#love a self insert moment

[flowerpotmage]

instagram dump w your fav <3 (any random photos, no aesthetic bounds)

thank u for tagging me ro @jasonsmirrorball !!! this is so so cute and i loved ur dump. i ofc had to do my og, my fav, my first husband,,, plus his cat

anyway this is v fun and silly and delightful. tagging @cardamumblessing (forever cursed to be tagged in all my tag games sorry comrade) and @soft-girl-musings and anyone else that wants to do this!!

[applesontheground]

some of my lies are true 💼

KINKTOBER 2024 | DAY TWENTY ONE - BATH/SHOWER SEX

been reading the novelization recently, as i've mentioned, and being reminded of the one scene with him telling christie to wash herself before fucking her was calling to me when i was mapping out this month and saw the bath prompt...

and come on now, like i wasn't going to set aside at least one day for him, right? revisiting him after starting the book and getting even more of his character than i once thought possible with me has been nuts.

p.s. this reader is a returning PR agent from this fic since i liked that setup a ton. she's slowly becoming an OC in the back of my wip folder, but i have a lot of other things going on so she's not 100% there. (yet.)

NSFW | Word Count: 988 | Patrick Bateman x Female Reader contains canon typical/mr. bateman is his own warning, fingering, mild asphyxiation, biting, two weirdos kissing 🎼: x

Keeping up with multiple affairs had been exhausting since meeting Patrick. That was in both personal and professional lives, and you weren’t being paid to keep up with your personal ones, so that was the one that took the fall.

Visiting on a night he was able to clear the evening from his usual rendezvous, endless business lunches and nights out, he asked if you’d come over, bathe yourself, and then see what the two of you would want after. Gladly, craving that harsh love only he seemed to give, the perspective so cold and yet so tempting, fascinating – especially after you had garnered his attention, his need to have you becoming too intense to tease any more without getting your throat cut over it should his fantasies prove larger than life – you accepted, even worked with him and his schedule. It wasn’t like you needed the plans yourself, also having to be up in the morning for a meeting with your manager.

When you had made your way over, he was already running the bath, and the second the door was closed he had given you a couple love bites around your neck in greeting. Leading you into the bathroom, he talked about what new CD he had bought that day, and also what wine the two of you would be drinking. Even while you undressed, hoping he’d notice you shaved, but not anticipating anything outside of what he wanted to focus on, he was talking about his disappointment with the day's episode of The Patty Winters Show.

“You took my advice.” He then observed when you finally stretched out in the milky water of the tub, a hand on your collarbone and feeling the skin of your chest with a warm hand, “You have a much clearer complexion, and I assume that’s from the cleanser I recommended.”

You nodded, “And the lotion. Great combination, I see why you were swearing on it.” He beamed at that, and then commented, “I want you looking pristine, especially if we’re going to be seeing each other more often.”

“You almost make me sound impressive,” You found another word, sitting up more in the bath with a sarcastic tone, “Exclusive.”

“You are." He corrected, speaking more heavily, "and I’m thinking that you’re playing dumb with me. You know that you are.” He reminded with a hand ghosting around your neck before pulling away. “Especially now that no one else besides me is going to be sleeping with you.”

That was a work in progress, knowing he was still engaged to Evelyn, having a sidepiece discussion with Courtney…and you didn’t believe he was done with any other hookups outside of that. His friends were just as messy and scandalous, and considering you always had a project open at his office, it was a hopeless game to try and fight over. That was something you were going to ask regardless, and even if he lied you knew that he didn’t really care about how you felt now that the two of you were in a comfortable attachment, knowing you wouldn’t resist if he asked you to come over next week despite the truth hanging in front of the both of you.

You then looked up and asked, “I feel selfish, are you getting in the bath too or is this just to watch me?” He stared through you, letting the silence and the sound of the water against the tub fill it, before finally standing up again with another drink from a whisky tumbler. He shouldered his robe off, showing his body to you and satisfied with the way you sized him up.

“Normally, I don’t join with the prostitutes I bring home. The washing is solely for them,” He explained, one leg in the tub and you taking in his physique while listening, “And I don’t think it’d be smart to be in the same bath as them. Don't you think, [Y/N]?”

You grinned, tipping your head as you amicably replied, “Sure.”

“Good.” He lowered in, and then gestured, “Sit between my legs.” You did as you were told, sliding in and letting his arms come around your sides, a casual hand touching you and the other running along your body, soaked in warm water and making you sigh deeply.

