#reader-insert-turned-oc

[feralferrule]

Echo and Choy sketch

[marsian-tango]

Y'ALL I NEED HEEEELP. Yandere alien has been calling me non stop. He's asking me to tell you to quit your job?? he's saying that he has some wealth back on his planet and he can bring it here???

I didn't even know that he was wealthy but apperentaly he's the son of—how do I put it nicely?...the descendants of the biggest colonizers on the galaxy. So, yeah, he's rich rich.

And he also wants you to meet his parents since you guys are practically married now. But I don't think that's a good idea. His mum is a nice lady, but she has a TON of tentacles and she's really touchy.

Don't get me wrong, his parents would love you! You're the cute human that made their son stay on this planet so you must be very nice and special.

But please do what he says. HE'S BEEN CALLING ME EVERY DAY. I CAN'T SLEEP, I CAN'T EAT, I CAN'T SHOWER, HE'S ALWAYS CALLING!

So suck it up. Meet his parents. Quit your job. Accept his money. And don't complain.

You're his spouse now. Everything is now on you. Make him happy and let him do whatever he wants, that way it's easier for everybody.

These are his parents. They're wearing their traditional marriage necklaces, but because his dad's necklace is too big for him he uses it as a belt.

Yandere alien has his mother's height and his father's hair, and when he was little he was constantly told that he had his grandfather's eyes (but his grandfather was a bit of a loony so we don't talk about him...)

[alarwynnwhispers]

🧡 ᴜɴᴘʟᴀɴɴᴇᴅ — ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 2: ᴅɪꜱᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʀᴏᴜᴛɪɴᴇ 🧡

ꜰ1 x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ʟᴀɴᴅᴏ ɴᴏʀʀɪꜱ ᴀᴜ | ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ + ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀ

⚠️ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ:

​🇪​​🇲​​🇴​​🇹​​🇮​​🇴​​🇳​​🇦​​🇱​ ​🇩​​🇮​​🇸​​🇹​​🇷​​🇪​​🇸​​🇸​

​🇮​​🇸​​🇴​​🇱​​🇦​​🇹​​🇮​​🇴​​🇳​ ​🇦​​🇳​​🇩​ ​🇩​​🇮​​🇸​​🇸​​🇴​​🇨​​🇮​​🇦​​🇹​​🇮​​🇴​​🇳​

​🇮​​🇲​​🇵​​🇱​​🇮​​🇪​​🇩​ ​🇳​​🇴​​🇳​-​🇨​​🇴​​🇳​​🇸​​🇪​​🇳​​🇸​​🇺​​🇦​​🇱​ ​🇸​​🇮​​🇹​​🇺​​🇦​​🇹​​🇮​​🇴​​🇳​ (​🇳​​🇴​​🇹​ ​🇬​​🇷​​🇦​​🇵​​🇭​​🇮​​🇨​, ​🇧​​🇺​​🇹​ ​🇩​​🇮​​🇸​​🇴​​🇷​​🇮​​🇪​​🇳​​🇹​​🇮​​🇳​​🇬​)

​🇲​​🇪​​🇲​​🇴​​🇷​​🇾​ ​🇱​​🇴​​🇸​​🇸​

​🇫​​🇦​​🇮​​🇳​​🇹​​🇮​​🇳​​🇬​ / ​🇵​​🇭​​🇾​​🇸​​🇮​​🇨​​🇦​​🇱​ ​🇨​​🇴​​🇱​​🇱​​🇦​​🇵​​🇸​​🇪​ ​🇩​​🇺​​🇪​ ​🇹​​🇴​ ​🇸​​🇹​​🇷​​🇪​​🇸​​🇸​

​🇹​​🇭​​🇪​​🇲​​🇪​​🇸​ ​🇴​​🇫​ ​🇸​​🇭​​🇦​​🇲​​🇪​, ​🇸​​🇪​​🇨​​🇷​​🇪​​🇨​​🇾​, ​🇦​​🇳​​🇩​ ​🇻​​🇺​​🇱​​🇳​​🇪​​🇷​​🇦​​🇧​​🇮​​🇱​​🇮​​🇹​​🇾​

In the days that followed, (Y/n) became a ghost in her own life.

