#reader selfinsert?

[favouritefi]

proof that sometimes my fever dreams are not fanfictions

[lynaferns]

Do Not Ship My Character

Concept of a escene that I'm writing and an artstyle test(?) for future comic. The ACTUAL first encounter :) (kindda).

I wanted to see if I could do backgrounds + fully paint it without dying in the process, though this is a static background...

(pls tell me if this is a good enough background, I don't want it to feel off with the characters on it but I want the characters to stand out more)

(EDIT: added a few tags to imply this is a platonic fic)

Images without blurry effect and text under cut.

[r0ttingj3lly]

Miguel is so damn hot. AND THE MOVIE HOLY SHIT!

anyways I’m his wife it’s canon

[chimkin-samich]

And here's part 2 to this post

Again, it's separated from clouds. It's wild west au lol

[desktopdinosaur]

Funny joke man gives you a date

[chillyneon]

Making porn of your self insert is so fucking great. Like you can draw or write whatever smut you want that is curated to your specific tastes. Because it's YOU, and you know what makes your loins burn.

And with that power you can absolutely go feral having your F/O rail you so hard the fucking tectonic plates will shift when y'all cum.

Every character is in love with you specifically because you're the main character. Have a fuckin orgy if you want, be the horny magnet and get aaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAALL THAT DELICIOUS CUM CONTACT

YOU CAN MAKE IT REAL, GET NASTY MY FELLOW HOES

[mineralboa]

i wanna (play) fight w/ jeff so bad,, have some very quick doodles i did in an attempt to get it out of my system lol

[vileflesh]

Random Headcanons For Havik.

• If you get seriously injured, Havik will start to behave quite obsessively. He knows it will hurt you, but he can't help it. He needs to look at your injuries and touch them. For the same reason, Havik may help you treat your wounds, just so he can see and feel your injuries up close.

• One of those things that he really likes. Are you hungry and there is nothing edible around? Havik can rip his arm off for you. You can cook its flesh or eat it raw (the second option is preferable). For him, it’s like some kind of ritual that shows how close you are. You tasted his blood and now some part of Havik is inside you. It also makes him feel a little nervous.

• Havik has no interest in hurting his partner. He will be happy if you like pain, but for him it is not necessary. He does not care.

• Havik really likes it when you protect him. He will look on smugly as you hit the man who tried to attack Havik. However, don't overdo it because Havik also likes to hit people. You can't take all the fun for yourself, it's not fair!

• Havik is truly a freedom-loving person and this applies to his personal life too. Although he is not very interested in intimacy, he will clearly not be happy if you demand fidelity from him. He will also not demand loyalty from you. If you say that you are uncomfortable with him sleeping with someone else, Havik will understand this and listen to your request.

• Havik does not need to be pitied or sympathized with. He doesn't need support and recognition because he doesn't care about it. He feels great! The past does not cause him mental pain, but only anger and bloodlust. Madness literally became his shield against anything that might upset him. Havik is broken to such an extent that he perceives the world inadequately, looking at it through the prism of his cruelty.

[inyourgravehcs]

♡ Listen to me ♡

❥ TAGS: hurt/comfort, descriptions of symptoms of mental illnesses (hallucinations, paranoia, painful psychosomatic sensations such as suffocation).

Where in this world can two broken souls find their place if not in each other's arms?

Broken heart and shattered mind. The bloody splinters of the fragments of the past are digging deeper into the wounded consciousness with each step, slowly and painfully bringing the already exhausted mind to it's limit. This is probably how others envisioned Blade; but what about you?

Not everyone is lucky enough to be blessed with a clear, sane mind. Mental torment is not exclusive, but it would be foolish to deny that some are less fortunate in that regard than others. Perhaps that's how you and Blade came together - it's not every day you meet someone who can understand and share that pain even the slightest bit. Your road to trust was thorny and difficult: what's it like, trying to connect when both parties are in constant survival mode and won't just open up to anyone? To meet Blade under the influence of mara was to be chased away and away for longer; to meet you while your mental health is acting up was to hear you mumble unintelligibly that he shouldn't see you in such a state.

