#self-insert-ish

[littlewonders7]

AYOO I KIND OF JUST WOKE UP AND I FIND YOU MAKE THIS MASTERPIECE FROM SAYING RANDOM SHIT LIKE OMG I LOVE THIS SO MUCH 👀👀👀👀👀👀💖💖💖💖💖✨

Bro I do enjoy you having singed finding y/n your take on him running findings on them while acting a surprising nice mentor to them! I mean that makes sense as y/n would also have knowledge on what surgery and transplant is and perhaps use it to heal his daughter🤔

No doubt if viktor gets invested then Jayce would too but like honestly the idea of y/n being more of themselves the more people talk and whisper of their existence. Maybe at one point it affects the plot as y/n is an anomaly and the rules don’t fully apply to them!

Sorry for the ramble I honestly just happy you found some inspiration from one of my post and I really enjoy how you wrote it!!! 😳😳😳🥺🥺🥺

Arcane isekai ideas for reader pt. 8

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- so you know when in isekai stories you see the reader or y/n take the art style form from that reality or either that reality looks more realistic than from the series it’s base from? Not only that but maybe the rules of fiction are different from our world( like for example cartoons like in loony toons being able to recover from situations in the “real world” that would absolutely kill an actual person, like being squished or throw hundreds meters in the air and still surviving) well I had this idea for the arcane story but a bit different

- my idea is that what if when y/n gets isekai from our world to the world of arcane they still retain some features and rules from our world that would make them stand out even more. Like for example y/n hair is more flowing and can take more shapes cause it’s not restricted in 3d model shape like in arcane, or maybe you see the way how more asymmetrical y/n body is because we in our world have asymmetrical bodies and in arcane some proportions have more symmetrical features since being 3d models like for example one size of you body being slightly bigger than the other(hands,feet, eyes). Perhaps whenever y/n gets stuff from our world it would also retain some more “realistic” features like in texture or shading. My favorite one being y/n eyes being more realistic as it gives more unsettling or outworldy feelings because of how the eyes would give a ‘reflecting to one soul through the eyes’ and y/n being more realistic maybe makes the characters wanting to stare into it more.(maybe it might be funny if y/n is terrible on making eye contact but when they do they really stare into your soul)

- maybe this could give more outsider vibes from y/n as not only do they not act or behave like in piltover or zaun but they also feel and look outworldy as well. Maybe when a character touch y/n they can feel the difference in texture on y/n body(whatever the reason may be) like they feel different than other characters from the show because their lack of some “realistic” features they don’t have. Or perhaps they become more infatuated by how the environment effects y/n in a more “realistic” way( like how the hair and clothing get dirty or wet, how the lighting is more reflective on their eyes, how you notice more of their different colors and texture on the skin,etc.) Maybe they also become more protective for y/n when it comes to injures as that also would look different and maybe gruesome for those in arcane. Ohhh maybe to have it a little more unsettling is if y/n insides are still kind looks like from our world, that would be cool!

- I remembered asking something on this on a Genshin isekai story and having thoughts about how that work overtime I thought it would be fun to bring it up again and add on to it.

[starlitvoyeur]

Imagine if there was another member on the crew aboard the Tulpar and meeting Daisuke. He’s a sweet, charismatic, and silly dude and y’all connect almost instantly. Inside jokes, teaming up on game nights, sharing hoarded sweeteners (although it’s very tough on your soul). However when you were first introduced you kept calling him Daisuki; and he never had the heart to tell you it’s wrong. Just a slight mispronunciation that sounds close enough right? The rest of the crew side eye him as if to say “that’s not right?” And he desperately side eyes all of them “PLEASE STAY QUIET” Anya thinks it’s kinda cute and keeps her mouth shut but there’s something in her expression that doesn’t quite look right. Curly taunts him Relentlessly. Swansea right behind him, saying that the kids these days are so ridiculous and so avoidant and just messes with Daisuke just after you walk by. Jimmy just raises an eyebrow but doesn’t seem to care too much about it… he asks every once in a while how the two of you are handling being on the ship and you answer so freely “everything’s going great! Daisuki and I really appreciate you guys being so understanding with us newbies :)” and Jimmy just nods and looks at Daisuke and replies “glad to hear it. Later Daisuki” and walks off leaving Daisuke a little embarrassed and blushy

[stuck-writing-sickos]

In Poor Taste [P1]

(Yandere × F!Reader)

[Series link]

[Warning: obssessive, workplace/academic discrimination, xenophobia, mention of SA, slowburn, dense plot, not even sure if its dark romance, not sure if its romance at all]

You were never crazy about spoiled rich men. They were nothing but troubles.

