#self insert asks

[cursedmoon-doll13]

‘Imagine Your S/I Was Canon…’ Self-Ship Asks

✍️: Overall, how does the fandom trait you? Are you a beloved character, or hated? Are you popular, or a minor side character? Anything in between?

📝: How would your story in canon go? How would you influence the events of the original story?

🤪: What is your trait that fanon would exaggerate?

🥰: How would someone who loved you portray you?

😡: How would someone who hated you portray you?

👯: What canon character are you most similar to?

🌦️: Would you be accompanied by mostly fluff or angst fanfics? Both? Explain why.

🏷️: What is you and your f/o’s ship name?

❤️: How popular is you x your f/o? Are you a rarepair?

💞: Aside from with your f/o, who else would you commonly be shipped with? Why?

☕️: What are the most common plots of shipping fics between you and your f/o?

🛌: What tropes show up in fics involving your ship?

🪐: What would be your most popular AU and why?

💘: Why would people love your ship? Why would people dislike your ship? How might it start debates?

🙈: Why would your ship be thought of as cute/fluffy? Why would your ship be considered problematic?

🎞️: What ‘canon’ scenes would the fandom point to as evidence for the validity of your ship?

💌: How would your dynamic be portrayed? What might people focus on most? Any misconceptions?

👀: How does your ship with your f/o influence both of your characterisations and the world? Would there be any interesting metas written about your dynamic?

[peachsukii]

𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒔!

⭑˚.⊹ a random assortment of silly questions for your favorite f/o's ♡

🍒 ; what's you and your f/o's go-to meal to cook and/or order for dinner?

🍉 ; if you and your f/o could go to another world or universe, where would you want to go?

🍵 ; on a lazy sunday, what is your favorite activity to do with your f/o?

☕ ; what kind of drink would best resemble your f/o?

💐 ; what’s your favorite season versus your f/o?

🌸 ; what's your f/o's favorite type of flower?

🧸 ; what is a song that reminds you of your f/o anytime you hear it?

🎀 ; what's your f/o's go to style?

👑 ; what book genre would best describe your f/o?

💎 ; what is your f/o’s preferred love language?

tag your faves & can’t wait to read about all your f/os! ♡

[moondane-lovers]

F/O Creative Writing Ask Game!!

Write a conversation, scene or little drabble/fic using one/multiple prompts below! Combine them or write multiple things based on what you are sent!

Frenzy - S/I or F/O falls into a state of distress, how does the other help snap them out of it? What happened?

Lemonade Stand - F/O and S/I encounter some kids trying to sell lemonade. How does the interaction go? Perhaps F/O shows a softness that S/I hasn't seen before.

Fuzzy Socks - F/O and S/I enjoy a very cozy night with a snowstorm raging outside, how do they stay warm?

Skies - F/O and S/I cloudgaze together. What do they see? What conversation arises?

Doctor - S/I or F/O gets sick, the other taking up the responsibility to care for them.

Time - What does the future look like for S/I and F/O?

Baking - F/O and S/I bake together! Does one teach the other? Does it turn into a disaster or end up a success?

Please try and practice RB Karma!

[frecklystars]

💌 here’s a free gush pass for officer k!

OH 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 AHHH!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON you are so so sweet!!!!!!!!!!! This is just what I needed today!!! 🥺🥺💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

Officer K!!! OOGHH WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN????? I've been yearning for him just about every day!!! Definitely one of my top favorite RG F/Os, probably even within the top three!!!! ;u;

I'm gonna go OFF, thank you, sweet anon, for allowing me to explode:

I've been dying to gush about Officer K and how he's become synonymous with Elvis. to me.