But even from such a vicious circle, there's always a way out. In the most vulnerable moments, it becomes impossible to cling to pride: with each bandaged wound on the exhausted body, with each hour spent in shared silence, the relationship between you two became more and more trusting. Here it is - a small island of comfort just for the two of you, found in the most unexpected place. Or is it the most expected?

Slowly, by trial and error, an unusual relationship was formed. Without fancy confessions, without loud words - two soulless shells with empty hearts nestled into each other, sharing the last particles of warmth. You and Blade don't even have to reveal your relationship: to anyone who knows anything about you two, the inference will be obvious. It's hard to see Y/N in a sane state of mind, and it's hard to see Blade in a tolerant mood... But somehow it's this tandem that makes it possible and not such a rare occurrence.

However, peaceful days can't last forever.

No matter how hard you try, frustration won't stop accumulating, even if you apply balm to the inflamed soul. Just one drop - the very last one - and the mind slips into all-consuming despair. The heaviness narrows in a tight ring around your thin neck, digging it's barbed wires into the irritated flesh and denying any access to air. As the resinous, viscous panic drips down the parched walls of the throat, mingling with the salty taste of tears, images take over your sight and hearing. Ugly, garish, unrelated to reality - but no less frightening. Fear shackles every of your limb, and all that remains is to be sucked into the dark substance that overflows the skull to the brim. Through such strong pain and illusions, it would seem that nothing can break through until they collapse by themselves - but one voice, so familiar and close, still finds it's way through the dense veil of madness. That voice...

"Listen to me."

It was his voice. Blade was there; he was clutching your curled body in his arms, shielding you like a wall from all inclement weather. Paranoid fear made you want to break free, but knowing what a bone-crushing embrace this man had, you wouldn't have dared such a venture even in your most disturbed state of mind.

"Listen to me."

The soft strokes on your head sent shivers down the length of your spine. Blade wasn't the type to be verbally supportive - he was generally unaware of the impact his words could have. But what he was saying now... He had memorized Kafka's words that would normally free him from the shackles of insanity. He used this memorized words solely for your sake, unaware that they were more effective than any spirit whisper. You knew perfectly well that he was probably saying it more to reassure himself at that moment and not to seem weak in front of you, but the very fact of using them...

"Listen to me."

Your arms hug him back as your nose burrows into the curve between his neck and shoulder. Your eyes bleed tears, falling onto the dark fabric of Blade's coat and leaving wet stains behind, but neither you nor he cares.

"I'm here for you."

Because you have each other. And as long as it stays that way, machinations of two unhealthy minds aren't so terrible.

♡ ── ✦ ──『♡』── ✦ ── ♡

Please note that english isn't my native language and can be awkward at times.

Please don't translate or repost my works without asking for my permission first!

[circleheadd]

oh omg also for the first time in like over a year (after completing a grand total of three pages and then falling off the wagon into the abyss), I’ve picked up doing pages again for my Sunny fic!

They’re just sketches rn but honestly just have the sketch for a few pages is an enormous load of gas in the motivation machine cos it makes it feel a lot less daunting…

Just… One lil page at a time. When I’ve got a few done I’ll start slowly posting them

[blessedjael]

Leon Kennedy: Barbie Movie

So believe it or not, I am a ginormous Barbie fan so I absolutely had to draw my self insert and Leon in the Barbie movie fits. Like look at them, they’re so slay. I’m VIOLENTLY aware how late in the trend this is but who cares. I hope yall like it!

✨Blessed People✨

@citrusdoll @macabrecakes @thatgoblin @r0ttingj3lly @cilantro422

[lynaferns]

Do Not Ship My Character

This is not how they met, I just thought it was funny enough to draw.

Oh yeah and here is a more detailed drawing of my selfinsert that I don't know how it's going to come out. This is the first time I make a fanfic AND selfinsert so I'm kinda nervous about it.

(EDIT: added a few tags to imply this is a platonic fic)

[r0ttingj3lly]

What’s this?

I’m posting Leon again?

Yes.

Vendetta Leon can get it.

[chimkin-samich]

Part 1/2 of a stupid little comic I did for the Wild West AU

[keiaoi811]

The peace we share

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fluff with some suggestions ( i think?)

