#💜self inserts💜

[f-o-and-selfship-club]

Created myself a Chikn Nuggit s/i.

A cute maltese dog with her design based of s'mores.

Bonus:

The dog meeting a bat obsessed with learning about the Demigod of Chaos.

[flickycore]

Thought I'd show you my relationship chart of the Disney Villains: Cursed Café and bringing out Blizzard's relationships with the cast (including the other three extras which I'm adding into my AU of the game).

Jafar is the only one who is red since he and Blizzard are in the same universe and still have a relationship on eachother. However in this universe, both kept it in secret.

Most of the villains are turquoise and green, because Blizzard first use those villain cards found by Facilier to try to get little information about each of the villains.

Now Frollo is turquoise, purple and green together, though I actually like Frollo as a villain honestly. But Blizzard would obviously be terrified of him and they would soon be like frenemies.

Yzma is turquoise, green and blue together too, she started acting like a mom figure on the new potion maker although the thought of Blizzard being so friendly unlike the rest of the villains quite bothers Yzma, she just thinks that she reminds her of Kronk by their personalities.

[f-o-and-selfship-club]

Oh man, oh boy. I give you my man Jafar here and my Aladdin s/i Blizzard

Rb this post with a f/o and or s/i and I'll give them a pokemon! Martlet gets Delibird for instance :)

[mblue-art]

someone is having thoughts (he's trying sooo hard to be nonchalant and chill)

[loveydoveylex]

hmmmmm...

[spr1ngbunnypvrin]

🐰 William Afton Trying to Make You Forgive Him - Drabble

【 pro/com/dark ship & fic DNI】+ Notes: Apply any Afton version you can imagine. Oh God, I have so many drafts (unfinished) about this purple man and I'm so confused about which one to post first. aughhh

You’ve been ignoring him for days. Whatever he did (or didn’t do), you made it very clear you weren’t in the mood to talk. William, at first, tried to brush it off with his usual arrogance— "Oh, so we're givin' the silent treatment now? Cute."—but now? It’s driving him insane.

So here you are, lying on your bed, scrolling through whatever you can just to avoid thinking about him. And then—

There’s a faint shuffling noise.

You ignore it.

Then… a soft, almost suspiciously playful voice pipes up from the other side of your bed.

“…Hey, bun. You still mad?”

You freeze. That wasn’t William’s usual voice. It was… higher-pitched. Unnaturally chipper. And then, very slowly—

A pair of big, floppy yellow ears peek over the edge of your bed. Followed by—

Springbonnie. Or, well— a stuffed plush version. Held up directly in front of William’s face.

His hands carefully wiggle the plush like a damn puppet. "Ah, love, don’t be mad! Y'know Willy didn’t mean it—he’s just got a big ol’ dumb brain!"

You stare.

William is literally hiding behind a Springbonnie plush, slowly inching closer, his fingers gripping its little arms like a ridiculous sock puppet.

If you don’t react, he escalates.

The plush suddenly moves to pat your arm. "C'mon, sugar—won’tcha smile for me? Just a li’l one?"

And then, because he’s an absolute menace—he starts bouncing the plush closer.

Boop. Right against your forehead.

"Boop! Boop! Forgive Willy, pretty please?"

You break.

The smallest, tiniest laugh escapes you, and immediately—the plush drops. William pounces on that reaction like a starved man.

"A-ha! There it is—knew you couldn’t stay mad forever, love."

And before you can deny it, he’s already climbing onto the bed beside you, smug as hell.

"Y'know, if you ignored me any longer, I was this close to pullin’ out the full Springlock suit. You wouldn't stand a chance, sweetheart."

…You believe him.

[f-o-and-selfship-club]

I'll be a little nervous If I bring you my AHIT sona Coven Heart.

Reblog game

Send me a s/i or f/o and I'll draw them with the "Sigma Face" brush

You wouldn't regret it, trust

[thecloudsaremyhome]

☆Platonic April week 2☆

☆Platonic yandere professor geto x reader☆

Summary: you've been taking Mr. Geto's cours for a while now and can't help but notice something is off about his behavior an how he treats you, but you unknowingly stepped into his webbed trap where escape is not an option

Tw: manipulation, isolation, yandere behavior, yandere themes, geto is a warning in itself, obsessive behavior, coddling, reader has trust issues, delusion behavior, infantilization, reader is stressed, overthinking

Word count: 2k

Everyone loved professor Geto, smart, hadsome, and very professional.

No wonder many of your female classmates swooned over his attention and many of your male classmates craved his praise.

Because he had an air of calmness around him,a voice so soothing that just draws you in and makes you feel safe. With his honey words and rich deep voice.

