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necroromantics · 7 months ago
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Some Tali x Tobin headcanons
-They met in junior year of high school in the office. They both got mad at each other for staring.
-Then turns out, they were in the same English class that year
-It was always Tobin who would bug Tali, eventually getting her to agree to be his tutor
-He was fascinated with her. She was like a breath of fresh air how loud-mouthed and take-no-shit she was. He thought she was funny, and put him in his place in ways no one else could
-Tali is very open-minded and reckless. She never judges Tobin for his issues or brash personality, though she teases him a lot for being a hyperactive idiot
-Tobin talks a lot. Sometimes on rough nights, Tali will ask him to talk her to sleep. They both get the best rest when they fall asleep together
-Tali is very independent and stubborn. Tobins way of showing love is acts of service. It took her awhile to get used to letting Tobin take care of her, and to open up to him
-Due to Tobin being a loud-mouthed insensitive prick, he gets into trouble a lot. He doesn't have much of a moral code and doesn't understand social norms or views of right/wrong. Tali is his acting conscience and he always looks to her for advice and trusts her judgment above anything else
-They are very protective and defensive of each other. When the world turned its back on them, they had each other. Its them against the world, they're partners in crime
-Tobin loves like a stray dog. Tali loves like a dog owner
-Tali helps Tobin during his bipolar episodes. She helps to ground him when he's manic and knows when he's heading for an episode before he does. When he's in a depressive episode, she'll quietly sit by him and make sure he's alright
-Tali is very down to earth, chill, and introverted. While on the otherhand, Tobin is very outgoing, impulsive, and active. They balance each other out perfectly
-She calms him down while he pulls her out of her shell
-They have a similar sense of humour and always have fun together. Tobin loves banter and jokes around through insults and teasing. Tali's witty, clever, sarcastic, and always bites back or gives him a chuckle in response
-Tobin loves movies. He always drags her to the livingroom of their apartment to watch some random film he rented at Blockbuster
-They have matching promise rings. Tobin's is the moon, Tali's is the sun. They keep a little piece of each other with them (as in Tobins motif is the sun and Talis is the moon, so they have each others)
-Tali is very emotionally repressed and Tobin takes nothing seriously (unless he's mad). They're both learning how to be better communicators
-Tali never really had any friends. She is very introverted and would rather stay on her own and not deal with other people or their issues. She greatly struggles to form relationships. Tobin is good at making friends, but awful at keeping them around.
-Tobin is Tali's only friend (he doesn't give her much of a choice). And Tali is the only person that Tobin can't stomach losing. They're stuck with each other
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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 2 months ago
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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.
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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.
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shanalikeanna · 8 months ago
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Based on Solar Lunacy: Chapter 13 by @bamsara
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lethan dating shenanigans
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underhousearrestblog · 3 months ago
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“jealous one night stand” bf hdcs
triggers: cheating, dubious consent (drunk consent), blackmail, non-consentual photographing
jealous one night stand bf whom you first meet at a bar after a particularly bad fight with your partner. he offers to buy you a drink in an attempt to lift your mood but his own quickly sours when you decide to “introduce” yourself, completely unaware that you’ve actually met before. he was a client in your place of work few months back, where he had actually introduced himself to you personally, later on pulling a few strings to get your full name, address and your work/ school schedule. maybe he’s a bit hurt you don’t remember him but he’s quickly using it to his own benefit and pretending to be a stranger.
you’re tipsy and lonely, and sad, and the generous, beautiful stranger at a bar seems as good a pick as any for one night of fun. they pay for the room in a hotel next door, pulling you in closer by the back of your neck, looking into your eyes and telling you that you deserve to be worshipped and that that’s exactly what they want to do.
jealous one night stand bf who’s well aware you’re not only not single but are, in fact, married. they watch the simple, cheap wedding ring adorning your ring finger with disgust, imagining their own ring on your finger – something expensive and custom made. not whatever this knock-off is.
jealous one night stand bf who takes his chance and subtly takes the ring off your finger and throws it somewhere on the ground, while leaving the bar. little to no regard to how your partner might react.
even in your drunk mind, you know cheating is wrong. it’s wrong but you also justify it with how manipulative and abusive your spouse has been, justify it with your own happiness, justify it with how you’re going to ask for a divorce anyway so does this really matter?
