#self-inserts

[prokopetz]

You say “self-insert OCs”, I say “control group”.

[brettdoesdiscourse]

People who hate on self-inserts are so weird to me. Like, um. Maybe if YOU wrote about all your faves falling in love with you, you'd feel better.

[fansplaining]

Episode 221: Self-Inserts

On Episode 221, “Self-Inserts,” Elizabeth and Flourish welcome fan studies scholar Effie Sapuridis to talk about the wide world of self-inserts, including Y/N and x reader fic, imagines, shifting, and classic Mary Sues. Topics discussed include differences between platforms, including AO3, Wattpad, Tumblr, and especially TikTok; ties to things like roleplaying, LARPing, and theme parks; and whether self-insert forms are leading us towards a future of ~personalized AI storytelling~. Plus: they talk about why there’s so little academic work on self-inserts, and the ethical issues around continuing to study the Harry Potter fandom.

Click through to our site to listen or read a full transcript!

[tiny-cloud-of-flowers]

"Oh, wow! So you're the one who has helped turn the tides of the town.. and you aren't even a monster! How fascinating!"

I made a render of the new self-insert I mentioned a couple of days ago, now that I've finally designed and constructed a reference model for her! This is Fioritura, or just Fiori for short - she's a siren inhabiting the waters around the town of Crop Haven, specifically being sighted near to the castle, for some reason. That "some reason" may or may not be a certain human servant who arrives there in the second year.. who knows?~

This render was quite tricky to get right, to the point that I actually had to try it twice with a different set of effects - but I was quite happy with how it turned out in the end. I hope it's therefore alright to use my tag list for this, even though it isn't explicitly a selfship render!

Tag list: @edencantstopfallininlove | @yoomtahsgf | @sunlight-ships | @dragonsmooch | @thatslikesometaldude | @kuroiikamen | @artificervaldi | @keyblade-ships | @seahydra | @dmclr | @neuvilline (To be tagged in things I create in the future, please see this form!)

(Anyone is welcome to comment on and/or reblog my work if they want to, as long as my DNI is respected!)

I also made a little mockup character reference for Fiori in the style of the ones on the wiki for the actual in-game characters, which is here under the readmore:

Tadaaa! Thank you to Chris (@sosawl, the creator of Crop Haven) for providing the information needed to assemble this~

(Fiori doesn't like being gifted fish because.. she lives underwater. She can already get fish by herself. Conversely, things she can't get by herself that are from above the water are things that she finds much more interesting!)

[elizabethminkel]

My latest for WIRED is a deep dive into the user-generated chatbot hub Character.AI, which I looked at from a fannish lens. TL;DR this space is complicated—and it feels like we're only at the beginning. Featuring the copyright expertise of Meredith Rose and insights from fan studies scholars Nicolle Lamerichs and Effie Sapuridis.

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

when you make an oc that's literally a self-insert that's cooler than you and someone tells you the character is problematic on principle alone even though it's literally Just You But More

[furashuban]

Nocturnal

Something a little different this time :>

Words: 2.3k

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53384422/chapters/135113332

Summary: In the middle of the night, a little girl runs up to an old woman wide awake in her bedroom to tell her why she can't go to school.

Carole would always find herself awake in the dead of night whilst everyone else throughout the county had fallen fast asleep. She had no purpose being up so late; she would do nothing but lay upright in bed reading a storybook she had checked out from the Reading Center she managed before clocking out. Sometimes she would change her routine slightly, choosing to be in the living room instead and pace around on the carpet with said book in her hands. If Ryanne were here, she would deplore Carole for not only developing such an unhealthy routine for a woman her age, but failing to desire a solution to fix it while she still could.

The door to her room was wide open; all the lights in the hallway were still turned on and gave a white-range hue to the bedroom. Carole could sense a shadow, and she looked up to see a little girl in baby blue pajamas inching towards her doorway; her long and wavy brown hair in disarray and her head hung slightly low as she stared back at the woman in bed.

“Frankie,” she called the girl’s name gently and soft with affection. “Can’t sleep?”

The 10-year-old nodded shyly, to which Carole then put aside her book and opened her arms to show her she was invited in. Frankie rushed to climb in bed and quickly cozied up beside the woman before being wrapped around her arm. “What time is it now, Carole?”

