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#self insert talk
rexscanonwife · 18 hours
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Everyone deserves their f/os btw 💖🫶💖
The concept of needing to 'deserve' love is silly as it is, but even still. You deserve the love they give you, and you deserve it unconditionally. Never forget that.
(pro/comship this ain't for you so back off)
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seaside-lovers · 1 month
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please consider: winnie the pooh self insert named katie. i like to spend my days collecting flowers in the hundred acre woods and giving them to my friends :) im also a real animal similar to rabbit, owl, and gopher.
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radioproto · 4 months
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Hello chat
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Finally made one :]
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I just realized all my self insert ocs, no matter the fandom (except maybe Bugsnax), are all mfing gingers.
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conspicuous-clown-car · 9 months
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AAAAAAAAAUUUGGHHHHH
themb ;w;
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mouschirambles · 1 month
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OK BUT imagine your f/o is in the midst of a battle, absolutely tearing it up, and then their phone rings with the special ringtone they have just for you.
They GRIP their enemy with a sudden new strength and hold them down while they fumble to answer it.
“[name]! No, no, you’re not interrupting anything. What’s up?”
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bunnygirllover45 · 2 months
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my favorite ship dynamic fr
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leshyleaf · 1 year
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bumper stickers
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mblue-art · 2 months
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uh soooo I get that you like lust sans but what are other sanses you like after him. I like Nightmare on top. 😅
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,,, , ,, them,,,///
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seaside-lovers · 1 month
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potential megamind self insert idea ^^ my name would be dr. vulture and for whatever reason im a lappet-faced vulture hybrid. i also have a quite obvious desire for lord nighty-knight who is a bit shy about it but receptive.
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baitustudios · 5 months
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i love it when other selfshippers follow me because i get to be like "yes girl get that fictional old man he DOES love you!!" over and over again and it makes me so happy <333
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mmmairon · 6 months
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Idk if this is weird or not but could you draw Diluc telling me— someone they did a good job?
Not having the best time and I love your Diluc so much 😅
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oh anon :( i hope this brings you some form of comfort <3
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conspicuous-clown-car · 4 months
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AAAAUUUUUGHGHHHGHH assorted doodles after playing help wanted 2
god i love him even more now
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wesstars · 6 months
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can't rely on my heart
wednesday addams x fem!reader (no pronouns)
summary: are people more likely to tell the truth while they’re drunk? wc: 800 tags: all characters involved are 18+. AU, they’re in some big city. wednesday and reader are childhood ‘friends.’ unresolved tension!!! a/n: i miss y’all 😭hope everyone is doing well!! welcome to another wednesday wednesday with the most amazing @evilwednesday. special good morning to @mindyswhore. @melrodrigo told me to hurry up haha. (let’s just ignore how I missed last week okay)
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1:28 am
come get your bitch.
Wednesday frowned at Yoko’s text. She wondered, briefly, who “your bitch” could ever be—unbidden, your grinning face came to mind, shining bright as a dying star. Wednesday hated it. It was stuff like this, knowing that your friends would ask Wednesday, of all people, to come pick you up, that was intolerable. Always popular yet with a genuine charm, you commanded attention wherever you were, so warm and dazzling that you eclipsed everything around you. You consistently crossed the line with Wednesday, since you really never knew when to stop. Rolling her eyes, she grabbed her car keys.
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You were giggling. It was insufferable: it had already been enough to go to the bar—a place with sticky floors that Wednesday turned her nose up at—and it was excruciating to have dragged you out, catching you from rolling your ankle on the pavement, so your glittering laugh really was the worst torture Wednesday was willing to endure. Yoko had pushed you unceremoniously into Wednesday, while Enid sent her a sympathetic glance and a promise to text. Wednesday was torn between keeping her distance, so you wouldn’t throw up on her shoes, and holding you upright so you wouldn’t cause a scene, but you made her decision for her.
