#i've got a self insert for...:

[angelbitezzz]

Kind of an odd request but how many aus have you self-inserted into? Could you show us your different pairings?

....I may have to reblog this later with all the pairings. This'll be an endeaver.

[mblue-art]

"…heh. you ran all the way here? can't resist free treats, huh." "Pff, hah. Of course."

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[dindjarindiaries]

Eyes Off

character: Hunter (The Bad Batch)

prompts: “Are you jealous?” “No, I’m not!” “Oh, you really are jealous! Wait, why would you be jealous?” / “Look at me.” / A kiss of jealousy

main masterlist • hunter masterlist

"Of course that's what you're wearing."

Crosshair's unimpressed drawl drew your attention from where you were fastening and concealing your weapons. Considering everyone else had already changed into their civvies, it had to be Hunter that Crosshair was addressing, and one look at the sergeant proved why.

Whereas the rest of the team opted to keep themselves covered in a way that wasn't too unlike their Republic-issued blacks, Hunter didn't shy away from letting his skin breathe. His hands and arms were wrapped up to his elbows, but there was a sizable stretch of skin and muscle leading up to the light-colored sleeveless tunic he wore.

Tech had always ensured that the temperature of the Marauder's interior was regulated, but something had to have been off, because you could've sworn it had just gotten at least ten times hotter.

You were still staring, and Force willing not ogling, as Hunter raised his hands defensively at Crosshair. "What?"

Crosshair scoffed as he shouldered on his pack. He lifted a single eyebrow and flicked his toothpick at his brother. It bounced unceremoniously off one of Hunter's tensed biceps.

The sergeant just smirked in response and shrugged. "I earned 'em." His tone was playful as he lifted his own pack and secured it over his shoulders. "I think I'm entitled to showing 'em off for once."

And thank the Force you did, you would have said if you didn't already have a durasteel lock on your own jaw.

"Ha-ha, yeah!" Wrecker clapped his brother on the shoulder. Hunter rolled it back in response, but nevertheless widened his sly smile as he looked up at Wrecker. "I think ya' look great, Sarge." Wrecker then turned his attention on you, giving your shoulder a nudge with his own. "Right, Sunny?"

You narrowed your eyes at him, but only for a quick moment. Subtlety had never been Wrecker's specialty, and you should have remembered that when you had stayed at 79's until last call with him and spilled out all your secrets. That's what you got for indulging in truth serum for once.

You schooled your expression into nonchalance the best you could and nodded. "Yeah." You lifted your blaster and gave it one last unnecessary check. "It definitely suits you."

Hunter huffed. "I don't even want to know what you mean by that." You snorted in amusement before Hunter refocused and addressed the gathered squad. "We shouldn't be here long, especially since we're dividing and conquering. Tech, Wrecker, you're clear on your objective?"

Tech looked up from his datapad and nodded as he adjusted his goggles. "That is correct."

Wrecker gestured over to Tech with his thumb. "What he said."

Hunter nodded at them both. "Great." He turned to his youngest brother. "Crosshair?"

Crosshair's brow rose once again. "Do you really have to ask?"

Hunter participated in their typical impromptu staring contest for a few heartbeats before he let out a sigh. "I'm taking that as a yes." His attention then shifted to you, and you fought a hard-won battle to not take a visible breath as his dark eyes found yours. "Sunny, you're with me." Hunter motioned for the squad to follow as he stepped towards the open hatch. "Let's move out."

You kept your attention on the way ahead as the squad walked out of the hangar together and through the throngs of sentients that crowded the planet's streets. Eventually, as you and Hunter got closer to your own destination, Tech, Wrecker, and Crosshair peeled off to attend to their own objectives. You tried not to tense as you kept yourself close to Hunter's side.

"Hmm." Hunter's hum got your attention, and you looked over to see his brow creased the way it often did when he was reaching out with his senses. "It's gonna be crowded in there." He gave you a glance and nodded. "Stay close. We might have to push our way through."

You nodded and obeyed, getting close enough for one of his arms to brush against yours. It was hard to focus with the warmth of his skin meeting yours in endless succession, but you threw your mindset into the mission as the two of you stepped inside the cantina.

As soon as you crossed the threshold, you could feel the eyes on you—only they weren't on you specifically. They were on him.

You could have accredited the lingering stares to the fact that Hunter presented much more like a regular clone than the others, and he may have been getting some undue attention for that, but you could identify the kind of looks he was getting all too well. Gazes flickered up and down, heads did double takes, and some people even giggled with their peers.