I used to be a hardcore Elvis fan when I was ten years old -- you know, normal, like all ten year olds. How did anybody assume I was neurotypical when I had an Elvis themed birthday party and did absolutely nothing but live, eat, and breathe Elvis Presley for a full year? Elvis on my walls, my mugs, my backpacks, my lunchbox, my clothes, my mousepad, even my breath mint case was a guitar shape with Elvis' face on it. You know, like all ten year olds have?? ANYWAY. I fell out of liking Elvis as I grew up, then flash forward to a decade later, I'm watching all these Ryan movies and there's so many instances where he'll say a line and it'll have the same bit of drawl or click of the tongue the way Elvis did, the same push/control of breath that makes his voice curve "up", and I'd think "huh... that sounds... familiar"

Then I watched br2049 for the first time, and there is that scene where an Elvis hologram shows up, glitching, singing "suspicious minds" for a moment, and it got me all excited. K was looking at it curiously for that split, split, SPLIT blink-and-you-miss-it second, and "I can't help falling in love with you" played a minute later, and he looked at the hologram again for just one moment. I just... started associating him with Elvis from that point forward. I don't even know if he liked Elvis' songs while they were playing; he was kind of, uh, going through quite a lot at the time, haha. but if he knew I liked Elvis' music/voice quite a bit, he'd come to associate it with me, and maybe he'd like it too.

I really love daydreaming about him coming home from a long day, he's just exhausted and jaded and there's this ache in his chest, and I know exactly what to do to try to make him feel better, feel loved, wanted -- or maybe I wake up from a nightmare or something, and he knows exactly what to do, to make me feel safe, cared for, secure -- I don't go a single day without daydreaming about us holding hands during those moments when we need each other terribly, slow dancing a little bit in his living room while playing Elvis records. He could just easily play the songs instantaneously from another device that would fill the whole room, but there's something... different... about a record player that he's so dearly drawn to. It's all Barbie pink (I had to bring it to him from some other dimension after all!), and he likes the faint sound of the stylus scratching, the little bits of static electricity.

"Love Me Tender" makes me teary-eyed every single time I listen to it now, just because it makes me feel so comforted to think about him. I think he'd hum it softly in my ear while we're slow dancing. Or just laying on the couch and cuddling, his coat as a makeshift blanket for the both of us, him rubbing my back and my fingers in his hair. If I can't sleep, he'll tell me fairytales in a soothing voice. Most of them he makes up on the spot, something something there's a princess with stars glittering in her hair, something something there is a stable boy named Joe who falls in love with the princess, something something he works to become her knight to protect her at all costs... she makes him feel like a prince even though everyone else views him as a mindless, worthless thing; he makes her feel safe and loved and like she's almost herself again when they have late night talks in a garden full of yellow flowers. They make each other feel things they have been missing out on for so long. And they live happily ever after. He always makes sure to end it that way; always a happy ending.

"It's Now or Never" is one of my favorites to associate with him too... when I listen to that song, I often think about him looking out his apartment window, waiting to see a shooting star (for context, my self insert enters universes via falling star, then transforming into a human once reaching the ground). He can never see a star in the sky, not in that universe, not when there's smog and advertisements in your face all the time, not when there's so much pollution, that the only stars, the only sunlight he could ever dream of seeing is a picture or drawing in a textbook. But he sees one star so vividly every few nights twinkling above him and slowly drifting toward where he is, whether that's home or in his office or out in the field. And he drops everything and bolts outside toward it, catches it, then tucks the star away in his coat, protecting it from the cold as he walks back inside. If he's going into his apartment, he feels a surge of protectiveness overtaking him. All of these people yelling at him, spitting at him, shoving him, throwing slurs in his direction - none of that matters, he's got a star tucked away near his heart and he's gotta make sure nothing happens to it. If he's getting shoved, he turns his body so he only gets hit in the shoulder or the back, not the chest or whichever side where the star might be tucked away. When he goes inside his apartment, he locks the door, takes a breath -- and suddenly there she is, there's his girl, still a bit of stardust in her hair from her travels. And we hug!!! One of those big tight hugs where you close your eyes and your fingers curl in the fabric of the other person's clothes. Desperate. And he lets out this big SIGH of relief.

I think about him listening to "Rubberneckin'" and he pauses and says "hey sweetheart... what does that mean?" "what?" "rubberneckin', what is that?" 👀 cue a visual demonstration here. it really doesn't help that the song has girls moaning in the background that he asks about too lmao

You know that scene where he's walking through the ruins of Las Vegas? I always remember "Viva Las Vegas" when I watch it. One of these days I hope to make a (very roughly) sketched animatic for the first 40 seconds of that song with Officer K.