She told no one, not even Amara, her closest friend and confidante. Not because she didn’t trust her, but because saying it out loud would make it real. And she couldn’t let that happen. Not yet. Maybe not ever.

Instead, she clung to her routine like a lifeline. She opened the thrift shop each morning with robotic precision: flipping the "Closed" sign, turning on the soft jazz station that played from the dusty speaker behind the counter, sweeping the hardwood floor even if it didn’t need it. Every hanger she adjusted, every antique book she alphabetized, felt like another brick in the wall she was trying to build around herself.

Her body moved through the motions, but her mind was elsewhere, flashing back to her apartment room she didn’t remember walking into, and a man she’d only known through race broadcasts and glossy interviews. The way he had looked at her. The disbelief. The discomfort. The guilt. Then, worst of all, the money.

(Y/n) felt humiliated all over again each time her memory tried to rewind to that night, only to play back static.

Still, she kept quiet.

Monaco, for all its glittering skyline and constant tourist buzz, was a small city in the ways that mattered. Gossip traveled fast. She didn’t want to be a headline. She didn’t want to be that girl. If Lando hadn’t recognized her beyond that night, all the better. Their worlds didn’t have to collide again.

Amara, meanwhile, was her usual vibrant self, full of anecdotes, laughter, and a contagious zest for life. She talked often about how Monaco felt like “living inside a music video,” and how lucky they were to work just a few streets away from literal royalty. When she announced she’d be taking a week off to show her cousin around the Riviera, (Y/n) smiled and wished her a good trip, even though the idea of being alone at the shop twisted her stomach into knots.

“You’ll be fine!” Amara said brightly, squeezing her shoulder before disappearing into a cab. “Carla’s gonna help you out. She’s great. You’ll love her!”

Carla was great. A little older, soft-spoken, always wearing vintage scarves and cat-eye glasses. She brought chamomile tea in a thermos and told stories about her childhood in Tuscany as they folded clothes and arranged displays. Her presence was soothing, and for the first time in days, (Y/n) didn’t feel completely alone.

Then came Luca.

He arrived one afternoon carrying a tray of lattes with his name scribbled in loopy cursive on the cups.

“Cousin tax,” he said with a grin as he handed Carla her drink. “And one for your coworker.”

“Hi,” he said, turning to (Y/n). “I’m Luca. I work over at Le Lait down the street.”

(Y/n) forced a polite smile and accepted the cup. “Thanks. I’ve seen you there. I usually come by after closing.”

“Figured you looked familiar,” he said. “So you’re the girl who always orders an oat milk flat white and tips like she’s a celebrity.”

“I’m just trying to make sure you all still like me when I ask for extra caramel,” she joked weakly.

Luca had dimples that appeared every time he smiled, little brackets that made him look younger, even with the slight stubble on his jaw. He didn’t push, didn’t pry, but he did linger. He came by twice more that week, once with muffins, once with a playlist recommendation scribbled on a napkin.

Then, on Friday, as Carla stepped out to make a call, Luca leaned on the counter.

“You know, I’ve been trying to find the right way to ask this,” he said, eyes flicking to hers, “but… would you want to grab a drink sometime? Or coffee when you’re not the one closing up shop?”

(Y/n)’s breath caught. Not because she hadn’t seen it coming, but because a part of her wanted to say yes. She wanted to feel normal. She wanted to not carry this weight. But her heart was too heavy, her thoughts too loud.

“I’m really flattered,” she said gently. “But… I’m not in the right place right now. I’m sorry.”

Luca’s smile didn’t falter. “No worries. Had to shoot my shot.”