You should have found it amusing. The others certainly would have if they were there. Instead, it filled you with a pool of a sickly feeling almost like dread, coiling in your stomach and twisting into an uncomfortable knot.

It was an unmistakable wave of intense jealousy, and you weren't strong enough to fight it.

You were drawing yourself even closer to Hunter's side before you could stop it, your eyes cautiously scanning your surroundings as you did so. Another strong flare of jealousy's angry green haze saw you taking his arm and wrapping your hands around it, securing you to his side as you smiled in satisfaction at the way many of the hungry scares awkwardly flickered away from the two of you.

But your actions didn't go unnoticed by him. Hunter stopped pushing through the crowd long enough to turn his head and look at you with his full attention. "You okay?"

You looked up at him with innocent eyes, and his gaze gestured to the grasp you still had on his arm. You offered him a quick nod. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just..." You glanced around the room again. "A little overwhelmed."

Hunter's warm eyes studied yours as he softened. "I get it. We won't be here long, though, like I said before." He nodded towards the bar. "C'mon. We're almost there."

You went forward with him, selfishly indulging in the feeling of his warmth—and the arm you still had a tight grasp on. You were pleased to note it was just as strong and solid as it had looked.

Once Hunter had successfully maneuvered your way to the bar and had made enough room for the two of you there, you reluctantly let go of his arm and simply stood at his side. Your arms were still brushing at the close proximity, your focus was still going to any wandering eyes that caught sight of him.

You should have been focused on the objective and helping Hunter get information out of the bartender, but you had other priorities. Like Hunter had insinuated before, he had worn what he was wearing for a reason. Did that mean he wanted one of these people to approach him?

The thought alone made you sick. It shouldn't have, because you weren't his and he wasn't yours, but that didn't matter.

"You sure you're okay?"

Hunter's low voice of concern brought your attention back to him. You glanced over to see him furrowing his brow at you.

"You seem on edge."

You shrugged and looked past the sergeant, seeing someone just behind him staring holes through his back. You fought back a growl and forced yourself to answer normally. "I'm just seeing a lot of eyes on you." You blinked and quickly rushed to correct yourself. "Us."

But the damage had already been done. One of Hunter's eyebrows shot up in suspicion as he continued to look at you. "That's nothing new, especially not for me."

You circled your jaw. "Yeah, but..." Your gaze flickered over him before you could stop it. "It's different this time."

Hunter looked ahead, his expression taut as he pondered something, and then you saw his dark eyes light up with realization. You winced quietly before he even had the chance to speak.

"Wait." He looked over at you again, the small pieces of hair that escaped his bandana bouncing on his forehead as the corners of his lips rose in a small smile. "Are you jealous?"

You forced out a scoff and began to flounder. "No, I’m not!" You looked down, your gaze searching. "I-I'm just..."

It was too late. You were too flustered to think of a viable excuse, and your ears and face were burning so hot that you were half-convinced Hunter's senses had already picked up on the temperature change.

"Oh, you really are jealous." Hunter said the words with a chuckle, and his bare shoulder playfully nudged yours.

You fought off the sudden waves of embarrassment valiantly and looked anywhere but at him. He was clearly still joking, and you were stuck between playing it off again or at least wanting him to put the pieces together. This one-sided thing you had going on was getting too exhausting.

That made his next words even less of a surprise than they probably should have been. "Wait... why would you be jealous?"

Your gaze flickered over to meet Hunter's, but you looked away from him just as quickly. Your stare focused on your fingers as they picked at the skin around your nails. This was not a conversation you wanted to have here, especially not when he was looking like that.

"Hey." Hunter's voice was achingly soft now as he set a gentle hand on your shoulder. "Look at me."

You relented, your guilty gaze finding his—which was full of comfort and, surprisingly, understanding. Your brow knit together, though the knot in your stomach began to loosen when Hunter's hand suddenly moved from your shoulder to the one you had closest to him on the bar. His stare lowered and watched as his wrapped hand wove his fingers through yours and gave your own hand a soft squeeze.

Hunter looked at you again, and he gave you a reassuring nod. "You have nothing to worry about."

All you could do was blink at him, any words you could have possibly wanted to say dying on your tongue. You were trying to read him and make sure you weren't misinterpreting the signals he was sending you. Was he saying that because he had requited feelings, or just to assure you that he wasn't looking for anything from anyone?

Hunter huffed and gave his head a fond shake. "You've been noticing the eyes on me, and I..." He paused, his jaw tightened as he narrowed his eyes at something behind you. "Have been tracking the eyes on you."

