#self inser

[caramelteaa]

I rotate them in my brain almost daily

It brings me comfort :)

[salemripley]

Ohhhh boy me and my husband!! Hope nothing bad happens!!

[clottedcreamtea]

CHAPTER TEN.

yeah. hey. it gets good in this one. and by good i mean it gets kinda awful lol. took me a while to decide what direction i was gonna go here. I'm happy with it.

enjoy!

"You two! Stop that!” A knight called to the pair of Cookies currently racing down the Hollyberry Kingdom halls.

The Cookies laughed loudly, still running alongside each other happily. “Where are we running to again?” Royal Milk Tea Cookie called to Clotted Cream Cookie.

“I’m not sure!” He happily called back. “I figure that if we just run in one direction, eventually we’ll run into something useful!”

The halls grew longer and longer, lined with velvet carpet and paintings portraying the royal bloodline of the Hollyberry Kingdom. Royal Milk Tea Cookie thought back to Dark Cacao Cookie and his family portraits, one of which had his half-brother in it. The same half-brother that had to be crumbled due to his hubris. It was a dark story, Royal Milk Tea Cookie knew. It was something the Cacao line and the Milk line would carry forever in their jam. 

Clotted Cream Cookie noticed his friend slowing down. “Hey,” He stopped the race, slowly coming to a stop in the center of the hall. “Everything alright?”

Royal Milk Tea Cookie blinked several times, shaking himself out of deep thought. “Yeah,” He nodded. “Everything’s fine. I’m just thinking back to Dark Cacao Cookie.”

The golden-haired Cookie nodded. “Do you want to talk about anything?”

“No. I’m okay, I promise. We should keep looking for someone who might know about Tea Knight Cookie or Oat Milk Cookie.”

“Tea Knight Cookie?” A prim voice sounded from behind the two. They had stopped their informal race right in front of the royal museum wing. This tall, thin Cookie wearing what appeared to be a beret speared with a quill had emerged, staring down the new arrivals. “I know of a Tea Knight Cookie. Why do you know of him?”

Clotted Cream Cookie looked to his shorter counterpart, who swallowed before speaking. “He’s my father. Who are you?”

The Cookie scoffed, tossing platinum hair behind his green robes with one hand, the other hand occupied by several scrolls. “I am Eclair Cookie. The head of the Tea Leaf Order’s trusted comrade in battle!” His voice pitched up toward the end, indicating what he was saying was… less than true. 

“Trusted comrade?” Clotted Cream Cookie repeated, facial expression twisted and an eyebrow raised in suspicion. “A valiant knight trusted a history teacher in battle?”

“History teacher? Oh, please!” “Espresso Cookie told me about you during his time in the Republic. I’ve heard about many of his coworkers at the Parfaedia Academy.”

The Cookie turned red with what must have been anger. He began to scoff repetitively, shuffling the many scrolls he was holding and turning to reenter the room he’d just emerged from. He muttered something as he turned, about Espresso Cookie and how he likes to remember things whenever he pleases.

“I’m sorry, did we offend you?” Royal Milk Tea Cookie spoke up, following the Cookie into the museum wing. “My friend–” The shorter Cookie shoved the taller of the two to emphasize the damage that had just been done. “Was just running his mouth foolishly. We’re trying to find Tea Knight Cookie because Earthbread is in danger!” Eclair Cookie turned on his heel, intrigued. “Danger?”

“Yes! There is a dragon currently on its way across all of the kingdoms, looking for my mother because of a promise she broke.”

“Come this way,” Eclair Cookie grabbed Royal Milk Tea Cookie by the wrist, dragging him into the wing further, approaching a large alter-esque display filled with dragon claws and sketches of wings. “I have an atlas of many dragons spotted across Earthbread. Which dragon is after you all?”

The historian opened a large book, turning to a page that had several types of dragons listed, each associated with a color and a trait. Royal Milk Tea Cookie scanned the page until he reached the Blue Dragon; The Wish Dragon.

“That one,” He pointed to the icon of a lotus-adorned dragon. “That’s the dragon after us right now.”

