#implied selfcest

[groovygladiatorsheep]

Why can’t everyone just go away. Except you, you can stay. 🎵

I’m very mentally ill about the relationship between Doodle ( Past Ink ) and Ink. Very ever so unhealthy in love with the idea of it, if you will…..

I swear I’ll expand on them, I have one more art I’m working on right now :3

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* Credits

Ink and Doodle belongs to | @comyet <3

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[minty-frost]

[milkamel]

I've been trying to come up with a decent Fount design cause I didn't like the previous ones I had. Solution: made him fluffy

[stars-obsession-pit]

…oh.

My brain has had another idea for a problematic/unhealthy relationship for a fic.

CW/TW noncon (explicitly being held captive, possible implications that more might have happened) + kinda selfcest (Danny and Phantom are separated now, but they were originally just one person)

The Ultimate Enemy + Pitch Pearl

It starts with essentially the canon Ultimate Enemy timeline, up until it diverges when Vlad separates Danny’s ghost and human halves.

Unlike the canon version where Phantom is implied to have killed his human half, in this one Phantom’s emotions towards Danny are a bit more possessive.

Phantom hates the world. It hurt them over and over, destroying everything good they had. It’s an evil, corrupt place. Unlike his beautiful, perfect human side. Danny only wanted to help people, to protect them. And those people rejected him.

Danny may have only separated his ghost half to try to remove the pain he was feeling, but Phantom recognizes a different opportunity that he’s been given.

A chance to right the wrongs dealt to them. To show the world the error of their ways for rejecting Danny’s care. This time, Danny is going to be the one protected. Phantom is going to keep him safe. After all, if he destroys everything, there will be nothing left that could potentially harm his Danny.

And so, Phantom begins his rampage.

But in the meantime, he still needs to make sure Danny remains safe. So he takes him captive, locking him up in the most secure fortress he can find. It’s not perfect, but it should be enough to delay anything that could cause him harm. He’ll check in often to make sure Danny is safe. Both from the outside world, and from himself. He knows his human half is lonely, still mourning the losses of his family and friends. But Phantom will be there to remind him that he is loved, that he doesn’t need anyone else, that this is all for him.

And when it’s over, when everyone is gone but the two of them, won’t the night skies be oh so beautiful?

[vanillysjester]

I think shadow milk selfcest is especially fucked up whenever you put fount into the mix and take into account how much shadow milk hates himself. In this essay I will

[yaoiparker]

VARIANTS

imagining the spideypool x spider variant!reader thingy I made ....

warning: spideypool, implied selfcest (?)

Spiderman: Hey, Deadpool. Let me introduce (Y/N)! They are basically another version of me that tried to kill me..but hey we're cool now.

Deadpool:they are so fucking hot

Reader: excuse me?

I have a problem... Should I make headcanons?

Update: I made them

[orphiclovers]

Thoughts on yjh and body horror?

Hmm, some. I think Yoo Joonghyuk's whole deal is a lot more often about mental anguish as opposed to physical. Regression resets all his wounds and scars except the mental ones, so those are the ones that take a massive toll on him. 'Hell of Eternity' is hell because he can never escape his own memories. He is weak to mental attacks but his body is usually near indestructible.

Secretive Plotter's damage is the 'curse of immortality' and his only motivation is finding eternal rest, so that's all mental. Even outergodification is a mental process. Losing his appearence as a 'human' was a secondary side effect to losing his identity as 'Yoo Joonghyuk' and just asthetically speaking, turning into a shadow person isn't really 'body horror' to me, which I associate more with viscera and flesh, not cold and clean intangibility.

I'm not just bringing up SP because I have brain worms (also that) but because there is a specific regression that I think does exemplify 'body horror', and that's 999, baby!

Hear me out. I don't say this soley due to 999's lack of limbs, since there's nothing inherently horror about being an amputee (though removing his own eyes is a bit saw trap energy not going to lie) BUT because his was the one regression where his main problem wasn't mental - he had all his companions, was as happy as one could be in an apocalypse - but the fact that his physical body failed him. He didn't die in battle, but instead wasted away due to the 'outer world covenant'.