"Baby, Let's Play House" describes K very well, as he literally comes home every day and plays house with Joi lol. That's not one of my favorite songs but I listen to it on occasion and think of him. "Don't Be Cruel" is probably my favorite Elvis song to associate with him so far. I always think of dancing to it with him, and him laughing. Actually laughing. Feeling good. I want him to be so happy around me. "Bossa Nova" is a good dancing song for us too!

I think about AUs for Driver and K, like, what is it called... a greaser AU? 70's AU? I just want the excuse to draw them in a black jacket, me in a cute poodle skirt, us sharing a milkshake at a diner or dancing to a jukebox. I wanna draw things. I WANNA DRAW THINGS.

ANYWAY ANYWAY I've rambled enough. Thank you SO MUCH for giving me this free gush pass. Whoever you are, I am sending you the biggest hug and lots of love and chocolates and all of your favorite flowers. That was really nice of you to brighten up my inbox after such a hard day ;w; and it's so sweet of you to remember how much I love this guy. Ahhh. This means a lot to me. I hope when you get something from the vending machine, it gives you two snacks for the price of one. I hope you find money on the ground. I hope all of your favorite songs come on the radio when you go grocery shopping. I hope you have the most delicious meal in the world the next time you go out. Thank you for your kindness, it doesn't go unnoticed. Quite the opposite. Sending you so much joy and love and good vibes 💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

[all4theluvoflizzy]

5 and 12 for your Austin Powers S/I!

- @reeselovesfoblog

Thanks for the ask!

5. does your self insert have any special powers or abilities?

Charms and persuasion are her strong suits! She can negotiate with even the most stubborn of femme fatales or enemy spies!

12. how would the fandom view your character?

I'd like to believe she'd be one of the most highly favored Powers Girls! 😉

[asirensrage]

Self-insert reaction game.

Blade (if you know the movies) - 2 when we meet the Blood Pack

BLADEEEEEE

me trying to figure out how I can avoid being caught by vampires. Again. While the chaos is going on around me...:

Send me a fandom and I’ll reply with what I think my legit reaction would be if I walked into it.

[ellecdc]

Hey I have a request:

Could you do poly marauders but Sirius and reader prank James and Remus by saying she is pregnant and then she finds out she is actually pregnant and they don't believe her straight away.

You don't have to if you don't want to.

Thank you ❤️

hi sweets! so I ended up changing this a litttllllee bit simply because I wasn't comfortable writing about joking re: pregnancy [just cuz it's a sensitive topic for many]. but I hope I did the rest of the request justice! <3

poly!marauders x fem!reader who is not pranking them right now [1.7k words]

CW: pregnancy tests, reader is pregnant, everyone is surprised but generally happy about the pregnancy

You supposed you shouldn’t be entirely surprised that this is how the boys would react; it probably did seem suspicious that this would come up now. 

Now being that the four of you were in the middle of a sort of prank war. 

No, not sort of, it was a full out prank war, no holds barred. 

It had started when James and Remus convinced you and Sirius that the two of you had locked you all out of your flat, forcing Sirius (with James’ help) to have to shove you up the fire escape and crawl through the window, hauling Sirius up behind you only to find Remus sitting casually in his chair and James bursting through the front door laughing. 

“That doesn’t even make sense, you guys.” Sirius grumbled as he used the bottom of his shirt to wipe sweat from his eyes and you swept cobwebs out of your hair. “James had to work just as hard as we did to get in.” 

“No,” James countered, “I got to touch Y/N’s bum as we hoisted her up, and then got to watch your arms flex as you climbed up after her.” 

Then, as retribution, you and Sirius took their phones and changed the name of every single one of their contacts to Dennis Quaid. 

In retaliation, Remus and James taped fake spiders behind the lampshades, and one evening you’d been walking into the living room with a bowl of popcorn when Remus asked Sirius to turn the lamp on, resulting in an ear splitting screech from Sirius and a sea of popcorn littering the floor. 

Cling wrap was added to the tops of shampoo bottles before the tops were recapped, causing more than a few shower meltdowns. The sugar for tea was replaced with salt. Blow up dolls were hidden behind doors. Furniture was moved several inches to the left. Picture frames throughout your home were replaced with images of Steve Buscemi. 