Eclair Cookie nodded solemnly, closing the book after having identified the threat at hand. Clotted Cream Cookie made his appearance, body language stressed. He placed a hand on Royal Milk Tea Cookie’s shoulder which was quickly met with a hand placed atop it. Eclair Cookie raised his eyebrows at the interaction but made no verbal mention.

“The Blue Dragon, also known to other Dragon Cookies as the Lotus Dragon Cookie, is a dragon that grants wishes to Cookies with the stipulation that, after one thousand wishes, the next Cookie shall be crumbled to sustain the dragon’s life force and allow it to grant more wishes. 

“Each wish is made as a promise between Cookie and the dragon. You said Tea Knight Cookie is your father. Did he make the wish to the dragon? No– you mentioned it’s after your mother?” Eclair Cookie stopped the information overload and allowed his acquaintances to speak.

“Yes, my mother, Oat Milk Cookie. She was a powerful healer in the Milk Village in the Dark Cacao Kingdom.” Royal Milk Tea Cookie tightened his hand on Clotted Cream Cookie’s.

“Do you know about her wish?”

“Yes,” Royal Milk Tea Cookie nodded. “There was a legend, actually, that spread throughout the Crème Republic. About my birth and my parents. She wished for safety on my journey and for success in adulthood.”

“And you’ve met those requirements?”

“Yes. The dragon told me itself that time was up on the promise made between my mother and it.”

Eclair Cookie made several sounds that sounded like mutterings, but neither Clotted Cream Cookie nor Royal Milk Tea Cookie could understand him. He paced for a few moments before reopening the dragon atlas and turning to a new page, this time with words that neither Republican could understand.

“This is Dragontongue, a language only spoken by an ancient clan of dragon hunters and riders. Lucky for you, I understand the basics and this is a simple set of terms for each dragon and how its power works.” The olive-toned Cookie cleared his throat and began to translate. “To break the thousandth whisper– no, wish– of the Blue Dragon, the next of kid– kin! Must sacrifice himself in place of the instinctual… initial!” Eclair Cookie let out a puff of laughter. “This is quite hard, you know. Ahem. The initial wisher. That’s all it says.”

Royal Milk Tea Cookie slumped forward, trying to scan over the page to no avail. He could not read in Dragontongue. “I’ve already made that deal with the dragon!” He groaned. “If I fail to find Oat Milk Cookie, the dragon already said he’d take my Soul Stones as a replacement. This is no help!”

“Teacup–”

“Not the time, Clotted Cream Cookie!” Frustration was brewing within Royal Milk Tea Cookie’s jam and he began to summon the licorice blobs around his character before taking a few deep breaths and remaining calm.

Eclair Cookie ignored the couple’s meaningless spat in favor of reading further down the page. He made a mental note to comment on the power Royal Milk Tea Cookie seemed to hold at a later date. Eclair Cookie shook his head and sighed, shutting the atlas. “I’m sorry, Cookies. If you’ve already learned about this dragon, I lack further knowledge to assist your quest.”

Clotted Cream Cookie sighed heavily, walking away from his partner. “The dragon has been dealt with, you’re right. Nothing you say can help us further with that issue, I’m sure. But you did say you were Tea Knight Cookie’s trusted friend in battle, didn’t you?”

Eclair Cookie’s face turned a pale shade of pink, eyes darting around the room. “Oh, well I did say that, but don’t we all say some things that we don’t mean?” Clotted Cream Cookie stared onward at the historian, making him continue to falter.

“Yes! I know of Tea Knight Cookie. We are often in communication. He never mentioned any child, though…” Eclair Cookie remarked. Clotted Cream Cookie appeared upset at the murmur but said nothing. “The reason I’m here at the Hollyberry Kingdom currently is to collect dragon artifacts to bring back to the institute where my associates may study them further, and so that Tea Knight Cookie may learn about the enemy he never quite defeated.”

“Never defeated?” Clotted Cream Cookie urged.