Your eyes widened in surprise. You must have been so wrapped up in your jealousy towards Hunter that you failed to notice how people had been looking at you, too. Your civvies did hug your body in a way your typical tactical gear didn't...

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" You had no choice but to ask. You couldn't live with the anticipation anymore.

Hunter nodded and looked at your entwined hands again. He gave yours another squeeze. "The feeling's mutual."

You couldn't keep the smile from growing on your lips. Honestly, you should have known better, but reason and feelings never paired well together, anyway. All you could do was let out a soft laugh as you also looked down at your hands.

"What do you think?"

When Hunter spoke again, you looked up, suddenly realizing how much closer the two of you had gotten. Hunter clocked the minimized distance, too, his warm gaze flickering to your lips before he went on.

"Should we give them something else to stare at?"

You hummed, pretending to have to consider the offer even as your traitorous body already started to lean closer. "I think that's a good plan, Sarge."

Hunter chuckled, though the warmth that sound brought you was nothing compared to the feeling of his lips on yours.

You inhaled one another like it was your first full breath of oxygen, with Hunter's free hand catching the side of your face and jaw to keep you locked in place. Meanwhile, your free hand rose to his bicep, anchoring yourself to him as each breath passed between you and each tease of his tongue threatened to make your knees buckle underneath you. It was utterly dizzying, and it made you completely forget about everything and everyone else around you, for better or for worse.

When you parted, Hunter was quick to clock the sight of your hand on his arm. His lips gave way to a sly smile, and your brow shot up as you mused upon his words from earlier.

"This is what you wanted all along, isn't it?" You shook your head at him in fondness. "I was the person you were 'showing 'em off' for."

Hunter shrugged, playing innocent for now. "Maybe, maybe not."

You scoffed. "Do we even have a real objective here?"

"Well, we did." He gave your hand another squeeze. "But we just completed it."

You gave your eyes a roll. "Force, Hunter..."

"The others' objectives are real, though."

You couldn't help laughing at that. Leave it to the sergeant of the Bad Batch to use an actual mission as a way to somehow get you both to finally break the ice. "And the bartender?" You nodded towards the nearest one. "You just made that up?"

"Not really." Hunter's smirk remained as he caught the bartender's eye. "I do need to talk to them... to get us some drinks."

You blinked at him before you laughed even harder. You shifted your hand onto the arm closest to you and rested your head against his bare shoulder the best you could manage, relishing in the wave of content that rolled over you.

It was an unconventional way for your mutual feelings to surface, but that was just who Hunter was, and you couldn't hide the way you loved it.

[ovcii-doodles]

super excited to finally share the piece I did for the @tronfashionzine! I was going for a sort of artsy vogue editorial vibe, though I feel I could've pushed it further with more dramatic makeup to sell the fashion aspect.

please make sure to check out all of the other artists who participated!

+ a bonus version using the divide effect because it looked really cool:

[loveisunison]

Shout-out to self shippers with "scary" disorders, and I'm talking about the really stigmatized ones. Shout-out to self shippers with "bad" and "scary" symptoms. Shout-out to self shippers who are trying to be good and still do bad things because of their disorder.

Shout-out to schizospec self shippers, shout-out to system self shippers, shout-out to cluster b self shippers, shout-out to low empathy self shippers and shout-out to everyone else who not only has to deal with their mental health issues but also the fact that nobody else understands. And to those who are deemed crazy or evil.

Your f/o loves you, actually, and despite how many times you fall into tendencies that are "too much" for anyone else; they will always love you. No matter how many people call you evil, they will still love you and they will know there's a part of you that wants to be good.

And you know what? If there's no part of you that wants to be good and you're still doing your best to remain kind despite your nature, I see you, and your f/o does too. And they still love you, they always will.

[tapeworrmart]

Lmao what if I drew my OC as a postal insert. They meet in a human shield situation I think 🥰

[thelovers-2001]

Why would a toy ever befriend The Doctor? And what does she see in him?

( P.S Click/Tap the Read More to read about my Poppy Playtime s/i. )

Experiment 1294 ( Dream Guardian Starlight ) is a toy from Playtime Co. which is their take of the western magical girl genre. Unlike the rest of the toys, the subject was a volunteering Playtime Co. employee in her mid 20s.

Unlike the former volunteer employee was described as quiet and shy Starlight's talkative and a social butterfly. She has a knack of charisma which makes her a favourite to Playtime Co. A favouritism she takes advantage of.