It was fun, it was harmless, it was good natured. Did it result in Sirius shouting profanities after coming face to face with an inflatable clown? Sure. Did Remus spit his tea out and curse and mutter under his breath in Welsh when he had to go and make himself another cup? Yeah. Did James demand his mother prove to him that she wasn’t really Dennis Quaid by facetiming him? Absolutely, and the mischievous glint in Euphemia’s eyes was a prize in and of itself. 

So while you didn’t necessarily blame them for being suspicious of you, you were a little insulted that they thought you would take it this far.

You’d been feeling extremely lethargic lately, and when that lethargy was followed by full body aches, you had chalked it up to an oncoming period. Except that period never came.

It never came.

But the two pink lines did.

“Oh my god…” You whispered, plastic in one hand as you covered your mouth in a silent gasp with the other. “Oh my god.” You repeated, slightly louder as you all but stumbled out of the ensuite into your bedroom.

“I know it was you, Sirius!” You heard Remus shout from down the hall.

“I swear to God, I didn’t touch the remote.” Sirius laughed. 

“Forgive me if I don’t believe you.” James' voice retorted, rising in volume as he made his way down the hall towards your shared room. “Angel, do you know where Sirius hid the remote?” 

You were frozen in the middle of the room with your hand still covering your mouth as you stared down at the positive pregnancy test in your hand. 

“Angel?” James asked quietly as he moved towards you. “Are you alright?”

A breath left your lips but you found that you couldn’t bring yourself to form an intelligent response.

Your view of the test quickly included James’ socked feet in front of yours and a gentle hand on your wrist so he could see what you were holding. “Wha-” he began, though fell silent when the fact that you were holding a pregnancy test was undeniable. 

“Oh fuck, that’s a good one.” He let out with a breath, laughing as he backed away from you. “Fuckin’ hell, you almost had me there for a moment.”

“Nice try, Sirius!” He called as he exited your room, leaving you standing there with your mouth open and your heart in your stomach. 

“Nice try, what?” You heard Sirius call back as you mindlessly followed James out of the room and towards the living room; limbs working on autopilot as your brain was reduced to a steady chant of oh my god oh my god ohmygod ohmygodohmygodohmy- 

“What? Was the whole remote thing just a bit?” James chuckled as he reclaimed his spot on the love seat and Sirius’ brows furrowed where they were pointed down at the phone in his hand.

“A bit for what? And for the last time, I didn’t hide the remote.”

“So we still don’t know where the sodding remote is?” Remus grumbled as he stood from his chair and started moving all of the cushions again. 

“Come on, spill; the jig is up.” James continued. “It didn’t work.”

“James.” You tried, but your throat was so tight that his name only came out as a silent whimper. 

“What didn’t work?” Sirius asked again, finally looking up at James from his phone.

“The pregnancy test.” James replied, causing Remus to pause in his cushion wrangling to look at him in bemusement.

“Wh- what? What pregnancy test? What is he talking about?” Sirius rapid fired as he turned his gaze to you, standing from his seat but not making any moves to approach you. 

Another helpless sound fell from your lips as you shrugged at Sirius helplessly; one hand still holding the test, the other hand still covering your mouth. 

“Wait, what is going on?” Remus asked as he returned to his full height, James shaking his head in admonishment as he moved to stand beside him. 

“These two think they’re so clever, pranking us with a pregnancy test.”

Remus let out a snort, but James’ explanation seemed to restart Sirius’ brain as he rushed over to you in two large strides before pulling your hand closer to him so he could read the test.

“Pregn- babe?” He barely managed to spit out, moving his gaze from the test to your face when you didn’t answer. 

You shrugged helplessly at him again which seemed to tell him all he needed to know as he loosened his grip on your wrist, though he didn’t let go, before tracing soothing circles over your pulse point with his thumb. 

“Did you splurge on acting lessons, Sirius? You look like you’re about to pass out.” Remus chuckled, though his face fell dramatically when you finally looked over at him with tears pooling in your eyes. 

“Whoa, whoa whoa, hey, dovey. What’s going on?” He started as he moved across the room, James not far behind him.

“I-” You tried, but the next sound that left your lips was a sob.