“Oh, you two are so good at repetition, aren’t you?” Eclair Cookie remarked sassily. “Yes. Your little republic may be unknowing of the battle that took place not long ago, but a team of brave wizards, paladins, and myself all fought the Green-and-Red Dragon after a rift formed in the sky. We didn’t quite defeat him as he flew off after he’d been weakened. Tea Knight Cookie still seeks revenge.”

Royal Milk Tea Cookie lit up behind the pair currently conversing, quickly straightening himself and rushing over to Eclair Cookie. “Do you know where he is now? The Parfaedia Institute?”

Eclair Cookie shook his head. “No, no. He said he had matters much more important to attend to before he returned to Parfaedia. Said he had family in the Vanilla Kingdom he needed to meet with.”

This was it! Royal Milk Tea Cookie’s eyes widened in success, hands finding Clotted Cream Cookie’s arm as he shook the taller of the two with excitement. “Clotted Cream Cookie!” He exclaimed, voice high-pitched with excitement. “We’ve tracked down Tea Knight Cookie! We’re almost there!”

Victory at long last, he thought. Only a day’s journey to the Vanilla Kingdom, and the dragon was nowhere in sight. There was plenty of time to relax in the Hollyberry castle and wait to leave until morning, when the group of Cookies would reach Tea Knight Cookie and solve the curse that was unfolding before them all.

“THANK YOU, ECLAIR COOKIE,” The building rumbled intensely, growing from a small shake to a large earthquake-like motion, tossing the trio to the ground, along with shelves among shelves of books and historical objects. Chunks of gold and magenta fell from the ceiling, nearly missing the group on the ground by hairs every time it fell. “THIS INFORMATION HAS BEEN QUITE HELPFUL FOR MYSELF. YOU AMUSE ME, MILK TEA COOKIE. YOU KNOW YOUR QUEST IS FUTILE AND YET YOU CONTINUE ON. WHY? IS THIS WHAT IT MEANS TO BE A COOKIE? CHASING THINGS YOU KNOW YOU WILL NOT ACHIEVE AND YET DOING IT ANYWAY?”

Royal Milk Tea Cookie looked up at the great hole in the ceiling that had been created by the Blue Dragon, who was currently staring at the Oyster heir, speaking without moving its mouth. It was menacing in all senses. Royal Milk Tea Cookie couldn’t move. 

“YOU LACK THE WORDS TO RESPOND TO ME. NO MATTER. I KNOW WHERE I MUST BE HEADED. I TRUST YOU HAVE ALREADY PLANNED A PATH TO THE VANILLA KINGDOM. IT TAKES A DAY TO REACH THE VANILLA KINGDOM OR SO AND YOU’VE COME TO UNDERSTAND THAT MY FLIGHT WAS TO TAKE A FULL WEEK TO REACH MY FINAL DESTINATION,” The dragon made a noise that Royal Milk Tea Cookie could only describe as laughter. He felt pathetic. 

“FOOLISH COOKIE. THE POWERS OF ANCIENT DRAGON MAGIC LIE WITHIN MY DOUGH. IT WILL TAKE ME MERE HOURS TO REACH THE VANILLA KINGDOM IF I SO CHOSE FOR IT TO BE SO.” The dragon stopped and seemed to consider things before he continued. “STILL, I WILL STRETCH THE JOURNEY. YOUR WORDS MAY BE FALSE, PROFESSOR, AND SO I WILL SEARCH PARFAEDIA BEFORE I REACH THE VANILLIANS. I TRUST TO SEE ALL OF YOU IN THREE DAYS.” The dragon shot a sharp glance at all three Cookies, making it a point to drop a chunk of ceiling for each Cookie. Three days. “FAREWELL, MILK TEA COOKIE. I WISH YOU LUCK ON YOUR QUEST TO AN UNATTAINABLE GOAL.” The dragon made the laughter noise again before pushing off of the domed ceiling and flying off into the pristine white clouds that soared above the kingdom.

Water was falling from the sky. Was it raining? No. No, he was crying. Hollyberry Cookie had run into the museum wing. Another Cookie– Wildberry Cookie followed her inside. So had several knights and soldiers. Captain Caviar Cookie, the Pearl Legion guard, and Financier Cookie were all here too. How did everyone get here so fast? Why was everyone’s mouths moving and yet no one was saying anything? Someone was shaking him. Hands. Warm hands. 