She's very curious of everything, especially towards Dr Harley Sawyer. She looked forward to interviews with him, sometimes following him if he's spotted, Starlight truly wanted to befriend him. She's not oblivious to his cruelty and apathy.

Meanwhile Dr Saywer plays along with her friendship, though he slowly grew fondness of her. Starlight's genuine interest in him fascinated him.

She would mimic some of his behaviour. She started using her charisma to make toys follow her biddings and get what she wants. Starts manipulating toys and employees, use violence when necessary.

This caught the attention of The Prototype. He confronted her, wanting to use her charisma to rally all over the toys for the Hour of Joy. She agreed and became his mouthpiece.

Starlight's now a right hand to the now Experiment 1354, The Doctor. She roams the other floors, checking on other toys, following any orders from Sawyer through her earpiece. Once she does her job well, she'll stay in Sawyer's abode for one to two hours.

Her current task is watching a human who entered the factory. She's strictly ordered not to kill them, but to bait them to enter deeper into the factory. Needless to say, she's having fun.

...Huh? Oh the eye? Yeaaah, she lost her right eye during The Hour of Joy. She self proclaimed the eye belonged to her original self (which is NOT true!!! She asked Sawyer to give her the human eye because it would make her look cool).

[narfin-frood]

Do you have any characters/OCs that are in Wander's circle of unassimilated friends other than Sylvia?

nah, wander's got sylvia and that's it. that's one of the big reasons he's constantly spiraling - he's got the biggest echo chamber ever and 1 whole friend.

however if i ever do a proper crowd shot where i actually care to give the followers faces and designs, i'll slip my ocs in there for funsies. i've got tons and tons of little alien designs up my sleeves just begging to get assimilated

[buttercup-art]

Noa with big hats

[harryinramshackle]

FINALLY

[spotaus]

Unrelated to anything I REALLY want to draw my 3 personas together... (N, Light, and Theory) they're so funny and so vastly different-

[flowering-darkness]

sentinels of the starry skies

Today, the 27th of May, marks the 39th anniversary of the Dragon Quest series - and, while I only selfship in (and have played!) the ninth game specifically, it's a series that still means a very great deal to me and some of my closest friends. So I really wanted to render something involving my DQIX self-insert, as well as my selfship with Pavo, to commemorate the series' anniversary!!

(comments/reblogs are appreciated, but never required!)

[teardropwolf]

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[reinabeestudio]

Close Shave

Words: 1267

Relationships: Gold Waltz (Soldier/Cee)

A/N: I talked about this draft ages ago and finally it's DONE. Warning, it eventually gets rather suggestive. That said, there's nothing actually explicit. If I had to rate it, I guess I'd give it a 16+ (?). It's super corny and silly, I had a blast working on it ∋( :D

It even comes with its own art: a comm I got from @/beeholyshit featuring a scene from the oneshot ✨ You should read it. For context

*[divider]

Stroke. Rinse.

Stroke. Rinse.

Stroke. Rinse. The room was blanketed in a comfortable silence, only the sounds of the blade on the skin and their breathing filled the confined space. The base was often quiet after dinner, most of the mercenaries tired from the fighting during the day under the punishing heat of the desert. Soldier used this time to shave. He used to shave in the mornings... sometimes. Until he used the razor to stab a BLU son of a bitch in the throat, covering the blade in blood and little chunks of gore. A lost cause, thus he was left to use a straight razor he owned. An old gift from his father back when he was a teen growing his first stubble. A razor which belonged to his own grandfather. It had the family name inscribed on the handle: Doe. It helped his memory, looking at it and holding it. Never forget who you are, son. Using the straight razor forced him to go slow, and he didn't like it. But if there's something he learned as a trained soldier, it was to adapt. Even if that earned him a few more cuts and nicks before bed. And one day, Cee Doremi stepped in. She popped up behind him when he was on the way to his room, that was when she offered her help with the shaving. "I don't need help, Ms Doremi." "Perhaps. But such a hard-working veteran like you deserves to be serviced once in a while, yes?" Little minx, she knew how to short-circuit his brain with so little. Yet he willingly fell for it each time. He felt her presence behind him as he resumed the walk back to his bedroom.

That's how he found himself in this situation: laying down on the bed while resting his head on Cee's lap, his old helmet resting next to her, on the mattress. There was water dripping from his face down his shoulders and collarbone, drenching his white tank top.

