#lunas self insert OCs

[chimkin-samich]

Luna and Stuff left unsaid

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 (you are here)/ Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 (ending) ..

[kay-selfships]

[gearvmac]

➥ sir crocodile & crack-shot luna commission from @taco-tuseday

[cringemoth]

I am back again trying to be more consistent with my art! I don’t draw ponies often because it’s HARD but I thought I’d introduce my MLP self-insert/OC! They used to be a self-insert but have since taken on a life of their own lol.

Nightlight is an agender/non-binary pony who prefers to use feminine terms (filly, beautiful, etc.) and they/them pronouns. They’re also autistic and have a habit of infodumping when someone seems interested in their research. They led a pretty antisocial life until they finished their studies and became one of the first ponies to become a dedicated researcher to Equestria’s “darkness”.

Their cutie mark is a set of three eyes beneath a crescent moon. Strangely, it only appears in the moonlight. Some ponies made fun of Nightlight for their cutiemark, claiming that it meant the pony was only supposed to be seen at night, like the scary stories they spent so much time studying. Nightlight, however, loved their cutiemark and saw it as vindication from the universe at large and continued to study. Eventually they were hired by Celestia and became one of the few ponies to learn, adapt and document the history behind Nightmare Moon and Discord prior to the Elements of Harmony being found.

It is because of their many years of deep study that Nightlight is called upon to help Princess Luna adapt to the world after being ‘freed’ from Nightmare Moon. Luna and Nightlight have a strange relationship at first, with Nightlight being unable to stop seeing Princess Luna as the story they studied and Luna being unable to see Nightlight as anything more than one of Celestia’s ‘anti-social little projects’. The two eventually, however, become closer.

[lunajanearabella]

๋࣭ ⭑⚝INTRO TO MY RP BLOG!!

((I do not own Ramshackle or the canon ramshackle characters on this blog, they belong to @zeddyzi so go support the creator of that masterpiece.))

๋࣭ ⭑⚝With that being said...

๋࣭ ⭑⚝𝓛𝓾𝓷𝓪 𝓙𝓪𝓷𝓮 𝓐𝓻𝓪𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓪 𝓑𝓮𝓻𝓻𝔂-𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼 𝓕𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓼๋࣭⋆˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚

Autistic

Same age as the scrap trio

INFP

Spanish & French

Female

She / Her / Hers

ℱ𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎

Elena Jane Flores (Mother)

Daniel Berry-Jones (Father)

Mary Maximilian Hurtado (Step mom)

Josefina de el Monte Flores (Grandmother)

(Can't think of more names...TmT)

𝓕𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼

Vinnie (More exactly her lover), Stone, Skipp, Sora, Zaria, Adi, Pebble, Maggot and the street cats.

𝓝𝓮𝓾𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓵

Tre, Maroon, Karma, Vinyl and Arville (sorry I Don't Know much characters)

𝓔𝓷𝓮𝓶𝓲𝓮𝓼

Ditch & his gang, Her father, maniatic lootbags and streetgangs!

𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓼

Reading

Researching about anything

Literature

The arts

Her hair

Her mom

Romance books

Her jewelry

Vinnie

Sewing

Fashion design

Her garden

Sneaking out

The "strange feelings" she's having and that she hates (the feeling is lesbianism and shell 𝄞♬♪have to stop the world just to stop the feeling♬♪)

Hiding things from her dad

Eating

𝓓𝓲𝓼𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓼

Violent street gangs

Snobby lootbags

Her annoying and weird suitors

Her father

Her step family

Mud

Itchy fabrics

Artblock

Her father finding out her secrets

Luna Jane Arabella Berry-Jones Flores, is my ramshackle sona and lover of Vinnie, She is a rich girl that has a mean and stuck up behavior at the start but slowly becomes sweeter, nurturing, nice and caringto more people, she's also very curious and since she decided to be different LOVES to learn new stuff, but please don't mess with her routine.

She starts off as mean and oblivious and naive as the others until one day she goes to one of the many ramshackle's next top sweetheart pageants as a guest for winning three times when she was a infant, and seeing a certain brunette scrap fight some lootbags, which somehow made her start to have "strange feelings" (she's gay and in love but she needs to listen to Chappell Roan to know that)

She then has more unexpected meetings with Vinnie that is basically Luna and Vinnie bickering, Vinnie pranking Luna in some way and Luna leaving confused, angry but also flustered at Vinnie's nature.