“Ah, don’t worry about that,” Carole consoled, combing her fingers through the young girl’s unkempt hair, “you’ll still have plenty of time to catch some rest before school tomorrow.”

Hearing the words school and tomorrow next to each other gave Frankie a sinking feeling in her chest. “Carole…?” she raised her head up, her tone solemn.

“Yes?”

The girl took a second before saying anything, hesitant about what words to use and if it was either a good time to say them or even a good idea at all. But Carole had always taught her to be unafraid of pouring her heart out to her, or to anyone for that matter, even if they were strange for others to hear—she had a right to be heard anyway, to figure everything out with the help of others in the county along the way with gentleness and understanding.

“I can’t go to school tomorrow,” confessed Frankie, “I don’t feel very good, so I don’t think I can go to any of my classes because of it.”

Carole placed her palm on Frankie’s forehead, then on the side of her neck. “Hm, but you seem to be pretty healthy,” she gave the girl a curious look.

“It’s not that,” Frankie sighed. “There’s a quiz tomorrow that I’m not ready for, then a project that I’m having trouble finishing but it’s due the day AFTER the quiz, then another quiz after that, and I keep reading books I don’t actually want to read and I just don’t want to be in school at all ‘cause I get so jumpy the longer I stay there! I’m trying really hard, I really am, Carole, but…but…”

When Frankie struggled to say another word, remembering all the other arduous schoolwork in store for her this week, Carole leaned a little closer to tuck a section of her hair behind her ear so that her face was a little less cloaked. “It’s just unfair how they’re giving too many things without time to rest, isn’t it.”

“Yeah…” all the weight in Frankie’s heart seemed to have left in an instant, to have someone older than her understand her so well that they could put her difficult feelings into proper words meant the whole world to her.

“Poor ol’ Frances Schwinn,” Carole said sweetly. “I guess it doesn’t hurt to skip one day of school if you really can’t go.”

“You really mean it?” and for the first time tonight, if not in a long time, Frankie’s eyes lit up with hope, though an air of cautiousness lingered in the back of her mind. There was no way Carole could reasonably allow her to skip classes when she had so much to do.

“Don’t worry, the people that run the school and I know each other, I can convince them to let you find other days to do your schoolwork…Well, more like I can get Ryanne to do it with me first,” Carole snickered; Ryanne had the upper hand when it came to being confrontational, given her position as a council member, and never once did this enigmatic woman say no to doing a favor for Carole, much to her reluctance until she knew it was for Frankie’s sake. “But I promise, sunbeam, nothing more needs to be said. Girls like you need some time to let loose, especially when you’ve been giving it your best for who knows how long. The only thing missing, of course, is someone who recognizes that.”

Frankie threw her arms around Carole immediately. “Thanks so much, Carole,” she rejoiced, trying not to sound too exultant against her ear, but Carole could tell she was the happiest girl in the world because Frankie’s joy was her joy, too, and she wrapped her arms back around the girl.

“It’s no trouble, dearie.”

As soon as the Frankie withdrew from her embrace, she could have sworn the air around the room was suddenly frostier than before, like she was atop Mount Everest—not that she had ever been before. “Your room is really cold,” Frankie quivered, wrapping her arms around herself.

“That’s because my house is right by the sea,” Carole also couldn’t help but pull the blanket closer, “I could go for a cup of cocoa in times like this.”

At that, Carole could feel an imaginary lightbulb spark atop her head. “Hm, what do you say to that? I can whip us both a cup or two in the kitchen really quick.” Frankie pursed her lips before simply nodding in agreement. “That’s the spirit.”

Before long, the gray-haired woman and the little girl practically leapt out of bed and ambled onto the small hallway yonder. “Can I turn on your record player while you’re making the cocoa?” Frankie requested, knowing the two of them were going to be up a lot longer than she had expected.