“...ilk Tea Cookie!” It was Clotted Cream Cookie. There was jam leaking from his forehead. He was pulling Royal Milk Tea Cookie up by the armpits, lifting him off the ground as delicately as possible. “We need to go. The ceiling is collapsing. Please, stand up!”

Royal Milk Tea Cookie looked around, watching as chunks of the ceiling continued to fall down around him, destroying bookshelves and fossils, nearly crumbling Cookies everywhere they walked. Eclair Cookie was nowhere to be seen. He must have already run out.

“Please, I need you to stand up and walk with me out of here. Hollyberry Cookie and Wildberry Cookie already escorted Eclair Cookie out. Everyone is waiting for us in the hall. We need to move or we’ll–”

“WATCH OUT!” Hollyberry Cookie shouted, running toward the pair and pulling out her shield, blocking a boulder-sized piece of marble from falling directly on both Cookies. “Get out!” The Quen Mother shouted. “Now!”

Clotted Cream Cookie stopped waiting for the caped Cookie to gain his composure and chose to simply begin dragging him out of the room. Stepping over shattered sugar glass and fractured marble, the pair eventually made their way out of the structurally unsound room. Hollyberry Cookie and the rest of the guards filed out as well, just in time for the ceiling to collapse into the room, resulting in a large puff of flour-y smoke erupting and dusting all of the escaped Cookies in a layer of white.

“We need a medic!” Hollyberry Cookie called to her guards.

“Why do we need a medic?” Royal Milk Tea Cookie managed. He looked around at the Cookies gathered. He made another note of the scratch on Clotted Cream Cookie’s forehead. “Are you okay?” He moved his hand to wipe the jam away from the cut. Weird. There was already jam on his arm.

Clotted Cream Cookie had tears welling up in his eyes. Emerald green was glossed with stars that Royal Milk Tea Cookie felt he could get lost in if he kept staring. He smiled. What a pretty Cookie to fall in love with. He was lucky to finally have him to himself. His eyes felt heavy. Royal Milk Tea Cookie let out a yawn.

“No,” Clotted Cream Cookie’s voice cracked with the single syllable. “Royal Milk Tea Cookie don’t close your eyes. We need the medic to arrive, okay? Can you wait for the medic?”

Royal Milk Tea Cookie smiled and laughed for a moment before coughing. “I’m tired, Clotted Cream Cookie. I just want to shut my eyes for a minute.”

“No,” Another voice chimed in. “I’m sorry, Prince Oyster, but I’ve been absent from the task of protecting you and I’m sorry, but your mother will have my head if I return you in this state. You must stay awake.” The Pearl Legion guard’s voice was shaky. Why did everyone sound so scared?

“Clotted Cream Cookie,” Royal Milk Tea Cookie felt fear set into his dough. Jam on his arm. Everyone was crowding around him. “What happened to me?” His breathing quickened. “Am I going to be okay?” Something was wrong. Something that he couldn’t see and that everyone else could.

The consul was quick to answer, hands roaming every part of Royal Milk Tea Cookie. Jam spread across his once-white cloak and gloves. “Of course, you will be, Teacup. You’re going to be fine. Just stay awake. Once the medic arrives you can sleep all day.”

“Not all day,” Royal Milk Tea Cookie corrected, vision blurring. “The dragon… we need to get to Vanilla Kingdom. Before he does.”

“Royal Milk Tea Cookie,” It was Financier Cookie joining in. “You must stay awake. Talk less if you must but you are forbidden to shut your eyes.”

He scoffed. “Oh, like I was forbidden to fall in love with your fiance?” Financier Cookie was taken aback. “If I’m on my deathbed I can say whatever I’d like, can’t I?”

“He’s here!” Hollyberry Cookie shouted to the group surrounding Royal Milk Tea Cookie. “He’s here. Everyone, stand aside for a moment. We need him on the stretcher.”