“Is MacDermott still picking up trash off the streets at Tunnel?” He asked, and you replied, “Yes. Caught Chlamydia sometime last month, and now it’s my job to hide the break his wife wants to take, keep him from losing composure at work.” Bateman laughed in your ear, breathing against your shoulder as he scrutinized, “Dumb bastard.”

“And what about you?” You then asked, his finger trailing up your sternum now, probably imagining what it would look like if he dug inside with a knife to see it for himself. His morbid thoughts couldn’t help but become yours some nights, especially when he wasn’t indulging you by telling you.

“Evelyn asked me if I would accompany her to a live show, even though she knows I hate it.” He started to rant, splashing you with the water but you digressed in favor of simply listening, “I can’t stand her friends, and of course she invited them too so they can cluck like hens all night, already shrieking about how much she’s always loved George Michael. I could care less.”

You looked up behind you, “Since when did you hate George Michael?”

“Since I first heard him.” He gritted, the hand returning to your neck. He then leaned in with access to your lips from your turn, kissing hard and making sure to bite your bottom lip in a red hot pressure before releasing. The idle hand went back down, once again prodding your entrance and slipping inside when you showed a sign of discomfort.

"Nice of you to shave," He commented, kissing you again as he finally turned the water off.

[grimmweepers]

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ 𝓻𝔂𝓾𝓱𝓪𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓶

there was an ache in my heart when i awoke in a strange, beautiful world that wasn’t my own. even as months turned to years, i still missed the familiar skies, the voice of loved ones and the home i had left behind. i wrote letters that went nowhere and whispered silent prayers that reached no one. it was like i was plucked from my own reality and placed in a world where i didn’t quite belong.

yet, as much as i longed for home, i was determined to learn in this new life. sumeru became my sanctuary and the akademiya, my solace. i learned their languages, customs, and secrets while sharing stories of the stars, landmarks, and beauty of my own world. the scholars listened, fascinated by the similarities and differences, but none more than al-haitham—a student assigned to guide me through this foreign land. he was a quiet presence. thoughtful and curious. he did not pity me.

and over time, he went from guide to peer to something more. over time, i wasn’t just seeking knowledge but also him. but what was the point? what was the point of falling for him if one day, i could just disappear—vanish back to my world, leaving him and teyvat behind? this could slip away at any moment. this might be as fleeting as a dream.

despite all reason, i still found myself loving him deeply. in a world that wasn’t my own, he had become my home.

𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬: very slow burn, mutual pining, friends to lovers

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐔𝐒: 22.10.22 | playlist | genshinverse ryu

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐒: modern au | season of love

[ribbonpinky-art]

sideyshowy bobby

[selfshiplog]

imagine you're outside with your f/o. perhaps you're helping them with some work, or maybe youre just on a walk. it's been overcast all day- and you feel a drop of water hit your nose. your eyes open wide in suprise, meeting theirs with a grin.

and then, in half a second, it all starts to come down at once. maybe you rush to get inside, or maybe you let yourselves have some simple fun outside. but there's a moment where you meet their eyes again. their face flushed with color from the chill, water slowly beading down their face, hair stuck to their skin. and you notice they've been staring at you, drenched and laughing and enjoying the moment. it's like falling in love at first sight with each other all over again; you both get to see each other not trying to be perfect and composed but still totally smitten.

[jo-gakky]

my favorite version of Buggy is when he's sad and pathetic and beaten down <333 and then also whenever he's just being him- Thats my favorite too :)

[rubixcuby]

I love you Luke Skywalker <3

[jrueships]

Paul George on Stephen A. Smith’s Kawhi Leonard jab: “I didn’t like that moment… Kawhi wants to play… We exhausted a lot out of Kawhi this season. So at some point your body breaks you down… I didn’t appreciate that moment. I know I laughed because the situation was lighthearted, but deep down it was like you gotta let that go, Stephen A.”