She then starts discovering herself and loses that obliviousness and wants to start getting to know scraps her and Vinnie slowly start becoming friends but always still with a tension.

The thing Luna still is oblivious with her feelings (GOOD LUCK BABE, YOU'LL HAVE TO STOP THE WORLD JUST TO STOP THE FEELING) and I think surely Vinnie thinks Luna is too good for her.

I didn't know how to make a intro for a blog so I took @small-world-au 's intro as a template (of course with their permission) so thankssssssss darling!

Here's some songs that remind me of Luna or her lady and the tramp thing with Vinnie.

(Maybe ill update this if I have more ideas)

Also Ramshackle is owned by @zeddyzi

VOICECLAIM: CASSIE "SKINS"

EDIT!

Luna after the occurrence with Vinnie she starts writing this tiny magazine, where she writes all the towns gossip, she obviously wouldn't be allowed to do this so she writes these tiny magazines with a alter ego called "Lady Amourville" and to not be discovered she also writes a bit of gossip about herself... At the start she writes only about the gossip between the rich folk but then as she becomes less and less ignorant she writes more and more about the scraps at a point where she writes about scraps equally if not more than the rich folk and it slowly becomes a testimony book and a way to show the rich folk that they're not so different from the scraps, that they all have they're dark sides, problems and love affairs and some metal and paper can't make them different from eachother. So it basically becomes a instrument to show her advancing as a character, and also that's it's heavily inspired in Lady Wistledown from "the Bridgertons".

(Maybe I'll start writing little chapters and things about her storyline in ramshackle and her romance with Vinnie, let me know if you'd guys like that and your completely allowed to make fan-things for the Ladytramp (Luna x Vinnie) ship and for my character, as long as you give me credit and also because I LOVE WHEN MUTUALS DRAW AND MAKE FAN-STUFF, FOR MY SELFSHIPS I'LL REBLOG YOU AND THANK YOU A MILLION TIMES LIKE A LITTLE GIRL RECEIVING A TRIP TO DISNEYLAND AND I'M SERIOUS!!!💕💕)

[three--eyed--cat]

!! luna lovegood moodboard !!

LUNA PANDORA LOVEGOOD

She would dance in the rain, splashing around in the puddles, making her pressed flower hair clips fall into the water. She was weird and quirky, always dozing off, staring into outer space, which made some people dislike her, claiming that she needed to be sent to st.mungo's. She was quiet, but was a total sweetheart when she did speak, not that her words ever made much sense, rambling on about something called 'nargles.' or whatever.

[someguythatdrawsstuff]

Oughh it had a nightmare

Thank goodness his gf is nighttime goddess

Background:

[moonstruck-writing]

Gym Confessions [Shinobu Aizawa | Break My Case]

Title: Gym Confessions Pairing: Shinobu Aizawa x OC (self-insert) | Break My Case Rating: T C/Ws: body dysmorphia, insecurities, hurt/comfort, friends to ?, romantic confessions, first person pov, Shinobu and OC are gym buddies, self insert Summary: One day at the gym, I blurt out my insecurities to Shinobu. He tries to comfort me and ends up confessing something, too. Word count: 2.4k A/N: My first entry for the Learning to Love Myself Challenge created by @venulus 💕 this was a journey to write~ but you’ve convinced me of the appeal of self-inserts 🤭 thank you for hosting this Venus!! also wooo new fandom yay!!

Looking in the mirror was one of the things I hated the most about running in the gym. The way I felt, and the way I looked were two very different things, but somehow they always ended up influencing each other.

“You’re here!” I heard a voice coming from behind, and when I looked in the mirror, Shinobu was hopping onto the treadmill next to mine. “You’re earlier than usual.”

There was a reason for it. I didn’t dislike running, and it wasn’t that bad to have it as a warmup. But I absolutely hated running next to people. If I looked at them, I ended up comparing them, their form and speed, to mine. And I also saw how their eyes were always fixed on themselves. So, I ended up feeling like I had to do more, be better, and keep my eyes trained on my face. That was not an easy task.

“Hi, Shinobu.” I smiled at his reflection in the mirror, and he flashed a cheerful smile before starting the treadmill. When I looked back at my reflection, I saw the way my cheeks wiggled with each jump. I quickly looked away, fixing my gaze on one of the empty spaces in the gym that was reflected in the mirror.

I knew I only had a few minutes left, but they felt eternal.