jealous one night stand bf who spends the rest of the night, eating your out until you’re an incoherent mess, trying to lock your legs together and move away from his eager mouth. at first, having your fingers tangled in his hair but later on using them to try to pull his head away from the heaven between your thighs. when that gets too annoying for him, you end up with your hands locked in handcuffs and secured to the bedframe.
jealous one night stand bf who is deaf to your pleas and cries, as you cum for what seems like the tenth time in the span of an hour. he’s waited too long for this moment and, believe it or not, this is actually much more for him than it is for you. in your drunken stupor you regret not picking a safe word which you would’ve used five orgasms ago.
jealous one night stand bf who only stops when sudden quiet falls on his ears and he finds you passed out cold. he looks at his palms still wrapped around your thighs and contemplates going back to his favorite passtime, licking his lips and tasting your arousal on his tongue.
jealous one night stand bf who decides against it, uncuffs your hands and tucks you into bed. he kneels next to your sleeping form and kisses your temple, a plan already forming in his mind.
jealous one night stand bf who decides to indulge himself and ends up cuddling you for the most of the night, his nose pressed against your hair, a leg thrown over yours and his arms strongly locked around your sleeping form.
you wake up before him and “sneak out”, not knowing he’s well aware and awake, begrudingly letting you slip from his arms. he knows you’re not ready yet and need time.
not too much time, though.
jealous one night stand bf who introduces himself to your partner in a formal event, talks them up and smiles innocently at your shocked expression when your partner (he grounds his teeth when your soon-to-be ex says it) introduces the two of you as if you’ve never met.
jealous one night stand bf whose watchful eyes don’t miss your ring finger that is still empty, no doubt because your spouse can’t afford a new ring. he chuckles to himself as he thinks back of the ring that sits in his home safe and has been custom made for you, waiting for its rightful owner to lay their claim.
- what do you want? – your angry, frustrated question makes him all the more excited for his terms of your surrender.
jealous one night stand bf who explains that his only condition for not telling your partner anything about that one night is a repeat of your one night stand.
jealous one night stand bf who gives you until midnight to decide if you’re willing for the truth to come out.
your defeated and teary eyes find his triumphant ones, as he finds you in his study, willing to succumb to whatever his plans are.
jealous one night stand bf who only asks for a makeout session with you on his lap, while he sits at his desk as a king with his spoils of war. he leaves hickeys everywhere and smudges your lipstick and messes up your hair and leaves bite marks all over your tits but at the end you’re so horny that you’re almost ready to get on your knees and beg for something more.
jealous one night stand bf who pops up at your workplace/ school and demands that unless you wish for the truth to come out, you need to attend a gala with him, leaving you frustrated and with a realization that that is exactly what he’s intended to do – blackmail you into doing his bidding.
jealous one night stand bf who presents you as his wife, not a plus one. every person he meets and knows, now know you as his wife, confirmed by the massive wedding ring he forced on your finger. he’s doing it on purpose and with enjoyment, pet names honey, baby and sweetheart always on his tongue. my wife this and my wife that. which is something you almost (almost) enjoy, given that your current partner seems to be almost ashamed to consider you their wife.
jealous one night stand bf who warns you that he’s giving you the freedom to tell your partner yourself, before he does it for you. you tear up and beg in your sweet, pleasant voice to give you more time and he reluctantly nods, kisses your cheek and says that he’ll give you just a bit more time.
jealous one night stand bf who doesn’t keep his word, secretly taking photos of both of you in his bed, kissing, fucking, cuddling, making out, and sending them to your partner while you’re away on a work trip.
jealous one night stand bf who shows up at you and your spouse’s home, grinning, as your partner recognizes him as the person from the photos of you cheating. he lets your partner cuss him out, take their anger out on him, instead of you. which ends pretty quickly when they call you a cheating bitch and a whore which is the green light for jealous one night stand bf to do whatever he thinks fit.
nobody really knows what really happens but the official version is that your partner died after getting drunk and getting hit by a car after wandering onto the street at night. the photos of you cheating have disappeared from your apartment as if they were never there.