The record player in the living room was Frankie’s favorite thing in Carole’s house. It was fairly modern than most other phonographs, simply a wooden box resting atop a pedestal as tall as the girl herself, but thankfully it was close enough to the sofa where she could mount herself by the armrest and gently place a down record without any trouble nor help from Carole. Frankie liked being able to switch it on herself once the older woman had taught her how to use it. But first, she browsed through the crammed shelves that took up a whole corner of Carole’s living room, which were towering so close to the ceiling that Frankie needed a stool to stand on as she flipped through the dedicated cubicle for vinyl covers which was still so high above.

In the kitchen, Carole had her and Frankie’s mugs settled on the countertop right after she stopped the kettle on the stovetop from shrieking and puffing. She could hear Frankie humming a tune around the corner; a tune, the older woman recognized, as being from the record the little girl had picked out and was setting atop the record player. With the flick of switch and the touch of a needle on a rotating record (in that order), the house became filled with the fuzzy, homely melody of a piano and a man’s high-note singing that mimicked the tune Frankie was humming.

“If I knew that someone cared for me, I'd let the world go by.”

“Someone who was truer as true could be, I’d never want to sigh.”

The cocoa mix and hot milk were stirred well in each mug, and Carole carried them over to the living room where she found Frankie cuddled up on the sofa with a Raggedy Ann doll she had left there this morning—which she named “Rosie”. The 10-year-old awaited her hot cocoa whilst trying not to look too eager as she was being offered her mug, appearing stiff in the way she sat up and especially in her expression, which made Carole giggle.

“Thanks for this, Carole,” the girl then took a slight sip of cocoa, still too steamy and scorching for her to handle.

The gray-haired woman took a seat on her rocking chair across the room. “It’s hasn’t been an hour, but I hope you’re feeling a little better now than before, sunbeam.”

Frankie took a moment to concentrate on the gentle music in the room, the velvety taste of her cocoa along with its heat to bear the cold sea-air breaching into the house, Rosie limp on her lap and all the quaint decorations she could eye on around the house such as a mandolin hung on one wall and pots of ivy hung on another—and lastly, Carole Paxson giving her undivided attention to her long unheeded well-being. Nothing here could remotely remind her of quizzes and projects. She grinned softly, let out a small breath, and murmured to Carole, “Yeah, so much better.”

There was a large chest in the center of the living room which was used as the coffee table, draped with a dark red cloth and ornamented with a completed jigsaw puzzle of a Monet painting, a trio of candle stands and a little Bonsai tree on top of it. Carole squinted as she noticed among the decorations a lone book with a sky-blue cover; a copy of The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis.

“I don’t remember leaving this here.” Carole remarked as she reached for the book.

“That’s mine,” Frankie pointed out. “Well, it’s Maddie’s, but she said I could borrow it. I haven’t been able to continue reading because of school, though.”

Carole opened the book to its first page. Sure enough, on the upper right of the foreword read “MJH’s book” written tinnily in pencil along with a neatly drawn star next to it. Maddeline Jean Hewitt, Carole instantly recognized what the initials stood for, sparking a new how-to-make-Frankie-feel-better plan upon seeing.

“You know, you can spend the rest of the day tomorrow at the Hewitts’ if you’d like that, sunbeam,” the older woman spoke in an uplifting tone. “I’m sure Maddie would be just as happy knowing you now have time to play together.” Maddie was a homeschooled girl, and coming to see her meant Frankie did not have to feel alone and awkward about not being in school while every other child was.

“Is…that a good idea?” Frankie asked. “It kind of feels wrong to skip school just so I could play with my friend.”

“Sure, it’s fine,” Carole insisted. “It’s like I said, you deserve to let loose, dearie, and that means making the most out of time you didn’t have before, not just having plain ol’ rest. Plus, time at the Hewitts sounds much comfier than time at school if you ask me.”

“Yeah, you’re right, I guess maybe I will see Maddie tomorrow,” Frankie shrugged tautly; even when she wasn’t sure about going, she knew seeing Maddie at her family’s big brick house at Sandalwood always lit her up, and it had been so long since both girls saw each other.

When Frankie took another sip of cocoa, she drew her attention to the wall clock just above Carole’s chair, and the young girl gawked in disbelief seeing that the hour hand was at 2. Being up so late, while thrilling, was just unheard of, if not strictly forbidden for children like her. And though Frankie was only partly sleepy in this hour, she realized how Carole never seemed to look tired at all since they first saw each other in the bedroom.