Soldier's pale blue eyes didn't leave Cee's face for a second. She was so focused, her own gaze never shattering from her task. There was a light blush on her cheeks, barely noticeable on the dim light, and he found himself enjoying the sight above him. Her strokes were gentle yet steady, shaving his face with the straight razor, and her free hand cradling his own face with a tenderness that made fireworks go off inside his chest like the 4th of July. Her hand lifted his chin, exposing the column of his neck, and he had to internally sing the Star-Splanged Banner as he tried to not make a sound.

Her eyes flickered to his, and she smiled sweetly at him. Fuck, there was the short-circuit again.

"I'm almost done, sugar cube. Be patient." She leaned in closer, the blade grazing the warm skin. "The neck is a delicate part... Be a good boy and stay still." Cee's delicate fingers grazed his throat and his Adam's apple bobbed. Soldier bit back a groan at the contact, internally counting to five as he held back the impulse to reach out and pull her face closer.

Several minutes of silence later, the job was done. Soldier sat up, drying his face with a small towel she brought while she cleaned up and put the tools away. The towel was pure white with a flower pattern, and it was surprisingly soft.

Soldier looked at her as he wiped away the remaining shaving cream, really looked at her, taking in every detail of her. Her white hair, her hazel eyes, her kind smile, her small mole under the left eye, her calming presence. Why did she have to be so fucking beautiful? Why did she have to make him feel this way, like he was going crazy? He wanted to hug her, he wanted to yell at the sky. He wanted…

Cee's hand on his shoulder stopped his train of thought, bringing him back to reality. "Look at you. A true dashing American! Now you are ready to keep shooting people while looking handsome as ever," she said with a smile.

He wanted her.

Soldier pulled Cee flush against him and crashed his lips against hers in a desperate kiss with all the pent-up passion and longing he'd been bottling up, his hands coming up to grip her waist tightly. Cee let out a surprised sound, but she quickly started kissing back, and pouring every ounce of love for him into it.

He walked her backwards until her legs hit the edge of the bed, and then he pushed her down onto the mattress, crawling on top of her. When they finally broke apart, both of them panting heavily, he rested his forehead against hers with a dopey grin.

"Cee, you beautiful bastard. You drive me insane."

Cee laughed sheepishly. The blush on her face was more prominent now, and he really enjoyed the sight. "Being honest with you, sweet thing? I've been wanting to kiss you for a while. You have a kissable face."

Little minx, short-circuiting him even when he was on top of her. It's one of the many things he liked about her.

Soldier nuzzled into her neck then, peppering the skin with kisses. His hand slid lower, dipping beneath the hem of her black dress to caress the smooth skin of her thigh. He could feel the heat of her, the way her body responded to his touch. He let out a low, appreciative groan as Cee hugged his waist with her legs and pressed their hips together. There she was, already all warm and willing and ready for him. He forced himself to not tear the dress away.

When she surged up to kiss him, he leaned down to meet her, pressing his lips to hers deeply. Hungrily. His finger was on the hem of her underwear, ready to get it off, when a loud cry from outside pierced the night. Soldier and Cee looked at the door at the same time with panic while they listened attentively.

"Ouch, my freakin' leg! It hurts SO MUCH!" Scout whined. "Your stupid machines are broken, man!"

"I told ya, string-bean: don't touch the darn thing!" Engineer chastised with an edge of irritation. His voice was strained with effort. "Now shut it, or I'm droppin' you!"

The couple stayed still as rabbits caught in the headlights as the voices of the young Bostonian and the older Texan drifted off, until the buzzing of the fluorescent lights was the only sound plaguing the hallway outside.

Soldier was about to resume the make-out session, but Cee stopped him. Instead, she hopped off the bed. He observed her, how she opened the door, and how she looked both sides before going back inside, locking the door behind her this time.

"Coast is clear, sir," Cee said with a salute and a smile. "Permission to go back to bed, sir?"

Soldier chuckled and grinned up at her as he saluted back. How cute. "Permission granted." He opened his arms afterwards, gesturing at her to get closer. "C'mere, sweetheart."

Then she ran back to him, giggling gleefully when he caught her in his arms and pinned her under him again. His grin grew bigger when she leaned in to kiss him once more, smiling into the kiss. It was not like the desperate kisses from before, but something softer, more intimate. A promise of more to come, of finally starting to explore these feelings between them.

Perhaps shaving at night was not so bad, after all.

[leafbunnysketchbook]

Aaaaaand here's the selfship edition of the Dantes dump. ^^;

[meownotgood]

in reference to my last post... when it comes to arcane herald viktor... YEAH SO I HAVE A LOT TO SAY ACTUALLY!!!!! I HOPE YOU'RE READY TO FUCK THAT BUG NASTY STYLE