“Oh, oh. Oh my god….oh my god, it’s not a prank at all, is it?” James whispered mostly to himself, though you shook your head at him anyways causing a few tears to finally fall from your lash line. 

“Oh my god, angel, I’m so sorry, I- I can’t believe I laughed at you. Fuck, oh my god, I-”

The next thing you knew, the test was being plucked from your hand rather gently before it was passed to James to look at again, and Remus pulled both of your hands away from your body and wrapped them around himself. 

“Sirius.” James whispered and when you turned to look, Sirius was leaning against James to get a better look at the test cradled in his hands. “Sirius, Sirius…”

Sirius let out an emotional laugh as he shoved his face into James’ shoulder, tears of his own falling down his cheeks as James wrapped one of his arms around his boyfriend and pulled him closer. 

“Dovey.” Remus hissed as he took your face in his hands. “Is…is this real? Is- are you really pregnant?” 

You nodded as you swallowed before finally finding your voice. “I…I think so. It looks like it.”

James let out a sound halfway between a laugh and a sob as he rubbed Sirius’ back roughly. 

Remus laughed wetly and pressed more than a few kisses to your face.

“Oh my god.” Sirius laughed as he wiped tears away from his face. “I’m sorry they didn’t believe you, babe. That- oh my god.” He said as he pulled you from Remus’ grasp and into his. “You’re fucking phenomenal.” 

“I haven’t even done anything yet.” You laughed into his shoulder as you watched Remus and James share a kiss behind him. 

“Are you kidding? Fuck, oh my god… I can’t believe this.” He whispered as he pulled away from you, only far enough that he could place his hands on your waist and look at your not at all rounded belly. 

“We almost missed hearing the best news of our lives over a remote.” James laughed from where he was tucked into Remus’ side.

“It’s on top of the refrigerator.” You sniffled. 

“You bastards.” Remus groaned before he and James yanked you and Sirius over to join their hug. 

“Wait.” James paused as he lifted his head to level you and Sirius with a look. “The remote was the prank, right? Not this?”

“Not this, Jamie.” You agreed quickly. “Not this.” 

He let out a relieved sigh and looked close to tears again. “You just wait until we get you back.” 

“No, you can’t prank me anymore; I’m pregnant and sensitive.” You whined, causing Sirius to bark a laugh, James to huff, and Remus to snort.

“Alright…” Remus offered as he narrowed his eyes at you playfully. “You’ve won this round.” 

“I think we might have to call it a tie, Moons.” James whispered as you felt a loving hand settle on your stomach.

[fima11]

Hii! I hope you are well!!! Please remember to rest and drink water! Oky? 😊💗🫂💗

Your art style is beautiful and wonderful, I love your sketches too! Can i ask one thing? You don't have to do it if you don't want to, but can you sketch Ruggie again? Pls pls 🥺

My baby boy Ruggie. I love him so much I actually tend to hate him (affectionately)

Played self-insert with him because he is my mean bestie and he reminds me of my cousin. Yes, I am delusional enough to believe we'd get along.

And thank you very much for your wishes! <3333333

Drinking water is the only option because its 38°C with no AC at my place due to blackouts (thabks to russian missile shellings for destroying our electrical infrastructure.)

[hatorishimaselfship]

5. Would your s/i be considered a main character, side character, villain, or something else?

I think either a secondary or side character, similar to how Tsuchigomori is presented in the anime and manga: A teacher who's around a fair bit, but not part of the main troupe, and not quite as obscure as background characters who get very little focus.

As much as the main character of the media is my F/O, I don't think I'd be part of the main group given the situations between them and myself being kept to mostly student/teaching assistant roles and dynamics, ignoring the relationship with Nene-chan

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Wouldn't you like to see something strange?

HI I know the new Halloween character isn't out yet but I needed an outlet for my excitement (Yes, I am unfortunately a Nightmare Before Christmas girlie) 💀 so please be advised that he may not be in character here, I'm just writing based on vibes! This is technically a twisted!Jack Skellington x Reader fic, but the Reader is basically playing a role similar as Sally from the film.

P.S. I want everyone to know that I busted out my drawing tablet to make this special border for him the same day he was first announced... Yeah...

Boo.