“You’re full of energy today!” Shinobu had a towel around his neck when he joined me in the leg press machine. “I haven’t even seen you take a break at all.”

“I do when I change machines. I have to clean them and all.” I used my fingers to count how many reps I had left for the set.

He sat down next to the wall and took a sip from the water bottle he was holding.

“Are you in a time crunch or something?” He chuckled as I finished the set. When I moved to a different machine after quickly wiping that one, he followed me. “You know, your form has gotten so much better.”

“Has it?” I didn’t see much of a change.

“Yeah. I can tell you’re stronger.” He looked at my body, and his face lit up in a way I couldn’t understand.

“I haven’t seen any changes.” I looked away and hopped onto the lat pulldown machine, hoping to bring the conversation to an end. It’s not that I didn’t like having Shinobu distracting me. He was always the best distraction. But I didn’t like where the conversation was headed.

“Seen? Don’t you feel stronger?” He took off the towel from his shoulders and left it on top of his water bottle, next to the cable and pulleys. He started changing the rope attachments.

“I feel stronger.” Saying that while working out was not something I liked, because it always made me feel like I’d fuck up in the next five seconds. I pursed my lips, trying to focus on the exercise and my breathing. “I get less tired.” That’s something I preferred. “But I look exactly the same.” I regretted it the moment the words left my mouth. They were supposed to stay buried deep inside my mind.

“You don’t look exactly the same.” He briefly stopped his exercise to look over at me, as if he needed to make sure. That was more of an answer to me, than the words he had used.

“But I don’t look fit, either.” I felt anger bubble up inside me and stopped to adjust the weight in the machine.

Shinobu finished his set and patted his forehead with the towel. “What does it mean to look fit?” He hummed, thinking.

I felt my face and neck tensing up in a way exercise couldn’t do. That whole conversation was a mistake. I didn’t want to talk about it. I decided to focus on the exercise and pretend nothing had happened. But the words hung heavy on the air between us, even if it was so cold they could’ve flown away, carried by the AC.

“I don’t know.” I finally said when I was done. “Like those fitness influencers? Where people look at you and they know you exercise.” I got up and busied myself with cleaning. I didn’t want to see his face.

Shinobu played some more with the rope attachments before deciding he was done.

“If you didn’t know me, would you say I exercise?” He approached me after picking up his things from the floor.

When I looked at him, he had his head cocked to one side, and the shadow of a smile haunted his lips.

“Mm, probably not.” I knew now how wrong that first impression had been. He had a lean body and a thin build that could fool anyone. But behind that, he hid insane strength and stamina.

“And knowing what you know, would you say I’m fit?”

The hair escaped through my nose in a bitter laugh. I would never challenge him to anything physical. He was in perfect shape, and he knew it. He had to be, for his job at Aporia.

“What’s your point?” I didn’t want him to beat around the bush.

“Being fit is not a specific body type. Everybody is different and will look different with the same fitness level.” He tutted and exhaled, rubbing his chin. “I look nothing like Gucchi, and even with the same job, he looks nothing like me. He’s a muscle monster, and while that’s cool, I don’t need to be one. Not that I could, even if I tried.” He added with a laugh. “And the level of fitness, or strength, not everybody has to reach the same standards. Exercising is also about functionality. You don’t need the same abilities that I do in your daily life.” He passed the water bottle from one hand to another and drummed his fingers on it.

“But…” I trailed off, not knowing how to let this discomfort get into words. I already knew everything Shinobu said. I did. But somehow, it didn’t matter. “I want to look good.”

Shinobu chuckled, a half-laugh half-cough. Then, when he saw the seriousness in my face, which probably even had a tinge of sadness, his face paled.

“You don’t think you look good?” His voice was almost a whisper, but I managed to hear him through the background music.

“I mean, I still have all that fat and cellulite. And yet, somehow, my legs aren’t big enough.” I spat the words, feeling the hatred for my body taking hold of me like it was something that lived deep down inside and sometimes took control of me. “And my stomach… it’s… it’ll never look good.”

I wasn’t really saying those words to him. I was saying them to myself, he just happened to be there, to have been the one to propel them out of me. And now I felt empty and weak.

Shinobu took a hesitant step towards me, and I felt disgusted. I shouldn’t have put him in this position. I didn’t want his pity, either. I heard him take a sharp inhale, and the need to run tickled my limbs.