“Carole? What time do you sleep?”

“Hmm…Three …Maybe four o’clock-ish?”

“But why though?”

The old woman also sipped on her cocoa before speaking; the steam fogging up her thin-rimmed glasses. Truthfully, she was not a hundred-percent sure how to answer the curious child across her, only thinking about her usual routine to remotely give any good reason for staying up so late. “If I’m gonna be honest, Frankie,” she smacked her lips, “I think it’s ‘cause I just really like reading books,” and the two girls snickered, it was hard to argue knowing how long a good book can really take to finish.

“In fact, now that you don’t have your quizzes to worry about anymore,” Carole held up the copy of the Narnia book, “how’s about you finally get around to continuing this one, together with me?”

“Hmm…okay!” Frankie’s heart soared; a book she wanted to read at long last. She reached for the record player to lower the volume a tad, that way she could hear the older woman read whilst the music she loved carried on at the same time.

The moment Carole flipped through the page the bookmark reserved, the man’s voice from the record player, while much fainter now, was already singing the final chorus of the song.

“Let the great big world keep turning, never mind if I’ve got you”

“For I only know that I want you so, and there’s no one else will do.”

“You have simply set me yearning, and forever I’ll be true.”

Frankie took a break from drinking her cocoa when she realized it was still too hot, setting it aside on the coffee-table-chest. She hugged onto Rosie and laid herself down comfortably on her side, and she listened to Carole recite the passages of her book with great sincerity and fervor as though she had really gone to Narnia, and the 4 siblings of the book were really in the room.

“Let the great big world keep on turning ‘round, now I’ve found someone like you.”

[hellsingmongrel]

Man, you know what, Trigun-fam?  When I was growing up in the 90′s, I cut my teeth on self-insert fic and art.  I was in everything I wrote, and I remember going through college in the early-aughties, when that sort of thing suddenly started becoming “cringe.”  It made me feel ashamed to write and draw that stuff anymore, and for a long time, I refused to let myself do it because I didn’t want to be one of those fans.

I’ve gotten a bit kinder on myself over the years about it, because the desire to indulge in that stuff still hits me all these years later, but I’ve always been too shy to even pick up a piece of paper and a pencil and try, and I always felt like even if I did, I could never really show it to anyone but myself.

But I’ve been seeing all of you wonderful people make your little Trigun-sonas, and it’s just...the sweetest, most wonderful thing ever!  It just proves that we’ve started moving away from that whole “cringe” culture that made us feel so much shame when we were kids for wanting to play in these worlds, and you guys keep coming up with so much cute stuff!  Every time I see a new Trisona on my tumblr dashboard, it just feels like another little character that’s been added into the world to help fill it out and make it more of a living, breathing place in fiction, and you guys are just precious!  All of your little saloon barkeeps, gunslingers, bounty hunters, Plants and even your Gung-Ho-Guns!  All of it is just so sweet to me!  I don’t know why, but it’s one of the first times I’ve ever seen a fandom coming together to do that as a whole and actually been able to see them in the source material, and I just want to give you and all of your Trisonas hugs!

Maybe I’ll pick up my pencil and my paper again and let myself enjoy the pure joy of getting to “play” in a world I love so much again, I don’t know.  I’ve desperately desperately wanted to over the past few weeks, the same way I’ve wanted to for every fandom I’ve indulged in, throughout my entire life.  Or maybe I won’t, I don’t know.  But I love you guys and how unabashedly you let yourself play.  Don’t ever let people tell you you shouldn’t do it, guys, don’t let them put that toxic little voice in your head that tells you you’re wrong or bad for wanting to play.  There’s no harm in it, it’s something we’ve always done, since we were little kids, and I don’t want any of you guys to lose that spark and joy for doing it, the way we did back then.  ;w;

I don’t know what I’m trying to say other than you guys are great and I love seeing all of it, even if I never engage with it myself.  I’m so proud of you guys!

