#rm self insert

[lovelettersfromkiki]

now's probably a good time to show off my Rick and Morty sona/insert

meet Zeffie!!

she's an alien clown who actually visited earth in the 80s (both to learn more about the home-world of the infamous Rick Sanchez as well as just have some FUN) and ended up meeting Stephen King and being the inspiration for Pennywise LMAO she has a lot of similarities to him tbh -- they both are alien clowns who feed on flesh and have some rather unconventional shapeshifting abilities (as seen above in her human disguise)

back in the day, in Rick's Flesh Curtains era, she was a stuntwoman/space racer for the thrill and the funds. however she grew bored of the repetitive nature of "perform, pay, leave" so when she met this eccentric human constantly looking for trouble, she was smitten since landing on earth she decided she would just wait for the man to eventually return. he had to SOMETIME...right?

also like Pennywise, she needs to hibernate every now and then, but the length is totally dependent on how much she had been feeding in her recent bout of activity. so she decided she'd nap underground (finding a cozy abandoned subway to nest in) hopefully he'd be back by the time she woke.

unfortunately, she ended up hibernating a LONG time. so long, in fact, Rick DID return to Earth. only now he was....OLD and GROSS. her heart was practically ripped from her chest-- even going so far as to yell at him for having the NERVE to age

even so she sticks around, gets to know the Smith family and is eventually pseudo-adopted by them PSA: I DONT SHIP ZEFFIE WITH PRESENT RICK. HE'S A SENIOR CITIZEN WITH ERECTILE DYSFUNCTION LIKELY. the only Rick i ship Zeffie with is Flesh Curtains era.

[mblue-art]

I want to see more your selfship arts 🥹

🥺 hey, u, anon. thank u, i appreciate u and this ask lots very much <3

here's crumbs of me and red ft. that ok-lala meme/trend 🥺

extra under the cut <3

"It is so silly, I can't believe- hey, are you still listening?" "yeah,"

[hellish-sunsets]

Curses and Blessings - Chapter 1

Chapter 2 ~ Chapter 3 ~ Chapter 4 ~ Chapter 5 ~ Chapter 6 ~ Chapter 7 ~ Chapter 8 ~ Chapter 9

Summary:

When they found two souls who worked the best together, who would uplift each other to good, they would grasp those two souls at the moment of their birth. This touch would leave behind a mark, each mark varied and unique.

Was this supposed to be a blessing or a curse?

Word Count: 1420

Warning: self harm, self hate, depression

Read on AO3

(set up, baby!)

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When she was little, Charlie went to her father whenever she got the chance to hear him tell a story. Her mother would often tell her no, that he was too busy with important work, but if she managed to sneak away, sometimes she could get him to tell her stories. 

Her favorite was about the marks. 

He would say that once, a very very long time ago, the angels looked down upon humanity and saw their struggles. Sin had taken hold of them leading them astray and causing them to get lost. They worried and they fussed and they discussed, until finally they reached a decision. They could not interfere themselves. Now that humanity had the choice, they had to choose to be good themselves. But perhaps, if they had someone else who could help make them better, happier people, that would help.

So, they made a creature, not an angel and not a demon, with no wings for them to fly away and no eyes to see what was happening around them in the present. They took their creation to a room made just for them on top of the tallest tower in heaven, far away from anything and everything, away from the most holy of places and the most evil. They sealed the creature in, and left them for eternity.

So, they started their work. 

With the powers granted to them, they outstretched their hands, and in an instant they saw all the minds of all humanity. In a moment, they knew everyone’s thoughts and hearts. When they found two souls who worked the best together, who would uplift each other to good, they would grasp those two souls at the moment of their birth. This touch would leave behind a mark, each mark varied and unique. Some resembled pictures, others were just a swirl of color and lines, and only those two souls would match each other. 

At first, only humans received these soul marks. It made sense, they were the ones the angels deemed in need of this gift. But isolation leads one to thinking. They wondered why humanity were the only ones to receive such a gift. They knew that, locked away in their empty room in this tower so far away from existence, they knew no one could stop them. So, with a slight twist of their lips, if they did have any, they looked further. 

It wasn’t known who had the first soul mark outside of humanity, whether angel or demon, but it was made clear rather quickly that those naturally born in those realms would also be allowed this gift, though not quite as common. 

“And that is how we all got our marks.” Lucifer told Charlie with a loving smile, cradling the girl in his protective embrace. And every time, she would look up at him with those beautiful, big eyes of hers, full of so much wonder and innocence. He hoped it would never fade. She would giggle with excitement and look at her own mark, a swirl of color on her inner arm. She swore since she was young that it looked like two birds flying together, but he couldn’t see it. Not that it mattered much as long as she was happy. 

“I bet they’re the best person ever! I can’t wait to meet them!” She happily babbled on, and he hummed in agreement, resting his chin on top of her soft hair and returning to the scattered papers on his desk, the sound of the pen scratching against the paper mixing with the sound of his daughters happy chatter. His chest swelled with a never ending fountain of love. 

It was a memory he went back to often as the years turned harsh and empty. In the moments when he felt just as isolated as that poor creature he told Charlie stories about so long ago. In the deadest moments of the night, when it was just him curled up in his far-too-large bed, he sank into those warm memories like a comforting embrace. But it hurt just as much as helped, a reminder of what he had lost and, he believed in his darkest moments, what he would never have again. 

Some nights he would glare at his own mark with red, tear filled eyes. Other nights, it was with a deep longing, the faintest of hopes he knew was pointless and painful. 