On the nights with full moons, he liked to steal away to the Spiral Hill on the outskirts of town.

The outcrop of land overlooked a vast graveyard and field laden with pumpkins, perfuming the air with the crisp sweetness characteristic of autumn. Beyond it, uncharted territory. When he squinted into the darkness, he could make out the vague shapes of naked trees, their gnarled branches like fingers beckoning him to approach, whispering his name.

He draped his long, lithe legs over the hill, letting them hang in the frigid air. Spindly as he was, the wind easily blew them, knocking his legs around like the straw-stuffed limbs of a scarecrow. He kicked with the breeze, carefree as a child on a playground swing.

The moon stitched his pinstriped suit and tattered cravat with silver thread, touched his pointed crown at its highest points. Even the white ribbons ribbing his jacket and the pattern of bones tugged over his gloves seemed to glow under the celestial light. He liked the view, and the view seemed to like him, too.

Held in his skeletal hand was a single flower. He stroked a silken petal, then slipped another finger under it, plucking the petal free. The wind claimed it, setting it sailing off into the unknown.

He continued. A second, a third. So on and so forth, until the flower was left stripped down and barren, even robbed of its leaves.

He dropped the stem off the hill. The pumpkins below consumed it, and the once lovely flower’s body became one with the patch.

"I figured this is where you were."

He lowered his dark circular lenses. His bright eyes slid to the figure that had approached from behind, on feet so swift they hardly made a sound. They came in with the sweetness of deadly nightshade, the trace of a poisoning committed at midnight. "Not a lethal dose, just enough to knock the doctor out for a few hours," as they always said. "How else would I sneak out to see you?"

Dry, ghostly lips dashed with hatch marks pried into an open smile, both teeth and the gaps between them. Charming, in a crooked sort of way. "My dear. You've come."

You bent down. “If you don't mind, I'd like to join.”

“The spot beside me is always reserved for you.” He patted it, inviting you to take a seat.

"Such a gentleman." You sunk down, folding your hands in your lap. "And so handsome when you're brooding. You're terribly good at that."

He was, he was, especially silhouetted by the moon. The man was practically monochrome, but bathed in silver like this, his pale skin was less sickly and more ethereal. He almost appeared like a cruel angel in the light, descending to expunge evil.

"I'm not brooding," he pouted, "I'm dreaming."

“Dreaming." You reached out and tucked a strand of alabaster hair behind his ear. "Father says it’s a ridiculous, wild thing.”

"Ah, but that's what makes it so much thrilling. Life’s no fun without a good scare.”

His mouth quirked to one side, and his smile became off-kilter--as his ideas often were. "He'll bring us to ruin with his crazy, new-fangled thinking and flights of fancy," your father would complain. But you adored that about the boy. How spontaneous he was, how his curiosity was never-ending. He'd race about like a child, picking items up and sticking his face where it probably shouldn't go.

Full of life in this otherwise lifeless town.

"What's this? What's this?" he'd say. "I must know!"

"He's gone daffy," your father would declare.

"Mmm." You nodded absentmindedly, tracing your fingers along the shell of his ear and down to his arm. "What were you dreaming about today?"

He lifted his head, looking beyond the hill and to the woods. Not a word was exchanged. None had to be.

"The Hinterlands?" you whispered. "But we don't know what's out there. No ghoul or monster has ever ventured out that far."

"Then sounds like I'll be the first! They’ll put me down in the history books as a pioneer." His laughter brightened up the gloomy night. When he quieted, his gaze was solemn—more solemn than you'd ever witnessed him. "... Don't you wonder about what's out there? Stuff that's cold and fluffy and falls from the sky. Things that come in colors we haven't seen."

"Sometimes," you admitted quietly, "but those are just dreams. I don't chase them."

"Maybe you should. We should," he mused, fingers tucked under his chin. "I bet there's all sorts of things we've never even dreamed of, too. And wouldn’t you like to see something strange?”

"I would. I really, really would," you told him in a soothing tone. Trying to reassure him as much as you were yourself. "Let's not doing anything dangerous though. I sense something in the wind—tragedy at hand. I can't shake that feeling that something bad is around the bend if you tread that path."

You gingerly laid your hand over his. Behind tinted lenses, his eyes widened.