You knew his type. Rich, spoiled, and never told no. In college, you would see them flocking down walkways in goofy polos, or if there were events, in color-coded suits and ties as if going to their first communion. They were never alone, stuck in bubbles of laughters and champagnes and vape vapors. You were not there besides them. You sat rooted in the library chair, dropping in and out of kickbacks of other students who also never fit into their puzzle of oxfords and high heels. You didn't resent them. You had your own little life. You found comfort in turning it up in the weekend with your fierce eyeliner and fishnet when your bank balance was full, or sitting in your friends' living room greening out on Mexican weed when you were broke.

So when you graduated side by side with them, ordered by names, you didn't feel as if you missed the school spirit. Your ex was chatting up with his crowd a couple rows down, arms in arms with a known rapist. In a sea of them you treaded in your scuffed heels and walked the stadium to your fine, leather-bordered diploma and took a half-hearted photo with the dean before sneaking out early, never to see any of them again. Sure, you missed your friends, but you could always call and catch flights (when your bank balance so permits). The rest of them slipped off your mind easily like vapor.

You moved country. That was the right move. Sure, you could stay in the States and try out a desk job, but you didn't find it in you to belong. Plus, with the recent development of AI  technology coupled with the impending economic recession, you weren't too optimistic about finding a position that lasts. So you packed up and left, missing barely anything. 4 years of your life remained in the tissues your cried into in the dingy airport toilet. You called your family to let them know your ambition. They scoffed, trying to talk you out of it for the last time yet, before their persuasion became discouragement. Before they told you that the corporation needed an heir, and that you were stubborn just like your father was. You turned off your phone and boarded. Your 20s seemed wide open, soaring with you, louder than the plane engine that roared even in your sleep.

3 years later, in your little cubicle in a Japanese high school, you didn't feel like you were soaring anymore. Perhaps your wings got caught somewhere, shredded in the engine just before you landed. You buried your head into piles of notebooks, your red pen gliding. The power to decide who passed and who failed was in your hands, and the soft-hearted nature you carried with you squirmed as you had to mark down zeros and ones. You found yourself smiling at your students and encouraging them, as well as enduring the resistance from the rebellious ones. Little by little, the spark of hope in you matured into a quiet resolution. You learnt to be calmer, to hang your head more, and to speak less of your opinions. In the mirror, you saw a new face.

You pushed on, narrowing your shoulders in the subway, cooking your dinner in your modest kitchen, and packing your own lunch at five in the morning. Sometimes you went out with your coworkers, sometimes you remained indoor. Settling in a monotony as Tokyo raged on with its flourescent storm, you feel, in your quiet moments, as if you were half asleep.

Then one summer morning just before another school year ended, the head of the foreign teacher department walked in. Walking by her was a face you didn't recognize.

"This is Mr. Lukas."

As customary, you stood up and greeted with a polite smile.

"Yes, good morning Mrs. Tahara. Good morning Mr. Lukas."

"I know this is late into the school year", Tahara said, "but Mr. Lukas is the perfect fit for our school. He has plans to stick with us for the next 2 years, so I was hoping he would get the training he needs by trying out at our summer program."

"That seems like a lovely idea", you acknowledged.

"Since you have the most experience in our department so far, and also the only one left since the rest of the team has taken an early vacation as customary for them", Tahara continues, finally building up to her point, "I was wondering if it is not much trouble for you to mentor him this summer. I know that you have said that you would take the summer off this year, but there is nobody else we would trust quite as much!"

You felt a knot of frustration in your chest. After 3 years of dedicating yourself to the summer program, you did finally decide to take the summer off to have some time for yourself. Truth was, you had found yourself growing weary of the monotony in your life which had lulled you into a state of daydream. This summer was supposed to be for you to travel and visit your family. Plus, with the money your had accumulated by pinching your purse, you were hoping to finally fly to LA to meet with a long-term friend you had been dying to see.