[poptimus-prime]

[Image ID: A digital drawing of 2 people. The one on the left has short reddish hair, green eyes, and glasses. He is wearing a black spiked choker, a ring on a necklace chain, a pink sweater with Hello Kitty holding a strawberry, dark mauve shorts, ripped-up pink tights, and black boots. He has labels that read "Jasper DPH outreach coordinator", "dumb golden retriever husband", "has every disease", and "has RBF, don't worry." The one on the right has dark brown hair in a ponytail, dark brown eyes, and glasses. She has headphones resting on her neck, a ring on a chain, a green sweater that has a Rowlet holding a knife, blue pants, and cyan and grey sneakers. They have labels that read "Local gaming streamer", "nervous cheetah wife", "'Very kissable forehead' -Daph", and "Loves a good round birb." In the upper right corner, there is text that reads, "Their asses are NOT ready for the *Giant RobotsTM*" End image ID]

So like, a week ago, I wrote this post and finally decided to design and draw @gamemaster26 and I some human tf self-inserts. We would probably not survive living in a Giant Robot World. But fuck it, at least we'd be having fun.

[void-kissed]

Introducing Seralune!

I finally came up with a design for my UTAUloid, Seralune! She is also a self-insert, and with her reference model made, she's the last of the self-inserts whom I use for romantic selfships to get a model (although Emily's is still technically on the wrong base. oops). But now she finally has one, so here it is, both glowing and not glowing!

As a reminder, I use Seralune to selfship with SOLARIA, and a number of aspects of her design were intended to either match or contrast with some of SOLARIA's design because of this! For example, SOLARIA has metal armour on her lower arms, and wears dark leggings and shoes, whereas Seralune has ribbons and chains on her upper arms, and (other than more ribbons) has nothing on her feet. More generally, SOLARIA's design is based on the idea of a sun goddess, whereas Seralune's is based on the concept of a moon goddess (hence her name!). I just thought us having that sun and moon dynamic would be fun, haha ^-^

As this is just me showing off a self-insert rather than any actual selfship-based work, I won't be using my tag list for this. However, anyone's still welcome to comment on or reblog this if they want to, as long as my DNI is respected!

[lyramundana]

WIPS

I mentioned before that I came up with a full story about my ocs with members of Skz years ago, but it’s all in my head and it hasn’t seen the light. Since I’m still polishing it and considering if I should start posting bits about it, I’ll leave the plot here.

The oldest was Olivia and her love interest was Christopher Bang. The story was a childhood pen-pals/friends to co-workers to lovers. She lived in Australia for a while with her family and they befriended the Bang family. She was three years younger than him and had this puppy crush on him, and in return, he was very caring towards her and they often played together, sharing the burden of being both the oldest siblings. When she returned to Spain, her native country, they remained in contact through cute messages. Olivia had relatives in Australia, so they still travelled there from time to time, and each they had to meet up with the Bang family at least twice. She was heartbroken when he left to Seoul to follow his dream, but as time passed by and they lost contact, she moved on and stopped thinking much about him. She took upon herself to treat Hannah and Lucas like her own younger siblings to somehow deal with it. Olivia was gifted with a beautiful voice and had a talent for singing, which pushed her to become interested in songwriting and music producing. I recall she was involved in sports and that was the reason she went to Seoul for a while, but she had trouble adapting and mantenaining herself there, specially since she was keeping the situation hidden from her parents for some reason. She was offered a job in JYP until it was her time to move out and she took it. She knew Christopher became a trainee, but she never got to know which company, and so when they meet again, it was a cute moment. There’s a lot more, but I want to keep it short.

Violeta, or Vivi, was the second sister, two years younger than Olivia,and she was paired with Minho and Han, who were a couple in my work. She was fascinated by dancing as soon as she could walk and so started practising really young. Her dedication and passion moved her to become a professional and achieve a lot at a young age, pretty much like Olivia. I remember she had to use a prosthetic forearm due to a tragic accident in her childhood that was actually one of the major points in her character. She was captain of her own crew, member of a prestigious artistic academy and a “bad girl” type. A chaotic, extroverted troublemaker. She had a hard life and her biggest comfort was her dancing career, in which she excelled at. She travelled overseas in competitions, won, starred some scandals here and there, and gained a certain reputation as a professional who always owned the stage. Her plot started when Olivia and Chris were already a established couple, and her relationship with Minsung is full with ups and downs. I think it’s the most dramatic romance out of all. I know she used Vivi as a nickname for non-hispanic people that had trouble pronouncing her full name.

