#x mary sue

[corvid007]

mary sue/barbie reader Hazbin Hotel part 2

Sir pentious would be very catious and suspitous of you in the beginning (as he did everyone at the hotel). however, i feel like once you get your hands on his “-inators” and help him with one he would become really close with you, especially if you were to ‘mother’ the egg bois. I feel like he would be someone to fall hard and fast for someone with shared values.

Cherri Bomb loves hanging with you. thinks its super cool how you are amazing at everything. likes to joke that fashion is the only thing you could use some work on while nudging you. likes to experiment new bomb recipes with you. and go parting/drink with you and Angel. totally likes trying the new drink ideas you get, the stronger the better.

Vox would try to exploit you. what do you expect, this man is a (possible) cult leader and a business man. he might try to get you to make ideas for products or promote products with your positive reputation and charisma.

alternatively, for you dululu simps: he would start a rivalry with you, much like with alastor except yours would stem from current pent up feelings rather then past flings. take one look at that man and tell me he isn’t emotionally constipated like alastor and who doesn’t love a good rivals to lovers?

Valentino wouldn’t really care about your abilities just the fact that your able to do pretty much everything. He would probably try to recruit you to his ‘team’ trying to use you perfect ability in everything to set a standard in the studio, “they’ve been on set for 2 minutes and they can do shit better then you that you have been doing for a decade, Malditos idiotas (fucking idiots)!”

Velvette probably wouldn’t really care about you for the most part, just focusing on the fact that you could be a star model, and the best part is that you cant be riped apart by Val. I doesn’t matter if you’re a fashion designer/seemstress, that’s her job stay in your lane

[gritsandbrits]

I love you self inserts i love you unironic mary sues i love you inserting yourself into the canon as if you always existed i love you ocs with tolkien-level backstories i love you ocs only meant to be shipped with canon i love you overpowered sonic ocs who can break the universe i love you deviantart recolors i love you crossover fandoms i love you sparkledogs i love you alicorns i love you killing cringe culture-

[why-greg-land]

Anyone else have déjà vu?

Meet Ultimate Susan Storm from Ultimate Power (2006-2008) and Rogue from X Men: Endsong (2005), sisters separated by universes and hair color.

@bad-comic-art

[pink-key]

I read too many ticci toby x y/n, reader-chan fanfics Love the fact people started to also write dark, toxic ones, seems more in character to me, imho

Where are my creepypasta fans at? Yall are alive?

[jtl-fics]

But also... Andreil on the great British bake off (they have celebrity seasons)

Look, I'm gonna be honest.

It's a disaster in two parts.

Neil is there EXPLICITLY because Stuart found out that he had been asked to go do it because he is technically British. Stuart has asked him to be the bane of Paul Hollywood's existence and is willing to do quite a bit to make the man's life hell.

"He knows what he did." is all Stuart will say on the matter.

Neil agrees to come be a Baker on the stipulation that Andrew also gets to come. Andrew has no interest in baking other than what it can produce for him to eat, he has no desire to do the laborious task of baking himself.

Stuart offers him an Aston.

Andrew agrees.

Neil is a nightmare in the tent. He hates desserts. He hates measuring. He has never done a single prep bake. He has no idea what the desserts are during the technical challenge. He just goes with his gut (his iron gut). He produces three straight desserts that Paul will not let Prue eat for fear that she will just straight up die if she eats it. He is a pile of misery upon consuming all three.

When Neil is kicked off in round one no one is surprised. Paul pats Neil on the back as he leaves the tent and Neil just leans in, "Stuart Hatford sends his regards." he says now that the mic has been removed. Paul Hollywood's tan fades but Neil doesn't look back.

Andrew is a nightmare for a completely different reason and that reason is that he very visibly and honestly does not give a single flying fuck about what he's doing but he's doing quite well. He is the most boring man on camera, zero quips, won't interact with Noel and whoever the fuck is the other presenter by this point, just him doing exactly what the recipe requires and then he always makes a point of grabbing whatever Paul and Prue have judged and taking it all back to his station so that he can eat it. He stares straight into the camera as he eats an entire three tier cake. He dedicates every week he is Star Baker to his inspiration: Kevin Day.