"Stay here with me," you begged. "We can be together. Gaze at the stars. Be safe in one another's arms."

“… Sweetness, I would love for nothing more than to have you and to hold you ‘til death do us part.” His voice fluttered like the brush of a falling leaf upon your cheek. He regarded you tenderly, locking his fingers with yours and squeezing. “But you know that’s not the kind of man I am.”

“Yes, you’re every flavor of foolish imaginable,” you replied, pressing your forehead against his, “and I love you for that.”

“As do I.” He brought his icy lips to the back of your hand. A chill spider-walked up your arm, and you shivered.

“Then…”

“That’s why I must depart one day.” He pushed his glasses up. You caught the tragic reflection of your face in his lenses. “Out there… something more awaits us. I’m sure of that. I intend to find it and revive our town, this season that’s gone stale.”

“I won’t stop you if you decide to go,” you murmured. “And I will count the days until you return to me.”

“I knew you’d understand.” His smile—now it was touched with sadness, the knowledge of soon parting ways. “Thank you, dearest.”

He stood slowly, drawing you up with him. Your feet followed, as if pulled along by a puppeteer. How in sync the two of you were, how nicely molded your bodies were to one another’s. Your joy melded under the watchful eye of the moon.

“Shall we share a dance? One for the road,” he crooned. An errant breeze tousled his pallid hair, his tattered coattails—but to you, he was fairest of them all. “Our last dance for a while.”

“Alright, let’s make this one count,” you chuckled, “so I can send you off on your travels with a smile.”

“Excellent 🎵” He slid a hand around your waist, guiding you to lean into him. “Let the merrymaking commence!!”

“Yes…!!”

The midnight waltz began.

He led you, step by step, and you trailed after. Movements easy and effortless, like two intertwining maple leaves, spinning and spiraling. Their partner, the center of their universe.

“It’s as plain anyone can see,” he breathed.

“We’re simply meant to be,” you returned.

They danced as if possessed or an enchantment was cast upon their footwear. The moment too sweet, too succulent, to relinquish so soon. They wanted to savor it, indulge in it—and each other.

For never was there a more perfect pair than the Pumpkin King and his consort.

[yeosin-n]

Hi-hii! Um, can I give Fell a huggy? And then a random, well deserved teddy bear?

gonna snuggle it every night

[i-have-weird-selfships]

🙏🙏🙏 (just send a prompt and one of my f/os and I'll try to answer)

‘Imagine Your S/I Was Canon…’ Self-Ship Asks

✍️: Overall, how does the fandom trait you? Are you a beloved character, or hated? Are you popular, or a minor side character? Anything in between?

📝: How would your story in canon go? How would you influence the events of the original story?

🤪: What is your trait that fanon would exaggerate?

🥰: How would someone who loved you portray you?

😡: How would someone who hated you portray you?

👯: What canon character are you most similar to?

🌦️: Would you be accompanied by mostly fluff or angst fanfics? Both? Explain why.

🏷️: What is you and your f/o’s ship name?

❤️: How popular is you x your f/o? Are you a rarepair?

💞: Aside from with your f/o, who else would you commonly be shipped with? Why?

☕️: What are the most common plots of shipping fics between you and your f/o?

🛌: What tropes show up in fics involving your ship?

🪐: What would be your most popular AU and why?

💘: Why would people love your ship? Why would people dislike your ship? How might it start debates?

🙈: Why would your ship be thought of as cute/fluffy? Why would your ship be considered problematic?

🎞️: What ‘canon’ scenes would the fandom point to as evidence for the validity of your ship?

💌: How would your dynamic be portrayed? What might people focus on most? Any misconceptions?

👀: How does your ship with your f/o influence both of your characterisations and the world? Would there be any interesting metas written about your dynamic?

[moondane-lovers]

F/O Camping Asks-

You and your F/O's go camping!! Yippie!! Have an ask game to flesh out what happened.

