#my self insert ocs

[arttrampbelle]

Some of my mk self insert aus.

Au where I'm the new "chosen one" given up to me by the previous champion and chosen liu kang(he fucking retired bros! Leave him in peace ok?! He's tired!) Now i have to prove myself worthy as champion. Aka a real new chapter. Aka wtf we should have gotten,because wtf nrs. Why can't there be a woman as champion? Or "chosen one" hmmmm?!

Au where I'm the reincarnation/au verse of johnny cage. Aka jenni cage. Most things play out similar cept there is a few changes. Most notably. No cassie. No cageblade. Just a bunch of fun clownery. And maybe time shenanigans?

Self insert oc au. Hanya. Once formerly a beautiful random woman. Turned into a demon to serve quan chi. She hates his guts. Sareena had sympathy for her and helped her escape. Ashrah eventually became her mentor. And then she found the shirai-Ryu somehow. And became a member. Her and hanzo hasashi like each other. He vowed to help her become human again.

Au where I'm tournament master,aka im in shang's place. So I'm a dark sorceress,stealing soul,etc.

Au where I'm a princess from a small far off realm

Au where I'm kung Lao's wife. Self explanatory.

Au where I'm raiden's wife. But now i have to oversee a tournament. Fml.

Au where's I'm an old lover of shang's,reincarnated. He is overcome with emotions,some good. Some conflicting. Oof.

Treasure hunter au. Aka. Im krypt dude! Yaaaaay! (My fave one)

These are just some of my fun au ideas.

I may write up more fron my list later.

[dragons-and-dwarves-are-nice]

POV: You’re a British tourist that got lost in the Nevada desert

Bonus 👇:

Part 2

[outer-andromeda]

... @justabeewithapen okay I couldn't resist doodling what I told you in the comments of your post because I think it would actually be hilarious. Just a confused Doey having a therapy sesh with the critters lmao

ALSO. DREW COLOR ME BUGGY. BECAUSE. THEY'RE. ADORABLE. Gabby would just pick 'em up like "oh a bee :DDD *gently holds*"

... Then off-topic, but I couldn't help but throw my musical theater love in there because- c'mon. You can't tell me these kids wouldn't love School of Rock. C'moN-

[pocketbutch]

back in 2019 i revisited my regular show oc from when i was a teenager and i wanted to come back 5 years later and draw a follow up! this was unexpectedly very cathartic to draw and it did get me a little emotional. be yourself have fun love you

[retquits]

see what they don't tell you is that you HAVE to make the most self-indulgent ocs and self inserts to inject into your favorite media and to have the most tender moments with your favorite blorbos and to live out every fantasy and tragedy your heart desires. you just have to

[boimlerkisser]

Me showing my f/os to my followers again for the millionth time

[sketchy-tour]

Too busy with comms to draw anything good but Welcome Home update got me like-

[lcb-oil]

Ok, so, Vergilius probably heard about where Don Quixote was waiting in the Ruins from Bari or the mysterious First Kindred he's friends with, but what if...

(Based on a discussion with @aabluedragon thank you for sharing your very fun idea with me.)

(The letter had no name signed and no return address... How did it even get there? How mysterious.)

[kimiko24]

girl help I can't escape I need them

[cassidyandonlycassidy]

tornadoes aren't more important than you

tyler owens (twisters) x reader

words: 1.5k

warnings: pregnant!reader, married!reader, established relationship

“be careful, yeah?” you place your hands on tylers cheeks, tilting his head down to look you in the eye.

“i wish you could come with me.” tyler sighs, leaning in and pressing his forehead against yours, his cowboy hat tipping upwards and off his head, clattering onto the hardwood.

“i know.” you miss it. the excitement, the fear, the anticipation of storm chasing. “but i don't think the baby would like me getting whipped around.”

tyler chuckles and presses his hands to your stomach, fully showing now that you've reached six months.

“im gonna be safe and im gonna be back home to you real soon.” tyler kisses you deeply, arms wrapping around your waist to pull you in close.