Andrew makes it all the way to the Finals with impressive bakes that he basically just decided on 100% by how much he thinks it would upset Kevin to watch him eat it knowing that he SHOULD be doing weight training for the olympics. ("Weight TRAINING not Weight GAINING Andrew! Do you have to hold up two fingers as you eat the entire thing? Can you at least PRETEND it's not to SPITE me?" Kevin wails as Andrew calls him for the post-credit scene where the star bakers call their families usually but Andrew just uses it so everyone can hear Kevin Day lose his mind on Public Access.)

Andrew gets to the finals and his show stopper....it's immaculate. It's gorgeous. It's a work of art. Paul Hollywood is looking at this feat of modern baking engineering in wonder.

He shakes Andrew's hand before he even tastes it and-

"Stuart Hatford sends his regards."

Paul Hollywood is now nervous to eat this cake. Does he look out at the gathered friends and family of the contestants and see Stuart Hatford? Does he remember what he did?

He eats the cake because show obligations and it tastes as good as it looks but he is oddly silent as Prue talks about it.

Andrew Wins and Paul Hollywood stays exactly one entire party's width away from Neil, Stuart, and Andrew during the entire victory picnic.

Andrew gives his post bake-off speech and flat out says it was kind of boring and he wants to go home to America. The next scene is him driving off with Neil in an Aston Martin.

Edit: Thanks @the-inner-musings-of-a-worm for the idea once again!

[itsraining-honey]

my first pumpkin latte post and its her literally in peril with her (its complicated) boyfriend and his adventurous friends 😭

[brian-mc-brianson]

Bro I miss how unapologetically cringe the creepypasta fandom used to be, I now yearn for more Luna/19/wolf/demon ocs, If I ever see somone with a Mary Sue I will encourage them to make it even Mary Sue-er also cosplay cringe like, Cosplay as Ticci toby and follow your mask going "Masky masky masky masky" pls

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

I wonder like what does Yves like to eat? Does he prefer sweet foods? Savory? Salty? Etc?

I could also imagine that he would change his darlings food cravings and wants with his reality bending if they are lacking a certain vitamin or mineral.

TW: eating disorders, gore and nasty horrible rich people stuff like making people their toilets or something, sexual harassment and human trafficking

He has expensive taste, the palate of a stereotypical rich person. It doesn't matter if the dish is sweet or savory, it must be made from scratch from the freshest produce the market can offer. He prefers to eat his own cooking as he can easily control what goes into it.

Yves has an intense aversion to strong-tasting foods, not because he can't handle the pungent aroma of garlic or other spices; he used to eat boxes upon boxes of takeout, fast food, and convenience meals.

It's because he associated them with the decades he spent struggling to find his footing in this world. They were cheap, accessible, and definitely not something he would willingly put in his body despite knowing it probably wouldn't affect him greatly in any way now.

Foods that are greasy, overly salty, processed to unrecognizable heights, and contain a barrel's worth of sugar are foods that Yves has a strong disdain for. He very much prefers eating foods that are steamed, boiled, or baked with minimal amounts of oil, salt, and sugar. His cooking is definitely still flavourful, it's mostly simple but it has a quality that makes it lavish and 'clean'.

Yves wasn't always like this though. Just like most humans, he started off hating his vegetables and fruits, yearning for junk and other vices. His previous cravings are only exacerbated by the stressful life that he lived, to no one's surprise, he wasn't always in the best shape. Or the best state of mind.

He knows what it was like to live in a severely unhealthy body on both ends of the spectrum. Yves was both a hundred pounds overweight and a hundred pounds underweight, neither phase was fun at all and it just made his life much harder than it was supposed to be.

Yves sobbed hysterically when he failed to stop himself from eating an entire 5-pound chocolate cake to cope with his emotions, then promptly threw up everything afterward on the dingy floor of his dilapidated rental. He was too familiar with the feeling of his two fingers pushing his uvula as deep as he could so he could empty his stomach into the toilet bowl, to the point that the off-white ceramic was painted red. Yves knew what half-eaten hamburgers covered in god-knows-what, found in dumpsters taste like. He knew what ingredient in candies to look for that aided him in vomiting, he tried all the slimming teas, laxatives, and enemas. Yves had his favorite brands.

Yves vividly remembers how he would be out of breath just by standing up, how his joints felt like it was about to give out at any moment. The bruises he received from merely sitting on certain types of chairs, the horrible chafing that led to nasty, debilitating infections because he didn't have the means to receive medical attention, the humiliation, and degradation, painful and permanent swellings, the increased frequency of sexual groping that usually led to something much worse, overheating in a flesh suit that he cannot just remove, the cruel loneliness, the desperation for food when he doesn't even have a single cent left to his name, his reflection and more revolting memories.