🏕️ - What do you and your F/O camp in? A tent? RV? Car? Why? 🗺️ - Where do you go for your camping trip? Somewhere warm? A campsite? What about something more extreme? 🥾 - Activity time! What do you do while camping? Hiking? Fishing? If it's somewhere with a different climate, is beach or snow related fun involved? 🧭 - How did you and your F/O get there? Car? Bus? What about plane or train? How did the journey go and how did you prep? 📅 - How much planning went into the trip? Was it spontaneous or well planned out over a period of time? 🎒- Packing is fun! How much did you pack? Did you or your F/O pack too little, just enough or bring way too much? 🛏️ - What's the sleeping situation during the outing? Sleeping out in nature can be spooky or exciting, regardless of what you stay in! 🏞️ - Does the scenery of your camping location leave an impression on any of you? Perhaps this isn't a sight you usually see, how is it appreciated? 🥖- Food without a kitchen can be a hassle! What do your meals consist of while travelling and camping? Snack foods? Did someone manage to bring along a functional cooktop? This is the perfect excuse to snack on whatever you want from the store... 🦆 - What kind of wildlife is hanging around the campsite and general area? Any nice moments or scares from say... bigger wildlife? 🩹 - Someone has to get hurt or sick, of course. Who slipped and fell or caught something? How do you or your F/O handle it or help one another? 📱- Technology! Are you unplugging for the trip or staying connected to your gadgets? Game systems? 🏠 - Time to go back home! How was the trip and was it enjoyed? Are you and your F/O happy to be home? Did you bring back any souvenirs?

PS: Perform reblog karma or I will uh. Eat your loose change. Send an ask to whoever you reblogged this from please! It only takes a second and will make someone's day- mine included!

[leafwateraddict]

Couldn’t stop thinking about Dust being able to pass as Classic. So I had an idea where Dust replaces Classic in a timeline and steals(?) his partner.

He gets conflicted when he starts actually caring about you… But denial is an easy road to take when there’s seemingly no consequences to your actions.

The reveal i guess. Most normal reaction to learning your partners been replaced for god knows how long and you have no clue where he is.

Now that I think about it I might’ve gotten some inspiration from that one chapter of IJAG by @htsan (iykyk) only a lil bit tho

(Full rambling of the idea + extra sketch cuz i liked the expression) ↓↓

I originally wanted y/n to notice the differences instantly but i think it would be angstier if they didn’t and only noticed like months later >:3

[asirensrage]

Self-insert reaction game.

Misfits TV show - the beginning

Luckily, I've only seen the beginning...

I would legit be confused though how I ended up there.

If I'm here, where are my powers? lol

Send me a fandom and I’ll reply with what I think my legit reaction would be if I walked into it.

[furbling]

🍒 ; generally Hannibal cooks. he always makes something different so there isn't really a go-to but my favourite thing he's made was venison steak with cranberry sauce.

🍉; i'm not very sure... somewhere quiet and away, with a river so I can fish and a forest so I can hunt and explore, with lots of trees, lots of rain and some dogs because I love dogs, but he prefers cats.

🍵; my favourite thing to do with hanni? i like to sit, late at night, just watching a movie together on the couch and falling asleep eventually.

☕; he'd be wine. an acquired taste, but complex and unique, as bitter as he is sweet.

💐; mine is autumn, but he prefers winter.

🌸; he likes flower symbolism, so he would probably love it if I gave him heliotrope.

🧸; cannibal girlfriend by baby bugs.

🎀; he dresses formally, very formally. you'll never catch the rat bastard not wearing a three-piece suit unless he's ill or going to bed in an hour.

👑; gothic horror.

💎; his love language is definitely gift giving and words of affirmation, but mine is physical touch.

𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒔!

⭑˚.⊹ a random assortment of silly questions for your favorite f/o's ♡

🍒 ; what's you and your f/o's go-to meal to cook and/or order for dinner?

🍉 ; if you and your f/o could go to another world or universe, where would you want to go?

🍵 ; on a lazy sunday, what is your favorite activity to do with your f/o?

☕ ; what kind of drink would best resemble your f/o?

💐 ; what’s your favorite season versus your f/o?

🌸 ; what's your f/o's favorite type of flower?

🧸 ; what is a song that reminds you of your f/o anytime you hear it?

🎀 ; what's your f/o's go to style?

👑 ; what book genre would best describe your f/o?

💎 ; what is your f/o’s preferred love language?

tag your faves & can’t wait to read about all your f/os! ♡