Well not for you that is, you've always had this bad feeling about your professor, be it gut or Intuition, you don't know.

All you know is to keep your interactions to a limit for your own sake.

You don't actively avoid him nor do you follow him around like. Lost puppy, you are just there.

But that doesn't seem to stop your professor from keeping a diligent eye on you, it may seem like hes just looking out for a student of his when he gives you more attention than the rest of your classmates, but you know its something entirely different.

The way he looks at you with hidden motherly affection in his gaze but what creeps you out the most is the way he carefully masks his obsessive behavior.

The way he seems to notice every little detail about you is the most unnerving part, the way he seems to coddle and worry over you.

And your trying your best to avoid him or politely turn down his invitations on tutoring or extra credit, and his constant coddling and worrying over you.

you've tried to dismiss to the best of your ability. because you know he is trying to slowly lure you into his webbed trap.

And if you fell into that trap, their would be no escape from his suffocating hold.

And the worst part may be is that no one bats an eye at his strange behavior towards you, more than not most are jealous of the extra attention you receive so that leads to you not being able to confine to anyone including your so called friends.

This leads you to feel isolated and more over alone.

Maybe he's intentionally trying to isolate you so you could only turn to him, as crazy as that idea may sound, it may be accurate or you may just be deluding yourself into thinking that either way.

So you continue to hold your all and keep your distance between you and your overbearing professor, which is easier said than done to be honest.

But today really wasnt your day, you woke up 30 minutes late because you forgot to set your alarm the previous night, which leads to you rushing out of your dingy apartment door, to your university.

Once you finally make it to your first class, calculus and to say your professor was pissed was an understatment.

she already seemed like she woke up on the wrong side of the bed as well with her frizzy chocolate brown hair and eye bags under her eyes.

She actively scolded you infront of the whole class, and by the end of it you were almost left in tears by the pure embarrassment of the whole situation.

You can feel tears brimming at your eyelids and your contained sob in your throat, you try to push it down for the sake of your own sanity to not actively cry and embarrass yourself even more.

When she was finallsy done you were dismissed to yur seat which was luckily the back row. So you wouldnt have much attention on you.

But you could still hear the giggles and talks directed at you and that didnt help your ever growing damp mood at all.

So with a heavy sigh you decided to reluctantly ignore the stares and comments your receiving in favor of focusing on the board.

Finally lunch rolls around and you couldnt be even more appier to be relived of a break from the suffocating rooms you call a class.

You decide to get in line and buy lunch today. While your waiting your scroll on your phone to pass the time.

But you dont notice someone rushing past you until its to late and you stumble before accidentally bumping into the person before you, who spills her drink on your worn down mtv shirt.

Thus causes you to let out a groan of annoyance as you quickly apologize and decide that its not worth staying in line anymore.

nor is it worth any further embarrassment. Its like the universe is against you today for some odd reason and you are not aving that.

So you walk towards your small clutter of friends and sit down reluctantly, your two friends Yoon-Won and Hikari raise their brows in concern clearly sensing the shift in your mood, and Yoon-Won, ever the sweetheart decide’s to ask you.

“hey (nickname) are you alright? What happened?” she says in a soft tone clearly concerned for your well being.

You sigh and hesitantly nod in response with a “im fine” when you now its far from the truth.

You just dont want to bother your frends with your stressful day and burden them, they clearly already have enough on their plate seeing the current eyebags under hikari’s eyes.

They nod knowing your clearly not fine but not wanting to push it further. You three sit in silence for a good few minutes before yoon-won starts up the conversation again.

“(nickname) you should’ve seen mr. geto yesterday, he was completely on edge and it seems like he was gonna loose it, maybe it had something to do with you skipping?”

yoon-won says clearly the gossiper of the group.

You raise your eyebrows in surprise, thats strange.

its true that you did skip yesterday’s seventh period because you didnt feel like dealing with your overbearing professor, but you would never have guessed he would initially act that way especially since you were gone.

For the whole time you've known mr. Geto throughout the semester he was never the type to easily almost loose his cool.

He was the calm and collected type of professor that a semblance of students were lucky to have.

Yoon-won clearly noticing your surprised expression smirks playfully.

“you’re lucky i covered for you and made up a good excuse so mr.geto wouldnt go and get you himself, he seems to really care for you, you know, like a mother hen.”

she says playfully with a mischievous smile. You tense at her words but lightly laugh it off.

You dont have a good about this at all and your gut is telling you that once you walk into his class, you will be having the time of your life and not in a good way.

But yoon-won is right, ghetto has always acted more of a mother hen to you now that you think about it.

From him constantly checking up on you from time to time to his overbearing nature, youve been lucky that youve been able to avoid most of it to the best of you ability by dismmissing him.