“uh, not to interrupt-” 

“you are interrupting, boone.” tyler looks up at him as he stands in the open doorway, trucks filling the driveway.

“we were just finishing saying goodbye.” you raise to your tiptoes and give tyler one more peck. 

“i love you.” you whisper against your husbands lips.

“i love you, baby.”

“ew.” boones nose scrunches up, still somehow not used to seeing you kiss despite being married for a year now.

“you stay safe too boone.” you point at him, watching as they head out the door and pile in the trucks.

you wave goodbye to everyone, tyler getting in last as he tips his hat he grabbed off the floor towards you, a silent promise to come back home.

you sigh as you watch them pull away, hand stroking over your belly as the trucks disappear in a cloud of dirt. “it's okay.” you whisper to the baby, but it's mostly for yourself. “daddy will be back.”

--

“hey.” you answer the phone with a smile on your face. “i watched the live stream.”

“pretty fucking cool huh?” 

“pretty cool that you let boone drive the rig.” you chuckle, knowing tyler did that specifically for you, to show you that he can let others take the lead, let them be the one to drive into the tornado.

“how's my baby doing?” tyler asks, ignoring your teasing.

“which one?” you giggle, laying a hand on your stomach. “im good, baby is kicking a lot though.”

“put me on speaker.” tyler requests. you roll your eyes but still turn the volume up and hold the speaker up to your belly.

“it's daddy.” tylers voice is half strict and half high baby voice. “you better stop giving your mama grief when im not there to help her. behave for just a bit longer, buddy.”

“i hope he listens to you.” you shake your head, bringing the phone back up. “how's the storms looking for tomorrow?”

“tracking a couple cells.” tyler confirms. “im coming home friday no matter what they look like over the weekend.”

“mhm, sure.” you roll your eyes, although you don't doubt it. now that you're pregnant, tyler is even more protective over you. he knows you can handle anything, but that doesn't mean he's going to force you to do it all on your own.

“i will. already miss that pretty face baby.” his country twang is music to your ears as you hum out.

“i miss you too. miss kissing your lips.”

“you're killing me, sugar.” tyler groans. you hear dani shouting something in the background.

“i-”

“you gotta go. i know. love you.”

“love you more, darling.”

--

you have tylers livestream on in the background as you clean the house, feeling the urge to nest and get everything prepared before you're too pregnant to do anything, and tyler certainly wouldn't let you lift a finger when hes home.

you always dreamt of a beautiful old farmhouse like this all your life, but before you could move in tyler insisted on building a proper storm shelter to keep you safe.

you unpack some of the boxes of things you bought for the baby's room, sticking to yellows and oranges to keep everything brightly colored and cohesive, in contrast to the darkening sky.

you're not right in the path of tornados, but they have been known to swing up and hit the closest town every couple years.

you know the cloudy sky is just a result of all the activity further to the west where your husband currently is.

you look back to your phone, watching for a moment as his handsome face turns to look out the window. you can see the reflection of the twister in his eyes, a mix of awe struck and fear that any man within his right mind would feel.

“god-” you look up to the ceiling. you're not the biggest believer, but growing up in the south has you always reverting to whispering a prayer. “keep my husband safe.”

--

you let out a yawn as you adjust, not knowing for sure the sound that woke you up until you hear it again, your cellphone vibrating on the nightstand.

“hello?” your voice is groggy as you answer. you didn't bother to look at the contact name, there's only one person who would be calling you at this hour. “tyler?”

“baby, get to the storm shelter right now.”

“what?” the words have you instantly awake, hopping to your feet and looking out the window of your second story bedroom. “it looks fine.”

“im- just trust me! are you going?” you can hear the nerves in tyler's voice as well as the roaring of his truck no doubt speeding down the road.

“yes.” you confirm, grabbing one of tylers sweatshirts and slipping it over your head before finding a pair of shoes. “im going down the stairs right now.”

the second you step outside, you can feel the shift in the air.