Just sharing a bath with Jouno who calls your precious flower soap a 'weed' soap- (i mean the things you want to get rid from garden, not drugs- ಥ_ಥ)

I hope you guys gonna like it, sorry for any mistakes (english that is supported by google translator and my small knowledge)

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A faint smell of flowers was filling your nose, bringing a picture of plains full in bloom at sunny, april day to your mind. Pleasant warmth of water embracing your body like a cozy blanket and bubbles tickles your soft skin.

A gentle smile was plastered to your face and relaxed sigh left your lips, while leaning your back further...

"You are crushing me."

Slightly annoyed voice, coming from behind to your ears, slowly brings you to return to reality, after wandering around the flower patches in your mind.

"I thought, you were enjoying our bath together, Saigiku."

You said, tilting your head slightly to look at the face of white haired man behind you. Even if his voice was stern, trying his best to show 'dissatisfaction', Jouno face was telling a different story. Eyebrows raised up a little, a soft look remains on his features while his hand slowly and gently caressing your bare shoulder in lazy manner.

"Oh, of course i am enjoying, if only my nostrils wasn't be, now terrorised by the 'weeds' soap you poured into water, Dear~"

A small chuckle followed his words, while your elbow nudged into his chest at his remark.

"I would like to remind you, that you were present while buying this soap"

"I was? I don't remember such an event."

His voice was clearly teasing, trying to get under your skin just by a little, enjoying how your heartbeat sounds a little troubled now. Jouno leans his head back, over the bathtub wall, a grin rising on his lips while listening to your sounds.

"Also i didn't poured too much..."

You mumbled quietly, resting your head on his shoulder.

Small drops of water slowly flowing on the skin of his neck. Your eyes was glued at this sight, as the wet trails made by water go through all the curves of Jouno neck to his chest and disappears under the layer of soft foam with bubbles.

This cloudly looking form is blocking you from seeing any more of his light skin and subtle muscles....maybe you really poured too much?

"Did someone getting here some inappropriate thoughts? Hmm?~"

You can feel a gentle pinch on your cheek and a another cocky chuckle, making you jolt your head straight. A rosie colour appears on your, now slightly flustered, face.

"I don't-"

As you wanted to deny, Jouno placed his finger on your lips to stopped your words and he continue. He brings his face closer to yours, having a sly smile attached.

"I told you....many times...that your heartbeat is your biggest traitor~ Revealing all your secrets, without words leaving your lips."

Jouno whispered close to your ear, his voice was leaking with teasing and a tint of flirt. He begins to brushing your bottom lip with his thumb while, the rest of his hand holding you under chin, making sure to have you in place.

Like for his delight, your heart was fluttering faster and louder as the words filled your mind. To put you even more on edge, his other hand moves from your arm, slipping down, under the bubble layer, finding his way to your waist. Jouno fingertips, smoothly caresses the skin, giving you a tingling sensation through your body.

"Something wrong? Did water is too warm and makes your naughty head dizzy? Or the flowery scent is to blame for that?"

He snicker, feeling your lips pressing together under his thumb.

"Can you at least once, don't tease me?"

You mumbled, as your words only shows more signs of embarrassment.

*Splash*

For the revenge, you moves your hand to splash some water to his direction. Enjoying, Jouno's surprised expression when water in flash, hits his face. This was one of the rare moments, very short, but so adorable. Peak up eyebrows, small gap created by his mouth, from usually composed and proud Jouno to 'dumbfounded kitten' who discoveres the world for first time.

A soft hum leaves his lips, after recovering of your 'attack' and mocking grin returns to the proper place. Jouno takes his hand away from your chin and place it on other side of your waist, to accompany the another.

"I just showing my care for you and what i receives in return? A soapy water to my mouth." He said with a little amused tone, holding you tighter to his chest. Jouno lips hovering over yours, a slight brush of his nose makes you giggle as it tickles.

A warm feeling embrace your heart at this intimate moment lingering for few moments longer. Like time just stopped in place and there's nothing beside the two of you, his relaxed breath caressing your face like a morning breeze.

Gently tucking, some stray strands of hair, behind his ear, you gives him a small peck on lips.

