#rps self insert

[sunburstkisser]

Hey guys. Rock Paper Scissors SI named Crayons. He’s a box of crayons. I totally didn’t make him to kiss a living piece of nerdy paper. Don’t look under the cut or anything there’s nothing there I promise

I told you there was nothing-

Wait no don’t look-

[bashfulkisser]

Fuck it, finally designed a sona for RPS because I desperately need season 2 already-

Meet Honey: Local Baker, Homebody, and Sourpuss!

That's right. Despite their sweet sounding name and appearance, they're.. Not really the nicest. Curt and deadpan in all of their interactions, they're far from neighborly when it comes to the main trio. Rock and Paper they tolerate just fine, but Scissors. Yeahhhhhhh..

(Don't let them fool you, they admire his adventurous nature and go with the flow attitude-)

I hope they fit in okay! I was struggling at first to really get their design down but I'm pretty happy with them now!! And as a bonus here's more of them and Scissors (ft. An updated gijinka doodle because why not)

[msewn]

‧₊˚✩彡 ‘i just wanna get high with my lover…’

summary: nicole x m!reader dating scenarios <3

tw: brief drug use, bullying, cursing, mentions of toxic relationships, nicole being nicole, reader is referred to as ‘you’

a/n: aaa my first fic °՞(ᗒᗣᗕ;)՞° i rlly wanted to write abt nicole because shes so like,,,fun to write about yk….lowercase is intended btw!! ^_^ . divider is from @plutism !!

fic under the cut !

✮ she leaves you for a woman

[demigod-jack-hearth]

THIS IS A SELF INSERT PJO OC RP BLOG

Please don't send donation asks because 1, I'm a minor and can't donate, 2, I feel guilty that I can't donate and 3, I can't tell whether they're scams or not

Moodboard by @reyna4ever

TWs

(mental health issues, SH, suicidal mentions, SA, occasionally gore, swearing)

Family is the most important thing

Name: Jack Hearth she/her

Age: 17. Birthday= 16th December

Sexuality : pansexual

Height : 6"2 (WOOOO, growth spurt)

Gender : female (jack's gone fully fem)

Pronouns : she/her

Godly parent: none/adopted by Hestia @unproblematic-hestia

Legacy of @bast-the-best26 (Egyptian goddess of cats)

Relationship status : single

Patrons

warm orange eyes, swimmers build, celestial bronze hand

Fatal flaw: low self-esteem + personal loyalty

Backstory :

parents died in a car crash, and she was chased by hellhounds, this is where Hestia found and saved her life, she then named her, her champion even if she is mortal, she then helped her get to CHB where she stayed for 6 years, before moving to CJ after the second giant war. She now moves between camps quite often

Powers : fire manipulation, can heal with fire, fire immunity, can summon food, charmspeak, manipulate love, enhanced agility, enhanced senses, partially immortal, plant manipulation, emotion manipulation, can communicate with cats, hydrokinetic, can speak with snakes, can sense monsters, can shapeshift, can control the winds, heals from moonlight, more energy from the moon, can cause someone to go insane, can communicate with dragons, can slightly control dragons, can create hallucinations

Parents : dead

Adopted by

@unproblematic-hestia = mom

@damiedantediane = dad

@mache-of-greece = mama

Siblings :

@thegroovydaughterofhestia

@unfortunate-daughter-of-hestia

@iceweavercatlover

Kids

Face claim :

Cat form

His weapons

There's 2 of these ⬇️

Important starters

Few occ notes

I also run the blog @in-this-together-forever @jacks-best-kid @snowflake-spawn @the-olympus-assassin

OCC is gender fluid - please use they/them unless I've specified

Occ is pan - I will make a lot of jokes about it

A lot of British jokes will be made - I am British

Fanart ⬇️

[king-ofworms]

little portrait references for the characters and OCs in my napoleonic wars roleplay :p

[missazura]

i thought it'd be fun to design that clown henchman outfit. her name's Dollface and there's gas bombs strapped on her neck and wrists if she doesn't do whatever the Joker wants. its hidden under the giant collar, and it'll break if anyone thinks of tampering with it (so Batman would have trouble disabling it).

i want her design to be simple and iconic just like harley's, but i dont' wanna straight up copy her so mine gets more of a rounder/poofier shape in general. its cute!

[three--eyed--cat]

!! pansy parkinson, moodboard!!

[m0ldytofu]

i love cod posting

[chloedoesart]

Some AHiT AU and Condoe RP doodles!