She appreciated his grace. And as he left, waving goodbye like nothing had changed, (Y/n) felt the sting of her own isolation settle deeper.

By the time Amara returned, (Y/n) was emotionally drained. She smiled and hugged her tightly at the shop, let her ramble about train delays and cousin drama, all while pretending she wasn’t counting the seconds until she could go home and collapse.

“You look like you need a vacation more than I do,” Amara said, teasing. “Tell you what, pick me up at the station tomorrow and I’ll bring croissants. You deserve them.”

“Alright,” (Y/n) said, managing a tired chuckle. “I’ll be there.”

The next morning, she dressed in a soft beige cardigan, the kind Amara said made her look “effortlessly Parisian,” and tucked her hair into a loose clip. She felt light-headed but chalked it up to the poor sleep she’d had all week.

The train station wasn’t far, just a ten-minute walk past the sun-drenched cafés and uphill through a short flight of stairs. The platform was humming with arriving travelers, the air filled with announcements in French and Italian.

(Y/n) stood near the railing, eyes scanning the crowd.

That’s when the edges of her vision started to blur.

Her heart raced, not in the panicked way it had when she first woke up next to Lando, but in a way that made her legs feel like paper. Her stomach churned. Her hands trembled.

She blinked rapidly, tried to steady herself.

But then the world tilted.

The chatter around her became distant, distorted, like someone was speaking underwater. Her knees buckled. Someone shouted. Then, nothing but darkness.

To be Continued… 🧡 🧡 ᴜɴᴘʟᴀɴɴᴇᴅ — ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 3: ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪᴀɢɴᴏꜱɪꜱ 🧡

📝 Note from the Author: I just want to say thank you to everyone who’s reading, reblogging, or even just silently vibing with Unplanned. 🧡 Your support means more than you know.

I’ll try to update as soon as I can, I’m letting myself rest and sleep for now 😴💤 But I promise I haven’t forgotten about this story.

Don’t forget to like, share, reblog, and do all the lovely things Tumblr has to offer. And if you haven’t already, follow for more updates. 💌

Thanks for sticking around. You’re the best. With love, me 🧡

[bleedingredridinghood]

Katsuki "The only person tougher than me is my girlfriend because she drinks orange juice after brushing her teeth and doesn't even CARE" Bakugou

[spencerslover-blog]

But when the sun came up, I was looking at you. Remember when we couldn't take the heat? i walked out, i said, "I'm setting you free" but the monsters turned out to be just trees when the sun came up, you were looking at me, yeah, you were looking at me but were we out of the woods yet?

[riuhere]

Hate to say it ya'll (Jk not really). But I have fortunately fell back into the undertale fandom just because of a beautiful edit I saw on tiktok. And no I'm not gonna tell you what edit it was U.U. But what I can say it kinda sparked back some fond memories I had about 4 years ago. Not gonna lie the reason I left was because most of my trauma came from there and no, I'm not gonna mention what it was.

(also LMK fans don't worry about me leaving the fandom because Lmk is in fact still a big part of me. Met some awesome people along the way, so I'm not gonna just up and leave. I'm just posting this because for some reason I haven't been able to sleep without posting at least one drawing on my account ;¬~¬;)

[niofo]

once dav comes out i can't wait to see everyone's very specific rooks, the rooks that are deep dives into their respective factions, the rooks that are not canon compliant within their factions to tell a more interesting story, the rooks that aren't even from any available factions at all, modded rooks with backgrounds in orzammar, qun, avvar or ancient elves, recurring wardens/hawkes/inquisitors as rooks. what i don't actually want to see is a flood of untagged reader inserts and y/n.

[malicedragoness]

Imagine if you will.

You/Your OC/self insert meet Reiko by getting into an argument with him.

It gets heated to the point you’re both red in the face and snapping with sarcastic remarks.

You eventually get fed up and storm off, shouting at him as you slam the door behind you.

Reiko is breathing heavily, staring after you as you leave. He suddenly blurts out, “I’m gonna marry them one day.”