Stretcher? “Woah!” Royal Milk Tea Cookie felt nausea overtake his senses as he was suddenly pulled from the ground and laid upon a cotton surface. Much more comfortable than the velvet and marble ground that he had been laying on. “I’m…” The vomit escaped his mouth before the words of warning did. He wasn’t sure who had gotten splashed and who hadn’t. The cotton surface was moving now (which didn’t help the nauseous feeling at all) and Royal Milk Tea Cookie squeezed his eyes shut to cope with the movement.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can, Teacup!” Clotted Cream Cookie’s voice was far away now. Royal Milk Tea Cookie enjoyed the darkness his eyes had brought him. He really was tired. The white cotton was turning pink for some reason, but Royal Milk Tea Cookie dismissed it. If this were to be his last moments on Earthbread he’d rather imagine a happier scenario than bleeding out on a cotton stretcher.

[pastelpousay]

New color palette 🥳!!!!

Also kissy kissy Hadina!!! It’s been so long since I’ve draw them being all romantic ughhh 😭😭 BUT ANYWAYS IM KINDA IN LOVE WITH HER NEW COLORS LIKE LOOK AT HOW SWEET AND WARM SHE LOOKS SIKDNDNDKKDKE OMGGGG SHES SO BAMBI CODED GUYS YOU DONT UNDERSTAND (also I didn’t use the exact colors of the muses but they did help!! Also the color tends to change on the lighting in the scene which is often 💀 so yeaaaa!!!)

Art taglist: @re3tro0 @delicatestringbean @persephoneflowerpetals @maddieinheaven @glacier-alchemist @dreamwinged

[s0fter-sin]

sometimes i think about how wild a mw2 movie would be if they just dropped soapghost right in the middle with no warning or marketing. like imagine it being beat for beat the exact same, it’s your typical military action movie, promoted as just another military action movie then after they get to the safe house, ghost has to patch up soap and he’s still out of it, overwhelmed by the betrayal and everything he’s seen and ghost needs to ground him and keep him in the present, to remind him that he’s alive and safe so he kisses him and they have sex. the tantrums and the rants and the “ReAl sOLdiErS aRen’t liKe ThAt”, god i can taste it and it’s delicious

[sleepy-crypt1d]

the release of the book of bill has me thinking about some things

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[spocks-husband]

I really wanna write this OC x OC trek fic-- basically just my own miniseries-- but I don't think anyone would actually wanna read it 😭

[peachy-puddin-cup]

Forgive me y’all as I may go into a Gravity Falls hyper-fixation spiral since I just watched it and ordered the Book of Bill. Avert your eyes if you wish not too look lmao

[stardustlyssa]

breaks canon so my witchsona can be a silly critter

[honeybunsart]

do i write fluff or angst, that is the question.

also shoutout @radishly for getting me re-obsessed with Haikyuu and making a little self insert team with me

[kiraleestudios]

🖍!

Here's your girl, Natasha, my personal self insert! Her friends call her Nat or at least they would if they were around.

Funfact! Since she is a multi-fandom OC, Nat is paired up with quite a few characters! Namely Salvatore Moreau (RE: Village), Bob Velseb (Spooky Month), Guzma (Pokémon), Roulxs Kaard (Deltarune), and Wally Darling (Welcome Home)!

[lemondoddle]

Back on my bullshit and by bullshit I mean watching prep and landing and becoming mildly obsessed with the littlest guy ever

[soupedepates]

Kasem (who is mentioned) belongs to @noa-de-cajou <3

"I don't think you understand, I am not celebrating Christmas and I haven't since, well, since I am eighteen I think?" "How did you marry my best friend by being so fuckin' stupid?" Tatiana said harshly. "Get in the car, loser, we're going shopping. I promised Kasem I'll make up to you so come and bring your ugly ass into my marvelous car." "Bitch", he whispered while obeying. "What, slut?"

Gaspard sighed before taking on his safety belt.

"Seriously? I am just out of the hospital, why do you come tormenting me?" "I am not tormenting you, I am sucking up my hatred because I feel guilty toward you. I'm trying to be kind." "You're failing miserably", he smiled. "Shut your whore mouth, Blondie." "You're blond too, idiot."