He remembers all of it. He remembers the broken bones that were forced to heal on their own, bleeding orifices leaking with excrement due to his abuse of weight-losing drugs, articles of clothing ruined by his own feces and vomit, the obsession over the number on his scale, the shivering even at scorching temperatures, locks of his hair clogging the drain, fainting spells that cost him his meager wages for the week, the taste of his own stomach acid still lingers on his tongue, his "friends" who were equally as ghoulish calling Yves a fat pig and incessantly oinking at him for finishing a whole apple by himself, being unable to chew properly because his teeth were eroded, being unable to fight back because he was just that weak, fingers that looked like it belonged to a rotting corpse, his reflection, the hunger, the hunger, the hunger...

And in both chapters of his life, one thing stayed constant. The infamous, deep-fried, saturated, tastebud-abusing slop served to the disadvantaged masses.

So please do forgive him when he gives you a blank look for an uncomfortable while when you eat a crispy fried chicken leg in front of him. He didn't mean to give the plate of french fries on the table a long, dull stare before digging in like any other normal person; with a lot more elegance. Yves just had a few memories pass through his mind, that's it.

Not to say that he will act like it's the end of the world to eat the food that he hates. You wouldn't know that he despised them unless he told you, Yves would have eaten it without complaint and hesitation, expressing his gratitude to you for getting these for him. He doesn't wear his heart on his sleeve, after all.

Yves understands that his experience doesn't necessarily reflect yours, he has no issue with you eating garbage foods in moderation. You will have cravings, it's simply something humans like you have to deal with. He will still agree to have a date or two at a fast-food joint even if he detests the griminess and classlessness of it all, as long as it makes you happy to see him 'enjoying' himself too. Of course, he would attempt and succeed at making healthier alternatives at home.

If you're craving something that is missing many of the key nutrients but it's not harmful to your health, he would fortify it with the needed vitamins or minerals. You couldn't even tell the difference, but your body will.

He will have a massive problem if you exhibit the same symptoms his younger self had. Yves will plant his foot firmly on the ground, he wouldn't even talk to you about it. He goes straight to rewiring your brain without even thinking if Yves noticed your struggles. You would find yourself one day 'cured' of whatever complex you had with food, baffled but grateful, brushing it off as something trivial although it is anything but.

You might notice that the fridge always has at least one tin of sturgeon caviar on a block of ice. You deduced that his favorite food is caviar, but you might not truly know why.

He isn't stingy with it. Yves told you that you are welcome to eat as much as you want (within reason, it has a ridiculously high sodium content). Whether you like eating it or not, it was astonishing that he could replace it as soon as it's finished despite needing to pay an exorbitant amount for a container the size of your palm.

And he associated that overpriced spoonful of fish eggs with the dawn of a new era and the end of his horror-filled years. His life wasn't perfect when he first tried it, far from it actually. He still gets assaulted, spat on, molested, and insulted straight to his face, more so due to his new career as a budding fashion model. But it was a change, an overall positive change.

Despite first trying it at a mansion owned by a syndicate of influential Oligarchs who hire conventionally beautiful people and commit unspeakable acts against them, caviar became a symbol of hope. Yves, disheveled, drugged beyond belief, and covered in bruises, cuts, and disgusting fluids, managed to slip out of the room where the torture happened. His own disorganized thoughts drowned out the screams of his colleagues and the cheers of the rich, Yves was on a mission.

He somehow maneuvered his way through the hallways without being detected by staff or other members, finding his way to one of the private chambers. It was occupied an hour ago, as shown by the mildly displaced chairs and empty crystal glasses.

Even under the influence of substances, his first instinct wasn't necessarily to run away. It was to rob them of everything they had, watches, jewelry, shoes, bags- anything he could get his sticky hands on. God, he so badly wanted to own their wardrobe. The rings looked dazzling on his fingers, and the purses fit right around his arm.

Then his bloodshot, dilated eyes landed on the glass table.

An open bottle of champagne half filled; in Yves's eyes, half-empty. A tray with something he only heard of, but never seen. A tin filled with numerous, tiny black spheres accompanied by a plate of Blinis and an intricate bowl of creme fraiche, and a couple of lemon wedges.

His hands trembled as he stumbled towards the glistening set. These are what the rich and powerful eat. He thought to himself. Yves didn't understand the fondness towards these. Tastewise, he didn't find anything particularly exciting or great. Statuswise...