Kim Dokja might be self-sacrifical but this guy was on another level.

999 didn't hesitate to take hits for his companions, which is how he lost his limbs, and at the same time he borrowed an outer god's powers to win battles (I'm imaganing a chaos version of advent of a half-god) , which probably looked really epic, but unforunatley was at the expence of his soul. The covenant ate away at him piece by piece, and it's said his 'bloodstream went haywire until he couldn't walk or use his skills' (the translation was wonky here but you get it) which I take to mean he had some kind of cell damage, kind of like radiation or chemo.

This was a years long process, from when he first signed the Outer World Covenant up until the 99th scenario, and that whole time he kept borrowing those powers even though he saw it was killing him. What I mean is, it probably didn't look or feel great to see him falling apart, but the level of gore is reader's choice to imagine (anywhere from a tasteful coughing up blood and nosebleeds, to skin peeling off and hair falling out etc.).

Oh and since I know you would enjoy this, I'll say this too.

I don't think Secretive Plotter knew what he would do to 999.

He meant to save 999, not kill him.

This was almost assuredly his first Outer World Convenant, since I figure changing the 999th regression was the first thing he tried to do after he gained the ability to worldline hop/ had the tiniest bit of control over his outer god powers. He was still young and hopeful - 'foolish' as the Secrerive Plotter reminices. But he clearly fucked something up badly, maybe since he didn't have the clear grasp of probability manipulation that he developed in the next thousands of years or tried to directly change too much.

Canon era, he gives both KDJ and HSY a covenant just fine and they don't have any issues from it. (He's very careful to take the probability on himself - remember the finger thing?)

I wonder how horrified young SP was to see 999 destroying himself using SP as the method. Did he try to back out at some point, but couldn't due to the covenant? Did he try to make 999 stop, which he of course refused to do? I think about them a lot.

[doomspiral]

I blacked out and when I had come to, there was Tolys selfcest on my laptop.

[emathyst9]

Yeah no I can't be trusted with two Williams not even when they're my own this is what it turned into

Slightly freaky/suggestive doodle is under the cut cause I don't want to shove that in anyone's face (uh huh it went there I am so sorry)

You think there's something wrong with me because I think there's something wrong with me I gave him a pointy tongue with the fangs because I thought he'd want to look scarier and yeah of course I went the wrong way with it... There's a little blood fyi but not much

Also I'm nice so you get a fixed version of it now because I figured out how to make it look better

[kattozilla-blog]

woodman expies lol

lightened ceres' fur lol,,, uhh i just wanted to draw silvan and ceres together and i thought this was cute xdddd woodman bootlegs !!

[lemonexists]

HELP I ACCIDNETALLY SHIPPED SELFCEST

[bastardopal]

THIS IS A JOKE BUT Y'KNOW

[peddito]

a few doise headcanons !! i might color this ..?? just trying to get a feel for this dude, his personality and design i wanted to differentiate him from noise, i see him more as a "im you but better" version of noise than a clone or anything 🙏 (especially since i already have my own fake noise)

[multiplicationdivision]

Procrastinator’s Delight

“I have so much shit to do bro” Robbie whined, planting himself down by his buddy, Omar. The man was as oddly comfy as ever, thick sweatshirt and oven physiology. Like a personal toasty pillow.

“Aw is the little baby crying because he hasn’t done his job all week” Omar pouted at him, no sympathy in his eyes. It was true if not a little rude. Not like the guy had any room to talk, he and Omar had been doing jack shit together all week.

“Work sucks man. It just me out there and its fucking back breaking. Screw me for not wanting to pour concrete and weld rebar in the middle of hell’s asshole”.

“There are other jobs you know. Could come work for me”

Yeah, like that was a good idea. Omar was ruthlessly bad at his “business ventures”. The man found money somehow, but the beginning and end of his schemes were always suspicious. Lucrative maybe, but a bit too risky for his take.

“Nah I’m cool my guy. Appreciate it honestly, but I just want to complain about this shit.”, Robbie buried himself in his best friend’s thick hoodie, trying to escape reality. Maybe he shouldn’t have slacked off so much this week.