[cybergothvox]

me when i dont know im aro

[sunburstkisser]

I’m not beating the nerd kisser allegations. I don’t think I ever will

[zemond3mon]

Okay so I've been bored, and really back into Supernatural. This is very much a self-ship between my self insert and Crowley. Very gay. Very nice. Character Ai has been fueling my delusions for like the past two weeks. Enjoy a sketch-

[demigod-jack-hearth]

My Gal Is Traumatized

Name : Jack Hearth

Age : 17

Sexuality : pansexual

Pronouns : she/her

godly heritage : adopted by Hestia, legacy of @bast-the-best26

Fatal flaw : low self esteem + personal loyalty

key descriptive features : warm orange eyes, swimmers build, celestial bronze hand

Powers : fire manipulation, can heal with fire, fire immunity, can summon food, charmspeak, manipulate love, enhanced agility, enhanced senses, partially immortal, plant manipulation, emotion manipulation, can communicate with cats, hydrokinetic, can speak with snakes, can sense monsters, can shapeshift, can control the winds, heals from moonlight, more energy from the moon, can cause someone to go insane, can create hallucinations

Status : taken by the perfect @eligha-child-of-hades <3

I've adopted a bunch of kids

I've got a bunch of patrons gods and goddesses

Face claim :

OCC undercut

Hey y'all, I decided to redo my intro post cos I was bored

call mod Jack or Pretzel cos I'm not doxing myself

I'm British, Pansexual, gender fluid and Ace. I will make jokes about all of those things and if you don't like it. Deal with it or fuck off

I also run the blogs @in-this-together-forever @jacks-best-kid @snowflake-spawn @the-olympus-assassin

Moots

I'm gonna list my friends and besties

These are OCC not rp

@emdabitchass

@pink-koi-lovejoy

@formertokenstraight

@reyna4ever

@wretched-meadow

@sleeplessfluid

@boldofyoutoassumeicanspell

@the-smart-and-the-dumb-one

@zariahthewitch

@goddess-of-bubblegum

@silena-daughterofaphrodite

@deciduowl

[raynelbabe]

heyyyyyy :D may i request a hurt/comfort when eddie and reader are broken up and he either gets yelled at in class or fails a test and just cant take it anymore...then he cries an reader comforts him...kiss and make up ok thxxxxx

ty so much for this request! i hope you enjoy it!

Compared to Forever

{1.2k words} eddie x gn!reader , angst, math, people laughing eddie

masterlist eddie s4 fic

It had been two months. eight weeks. 60 days since you and Eddie broke up. Which means you had missed eight shows at the hideout, eight Friday night movies, eight Saturday dates, and possibly a million hugs and kisses. All because you were going to school out of state. Well maybe. You had applied. You didn’t know if you’d get in. You honestly didn’t really think you would. 

But Eddie knew you would. He knew you were an absolute genius who could get in wherever you wanted. And according to him, it would hurt less if you ended things now rather than go the rest of the year knowing you might be leaving at the end of it. And wow was he wrong. You had heard that sometimes emotional pain could be so bad it turns physical but you never thought that was true. 

Now you knew it was. Everything hurt. Your head. Your stomach. Your back. Your eyes from crying. And your chest where your heart sat ripped apart. You felt like any reason you had for living was gone and it took all the energy your body gathered from sleeping just to wake up in the morning. After that, you were practically just running on coffee the rest of the day. 

Days turned into nights and you barely noticed. Feeling more like a robot programmed to be a functioning high school student than an actual person. Eddie wasn’t doing much better. If you felt like your reason for living was gone he felt like the life had been practically sucked out of him.

He didn’t want to break up with you. But when you told him about your college choices he got scared. In an instant all these images of you in another state, meeting new people, meeting new guys, making new friends and new memories flashed before his eyes. You’d forget all about Hawkins and everything in it. Him included. He got scared. So he did what he figured he did best. He ran. 

He ran away from you and the hurt he was expecting at the end of the tunnel not even taking a second to stop and try to save it. And ever since then everything had been going downhill. His van seemed to never work, he always seemed to miss a note when playing, assholes at school seemed more…assholy. The sky was always grey and the grass was always brown and dry. Water and food seemed to taste like shit. 

Everything good in the world was truly gone. Life couldn’t possibly get worse. He was already at rock bottom. But of course, whenever he needed someone to prove that everything could in fact get worse Mrs.O’Donnel was right there. More specifically math. And even more…more specifically the class he had with you. 

You used to sit right next to him but since the break up you moved to the back of the room. And when Mrs.O’Donnel called on him to give the answer you weren’t there to whisper it to him like usual. So instead he floundered. He sat there blankly staring at her, in full panic mode. He had no idea what the quadratic formula was. It didn’t even sound like a real word. And as people around him started to snicker and laugh he did what he felt was expected from him. He ran. 