Then it was Melisa or Mel, Violeta’s twin, and her love interest was Hyunjin. This one I explicitily remember it was a full enemies to lovers one, with the enemies as one-sided because Hyunjin didn’t actually despise her. Aside from not really looking like Vivi, she was shorter than her, which was an important detail connected to their birth. She was the first introvert to appear, since the first two are the opposite. She had a talent for arts, like painting and photography, and she was in the same academy as Vivi as the brain behind the recordings, the edition and etc. She was an audiovisual artist. She was a rather innocent and sweet girl, but far from naïve. If pushed enough, she had a vicious bite, which was how she met Hyunjin. It was an unfortunate encounter, btw. Due to past experiences, she had the rule to never trust pretty faces, specially those who work in the entertainment industry. She was the type to observe things fold from the side and act upon them from behind, only intervening when she deemed it absolutely necessary. 

The three of them are, obviously, spanish, and they were all very confident girls (because at that point I was sick of always reading the same patron of timid, insecure Y/Ns and I wanted to see something different). Olivia and Violeta could often seem like straight up egocentrics about it, while Mel just kept it to herself. Which makes this wip so dear to me is not because it’s a skz fanfic, but because it started sorely as self-insert oc for my fantasies with Christopher Bang and it developed into a full fledged story about generational trauma, friendship, growing up, copying mechanisms and multiple personal hardships the girls went through, both together and individually. I got so inmersed in their characters that they became their own people, with their own backstories and motives. They weren’t just self-inserts no more, they were fictional characters on their right with their goals and traumas aside from the boys. Literally, the romance with the boys was brushed a side a bit in favour of the girl’s development, because I got really into their personal stories that had nothing to do with the guys. I admit that I self-reflected a lot sometimes on them, writing them to let out my own emotions. 

Anyway, my mind is full of headcanons about it, so that’s why I’m starting to post shit up here. I don’t know if I’ll have the courage to write the whole thing, but posting small things about it makes me feel better.

@channieandhisgoonsquad since you’re the only one that knew something about my specific, secret wip, opinions??

[yarnnerdally]

This song is on my On Repeat playlist. Mostly because of the hc I have of mine and @solomons-poison 's self-insert characters playing this for the demon boys.

This is fine and normal right?

[quinn-fucks-shit-up]

just watched The Breakfast Club again, and can I just say that after doing my obligatory check of ao3 it is adorable that Brian is the most popular character shipped with a self-insert/oc, people rlly went for the nerd over the badboy this time and that is so cute

[tiny-cloud-of-flowers]

"Well, well.. So it was you of all things that I sensed. Somehow, I had doubted your ability to exist here.. but it seems that you've been able to keep going, hm?"

My first proper MMD render for.. several months, ahaha, but also the first one of this year! It's of my Kingdom Hearts self-insert, Aria, being very comfortable yet ominous in the Realm of Darkness; specifically, the caption is her talking to Litas (@neuvilline's self-insert), upon meeting them again for the second time! I had a lot of fun trying to get the right vibes for this, even if actually deciding what Aria would look like at this point in time was.. somewhat of an ordeal, haha

Tag list: @starlit-selfships | @edencantstopfallininlove | @yoomtahsgf | @sunlight-ships | @dragonsmooch | @thatslikesometaldude | @kuroiikamen | @artificervaldi | @keyblade-ships | @seahydra | @dmclr | @neuvilline (to be tagged in future works of mine, please see this form!)

(Anyone is welcome to comment on and/or reblog my work, as long as my DNI is respected!)

[moved-to-void-kissed]

from one world to another, hello!

Today is the release date of Xenoblade Chronicles 3, so I wanted to make a render to commemorate this, and I figured it made the most sense to use Sapphire for this! I hope that everyone who is playing the game enjoys the experience~

Tag list: @alrest | @masterofmasters | @wazzuppy | @cherry-bomb-ships | @call--me--home | @ayatosamore | @xenobabble | @coralward | @dawnette | @pandapup | @altamont498 | @mercuryships (to be tagged when I create stuff, please see this post!)