For a minute, just a mere minute, Yves felt like he was at the top of the world. Yves ate what his 'masters' ate.

It didn't matter that he got caught after, it didn't matter he was made an example of by being urinated in front of an audience, beaten unconscious, and had a skull fracture. For a moment, he was their equal. And this will be the last time he will be disrespected to this level.

He escaped with enough stolen goods to buy his way out of his hell.

And he stole a coveted tin of caviar for himself.

[sophsicle]

tw blood and murder 'n' stuff

oh darling

oh sweetheart

oh love of mine

"Lily -"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to! I don't know how it happened, I don't know-"

"It's okay, it's alright," Mary walks towards her, slowly but confidently, she doesn't flinch, she doesn't look away. Blood has never scared her much. "Just give me the knife okay?"

"I was only going to stop him."

"I know."

"I didn't mean to kill him, I didn't mean to -"

"Lily," she's in front of her now, reaching out and slowly taking the knife out of Lily's sticky, trembling hands. "It's okay. You don't have to explain it to me."

She's drenched in it, dressed in white and stained in red. The angel of death incarnate. Mary carefully slides the blade onto the desk beside them before her hands come up to hold Lily's face, thumb wiping away some of the splatter. Lily's eyes are wide. Beautiful.

"Mary," she whispers.

"It'll be okay. I'll call James and Sirius, we'll figure it out."

But Lily gives the smallest shake of her head. "No it's not that it's - " her eyes glance down at the body on the floor. Albus Dumbledore's pale blue eyes stare up at the ceiling unseeing.

"Hey - hey?" Mary leans forward, brushing their noses together, getting Lily's attention again. "Look at me okay? Just look at me."

Lily does, but the worry in her eyes doesn't go away.

"What is it? If it's not dealing with the body, than what is it?"

Lily bites down on her lower lip. And it shouldn't turn Mary on, not right now, not while they're standing next to a dead body, Lily covered in blood, but...

"I liked it," Lily whispers finally, eyes fluttering closed when she says it. A confession. Forgive me lover for I have sinned. "Fuck Mary, I enjoyed killing the bastard."

And Mary can't help herself. She pulls the other girl in. She takes her mouth. Lily moans. She tastes like iron.

[flygutzz]

Shadows in the Night

Blink has some weirdass powers and shadow's the one who has to deal with it. Unfortunately he also has to deal with some night terrors as well

also if u saw me post this the other day no u didnt. i forgot a frame lol

[comicsgallery-marvel]

X-Men + Fantastic Four (2020) #1-4

[corvid007]

mary sue/barbie Reader Helluva boss edition

blitzo tries to hire you and you accept because what else are you going to do all day? yells at you but you just reply “il do better next time” and you do. he is a little but hurt about the fact that he is able to have a ‘good’ realationship with you and not his sister barbie. calls you a diffrent name to stop the hurt

moxxie is butt hurt that your better then him at everything, including making his wife laugh, and somehow blitzo. you are Striker 2.0 example: a shot off(with human targets) and you were able to get a perfect shot everytime and even made tea for everyone(that was also perfect for everyone’s taste (including him))

Millie kinda likes you. a little irritated that you are making her husband insecure but she cant really do anything to help that. she finds you a really good sparing partner, able to match her energy in a ‘fight’ pretty well. somehow you’re never out of energy though, able to have a real good spar with her, leaving her panting on the floor, and then spend a good couple hours making an amazing meal while reading a book.

Luna trys her hardest to be civil but she gets irritated that you are able to make friends so easily. even if you introduce her to them, she feels like she’s being paraded around like a new pet/child. she know this isnt really whats happening, but the way you talk about her feels like a parent bragging about the smallest ‘achivements’ their kid made, “she’s been doing really good with … why don’t you tell them about it?”

[dailydegurechaff]

Today's Daily Degurechaff is... making a correction

[chubbyreaderchan]

David trying to entice Michael more into the Lost Boys by introducing him to you who is the shared mate amongst the boys/coven and if he became one of them that you would become mated with him.

And it makes him genuinely think about becoming a full vampire for the group love/you.

[gritsandbrits]

Me every time i send an oc to fix a shitty thing in canon:

Me inserting myself into canon to fix the shitty thing:

Me making more black OCs to piss off racist anons:

Me making a self insert for the source material this gif originated from:

[ipostdantememes]

Credit: reparrishcomics on IG

the "mother" is Bartolomeo