They remained silent for the ten following minutes, but because they visibly couldn't stay polite with each other, they started shouting smut and slurs when Tatiana tried to put on some music.

"You're vulgar, Tatiana, you're vulgar." "Okay, Christian bourgeoisie? I hope I am fucking vulgar!"

An argument that stopped right when they got into the mall. Of course Gaspard wasn't feeling alright with all those people around, looking at him, dissecting by their glare his behaviour... And Tatiana got nervous when she realised they were out in public, with a lot of potential threats way too close for her to feel comfortable.

"I want to go back in the car", he said. "Agreed. Let's retreat." "This isn't cowardness." "Nu-uh. Strategic retreat", she approved.

They went back in Tatiana's car, and stayed still for a moment.

"Never again", the woman murmured. "Yeah." "I hate being around people more than I hate you." "This is... reciprocated", Gaspard admitted. "Not good for the NPD, you know." "Not good for social anxiety as a whole", she completed. "Whaaat, don't give me that glance, I know for a fact you're as socially anxious that I am, it is in the trauma package right next your personality disorder and my anorexia."

He snorted. She snorted back.

"I am... Well, I wanted this to be a good moment for you, mainly, and..."

Gaspard thought about his response for a minute or so, weighted every word, wondering if it wouldn't sound condescending.

"You tried, and that's... okay-ish. I have enough grudge to hold against you already so it's no big deal." "Oh fuck you", she said jokingly. "Let's head back home, coffee?" "Oh yeah. Let's bitch about things on your wonderful sofa. Still have Netflix?" "As far as I know?" "Gooood. RuPaul's Drag Race it is."

[lemonhemlock]

I honestly think in 99% of ships you'll find a certain number of shippers who are self-inserting into one of the characters, and, like you pointed out, there's nothing wrong with that. Let people do what they want. But most shippers, even Lucemonds really, actually like the ship itself and its dynamic, why is it so hard for the people who dislike it to understand this? Painting everyone as a self-inserter is just a pathetic excuse to bully people for what they personally like while making yourself sound like an intellectual ("oh look this losers are misinterpreting things on purpose and only want to self-insert to fuck the male character and **insert other stupid justifications** while MY ships are the epitome of amazing storytelling, true love with unproblematic dynamics and everyone who likes them is a super smart person who GETS IT" and so on lol) …just say you hate the ship and go, you're allowed to have as many NOTPs you want. Seriously, does anyone think there aren't self-inserters who ship Alysmond? Or Daemyra? Case in point, some Alysmond shippers even compare themselves to Alys calling themselves goth and witchy lol (example: https://twitter.com/angelflrt/status/1603176806395179008 and there are more, especially among the Aemondwives. Now you'll have to take me at my word since I didn't take a screenshot but I myself had seen someone on Reddit some months ago who flat out said she can't wait for the sex scenes between Alysmond so she "can live through her" lmao and I'm sure others have noticed similar instances as well)…but good for them though? Just face it, if you want to make a case, you can find similar examples for pretty much all ships out there.

exactly, all ships everywhere have both self-inserts AND people who ship the ship bc of theme/dynamic appreciation or whatever. we're all dilly-dallying here, so what's the point. what are you even going to do when you identify people self-inserting in your own favourite ship and your house of cards argument comes crushing down?

also spot on with the "MY ships are an intellectual pursuit while yours are an immature way of engaging in fandom" attempt at divide et impera

[pastelpousay]

Hades just has to be the luckiest guy in the underworld right??

Also uhh I made an Instagram acc 😽

UHM THE WAY I FORGOT HER BANDAGES WTF ANYWAYS— yea lineless art cuz I was bored, also sorry I hadn’t posted on a bit

(The way Hades is literally drooling for her rn- OKAY LEMME STOP IT)

Taglist: @re3tro0 @delicatestringbean @persephoneflowerpetals @glacier-alchemist @maddieinheaven @dreamwinged

[hinderr]

Anyway since im already talking about it Wren Farvo is literally just me btw. Never had a character so unabashedly talk the exact same way i talk