#it felt self insert

[sketchy-tour]

Redrew some of my old daycare attendant doodles as stress relief today

[kukopelli]

DCA CUSTOM VALENTINE COMMISION CLOSED

do u want to kiss the robot ? This could be YOU 🫵

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Character can be fully customized but the pose Is locked inn

Dm for detailss

Update : happy Valentine for brazill 🇧🇷🇧🇷

[candyheartedchy]

“Okay, I’ll stay.”

[sourlemonadez]

My first tumblr post aa throws this unshaded mess at you and runs

[rivastraut]

Rivastraut felt plushies are real! They will spread love and joy to the world (made by Felusa on etsy) 🐴🥃

[moscatosin]

🖤 lazy sundays. theodore nott 🖤 ex!theodore. lazy sundays. a little angst. a little reminiscing. vanilla thickshake.

Lazy Sunday afternoons have always been your favourite time of the week. A slither and slice of paradise slotted into a couple of hours of pure bliss. Life, once upon a time; was simple. That time however, was a long now while ago. There was a part of you, that would give anything to have that back. A part of you now though knew better to ponder over daydreams like you once had before.

The book you’ve been cradling in your hands for the last hour or so is nothing more than a decoy. The words shimmer into a blur before sharpening again as your fingers turn a page swiftly that you haven’t actually bothered to read. It’s a habit now – this fake reading saga. Flipping pages every so often to make it look like you’re invested in a story you’ve ready far too many times, but your focus; well, it has long since settled elsewhere.

That somewhere – on a boy. A boy resting comfortable between your legs with his head nestled against your stomach, soft and warm, like he belongs there. Theodore. Breathing evenly, slowly; deeply, his eyes shut although he is not asleep. Comfortable. Like he once was, and you wished he always would be. The gentle rise and fall of your chest every time you take a breath moves him with it, as if the two of you are tethered together in some miniscule, invisible kind of way.

You’re both silent. There’s no reason to talk. Neither of you talk much anymore. Company is all you’re both after and in reality – between the two of you there isn’t much left to say. Actually, there isn’t anything left to say. He hums softly. It’s enough to get you to look away from the page you’re pretending to read for a few seconds as he mumbles, almost inaudibly something about how the book you’re holding can’t be that interesting and you smile. Lips curling into a soft smirk that only just masks the chuckle you can feel building up in the back of your throat, not because Theodore is right. Which is he. No, because he knows, and it seems that Theodore, always, knows.

You don’t answer. Not with words. Instead, you let your fingers slip gently into his hair, twirling the strands lazily; having noticed how much longer it’s gotten – the way it has begun to curl at the ends. This allows the silence you’re both in to resettle. Thick. Thick around you both like one of those warm, feathery, fluffy blankets that in winter, you’re reluctant to ever want to shrug off.

Theo lets out a breath he doesn’t seem to realise that he has been holding, and you watch at the way the tension he’s been building up and letting stir within him leaves his jaw, his shoulders, his whole body. It softens; like a tired toddler, like he’s finally allowed to rest in this space that he’s comfortable in however shouldn’t really be his anymore. You’ve let him in however. Perhaps because the space you’re both in isn’t really yours either. It’s borrowed. Physical but temporary. The two of you just managing to exist within the margins of each other worlds – in interludes, in interpolations, in stolen clandestine moments that shouldn’t exist in the lives you’ve moved on to.

“How much longer do we have?”, your words are barely above that of a whisper. “Until it gets dark.” Theo’s response comes out with a sigh as the realisation that this afternoon has to end becomes reality.

You nod. You give him the same reaction you do every week like clockwork for that’s all that this has ever been. That slice of paradise that you were once privy to. A piece of him you no longer have all to yourself. Around you, sunlight and silence both pretend that you don’t have somewhere else to be. That he doesn’t have someone else to go back to. Someone who calls him by names you once did because she’s earned the privilege. One you haven’t lost but no longer feel obliged to use. You drop the book from your hands against your chest and sigh; pressing your lips together to swallow the ache that is brewing up uncomfortably inside.