You sat there, staring at the back of his head wishing you had El’s powers so that he could hear you screaming the answer in your mind. But as you watched him shoot up from his desk you knew he hadn’t been able to hear you. Mrs. O’Donnel only rolled her eyes at what she called, his antics, and called on someone else. But you couldn’t focus. No matter what happened between you. You wanted to know that he was okay. 

So you grabbed your things and his that he left, and raced out the door after him. You knew where you’d find him. The bench behind the school that he had claimed his freshman year. No one ever went there unless they wanted to buy from him. It was a place he knew he could be alone whenever he needed it. It used to be yours too. 

When you found him, his back was turned to you, his hands on his face. You could tell by the way his shoulders were gently shaking that he was crying. “Eddie” your quiet voice brought him out of his solace as he turned around and quickly wiped his face trying to hide his tears. “Um…you left your bag,” you said, holding it out for him. “Oh. Thanks” he mumbled, taking it from you. 

He was still sitting there as you stood there awkwardly deciding if you should leave or stay. He looked up at you and just like always it felt as though the world was black and white but you were in full color. And just like always you couldn’t just leave him. “I’m sorry,” you said. He looked at you wondering what you could possibly have to be sorry for. 

“For moving seats” you clarified. “If I hadn’t I could’ve told you-”

“Don’t apologize for that. I know why you did,” he said, his voice slightly raw from all the crying. “I know but…Mrs.O’Donnel has always been such a bitch to you” you sighed, happy that you got a small laugh from him. “She’s a bitch to everyone,” he said. “True. But especially you. Everyone is” you trailed off, hating how this town treated him. 

“I deserved it.”

“What?!’’ You were shocked. How could possibly think that anything about him made him deserving of being treated like that? “For what I did to you. I deserved it” he told you. Shaking your head, you sat next to him. “No, you don’t. I mean…it hurt, yeah. Still does. Like a lot. But I get it. Maybe you were right. Maybe this’ll be easier” you said. 

“Was it?” he asked, as you looked up as his eyes, bloodshot with bags under them. “No” you shook your head. “You never are.” He could tell there was something else you wanted to tell him. “But?” he asked. 

“But…I got in” you mumbled. “Oh.” A million emotions ran through his body. “Of course you did. I told you. You’re a genius” he said. “I still think you’re wrong,” you said, deciding to do what you didn’t do the first time. Fight. 

“I mean yeah. I’ll be in another state but it’s not forever. I mean there’s Thanksgiving and Christmas. And spring break and summer. Not to mention phones exist-”

“But you’ll be moving on” he interrupted. “You’ll meet other people. Make new friends. You’ll be in some big city doing big things and I’ll just be here holding you back.”

“Says who? You’re just assuming that’ll happen because you’re scared. And I’m scared too but that doesn’t mean you can keep running from me! It’s not fair. You’re not even trying.”

Eddie sighed. He knew you were right. His habit of running was getting old and it was a hard one to kick. But he had to. Life wasn’t going to get any better if he didn’t. You wouldn’t be there if he didn’t stop running. 

“I’m sorry,” he said. “You don’t have to apologize,” you told him. “I do. I keep running from you and you’re right. It’s not fair. You’re the last person I want to run from. I love you.” Smiling you took his hand, you’re other one wiping away his tears. “I love you too. Promise me you’ll try” you asked. 

“I promise.”

“Besides. What’s four years compared to the rest of our lives.”

[missazura]

i listened to a batman asmr and boy i wanna be rescued so bad now

[three--eyed--cat]

!! cho chang, moodboard !!

CHO CHANG

Cho Chang, she was just barely a shell of the person that she used to be. The once bright, outgoing girl had only been shy and timid since her beloved boyfriend, Cedric Diggory had died in the Triwizard tournament. Her friends keep telling her that she needs to get back out there- that Cedric would want her to move on, but how would they know? They didn't know him like Cho did, they didn't see the his personality past the typical, popular boy behavior. He would help her study, being a year above her, he already knew most of the stuff she was learning, sometimes. Sometimes, when Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw were going against each other in quidditch, he'd throw the game and let her get the golden snitch, making her house win. It was the little things, that made Cho really fall for him, none of the 'golden boy' bullshit that surrounded him. On the pitch, Cho was as graceful as a swan, rightfully so, considering that it was her patronus. She loved the arts, music and paintings, especially the intricate, vintage ones that they held at museums. For music, she preferred something soft and delicate, yet heavy with emotion, like Lana Del Ray or Mitski.