“Well dread later dipshit, I actually wanted to watch my movie, not an hour-long fest on the failures of responsibility”

“Sorry, its just I literally can’t do everything I need to do”, Robbie tried complaining again, fueled by his actual anxiety and the need to fuck with his friend.

“Yeah yeah, pay attention. Important X-men shit going on in the screen right now. Are your problems bigger than wolverine’s abs? Unlikely”

“Wolverine doesn’t need to operate a four-wheeler whilst curing a foot of concrete at the same time as lying my ass off to my boss in a day. Wish I had like two of me”

That last part of his complaint shook Omar. Shook him in the way that only weird suspicious ventures Omar could be shaken.

Robbie knew he would need to full on pester the man.

“You got time in your schedule to help out good buddy?” he demanded to an Omar decidedly not looking at him. It was the face of a man he could crack, subtly twitching.

“Nah, you know I’m not fit for heavy labor like that.” Omar said again, face trained to not break. It was far too stiff, a perfect sign. Robbie could always count on his living get-out-of-jail-free card.

“Yeah, I figured not. What shit do you really have for your suffering pal, Omar”

Omar gave up immediately with a long-defeated sigh, because the two always did that. Too much codependency ran through these two for them not to give in immediately. Unhealthy probably, as all codependency was, but useful at times like this.

He turned his head to face Robbie directly in the eyes, serious brown eyes to Robbie’s own desperate pair.

“You have to promise me you won’t go crazy”

“So you just point that thing at me?” Robbie said, hesitant of Omar’s strange remote. Just looked like any normal remote, for a tv or something.

Omar nodded, switching on a power button on the side of the device. A light on the top of it flickered blue, in a way that was expected for a remote. All signs pointed to this being a prank, but Robbie trusted this man and his bullshit with his life.

“So what does it do anyways. Would be more reassuring to know if its going to drug me or hyper caffeinate me. Probably wouldn’t help with the job shit you know” he asked hesitantly, watching as Omar mimed firing the remote like a gun.

“Definitely not a gun. Trust me.”, he said, pointing with one eye closed as he aimed. The blue light flickered on and off weakly.

A part of Robbie really hoped this was a prank. He should probably stop being so reliant on his friend and his weird garbage.

“Ready?” Omar asked, finger on whatever button would start this shit. Poised to likely disintegrate him. That would be one way of getting out of work

Robbie inhaled slowly and untensed himself.

“Ready”

Some part of Robbie expected a blast or a boom of some sort. An earthshaking sound to accompany his anxiety.

Instead, he got a light thump on the ground beside him.

He turned his head.

A man stood there.

He was Hispanic, with a light stubble. A short haircut and a ball cap. A cheap shirt just like the one he’d put on earlier today. A pair of joggers that still had a stain from his morning, not as cleaned off as he’d thought he’d gotten.

An absolute mirror, but not exactly. This man seemed like he’d popped just out of thin air and appeared unbalanced from the slight drop. Robbie reached out to steady him as if it was second nature.

The mirror smiled at him and he felt himself smile in turn.

Two Robbies turned to Omar with absolute elated joy.

“HOLY SHIT OMAR”

“HOLY SHIT OMAR”

The two Robbies got dressed as Omar snored on the couch.

They’d been lucky they’d had two clean company jackets. Whatever technology was put into their make was all that kept them from baking in the sun. They would be spending ages in the sun today.

Robbie tossed a pair of sneakers to his double as the other tossed him some socks in turn. This whole morning and all of last night had felt like that. Robbie would toss a couple eggs in the pan as his better half would put on the coffee.

It was addicting existing like this.

Even last night had been spectacular. Twin Robbies gaming together whilst Omar randomly cheered either on. Stalemates all throughout the night, escalating from video games to trivia to rock paper scissors. Omar ate the ridiculousness of their synchrony up, cackling at every little shtick they did.

Man had tuckered himself out. They’d already premade his breakfast, leaving it on the table and setting an alarm. The guy needed some schedule and real food.

“You ready to go Robbie?” he asked out to his grinning double, the guy shirking on his jacket with excitement.

“All ready Robbie! You got what we need?” he said, nodding his head towards the remote lying on the table. Omar had made him promise not to go crazy.