Theo shifts; it is only slight, turning his face to rest against your hip now, draping an arm languidly over your waist. You feel the press of his mouth against bare skin where your shirt has risen from the waistband of your jeans; soft and familiar, but it isn’t a kiss, more of a brush before he continues to speak in a whisper.

“I miss this.” “I know Theodore. Me too.”

His words along with yours aren’t confessions. They’re just facts. Truths. Realities. A little like how the sun is starting to slowly set. How you both should be somewhere else but can’t pull away. Don’t want to.

Your hand brushing through his hair stills for a moment; a moment too long. A moment that is long enough it allows you to breathe. To exhale out and release all the pent up wants and wishes and not at all’s you’ve been letting lay dormant all afternoon, all week; for what you know will forever be a lifetime. Soft sunlight begins to filter through the curtains – shadows dancing within corners that are coming out to play. You both know exactly what this means. Time is up. Neither of you move.

For now – there’s a silent agreement between you both that the world can wait. For now, you both just want to stay. You’ll let him stay. You’ll cancel plans. You’ll convince yourself that what you both have isn’t problematic. That it’s harmless. Simplistic. Innocent. Safe. That although you’ve both moved on from each other, that with each other is where you feel like you most belong…

…wrapped in the arms of someone who stopped being yours a long time ago. Of someone who you’d give anything to be back in the day dreams of.

[boimlerkisser]

I mentioned in the tags of a different post that my self insert, who I'm deciding to call Ximena, tries not to read minds without permission buttttt Brad's thoughts are especially LOUD 😅 she kinda can't help herself sometimes!

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[brighter-star]

Decided to be VERY self indulgent and make draw myself as a honse B) Following in the footsteps of my 11 year old self last time I tried and failed miserably to draw myself as a ponyperson. Its a very fun exercise! I think every artist should give it a try at least once

[citrus-c0la]

They've been hit with the yuri beam

[flying-cat]

people who undermine the importance of izuku and katsuki's relationship throughout bnha because of "annoying shippers" or because they just don't like katsuki are insane because their relationship is literally so? important??? to the entire story???? katsuki is the deuteragonist of bnha. he was one of the first characters to show up. he was the first other person to know about OFA. so much of the manga is spent showing his development. if you deny his character development and relationship development ("relationship" does not always mean romantic relationship) with izuku, you are quite literally denying a massive part of the series. the manga starts with them and ends with them. you're allowed to dislike him but if you dislike him so much that you, in turn, start hating how izuku is a "punching bag" or a "doormat" for the entire series because he doesn't stay angry and vengeful at people even though a massive part of his character is that he's compassionate and kind even to people who aren't to him or used to not be, and you seriously think that that makes him weak, and you just start to dislike the main two characters of the series, i think you should. idk. stop reading, probably. read the revenge fantasy shit that you obviously want to read. there are like seven million manhwa available to you where the character gets the revenge you so desperately want to see.

[sugaryoats]

IT'S PINK AND YELLOW

[candyheartedchy]

I think I just discovered a repressed fictional crush and I’m not sure how I should feel about it.

[sovlstr]

Dixie boy♥️

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Mafia!Horror created by @aka-indulgence and @llamagoddessofficial, specific design by @soul-shenanigans .

[starlos-soulmate]

Starry-Cake Stimboard

Felt like making a stimboard with the blue-gold star aesthetic. Alien x Star. We love to see it

⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ | 🔷️ 🔷️ 🔷️ | ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️

[bizarrescribblez]

I’M YOUR MAN 2 IS SO GOATED I LOVED WHEN TOM FOUND A REAL LOVING RELATIONSHIP W/ SOMEONE WHO LOVES HIM NO MATTER IF HES A ROBOT OR NOT 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩 BEST MOVIE EVER!!!!!!

[kr0t1]

hi tumblr good morning