But something tells you that this wont last for long, that you will be cornered and a have to accept his weird form of affection.

But you refuse to, because you know you won’t be able to escape his web once he has you.

You snap out of your daze when hikari says your name and you look up to meet his worrying gaze “(nickname) you good? You spaced out their for a minute?”

you look up towards him and nod sheepishly smiling as yoon-won continues on with her rants. You cant help but chuckle lightly.

Shes always been able to lighten your mood even without her realizing it and, maybe the rest of the day will go smoothly? You hope so.

You were wrong, once you enter mr.geto’s class you noticed the already tense atmosphere plagued in the air.

You carefully walk in and look up to notice mr.geto staring at you with a particular polite smile o his face, but you can tell hes not pleased.

Not one bit, from the twitch of his perfectly manicured brows to his slightly downturned dimples and his usually soft amythytst like eyes seem more sharp and predatory.

You know your fucked, and he knows it to.

So you decided to carefully make your way up the stairs and sit down in your seat, hoping and praying that class could begin soon so that he could focus his attention on something other than you for at least a moment.

So you don't have to feel his burning stare on your already shaking form.

You just can’t handle any more of this, you feel like you could burst into tears any second and you would, but you wouldnt give him the pure satisfaction of seeing that, of seeing you oh so broken and try to pick up the pieces, but you know your better than that.

you wont let him take advantage of you being vulnerable, to exploit it for his own twisted benefit because youve already been their done that.

But you dont notice, his softing gaze peering into you nor do you notice the active worry thats happening, in his turmoil of mind, because you refuse to believe, refuse to believe he isant just trying to trick you, trap you in his hold.

Because you refuse to be trapped like a pet in a cage ever again.

And maybe its your trust issues speaking but you refuse to actively belive your so called professor cares for you, eve if all the disturbing signs are their.

You know he wants you for something, maybe to be a child of his in his sick twisted mind. Maybe to manipulate you? You dont know, but you sure as hell don't want to find out.

Maybe that's why you're actively scared to face him after class, because you know you wont be able to escape.

his ever overbearing presence and you know you will break, and the dam of tears will start to fall right out and you wont be able to do nothing about it.

Because you will be like putty in his overwhelming presence and maybe thats what he wants, for you to be modable like putty.

You get snapped out of your daze when you hear the loud blaring noise of the bell indicating the class was over, you quickly pack up you belongings, realizing you entirely spaced out the whole lesson so youll have to borrow notes from hikari later.

But before you could rush out the door and to the comforting embrace of your apartment you hear mr.geto call out to you.

“(name), may i speak with you?”

you sigh in annoyance but expected this to come, you nod your head and slowly approach the manorkery wooden desk placed at the front of the room.

You look up and are faced with his dark amethyst eyes that look like they could ull you under and never let you go, his eyes were always memerizing n a hypnotic type of way.

maybe thats why everyone gravitated towards him. Because he has a hypnotic type of pull to him.

You make eye contact for a second and momentarily regret it as you notice the sharp look in his eyes. You really aren't ready for this. You sigh shakinly and mutter

“y-you wanted t-to speak with me mr.geto?”

you say coming out more timid than you intended to you internally cringe at yourself. God could you sound any more pathetic?

But you dont notice the soft smile making its way onto your professor nor his softing gaze, like hes looking at a frightened animal needing guidance and protection, he clears his throat and nods

“yes (name) i would like to speak with you about your aparent absence yesterday, would you mind informing me of where you went off to?”

You freeze, he knows, he knows you skipped because of him and hes just waiting for you to mess up, to make a mistake.

Because he knows he has you cornered and their is nothing you can do to stop it.

You feel the tears brimming against your eyelids from the current distress of the situation.

No, not now, please not now, you cant take it. You cant cry here, god why wont your body listen to you!

You finally feel the dam break as tears start to soak your cheeks as your eyes start to get red and puffy, you must look so pathetic right now, crying in front of your professor!

God this has to be the most embarrassing moment in your life.

You feel his steady arms slowly wrap around your shaking body as he pulls you into an invoulatarily hug, and you reluctantly corporate. Because what else are you supposed to do?

If you pull away or yell you will only make the situation worse, so you just sit their an accept his comfort, his soft praises and cooing.

And you cant help but let the warmth bloom in your chest, you cant help but soak it in as much as you can, because what else are you supposed to do?

At this point you know you cant escape him, his everlasting comfot hes been willing to give you, his soft words, his praise and affection.

And maybe you dont want to escape, maybe you want to embrace it because thats the only thing you can do as of now.

And its not like you have any other source of comfort, so hes all you have.