[rollinouttahere-writes]

What is Lucky's fashion sense like? (Since she's from our world, but is now in the One Piece world) I imagine that going to a different world would drastically affect her fashion, although I could be wrong.

What is Lizard's fashion sense like? (Lizard went from being under the care of Sir Crocodile to being with the Strawhats.) I'd also imagine her sense of fashion would change drastically for obvious reasons.

Does Doll dress differently from when she was with Shanks in order to avoid being immediately recognized?

Short: How does the Straytrio dress?

Lucky doesn't have an official fashion sense since she's a reader insert and I do try to skirt around the details of her clothing, so take this with a grain of salt because it's entirely optional.

Most of Lucky's clothing is what she wore back in high school because she doesn't have the money to go clothes shopping often and when she does it's at a thrift store.

Her closet consists of graphic t-shirts and well worn jeans (lots of distressed jeans that her mother hated). Any new clothes she gets tend to be loud in design and unique. She is not a sad beige girlie.

Lizard's clothing used to be whatever was in fashion and was quickly shuffled out as what's in changed. All of it was designer and to this day she has a really good eye for authentic pieces versus knock-offs.

Now that she's with the Straw Hats and has become much more frugal upon learning how money works, she has toned things down significantly. Her priorities for new clothing is for it to be sturdy and provide a wide range of movement. She has a preference for shades of green and other more natural colors.

That being said, she does still enjoy a chance to dress up once in a while for undercover missions in high end places, it's nostalgic. She also enjoys wearing rings regularly, though that's more about punching people than for the sake of fashion.

Doll had a major change in fashion after getting with the Straw Hats. Shanks not only bought all of her clothing with no input from her, he also picked out her outfit every morning. How much he infantilized her reflected strongly in the clothing with all of it being very frilly and cutesy (think lolita fashion).

Now that she's free she is eager to dress more her age, but over shoots that in her desperation and has a sort of librarian vibe going on. She leans towards muted colors and prefers clothing that is soft and loose.

She does not know what color coordination is or how to properly layer clothing, but Lizard helps her out with that.

[vasiktomis]

Fandom writing, truly a tug-of-war between writing reader-insert porn of the new sad wet man for the masses or dedicating that time to rounding out an OC

[caffeinatedavenger]

Am I maybe, mayyybeee writing Bucky fanfic?

Maybe.

[lilyswrittenworks]

How I envision (Y/n) in silly little Piccolo fanfic It Turned into Love

After MONTHS of not drawing I got the motivation to draw this (I know it's a flat image of just the top part of the character but I drew this for fun.) I did this on a piece of paper first and then passed it over onto Procreate.

This is my own insert on how I imagine the MC of the story would look like. She even has a name too (not my own name tho).

Her name is Evangeline, or Eva for short.

In the early stages of the story I wanted the main character to have a name but I also wanted the readers to feel included into the story. But in the end I decided against naming the MC.

The more you know~ 🌈

[evilmenenjoyer]

new season of aib in september which means i have 7 months to finish writing this fic only to watch the new episodes and probably want to change everything i wrote

[out101]

[blushinggray]

I have once again fallen in love with Harry Osborn (msm 2017) and am revisiting my huge wip that I started back in like 2020. Honestly I love it so much but it’s so plot/action dense and slow burn that it truly is only a fic catered to me

I’m kinda riding a wave of passion atm and am contemplating posting it despite still not finishing it but honestly idk if it’s worth it to go through posting if I am going to be the only one interested 😔

Well. If anyone cares at all for msm harry osborn too then pls give me a sign 🫰

[smartzelda]

You know, I didn't really get Ian (@/thefantastician) when he was like "My Sonic oc from forces is Ian jr. This is my son" but I have played Sonic Forces and learned the error of my ways

This is my little guy, my son, my boy

I have not named him but if something happened to him I would kill everyone in this room and then myself