When the marks had started appearing so long ago, they appeared only on humans who were just born. Even when the shift happened, it still only appeared with the birth of the demon or angel. Those few who existed before the marks first appeared simply did not get one. For whatever reason, you had to be born with it. 

But Lucifer was not born with his. The only one to just have it appear, as far as he knew. He remembered little about when it happened, but he could vividly recall the sight of when it formed. It was a burst of color, like golden ink sliding up his arm from his wrist and dancing across the pale skin of his arm. He remembered the awe, the confusion, the anxiety, as those golden lines sank into his skin and settled into an array of gold, orange, and pink, like a sunset. It was beautiful, and terrifying. That was when he started wearing the gloves. It was several days before they got the news from heaven about the marks appearing on non-humans.

Of course, he couldn’t hide it from Lillith forever. At the time he thought they had worked through it. He was adamant they could still love eachother deeply despite this mark. The likelihood of him even ever meating whoever this person was was next to impossible. She had his whole heart, his everything. And she seemed to accept it. 

But when she left so many, many years later, that mark, that damned mark, was at the top of her list of reasons. She could only spit out that she was clearly not meant for him as stormed out with Charlie in her arms, his little girl, his world, staring back at him with wide, fear filled eyes. 

And then they were just,,, gone.

He never thought much of the mark until then, his claws digging into the tainted skin as he sobbed and wailed through the night, begging to that being in that damned tower to take it away, to bring back his family. What was the point of it, of any of this?

Was this supposed to be a blessing or a curse? Everyone else considered it a blessing, a promise that someone was out there for them, a hope that they could one day find their better half. 

But there was no such thing for him. He had love, he had a wife, he had his daughter, everything he could ever want. All this damned mark did was take that from him, ruin his life. He was sure it was punishment for his disobedience. He deserved it after he cursed humanity to sin and evil. He didn’t deserve happiness, didn’t deserve love

Still, he couldn’t stop the anger that bubbled up as he sat alone in bed, glaring at the sunset of colors. The finger that was absentmindedly tracing the lines of color flexed, claw digging into his skin, a line of blood falling from the puncture and dripping onto the white sheets. His face twisted, a mix of fury and pain as he sank all five claws into his arms, tearing, Tears streamed down his face as a sob tore through his lungs. The sheets were stained in gold once more, and he almost felt sorry for the cleaning staff. Why was he like this? Why couldn’t he keep himself together for fucking once in his life? 

He knew he was spiraling, but he couldn’t stop. It was only what he deserved, the pain, the injury. Eventually he collapsed onto the mattress, sobbing and gasping, staring at the mess that once was his arm. At least the mark was gone. And yet, he knew it would be back by morning. The damage would heal over and the mark would remain, the reminder of all his failings and downfalls, a reminder of just how worthless and undeserving he was of anything but pain and loneliness and disappointment. 

The bloodloss forced a heaviness on his body and his eyes slid closed, sleep finally taking him into a realm of emptiness.

[v1x3n]

tw- talk of sh scars :))

genuine question fir people w sh scars. mainly on the thighs, on holiday and bikinis are sexy so i wanna be sexy but stupid me 2 years ago decided to be a lil silly almost all the way up my thighs!!! so my question is how do yous hide / cover them 😭

[quirkquill]

"Remember, you're never alone when you're with yourself!"

[belushiii]

I don't post much here cause I'm not used to the "Tumblr audience", but anyway. Here's some designs I made for a fanfiction of Robbie and my self insert (oc). Her name is Bel Johnson but goes by "Rojas", and basically she's an inhuman, her power consist in blood manipulation, she can manipulate any type of blood wether hers or others, but for doing that she has to deep wound her target, so it's maybe a little goreish...

Edit: the fic is only in Spanish ;p

[deathlydeathovo]

Can someone give me head cannons for Baizhu so I'm actually motivated to write the fic y'all want

Pretty pls with a cherry on top 🙃

[psychicvoidtale]

[egyptian-m]

[samyour-goodboy0]

Hello pOOKiE neither way I was so bored and so overthink again and I was like “Your such and annoying person that why your single” know I am insecure xd So I will post a story about that theme |INSECURITIES|

[coffeaddicto]

TW!!!!! This is just the character that's supposed to represent me, eat up cause I might get art block soon 😓😵‍💫

[mblue-art]

i missed red :(

[waywardhumanoidpersondiplom-blog]

How many times did you die trying to beat hatred before winning?

[alwaysadri1]

tea at 2?

I can say I did it. I survived what I thought I wouldn’t. my birthday wish came true. I will be on my own and I did it, mostly on my own. This time last year I was at rock bottom. I didn’t deserve my life, and I didn’t think I was going to make it. I drank too much and kissed a few. Grey smoke clouded my whole life. Grief and loneliness. Nothing but despair. Deeper and deeper I fell. Lost and alone, on my ass. Picked myself up and kept going. Learnt some lessons almost all the hard way. On my own I survived. When I want something, I get it. Give me grace and time I got it. Stubborn and a go getter. I will succeed with or without you. Someone would be so proud. A little self-love takes a lot of work. Let go to make room for the good. It takes time. patience is key, she’s got this. Built from the ground up she came back better. She’s strong. You would love to meet her. 

[deathlydeathovo]

OHHHHH MY GOSH

I JUST SAW THE MOVIE OHHH

SHOULD I MAKE A FIC ABOUT VENEER WITH A SH S/O TOO?? LIKE ALONG WITH THE CHARACTER THAT WINS THE POLL?

Hell yeah

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