Robbie snatched it up.

He wouldn’t go crazy.

There were five Robbies and counting at the work site today.

Five Robbies not counting the few that had disappeared in pairs to whatever private corners they could find. Robbie was nothing if not efficient in his ways of getting off.

Robbie liked to think he was Robbie Prime here in this little group, distinguished by his slightly differing sneakers part from the other group. That and the fact that he wasn’t wearing a hard hat. He didn’t need to, as he had been on lying duty.

It took some damn bodies to get together a week’s worth of work before his boss could storm into the site on his Monday check of the place, but it had been done. Rocks had been moved and concrete had been set enough for it to have looked dried.

Whenever a Robbie got slightly overwhelmed by his task, it was easy to get a spotter. Just a type of a remote and a new Robbie was up for the work, diverging straight from his maker.

Robbie “Prime” was pretty sure he wasn’t the original, as that guy seemed to be busy with another Robbie somewhere in one of their porta potties. Robbie “Prime” was happy to pick up the title though, as he was basically the same man.

Hell, he’d even handled the whole call from Omar, panicked about how he knew Robbie took the remote. As a response, they’d calmly taken a picture of their little group to send to the guy. It hadn’t calmed him down, but Robbie(s) thought it was funny.

Objectively, 10 of a guy was maybe too much but that was quitters talk.

It felt addictive popping a new him out of the air, knowing they’d share the same energy as he did. Robbie “Prime” for example had just done so again, two Robbie “Primes” wrestling each other for the original position. All in good fun of course.

Eventually they’d run out of stuff to do that was real work in this place. Fortunately, the break room was fit for a crew of at least twenty and they were barely at fifteen. They had plans in order since they’d seen what that remote could do and Robbie giving quickies to each other was only the beginning.

Omar would understand when he tried the remote out too.

Image sourced from @brawnyai_backup on Instagram. Really recommend their AI photos. Don’t think they intended on making so many cloned photos, but I can definitely appreciate that AI quirk.

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

So like, mini disclaimer before the post. I was not and am not a believer in the "Sonic is going to be forced to choose between his original friends and the shatterspace variants" theory, nor the companion to it "all the variants are just gonna essentially live with their memories inside the og friends' hearts"

However, I do have brainrot over the idea of Nine meeting Tails in his dreams, and some of these ideas require a prerequisite of "in which Nine exists within Tails' heart but does not currently have a body.

ㅤ

Imagine, if you will, a setting post canon in which the variants exist within the hearts of the original and (kingdom hearts style) they would just need a body/vessel of their own to exist again. Tails is sleeping, and after dreams upon dreams of meeting the variants, experiencing their fleeting memories and their hurt (their feelings about everything), he comes across Nine.

Nine... Tails has had a hard time remembering much of his dreams while awake, but when he's dreaming, he remembers that Nine has been perhaps the angriest and most conflicted of all the variants. All of them want to be alive, of course. Tails wouldn't be surprised if *all* of them have been parsing through his own memories in exchange for sharing theirs.

But none have been so volatile as Nine, harder to reason with. The others at least face him more often than not, but Nine has directly done so few times.

But...Tails can't blame him for that, especially not after what he knows. He understands how Nine likely feels (abandoned, lonely, forgotten). Perhaps he wouldn't be so agreeable either if he fought tooth and nail for a better future, and the universe denied him that (nay, punished him to watch but to never have).

But tonight...

Nine is standing under a palm tree, facing the vast ocean past the beaches of Green Hill. Tails takes a few steps down the hill he's on, and soon enough he's standing off to the side (dream logic, he understands)—where he can see Nine from the front, but isn't standing directly in front of him or obstructing his view.

It's at this moment that Tails realizes he's never seen Nine so clearly before. The tips of his ears, to his permafrown, to his 7 mechanical tails, and down to his shoes. He's fought the fox before in his dreams, seen glimpses of him, but this is the first time he's had a chance to really see him.

Nine turns his head away from the sea, and suddenly Tails is beside him, mere feet away.

Tails opens his mouth, a dozen questions and sentence starters flying through his head. What eventually comes out is just a simple, "Nine?"