But you knew this was not a request. It was an order. Though Tahara was smiling, she was not going to take "no" as an answer. The woman did not climb to her position in this expensive international high school in the heart of Tokyo by being softhearted like you.

"I see", you nodded, the blank smile yet to leave your face, "Very well, then. I will do my best."

Tahara also did not let hers falter when she tried to soothe you, "I heard the staff vacation is to Thailand this year. How exciting, right? It is the 10th year anniversary of our school after all. Tell you what, I will lobby for you the best room there is!"

The pang in your heart did not go away as you chuckled, "Oh, there is no need at all. Please, I am happy to do this job."

"Nonsense", Tahara insists, "Best room there is! Please leave that to me. All you need to worry about is Mr. Lukas."

You bowed your head.

"Thank you very much. I will do my best."

With that, Tahara turns to the newcomer: "Your cubicle is right here next to her. Please get settled in, and she will show you around. You have her full attention for today- I checked, there are no classes today, right, Miss?"

You nodded at the last part. Tahara briskly walked away, leaving Lukas standing in front of you.

You finally turned your attention to him, getting a good look for the first time yet. Lukas was tall, black haired, with a strong nose and freckles. His defined body was complemented by his white button-up and slack pants. The way his body opens up by his wide shoulders and his face held up high told you that he was a stranger not only to this work environment, but to the country as a whole. He still seemed alert, yet to be lulled into sleep like you.

"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Lukas", you held your hand out for him to shake. His hand was soft, and his grip was gentle. You could tell clearly now... he hadn't been a working man.

"Hi", he smiled, "I'm so excited to be here. I'm all yours now, so... lay it all on me!"

American, you mused in your head, noticing his accent and the loud, overly friendly manner. He reminded you of the people you knew from college.

"Of course. Let me give you a quick tour of the school before we get started!"

"Great! It's a beautiful school. Can't wait!"

The moment you and him exited the teacher lounge, Lukas couldn't help but immediately make small talks.

"So... how long have you been working here?"

"Oh, for 3 years now", you replied absentmindedly.

"Woah, that's a long time. To be honest, I just graduated college last December, so this is all totally new to me."

You hummed and pointed out to him the nurse's office, letting him know that he could find assistance there in case of student injuries. Finding it difficult to simply ignore his attempt at a conversation and partially feeling sympathetic at the assumption that he may feel alone in a new country, you picked up the small talk.

"I understand it may feel intimidating at first. I was just like you... moving from an American college to work here is a big change."

"Oh, you were in the States, too? Where at?"

His head turned toward you. He seemed intrigued.

"Yes. I was studying in Texas. X Univerisity."

"So you are smart, then. I was in T University. Your rival school."

"That's a good school, too. What did you major in?"

He sheepishly grinned.

"I was in their business program. What about you?"

You didn't want to divulge more information about yourself, so you directed the focus back on him: "Business? Then what makes you decide to teach here in Japan?"

"Well, I wanted a change of pace... My family, they have a job lined up for me already, and I can come back for it whenever I want. So right now I guess I'm just, like, trying to live my life, you know? Figuring myself out. I thought Japan would be a nice start."

A part of you felt that you could relate to him. Indeed ... if you wanted, you could simply go back to your own family company and work toward inheriting it. But from the way he was talking, it seemed he had a better relationship with his folks.

"That's a great way to challenge yourself", you nodded, now leading him to visit the indoor gym. Your indifference toward him left you with a lukewarm response.

"What about you? You didn't think I'd forget, did you?"

It was your turn to look at him now, a bit bewildered. You didn't expect him to show interest in what you do. Most people usually got caught up in talking about themselves, especially with you who knew to ask more questions to evade the attention.

"Oh... well, I guess I've been interested in linguistics ever since high school. This place put me into curriculum development and researching, so I figured it would be a great addition to my CV."

He narrowed his eyes barely.

"So you have a plan?"

"I do."

"You wanna get a Master's?"

"Well, higher, if I can."

"Ahhh... so you are smart smart."