“It doesn’t matter. It’s stupid.” I tried to smile but my face only contracted into a grimace. “I’ll go get changed n—”

“No.” He interrupted while his hand wrapped around my elbow, effectively stopping me. “No, it does matter, and it’s not stupid.” His usually cheerful countenance was now darkened by the deep crease between his brows. “But it is not the truth.”

I swallowed, reluctance crawling into my skin. How dared he? From anything I could’ve hoped to hear him say, I didn’t want to be called a liar. I knew myself and my body better than anybody else. I had to look every day in the mirror. No one else did for me. I had to see how my clothes fit, how they hung loose in places while tight in others. It was ridiculous. He knew nothing.

“Let go.” The low and breathy whisper somehow came out dense enough to make him let go instantly. Before he could change his mind, I quickly left the room.

Taking off my sports clothes was somehow harder than any other day. Maybe it was the sweat, but it felt like my body was laughing at me.

When I was finally ready to leave the building, I found Shinobu waiting for me by the entrance.

“Hey,” he pushed off the wall and approached me. “I’m sorry about earlier.”

I clenched my teeth, wanting to say sorry too, but not finding the energy to do so.

“The last thing I want to do is be insensitive. You opened up, and I’m grateful for that.” He offered me a small smile, like a peace offering. “We’re still friends?”

I huffed jokingly, rolling my eyes. Even if I was hurting, I was not in so much pain that I’d push his kindness away.

“Of course. If you still want to be friends with someone like me.” I wanted it to come off as a light-hearted jab, but his face didn’t say the same.

“That, right there, I…” He mouthed, no sounds leaving his throat. “You’re awesome. Of course I want to be friends with you!” The frustration gushed out of his tone. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, his lips pressed into a tight line. When he opened his eyes again, I saw a glint of determination I had never seen before. “I was going to drop it, but honestly? I can’t.”

He suddenly started walking away, and I followed him in confusion. When we reached an empty bench in a less crowded part of the street, he sat down.

“I’m not mad at you, I want to make it clear.” But the softness in his voice would never have led me to even consider he was angry. “I just… I don’t understand.”

His pleading eyes followed me as I sat down next to him.

“You’re incredibly beautiful. And I’m not just saying that, I’ve felt it since we first met.” He played with the straps of his sports bag. “You’re so attractive. The way you dress, how you walk, your hair, your body…” He trailed off, his gaze lost in the space in front of us. “I’m only one guy, but I’m sure there are tons of people out there who see you and think the same. And of course, some people will have a different taste, and there’s social media and its standards, but honestly?” He turned to look me in the eyes. “I don’t know what happened, for you to not know, not be able to see just how incredible you are, and how good you look. Right now. Always.”

Something caught in my throat. Maybe the knife I almost swallowed, the knife that had been wounding me all this time. I could understand what Shinobu was saying, but it still didn’t undo everything else. That knife still existed, trying to tear through the deepest parts of me.

His lips parted in a shaky exhale, and he rubbed his head.

“Dang, does a guy need to out his secrets?” He crouched forward, hands on his knees. Then, he jerked back up again. “I’m not just saying this because I care about you, which I do. These are not empty words I could tell anyone. They are the truth. They are so real…” His eyes alternated between looking at my eyes and taking in my whole expression. “Okay, I’m attracted to you.” He exhaled, the shakiness contrasting with the confidence of his words. “I’m so attracted to you, you wouldn’t even believe it.” He chuckled. “I mean, clearly you don’t, or you didn’t, otherwise we wouldn’t be having this conversation.” He rubbed a hand through his face as if to refocus. “I am so attracted to you, you’re fucking perfect to me. And it hurts to hear you don’t see yourself like that. Because you are. That’s the only reality that exists. You’re gorgeous and hot, and every time I see you, I feel like a million butterflies will take me soaring into the sky.”

“And that thing about your legs, gosh…” He smiled quietly, almost bitterly. “You don’t know how many times I’ve thought about your legs. That time you wore shorts? I almost died. And it would’ve been a happy death.” His eyebrows raised as if he couldn’t believe he was really telling me all that. “And your tummy? Every time I catch the smallest glimpse of your skin when your T-shirt flutters, I swear…” He closed his mouth, swallowing visibly. “It is so dangerously…” He trailed off, looking down and suddenly shifting in his seat. When he looked at me again, something different flickered in his eyes.

“I don’t understand how you don’t like the way you look when it’s so good, I don’t just want to look at you. I want to touch you, too. And shower every bit of skin and flesh and muscle and bone with all the love and praise that they deserve, that you deserve.”