“You’re so—sloppy,” Wednesday hissed, grabbing your elbow to stop you from careening into a pedestrian. You’d always been a lightweight, since your university days, where you’d always show up, drunk as a dog, knocking at Wednesday and Enid’s place. You would claim that you lost your address. It wasn’t uncommon for you to be over there at all, every little quirk you had being memorized by the apartment: your mug, your spare key, your book on how the biggest planets are made of the very same things that humans are. 
“Wednesday,” you said, leaning on her shoulder. She wrinkled her nose. “Wednesday, Wednesday, Wednesday… 
She scoffed. “Just be quiet.”
“I don’t want to,” you whined, being the absolute child that Wednesday thought you were. She let go of your arm, stalking towards her car without you. While she definitely thought of you as someone she could do without babysitting, she still looked back to make sure you were following. You were tracing your crooked path on the sidewalk, scuffing your shoes as you trailed your fingers on every streetlight and sign pole that you passed. Something licked its way through Wednesday’s veins, destructive like fire.
“You…” Wednesday ignored you. Why had she parked so far? The sooner you crashed on her couch, the sooner you’d leave her alone. 
“You, with that beautiful smile—” gods, just how many drinks did you have?—“Hold on.” 
“I don’t smile.” Wednesday waited, for some reason, as you stumbled forward, catching up to her while the drinks caught up to you.
Ignoring her, you whispered, “I have something to say to you,” showing all your teeth in a dopey smile. When you leaned in, Wednesday saw how the shine of the streetlights caught on your rosy cheeks, glowing.
“You’re even prettier when you’re all the way here, with me, not just in my head.”
Wednesday felt her dead, still heart jolt with an artificial electricity, as if you’d pressed both hands to her chest and yelled clear! It was a startlingly alive experience, being touched by such a startlingly alive person. Every breath was hard to take, as you looked down. The streetlight cast a warm glow, lighting up your outline. You smelled too much like alcohol for such an admission, one where she could feel the cold metal of your arrow, Apollo ablaze, press up against her ribs.
It was weird, how one never really does know the answer to an unspoken question until it was right in front of them, burning. 
“You’re not going to remember this,” Wednesday said quietly. “I’m telling you now, so you can understand why.” She looked into your eyes; they were surprisingly clear for someone so inebriated. 
Your voice was a whisper, nearly drowned out by a car rushing past. “Why what?”
Wednesday looked up at you. You’d stopped right in front of her car, an accuracy unbecoming of how drunk you seemed to be. She placed a hand on you, your shoulder this time, and yanked you down to her height. You were so close, now, your nose brushing hers, and she felt you take a breath. “Why I don’t mind you being this close.” She hoped you could smell the jasmine perfume she wore. “Why I don’t mind when you cross the line.” Your hair fell into your eyes. “Why I’m driving you home.”
She stepped back, opening the car door and shoving you in. You leaned your temple on the seat, head tilted back to meet her eyes.
“I know, Wednesday.”
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a/n cont'd: something something yearning something something
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sunburstkisser · 6 months
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To selfshippers who constantly change your self inserts; IT'S OKAY!! Just because you change your sona, tweak their design, shift their species, swap their clothing, completely redo them from the ground up, that doesn't mean you're indecisive or some other mean-sounding word. You're just exploring what fits you, and your FO(s), best.
There's nothing wrong with feeling fickle over a design for your self insert, I don't think anyone has ever made any kind of original character and stuck with their design forever. Designs change and grow as you change and grow, and that's beautiful to me :] Don't feel bad that you change your self insert the second an idea strikes, or inspiration smacks you upside the head, you can change your self insert however you'd like and whenever you'd like!
[Pr*shippers and the like; do NOT touch. This is not for you, and never will be for you. You can disrespectfully fuck off.]
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bunnygirllover45 · 3 months
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Is Isamu new oc of yours?? I don’t think I have seen him before. Who is he?
He isn't new, I have posted about him before in both of my accounts, he's a background character in my visual novel, but was the mc for a sound novel I made a long time ago (it's in Spanish, and it's buried in a pendrive never to be seen again.) some old drawings of him.
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He's just a sad nobody who works as a teacher, hates his job and decides to hyper-fixate on the first person who shows him some semblance of kindness.
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