“im tracking it on the data. we reported it but they said it's not on their maps as if our equipment isn't ten years newer.”

you listen to tylers rant as you round the house to pull open the storm shelter doors. it's not a glamorous area, small and tight but completely concrete and filled with a couple boxes of supplies.

“im in the shelter, ty.” you reassure him as you close the latch. “im safe. the babys safe.”

“it's building.” tyler says, no doubt looking at the radar or getting reports fed to him from boone. “im coming home to you, ill be there in two hours. fuck it, make it an hour and a half.”

“it's wednesday.” you state, although its just after midnight so technically thursday. “you said you weren't coming home until friday.”

“that was before a torando was gonna hit you. baby, i don't want you to go through this alone when you're pregnant.”

“ill be fine.” you reassure tyler. “but if you want to come back and make sure, you're more than welcome. like i said, i miss your lips.”

“gonna give you lots of kisses to make up for being gone.”

“i won't argue with that.” your phone beeps and you pull it away from your ear to realize you're losing service. “i think we are going to disconnect soon.”

“stay on as long as you possibly can.”

you try, but your phone beeps again and the call drops out.

sitting alone in the darkness heightens your other senses, feeling the cold air sneaking in through every available crack as your ears pick up the sound of the wind roaring.

you close your eyes and press your hands against your stomach, softly singing a nursery rhyme that your mother sung to you when you were a baby, your eyes sliding closed as you fall back asleep.

--

you're startled awake suddenly as the door rips open, only for tyler to quickly enter.

“is it over?” you ask, standing up and wobbling slightly. tyler grabs your hips, holding you up and looking at you up and down, his eyes examining you. you watch the stress and fear and anxiety melt away to be replaced with softness and love.

“it's over.” he confirms, tugging you in close. 

“the house?”

“a busted window and a downed tree blocking the driveway. that's all.” tyler presses his nose into your hair, inhaling the scent.

“wasn't bad then.” you wrap your arms around his waist, enjoying the warm embrace.

“no, but i got so fucking scared knowing you were here all alone.” tyler pulls away only to help you up the stairs, hating seeing you confined to the shelter even if it is to keep you safe.

“i just… i can't do this while you're pregnant. i can't leave you here, or anywhere, alone knowing something could happen to you.”

tyler pulls his phone out of his pocket and navigates to his youtube channel, going live and waiting for a couple users to join.

he holds the camera up so he can see himself and you, his arm coming to wrap around your shoulders.

“as you folks know, my lovely wife here is pregnant with our first child. as much as i love tornado wrangling, i love my girl more. for the next six months im going to be taking a step back, but don't unsubscribe, boone is taking over to keep the excitement coming.”

he doesn't even say goodbye, simply ending the livestream, knowing one of his followers surely recorded it to spread the news around.

“ty, you didn't have to do that.”

“yes, i did.” tyler bends down to lift you up, carrying you across the threshold of your house just like he did the day you got married. “im gonna be with you throughout everything. tornados aren't more important than you.”

[scourgiez]

Finally got around to drawing my farmer :P

[bizarre-disjointed]

➜//wEAKER SPECIES.

they're not growing soft. they're asserting dominance!!!! there's a DIFFERENCE! !!

(who keeps liking my posts, where do you all come from...?)

more about this au here!

[dragons-and-dwarves-are-nice]

Part 2 of when you’re a British tourist that got lost in the Nevada desert

Part 1

Continue under the cut 👇👇

I gave up shading this part 😭😭

Apologies for the inconsistent comic style idk wtf I'm doing

[ribbittrobbit]

The adventures of the Wizard Sorrow & Boshi (working title): a WBN Umora OC comics collab with @yeehawpim!!!!!

Pim did the story + layout and then let me run wild (and pop in at odd hours with questions about Boshi's design) See Pim's mad composition genius + OC lore over here Sorrow lore here & here

👀 more to come perhaps 👀

[uluruz]

this juice is very strong 💪

[goldenstrwbrry]

magma doodles: dandy’s world n sugar rush self insert