The silence between us was expectant, like the time between thunder and lightning. And I knew now, what it was that I had seen in his eyes. It was new and different, and I didn’t even know how I could recognise it, when nobody else had looked at me like that before.

It was adoration. So clear and simple, like it had always been there, like all along it belonged to me.

Something broke and resettled all at once in my chest. Like a piece of machinery in which the gears finally lined up correctly to make it function properly. Like it should’ve always been.

“I’ll change gyms if you don’t ever want to see me again after this.” His voice was so faint, it made me doubt if I hadn’t dreamed it all. “But I’m hoping we can still be friends?” His eyes searched mine with worry. “I didn’t want—”

“Thank you,” I interrupted, feeling the knife that had been nestled in my throat finally make its way out, by way of my tears. When they fell, I knew I wouldn’t be able to say anything else without sobbing uncontrollably. Instead, I took one of the hands that had been fiddling with his sports bag and held it between mine.

He squeezed back and used his other hand to guide my head to his shoulder.

There, hidden from the few passersby and cradled against his warmth, I felt like for the first time in a long, long time, I could finally breathe.

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A/N: This is my first time posting a self-ship, and I hope you could enjoy reading it, too! I’m still in the middle of the Sly Red chapter of the main story, but I couldn’t wait to write something for Shinobu <3

Interactions, comments and tags mean a lot and they help me keep writing <3 Anon feedback is also welcome

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[iceemoondemon]

I wanted to draw my sona in a random outfit i found on Pinterest lmao

Anyways, mee!~ ✨🌙🌠💀

Hope ya enjoy besties~ /pos

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[chimkin-samich]

Luna and stuff left unsaid

Part 1 (previous) / Part 2 (you are here) / Part 3(next) / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 (ending)

[paninay0]

More of My doc with Phankitty :.0

they have a ship name too btw

it’s 🌹LuNa🌙✨

(🌹🐈‍⬛Lucian x Nnatora🌙🐇)

[moonstonexgallery]

Just a funny doodle of muhself lol XD

[lunaslogs]

Things That Would Get My Character Edited If I Were In The Teen Wolf Universe

Nogitsune: Don't you think you're a little over your head?... you are nothing but a... puny little girl... a pawn... Luna: Sorry. Pawns don't exist in the version I'm playing. --- Noah: What are you doing here? Stiles: What do you mean what am I doing here? What, it's a club! It's a club, we were clubbing, y'know? At the club... Noah: Not exactly your type of "club." Stiles: Uh... Well, Dad, there's a conversation that we- Noah: You're not gay. Stiles: Wh- I could be! Noah: Not dressed like that. Luna: Well... --- Scott: You were on watch last. Isaac: What are you talking about? Luna was on watch last! Luna: No, you were on watch last! Isaac: ... I might've been on watch last. Luna: *facepalms* oh my god. --- Stiles: *gets scratched by the Kanima and gets paralyzed, landing on Derek* Derek: Get him... off of me. Matt: Oh, I don't know, Derek. I think you two make a pretty good pair. Luna: I guess when you put it like that- *gets scratched by the Kanima and gets paralyzed, landing on Stiles.* Luna: That's what that feels like? --- Allison: I've had a lot on my mind. Lydia: You could smile, at least. Ever heard the saying "Never frown. Someone could be falling in love with your smile"? Luna: I thought your mom said that after you got braces in sixth grade. Lydia: Smile, Allison. I'm buying you a dress. Luna: *poking Allison's cheek* Yeah, Allison. Come on! Show those beautiful pearly whites! --- Peter: How long have I been here? Stiles: The lockdown was three months ago. Peter: I've been missing for three months and no one came for me? Luna: *mumbling under her breath* Welcome to the club. --- Allison: Stay behind me and stay quiet. *leaves the car* Isaac: Oh, this is so not gonna end well. Luna: Just so we're clear, we're staying be- Isaac: *leaves the car* Luna: *rolls her eyes and sighs* absolutely no preservation skills. *leaves the car* --- This is Luna, logging off!

[mysunshine-youremoonlight]

!!angel guy. would love 2 draw them if theres any visual or desc hoho

god i wish i had a proper ref for lunafreya ngl............ i will make one. just 4 u

[flutteringfable]

sneak peek at the valentine im making for the love festival box <3 im writing something on the other side but it isnt done yet lolz