Paul George, knight in shining armor

[unknownarmageddon]

Cringetober day 2: Self Insert

[fangsandsoftgrass]

For the oc fandom asks, what was Cirwedh’s darkest moment

Oof this one is hard tbh. Take a shot every time I say Y'ffre LMAO

Cirwedh as a whole is a very tragic character, and has many dark moments in her life I can think of, but if I had to pick one to talk about here it would probably be her transformation into a Lycanthrope. She broke every oath shed sworn and the most sacred rule of the Pact. The immediate sense of severance from the Green was almost life-ending. She had no family, nobody back home she could go to, they would turn her away. She was an abomination, and an affront to Y'ffre and everything she knew growing up. I think werewolves are marked by their condition, maybe it's subtle, maybe it's glaringly obvious, but something about a person fundamentally changes when they become a Lycanthrope and leaves them marked for life. She couldn't explain any bit of her new appearance without people knowing what she was, and it was heartbreaking returning home to Valenwood and being shunned the moment she removed her hood. For the first time since she lost her soul, she is utterly alone in her world and has no way of reconciling with her people or their god. Innkeeps turn her away, clergy are disgusted, people are scared of her. She's alone. She kinda runs away to Auridon, and lives in complete isolation for like a year before she's called to Orsinium, but there's still so much shame that she deals with every day and she has these moments where she just screams and screams into the dirt and begs for forgiveness because she truly can't see herself living any further if she's not Y'ffre's chosen anymore. Her connection to the Green was the one thing she held onto despite losing herself and now that's gone too. She can still use her Magicka, but she's no longer divine. Not in the literal sense, anymore. Gladriel is a big part of why she survived it too. She never left her side during her isolation before Orsinium, leaving the small seaside property Cirwedh was given during her first year serving Ayrenn, and hunts/gathers so Cirwedh won't starve. She cleans her like a cub every night because she stopped bathing herself. She is the one constant that Cir can depend on and despite her new condition she loves her and cares for her. Eventually when she receives the invitation to Orsinium she sees it as an opportunity to leave behind everything familiar and be someone again. Somewhere nobody knows her or what she's supposed to look like, or what she's done other than the heroics. She's able to help people again, and it's something she so desperately missed during isolation.

Of course she comes to terms with her condition, and eventually is reconnected to the Green and renewed by Y'ffre, but the whole thing remains a scar on her heart that she cannot forget. I personally hc that her lycanthropy is a result of calling upon the Wild Hunt, or at least the magic of it. It's not a disease she contracted, or was given by Hircine, it's just her. She's a shape shifter, like the Bosmer of old. She could be cured only by Y'ffre, but she's forced to live with it as a form of punishment when she's first spoken to again by her god. She has to live with the consequences, but eventually (after many years bc again, there's no way all of these mf chapters are happening in the same year) she becomes more in-tune with the wilder side of being a Bosmer, and worshipping Y'ffre, and comes to love her lycanthropy because it's just another way she can worship Y'ffre.

[rexscanonwife]

OURGGGHHHH,,,

JUST WATCHED THE STAR TREK EPISODE WHERE DATA CREATES A CHILD TO RAISE....

[bookwyrminspiration]

maetheellen's oc creator

I made my character for keepblr trick or treat!! his name's Soren and he's a polyglot/conjuror. he's in the elite levels, interning in the elite towers' library :3

he thinks you all seem very nice but you're really really not supposed to be here (the towers are off-limits) you're going to get us all in so much trouble and how?? did you even get in here?? please oh god what do I have to give you to get you to go away--

[shroomline]

this might slowly become a vox machina blog because i am obsessed with vax

[bvttercvp-l0ver]

Forgor to post this w.i.p here oops

[buttercup-barf]

Under the cut are mostly self-insert doodles of decreasing quality. Again, not much directly tied to Team Fortress 2. Might as well toss these out while I have no access to my puter. Much yapping under the cut and in the tags incoming.

Another self-insert, this time less of a "here's me as a tenth class" and more of a "here's my game experiences translated into the class I would take the place of". The Cleaner. Although I guess they could still be wearing either suit. It doesn't matter that much.

That one Convict's Case taunt with Backup would be extremely funny, because the man would be on the verge of a breakdown (he does not want to go to jail so bad you have no idea). The second image- I owe no explanation. You know what I am. You see the pattern with my favourites.

The duality of the man. Resting face versus "just heard you express interest in religion/Russian folklore" face. He's not that hard to make friends with, when you pull him away from all the explosions.

Some doodles of trying to figure his face out. Unfortunately, the more I stare at him, the more I worry that he looks like A Certain Guy With The Last Name "Kazarin", and the fear of never being original in my life caught up to me.

Don't look at me, don't perceive me, I refuse to explain any of my actions to you.

[aeb-art]

so i made myself sad with this one actually oopsies

mall toons belong to @8um8le 🙇