A sweet smile appears on Jouno face as he returns the act of affection. There no rush, a slow but tender movements of his lips over yours, bringing butterflies to your stomach. His hands caressing your delicate skin on waist, a content sighs goes between the kisses as the moment getting more passionate.

Your fingertips finds their way to his cheek, slowly wandering to his neck. Every fleetering touch brings a slight shiver through Jouno.

Jouno squeezed your sides, making you gasp at the sudden action. Using the gap, Jouno slide his tongue through your lips and 'dare' yours for a small dance. Hard to resist this sly fox of yours, who always finding a way to melt you in his arms.

Feeling your cheeks rising to more reddish color as the tongues tangled together.

There were one desire - to stay like this, close, sharing the same space, air. A feeling of being safe - beloved one who showers you and only you with a special affection. Jouno softness that only is reserved for you.

After this heated moment, Jouno breaks the kiss, sending to your direction a gentle smile, before nuzzling his face to crook of your neck. Taking a deep inhale of the scent, like a try to engrave it, this fragrance and moment in his mind.

"I taking this overly affection, as you being in total relaxation at this moment.~"

You tried to tease him, just a little bit and Jouno lifted his head to whisper into your ear.

"Maybe i am, but this doesn't changing a fact that the 'weeds' still bothers me."

Jouno chuckles when he hears an irritated sigh coming from you.

"This is not a 'weeds' smell but a flower and herb scent soap. I prefer when your mouth is busy with something, so you wouldn't complain too much."

As you says this words, a small light bulb brighten in Jouno mind.

"Oh?~ You prefer, my mouth being busy? If that so...What about, my dear flower, to made me busy in more dry place?~

His voice was low and suggestive, a smile tainted with mischiev. Your heart skip a beat, taking a note of all his words. Jouno nodded at the reaction before adding.

"So let's leave this water pool, before we both gonna complain about wrinkles fingertips."

A flower scent still lingers, as the memory of colorful plains in april day....sharing a warm smiles with the dearest of your heart...a very peaceful day~

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Hope not too messy and Jouno not too much ooc (＃°Д°)

[chillyneon]

Allow yourself to make any story you want for your Self Insert. If you want to stay yourself that's fine! If you want to grow into a different person due to story experiences, do it! There's so much fun and catharsis to be had whether it's SFW or NSFW, there's no rules of what you're allowed to do with YOUR Self Insert. Good, Evil, Neutral, Toxic, EVERYTHING IS ON THE TABLE FOR YOUR PERSONAL FANTASY. You can write yourself reacting to different situations any way you want. Just because you wouldn't "realistically" handle things a certain way, who the fuck cares ITS YOUR SELF INSERT YOU MAKE THE RULES.

Experience horrific atrocities that change you into a completely different person from the trauma that only your F/O can heal? Or only you can help their own traumas? DO IT.

Save the day even when canon heroes failed and be the only one who can get it done, everyone loving you for it? DO IT.

Be trained by F/Os and become an amazing fighter that can hold your own in a brawl? DO IT.

Help the villain, or hell BE the villain, who wreaks havoc while reveling in the evil and carnage of it all to a concerning degree? DO IT.

Become a secret assassin who has to go through special training and actually kill people and infiltrate spaces in order to complete the missions you were trained to do, and fucking loves it all? DO IT.

Take part in a gigantic intergalactic revolution that could tear the structure of leadership apart down to its very knees, fighting alongside your F/O? Or even tragically, fighting against your F/O? DO IT.

Having the ability to fight the enemy whether you're a Villain or a Hero, achieving abilities that make you a force to be reckoned with to the point where even canon characters know your name without having ever met? DO IT.

Actually fucking DIE and have an angst filled pain train from all the heartbreak your F/O experiences due to your death? DO IT.

Have an evil F/O that inflicts dark emotional and/or physical torture that breaks you past the point of no return? DO IT.

Fuck everyone and everything because you're just that attractive and amazing? DO IT.

Hang out with everyone and everything because you're so damn cool and engaging? DO IT.

You're so fantastic and will have awesome experiences, or you know, delicious painful experiences. You're also gonna get AAAAAAAALLLL the F/Os, they love you so much because it's YOU no matter what form your Self Insert takes!!!!

Anyone who says otherwise is pure dookie.