(Comments on and reblogs of my work are always okay and appreciated, but never required!~)

[astral-express-family]

Self-Insert Info! (Will be updated occasionally probably)

Overarching Info!

Pure of heart, dumb of ass. Would give all organs & limbs for any f/os. All have fucked up genders and daddy issues. All are sapphic, genderqueer/demigender in some way, and on the aro & ace spectrums. Usually have a twin and an older sibling. Has a pet frog named Noah - sometimes sentient, sometimes not.

Five Nights at Freddy's

Name: Meg Roseman

Pronouns: she/it

Nicknames (From Others): Meggie/Love/Sweetheart/Flower blossom (from Phone Gal)

Nicknames (For Others): Sunshine (for Phone Gal)

Extra Info: We're happily married, and have been for several years at this point. Our anniversary is 9/2.

Detectives United/Other related media

Name: Celine Aers/Brown

Pronouns: she/he/it

Nicknames (From Others): Kiddo (from Dorian), Favorite Niece (from Uncle Mortimer), Spirit (from Uncle James), Little Angel (from Uncle Dorian), Sport (from Aunt Amber), Kitty (from Aunt Shade)

Nicknames (For Others): Uncle Morti/Uncle Roses (for Uncle Mortimer), Uncle Ghost (for Uncle James), Aunt Photo/Aunt Memory (for Aunt Anna), Uncle da Vinci (for Uncle Dorian), Aunt Agent (for Aunt Amber), Aunt Vulpine/Aunt Girlboss (for Aunt Shade)

Extra Info: Definitely the most Mary-Sue-esc of my S/Is. She's a forest spirit with a few cat-like traits (claws & a tail) and behaviors (stretches like one & lays in the sun). I was already an older teen when I met Dorian, so I only sometimes call him Dad. He's still my dad and I still love him like one. My anniversary with Yasmina and Althena is 2/15.

Dark Parables

Name: Cel Daffodil Branch

Pronouns: it/she/they

Nicknames (From Others): Cookie (from Kai)

Nicknames: (For Others): TBA

Extra Info: A childhood friend of Kai and Gerda. After the Snow Queen incident, it ran away from home. She was found and taken in by the Red Riding Hoods Sisters. She was there during the Mist Wolves incident. They sometimes exchange letters with Kai, and followed him to Floralia when he followed Gerda.

GreedFall

Name: Leslie de Sardet

Pronouns: she/ze

Nicknames (From Others): Dear Cousin (from Constantin), Mundeinhanem (from Síora), Your Highness (from Vasco), Green Blood (from Kurt), my child (from Petrus)

Nicknames (For Others): Darling Cousin (for Constantin), Mundeinhanem (for Síora), Sailor (for Vasco), Captain (for Kurt), Aphs (for Aphra)

Extra Info: I project onto the GF player character. Síora and I are disgustingly in love, and our anniversary is 3/19.

The Legend of Vox Machina

Name: Xerneas Fate

Pronouns: she/they/fae

Nicknames (From Others): Love/Sugar (from Cassandra)

Nicknames (For Others): Cassie/Darling (for Cassandra), Percy/Gunsling King (for Percival)

Extra Info: Half-elf. Was second-in-command of the Whitestone Rebellion and pined (not-so-)subtly for Cassie for like 90% of it. Our anniversary is 3/15.

Wizard101

Name: Victoria Moonhunter

Pronouns: She/they/ze

Nicknames (From Others): Frosty/Sweetie/Sweetest (from Mellori)

Nicknames (For Others): Petal/Baby/Mel (for Mellori), Dad (for Arthur), Ben/Fireball (for Bentley)

Extra Info: Technically two S/Is combined. Ice wizard who dual-schools in storm. Friends with the rest of the Carpe Diem Society, I just am too lazy to add the nicknames at stuff rn.

Fortnite (Save the World)

Name: Rosebud Debonaire

Pronouns: She/they

Nicknames (From Others): Love/Rosie (from Clip), Flower (from Dennis)

Nicknames (For Others): Dear/Cas (for Clip), Denny (for Dennis)

Extra Info: An Outlander-class hero. One of the only people who can call Clip 'Cas' or any variant thereof.