Nine smiles at that, and yet...Tails can tell almost instantly that it's not because he's happy or excited to see him. No, the smile is almost...accepting, if not a little bit sad.

Then, Nine sighs. "This could have been the other way around, but...it has to be you."

Tails hesitates for a moment before pointing at himself. "...Me? Why?"

"There are so many people connected to you—all of you, if my hypothesis is correct. It often is. You're me, so...you can feel what I felt. You could...feel how I feel."

And maybe it's true that Tails can feel what Mangey, Sails, and Nine are feeling, but all that proves is that one is affected by the presence of others residing within their own consciousness.

Tails shakes his head. "No. You're you, not me."

There's a moment of silence before Nine chuckles, and Tails continues, "I want you to know that you deserve to live as your own person, just as much as I do."

"Every time we've fought—here—I've asked you the same question. Do you remember it?"

Well, of course, Tails finds multiple questions as he tries to think back, but by keeping the terms of Nine's question in mind and employing process of elimination–

Nine turns back to the sea, squeezing both gloved hands into fists at his sides. "I was angry—among other things. I just couldn't understand why I was here. After everything I'd fought for, everything we'd been through together, I couldn't understand why he chose you. And every time I asked, you never gave me an answer."

Nine's right. Tails has never given him an answer to that question.

But to Tails...that question was never his to answer, at least in his opinion. Unless Sonic told him, Tails would never know why he put in for him, Amy, Knuckles, and Rouge over worlds of new friends. All he does know (straight from Sonic's own testimony) is that Sonic would have never made the choice he did had he known it would lead to all this. Sonic had wanted home, Tails, and all his friends back, but he never meant to erase the other worlds. Even as he tries to pretend otherwise, Tails knows Sonic has been beating himself up for the choice he made ever since.

Shouldn't Nine know that—that Sonic didn't mean to hurt him, that Sonic feels regret, that Sonic wasn't intending to choose between one or the other?

"Nine–"

"Save it," Nine says, cutting him off. "It doesn't matter anymore. Sonic made his choice, but you still have that chance."

Nine turns back to Tails and holds out a hand.

Tails looks down, then back up at Nine. He hesitates for a second, but ultimately takes Nine's hand.

Tails is an observer, a spectator without form, as memories begin to play out before him in quick succession. Despite the lack of form, somehow his head begins to ache in pain that only grows over the moments.

And then, he begins to notice a pattern in the memories shown to him. Despite the pain, he recognizes the clear shift since a certain blue hedgehog—Sonic, of course—saves Nine from being hit by a train.

Each and every memory, if Sonic wasn't centered or mentioned in it, then his palpable absense was the focal point. Nine fought him, he worked with him, he almost lost him, he thought he lost him, and then he fought him again.

Nine had spent most of his life lonely, though he hadn't realized that until his life was almost over.

A waterfall of emotions hit him then, just before the highlight reel crackles into black.

And then, Tails is standing beside Nine again, head pulsing and heart pounding. He can hardly remember what he's just seen, and that waterfall of emotions seeps through his fingers as he tries to catch them, to study them.

All he knows is that he understands. Somehow, he understands why Nine feels the way he does. Now, more than before, he understands why Nine is hung up on Sonic the way he is.

Perhaps, Tails thinks, he understands how it feels for Nine to be with Sonic (and without him) far more than anyone else.

Tails musters up a look of determination as he stares into Nine's eyes, and he squeezes his hand. "I'll figure it out. No matter how long it takes, I'll make sure you—you, and Sails, and Mangey, and the rest—can walk along the beach. You don't deserve to sit here and watch like this. None of you deserved to have your lives taken."

And Nine... Nine smiles, like he just can't help it. "Don't you see? That's why it has to be you."

There's a feeling, an almost indescribable feeling, that strikes Tails' heart at that.

"I promise," Tails says.

And then, he’s sitting up in his bed, breathing deeply.

As he makes himself get up, get ready, and rush into his lab, there's little he remembers from his dream as always.

But he knows what he has to do.

I'll make sure of it, Nine.

[p4ll3t]

and they were den-mates