay.”
He nods, shoulders relaxing, and she forces herself closer to him. He holds out a hand, hesitating, and asks if he may pet her hair. Eliza nods – she adores it when Kolivan pets her hair.
Even though she is prepared for it, Eliza still flinches when Kolivan’s fingers are almost touching her head. He stops immediately, and Eliza can’t help but blurt out once more, “I’m sorry.”
“Do not be.” He whispers, and Eliza is shocked to see concern on his face, but no offence. He smiles at her, tended and small but so him that it makes her take in a deep breath. The movement makes her head bump up into Kolivan’s hand, which remains with her afterwards. Gently, so terribly gently, Kolivan begins petting her head and playing with her hair, and Eliza takes three more deep breaths before her muscles finally stop clenching.
The shaking starts, then – the exhaustion from crying, the lack of air, and the reverb in her muscles from being stiff for so long is taking its toll. She feels like shit, but it’s still better than the breathless panic from before.
“Do you want to be held?” Kolivan asks, so quiet Eliza almost doesn’t hear him. She thinks about it, longer than she should, but he waits patiently.
“I… maybe.” Is all she says, and he nods, moving slowly until they are sitting side by side, his fingers still combing through her hair. His body language is relaxed and open, and even though she knows he is looking at her, he keeps his gaze on the wall to avoid staring. Eliza leans into his side, and then hiccups – but he doesn’t move, doesn’t trap her, and so she stays, shaking against him.
It takes minutes, hours, who knows how long before she finally lets herself relax into him, and all at once the tears are back. But now, the fear is gone, and she can close her eyes and cry into his chest without worry. He asks if he can hold her now, and she nods vigorously, only crying harder when his warm arms envelop her and he begins nuzzling her head.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry-“ She keeps repeating, but he shushes her quietly and pets her, riding out the wave of apology and tears. Empty exhaustion is all she feels when she’s done, and the cocoon of warmth Kolivan provides is a reassuring burrow compared to the harsh world outside of his arms. He’s still petting her and nuzzling her, and even purring deep in his chest where she can feel it easily.
“Tired?” he asks, and she nods once, “May I pick you up?”
Another nod, and he does as he said he would, still slow and predictable, giving Eliza time to shove him away or say something. She doesn’t, only burrows into his chest deeper as he stands and makes his way to her bed. The sheets are pulled back, and Kolivan sits on the bed to deposit her, keeping her warm until the last moment.
“Stay.” She says. She doesn’t know if she wants to be alone or not, but if nothing else, Kolivan is so warm…
“Alright. Tell me if you need me to leave, alright?” Kolivan whispers, and Eliza nods as he nuzzles her face once more before adjusting himself in her tiny bed, folding himself around her once more. She stays there for what feels like hours before finally turning over, needing air and space but still feeling Kolivan’s body heat against her back.
“Is this okay?” He asks, and she mumbles a “mhm”. She needs space, but she doesn’t want Kolivan to leave her. Taking his hand, she maneuvers it until his chest is flush against her back, his arm holding her while she cuddles it like a stuffed animal.
“Thank you.” She whispers. Kolivan purrs and gives her a barely-there kiss on her head.
“I love you.” He whispers back, and Eliza lets out a final sigh at the words before falling asleep.
“You’ve never had a milkshake?” It had been Hunk who asked the question that led them here, with Kolivan devouring the drink before him with gusto. Elise and Hunk had teamed up and made gallons of the stuff in all kinds of flavors, which Kolivan and Antok greedily slurped up. Elise couldn’t stop chuckling at the scene as she drank her own and watched the two huge galra.
When she offered Kolivan some of hers, he leaned over and licked her lips teasingly before taking her spoon (They were too thick and creamy to use straws) and tasting the vanilla delight.
“It’s good.” He says, and Elise just kisses him again before stealing his spoon in retaliation. Soon enough, they have forgone formalities and are practically feeding each other, kissing and giggling between sips and nips.
Hunk and Antok left the room without being noticed.
The crisp air is cold against her skin, but Elise feels nothing but warmth. Kolivan is holder in one strong arm, keeping her huddled against his chest. A night like this was rare for them, and Elise was going to enjoy it to the fullest.
“Cold?” Kolivan asked. Sharking her head, Elise took another sip of the deep red wine she was holding and snuggled into him further. His fond chuckle above her made Elise look up to see Kolivan smiling.
“You look like a baby quallion clinging to its mother.” He whispered. When Elise laughed, the sound was cut off by the fireworks in the distance. They cast patterns of light upon the couple, and Elise couldn’t help but sigh at them, looking into Kolivan’s eyes as he said, “They’re beautiful, aren’t they?”
Without breaking eye contact, Elise leaned in until she was only a breath away from Kolivan’s face and whispered, “They truly are.”
Lips met and breath mingled beneath the sky as the two lovers embraced.
Heyya everyone! Been a while huh? But I’m back again with a banner commission for @cj-self-ships This was super fun to work on and it was so cool the be able to make this~! Thanks again for commissioning me hun~!
Imagine coming home from work exhausted only to find your f/o with everything ready. Two plates of your favourite food are on the table, steaming hot. Your softest blanket is in the dryer, getting nice and warm. There’s a heating pad underneath your covers too, so it’s heavenly warm when it’s time for bed. They love making you relax and unwind, and can’t wait to snuggle with you.
Sometimes when you get anxious, your f/o’s usual means of calming you don’t work. Sometimes, they just have to grab your face in their hands and make you look at them. “Hey, I need you to breathe. Can you do that for me?” When you finally do calm down, you can count on them getting you your favourite desert as a reward.
Omg before you get in bed, put a heating pad under the sheets on low and go brush your teeth or whatever. When you come back and get under the sheets, it’s like your f/o was there keeping the bed warm
Want it to feel like you’re taking a shower with you f/o? Get a body wash that you think smells like them! For example, if you normally use a feminine smelling body wash and have a masculine f/o, grab some mens body wash and use it instead!