Ace Attorney

Name: Meg Roseman

Pronouns: she/he

Nicknames (From Others): Girlie (from Larry)

Nicknames (For Others): My Man (for Larry)

Extra Info: Not very developed. Larry's just my best friend it is what it is.

Genshin Impact

Name: Aslia Rosebloom

Pronouns: she/ro

Nicknames (From Others): Azzy/Cool Big Sister (from Bennett), Snowflake (from Kaeya), Icicle (from Diluc), My Icy Friend (from Venti), My Dandelion/Sweetheart (from Amber), Guiding Star/Darling (from Lumine), Sweetie/Firefly/Little Light (from Lynette), Lovely Ice (from Lyney)

Nicknames (For Others): Floaty Pal (for Paimon), Benny/Lil' Buddy (for Bennett), Snowdrift (for Kaeya), 'Luc/Inferno (for Diluc), Feather Boy/Vens (for Venti), My Bunny (for Amber), Lulu/Lumi/My Crystal (for Lumine), Lost Boy Returned/Returned (for Aether), Nettie (for Lynette), 'Ney (for Lyney), Remi (for Freminet)

Extra Info: Catalyst user with a Cryo vision. Resident of the city of Mondstat. 1000% a member of Benny's Adventure Team. Lumine and I's anniversary is 5/16, and I will add Amber+Eula and I's is 7/2. Lynette and I's is 8/17.

Honkai: Star Rail

Name: Miya "Debonaire" Starshine

Pronouns: They/it/he/she

Nicknames (From Others): Little Bird (from Welt), Birdie (from Himeko)

Nicknames (For Others): Danny (for Dan Heng), Mar (for March 7th), Dad (for Welt), Astie (for Asta), Kiddo (for Misha)

Extra Info: Part of the Astral Express Crew. Met Arlan and Misha and promptly claimed both of them as their brothers within the day. Was perfectly content with being single until it realized "oh dang i love Asta". The only one of the Astral Express Kids (itself, Dan Heng, March 7th, Stelle, and Caelus) to call Welt "Dad".

Monster Rancher

Name: Ivy Flower

Pronouns: She/it/he/they

Nicknames (From Others): Babe (from Holly)

Nicknames: For Others): Flower Petal (for Holly)

Extra Info: Also not very developed. I just really love Holly, y'know? Our anniversary is July 23rd.

The Amazing Digital Circus

Name: Tundra

Pronouns: she/per/it

Nicknames (From Others): Baby (from Gangle)

Nicknames (For Others): Dear (for Gangle), Rab-b&@*% (for Jax)

Extra Info: Going to fight Jax on Gangle's behalf.

Monster Prom

Name: Skelly Taun

Pronouns: It/she/fae

Nicknames (From Others): Angel (from Amira), Bestie (from Vicky)

Nicknames (For Others): TBA

Extra Info: Has an incredibly misleading name - it's a siren and not a skeleton. Amira and I's anniversary is Nov. 19.

Doctor Who

Name: Joey Feather

Pronouns: they/she/bake

Nicknames (From Others): TBA

Nicknames (For Others): TBA

Extra Info: Rory's childhood friend. Wasn't super fond of Amy at first, but eventually came around. Lost touch, but eventually reconnected and fell in love. A healthy dose of one-sided pining on Joey's part. Cares more about their bakery job than about whatever world-ending catastrophe is happening this time. Rory & I's anniversary is 12/16.

Hi-Fi RUSH

Name: Cocoa

Pronouns: fae/hir/her

Nicknames (From Others): Sweetie (from Peppermint

Nicknames (For Others): 'Mint (for Peppermint)

Extra Info: Has an Armstrong tech prosthetic eye. Faer vision's been subpar most of faer life, so fae got an Armstrong eye to better it. Still wears glasses anyways. Has scarring on her neck, usually hides it with a scarf.

Kin list jumpscare!

(Most of these affect my selfshipping but some do not)

- Willow (Don't Starve) (she/he)

- Joey (Fortnite: Battle Royale) (they/she)

- Joey's my main kin but more will be added with time