And he wants to keep it that way, you dependable on him, because he knows that small little brain of yours is not suited to do grown up work.

thats why he became more overbearing, thats why he became more constant in his checkups on you, because he knew you couldnt handle yourself, he knew you didnt know how to take care of yourself.

And you clinging to him right now proves his point, your helpless without him, without his guidance without his support.

But he doesnt mind, he relishes it more than anything, because you need him and thats enough for geto.

Maybe he would feel more quilty about manipulating everyone around you if you werent clinging to him like a lifetime, but in the end everything worked out as planned, you just needed a little push to relalize that he is all you will ever need.

And thats a fact.

You shouldve never taken his course to begin with.

Authors note: sorry for how short it is!! I kinda rushed at the end! This Isan't proofread so their may be many mistakes but I hope you all enjoyed this as much as I did!

[f-o-and-selfship-club]

Time to bring out my Duckman sona.

Ivory Swanlady is a swan writer in Los Angeles. She gets herself caught up in Duckman and Cornfed's investigations, this leads her to be interviewed by the detective but the swan was a little bit shy with talking, so I kind of makes it all so difficult for Duckman to handle her.

For now, she would visit his office just to offer him some books she wrote, however Ivory did this to get to know about Duckman more.

However Ivory started to felt bad on herself, since noticing about that Duckman was a widowed man with kids and a sister in-law who he hates a lot. But Duckman actually admitted that after he lost Beatrice, his feelings for her had been lost for now. But when looking at Ivory, he thought of her as to be like his wife.

Ivory was nice to Duckman's family. Bernice becomes so protective of her, though despite threatening to beat her brother in-law up if he thinks about messing his relationship with her. His kids; Ajax, Charles and Mambo were so kind to her, that they think of the swan as their mom.

[flickycore]

Made myself an ENA sona.

Her name is Deco. With her two sides being Shy(purple) and Emotional(pink).

She sometimes gets a bit on the mood swings in her emotional side.

[garvi-oddis]

so I deleted the first one because I spelt her name wrong in the pic oop

[thelovers-2001]

Call me lover, I'll take you for a drink or two!

Few days ago, I got into Finding Frankie, came out with two things : A new interest and a new f/o.

Some stuff about my Finding Frankie s/i under the Read More ↓↓↓

Her name's Maisy Magnetic!

She's one of cast of Frankie's cartoon, introduced as a side character but slowly becomes part of the main cast as more episodes came out.

Described as humble, creative yet shy. She's a character lovingly inspired by Bob Ross; though instead of painting mighty landscapes, she makes all sorts of things.

Former cartoonist for the newspapers, she became a host of her own little tv show. Where she paints and crafts, showing endless possiblities of creativity.

Her relationship with Henry Hotline developed from friendship to crushing on each other. Maisy's often the one flirted by and gets flustered by Henry.

[cherry-bomb-ships]

Little dump of Cherry x Mojo doodles, including a redraw of a PATB screenshot I saw on Twitter ❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜 Would the ship name be Cherrojo? Mojerry? Fuck it, here they are uwu 💖💖💖

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[mblue-art]

late halloweeen dooodleee

[loveydoveylex]

couples' therapy is going well

[spr1ngbunnypvrin]

Home and Warmth - Drabble & Imagine

At first, it’s just silence. The kind of silence that makes you drift into the space between sleep and awareness, your body melting into the mattress. You had climbed into bed before William even got home, letting exhaustion pull you into a haze. But then—

The door creaks open.

There’s no sound beyond that. No footsteps. No sarcastic remark announcing his return. Just an eerie, absolute quiet before—

THUMP.

The unmistakable weight of another body collapsing onto your back. William.

You let out a muffled oof into the pillow, feeling the full force of him drape over you. The scent of his cologne lingers—muted now, faded with the exhaustion that clings to him. He’s still wearing his coat, which is both uncomfortable and oddly reassuring, because it means he was too tired to even take it off before seeking you out.

His arms lazily snake around your sides, one settling beneath you, the other resting just near your head. His cheek presses against your shoulder blade, his whole body heavy, warm, real. He lets out a low, grumbled sigh, his breath fanning against your skin.

"You’re in my spot, love."

You barely manage to twist your head to the side, voice muffled. “No, you’re in mine.”

There’s a deep hum—not quite a protest, but not agreement either. His grip tightens slightly, though, and he buries his face further into your back.

"Too late. Claimed it."

There’s no fight left in him. Just the slow, steady rise and fall of his breathing against you, the weight of him keeping you anchored to the mattress. He’s dead tired, but he still came straight to you.

You exhale, letting yourself relax underneath him, adjusting just enough so he can get comfortable without suffocating you.

And then, softer—almost sleepily, he mutters against your skin:

"Missed you today."