Uncomfortable now that the topic was you, you quickly looked away: "Not really. Tell me, what is the position your folks have lined up for you?"

He chuckled.

"Business consultant. It's nothing special, but it's steady."

"Where are they based?"

"New York."

Right. So they have money money.

"Are you perhaps a nepo baby?"

He laughed.

"Well, I guess you could say that. But I don't want to be defined by them. I want to create my own ... my values, you know?"

You almost felt yourself sympathizing with him, but the feeling of seperation came back. You remembered the looks you received and the empty seat next to you in classes filled with his type. You remembered being talked over and put aside when you wanted to speak on team projects. You remembered the blatantly perverted things you were told, the arms that linked with rapists, the lack of protection that you and your friends got from anyone when one of them had laid his hands onto a girl you knew.

"Anyway... would you be free for dinner sometimes this week? I'm totally new and alone here, and I could use someone to show me around, you know?"

You held back a sigh as you looked at him who had stopped in his track. He still was younger and, as he said, new and alone in Tokyo. When you were just like him, your coworkers indeed did you the same favor he was asking of you.

"Yes, I can arrange that."

"Does tonight work? If you don't mind, of course."

Against the strange aftertaste that lingered on your tongue, you agreed: "I can do that."

You knew that it wasn't in your nature to ignore someone who felt lost. But you decided that you would not be too close a friend with him. After all, you knew his type.

[mblue-art]

"Wait- hold on, why do I get a bigger reaction than Iwa's?!" "We're not moving on to mine until you've answered our questions, Micchan!!" "Oh, so Iwa can put Godzilla but when I put SANS UNDERTALE--"

[starlos-soulmate]

Simple silly doodles just because. She knows what he's doing and flomp :3

Tagging: @multiversal-selfshipper

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[candysharkart]

hit with the sudden urge to draw my childhood mid-2000s sona(s), an angry emo elf with a gibberish name, and her mirror/clone/boyself who's happier and more confident than her. and gay. which could mean nothing.

[six-story-lightbulb]

this took unreasonably long but I drew this :>

Apologies for terrible camera quality, my phone is a potato

[rwby-confess]

Confession #403

[adorable-pink-cinnamon-roll]

Talk about fricking ironic. (≖ロ≖)

I totally forgot about these panels for the longest time til quite recently. They're from ep 41, literally the same ep as this panel.

That is a child. No one can even argue at this point, that is a fricking child. RS's way of storytelling is 100% "tell, don't show," she thinks merely telling us Persephone is an adult is enough without actually presenting her as one. Just like telling us Persades love each other is supposed to be enough without actually showing any truly deep love between them. The LO stans want the critics to treat Persades' relationship as a romance between two mature, consenting adults so badly? Then that's what RS should've been doing all along. But nooooo, she's too obsessed with making self-insert DDLG/Lolita/age-gap power fantasy smut, so that's asking too much. (×_×)

[ratwizz]

been watching WWDITS lately and I like it a normal amount anyway unrelated look at my vampire skin-picking oc who is def not a self insert

[the-real-list-of-ominous-threats]

I am going to draw your oc (threat)

wait WHAT DUDE I WOULD LOVE THAT BUT U DONT HAVE TO

[kiokodoodles]

They are rewatching Bluey for the fifth time now

[keuwibloom]

Inktobertale 2023 day 20: 4 panels comic

Have something that's a little bit more self indulgent

Ink comforting you for anyone who needs it!

[shatterband]

HBD POOOKSSS!!!

@socky-iz-so-cool @traaaavvy giggles..

[femceltuliotrivino]

polly has had a rough week

1 note = 1 kiss from tulio to make her feel better

[auxwired]

meet my stupid dunmeshi self-insert(?? kind of)

theyre this half-foot mage who absolutely sucks at magic. also super jumpy. since half foots usually have low levels of mana, amedenn was born with unusually high levels (assuming thats how that works) and decided to learn magic. in truth, theyd rather do literally anything else but they convinced themselves that it would be a waste if they didnt do anything with their "gift". even then theyre still not too great at it.... they often practice offensive/attack magic rather than healing magic. they were sent to marcille and falins magic school for a few years and left. voice claim is edward elric :o)