jealous one night stand bf who consoles you, wiping away your tears and hugging your crying form. standing with you at your ex’s funeral, holding your hand, not giving a single fuck what people might say.
jealous one night stand bf who informs you with fake regret that the debt of the apartment you and your ex shared has now fallen onto you and you’ll need to pay it in full, unless you want to be put on the street.
jealous one night stand bf who offers to pay in your stead, giving you your freedom from the debt your dead ex left you saddled with. but he, of course, wouldn’t just pay for a random hook up – that’s prostitution. but whom he would pay for, is his wife.
so your title of a widow has barely settled in, when you’re already somebody else’s wife.
jealous one night stand bf turned husband who moves you into his home, lets you pick out whatever you want on his dime, feeds and clothes you and brands you with the diamond ring that is worthy to be worn by you, while simultaneously flashing his own ring with pride and happiness. he doesn’t care about your history, your infidelity or how they acquired you. all that matters is that you are here, right by his side and he’s willing to do everything and anything to keep you happy and satisfied. you want a pet? a baby? you can have anything you want, love. a car? he’ll let you pick out whichever you want, as long as it’s safe for you. anything and everything to make you forget a clause in your marriage contract where it states that divorce is not an option.
people I had in mind when I wrote this: Miguel O'Hara from Spiderverse, Alejandro from Total Drama, Simon Riley and König from COD
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mindiemakes · 2 months ago
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ERM UH ERM
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Him <3
I’m literally so excited for his debut you have no idea
(Eclipse design from LDR by @spadillelicious )
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fruitypie-daydreams · 2 days ago
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velvetwyrme · 1 year ago
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👀💦!!
I was talking about farmers market shenanigans in the future of Flipping Fate with @collegecomics18 a while back and well... I had to doodle some of the ideas we had. (Stretch brings Edge and the reader along with him, and everyone at the market SWOONS @ them both. Sorry Stretch...)
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tinytonestar · 9 months ago
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Happy Valentine's Day!! I painted my durge and Astarion to cope today feat. His Majesty + bonus Bedrock Edition :3 Inspired from the Tepes family portrait from the Castlevania series!
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kissingbugging · 6 months ago
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so, here’s something i’ve been working on for a while…. my vbros self-insert 😁💕💕
more character description: an androgynous, 19th-century nurse-themed character with a Clara Bow charm. nonchalant and not uncouth, but still flirtatious and spontaneous. despite the invasiveness of their threats, they try to make sure their enemies are comfortable and enthusiastic about being arched. bountiful source of medical references. sleeps around, but has a persistent crush on Pete White and Billy Whalen. naps frequently, loves sweets, and is known to take prescription medication for fun. (legal name is Yuri Estrada; a part Peruvian-Quechuan independent artist and kinkster.)
any pronouns are okay, they use they/them for theirself but i imagine pete and billy would default to she/her most of the time X)
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pycth · 6 months ago
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You’re telling me my man is BRITISH?
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mblue-art · 1 year ago
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late halloweeen dooodleee
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angelbitezzz · 6 months ago
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Whoops more spicy art incoming
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THIS is canonically set before this post so that's why he went a little overboard in that one HAHA
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callsign-coolsquirrel · 15 days ago
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The General's Daughter
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@g-backto505
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six-story-lightbulb · 6 months ago
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this took unreasonably long but I drew this :>
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Apologies for terrible camera quality, my phone is a potato
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sunderwight · 1 year ago
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had a thought of what if Airplane had leaned a little more into the self-insert idea for Luo Binghe when he was still at the early stages of writing, with an end result that Luo Binghe actually Looks Like That because he basically looks like Airplane but with long flowing hair and a more idealized figure
SQQ going "why the fuck did you make his face so pretty???" and Airplane bullshitting about plausibility while trying really hard not to blush. twisting his fingers and scuffing his toe like jeez bro he's not that good-looking...
which of course sets SQQ off because how DARE!?! not 'that' good-looking?!?! just look at him! he's xianxia Helen of Troy with a face that launched a thousand harems! like okay sure with looks like that it does make sense that half the female population was willing to timeshare a marriage with him, but it's also totally unfair to SQQ, who has no recourse against those looks either! and who could? that is the most beautiful face ever!
Airplane's getting flustered. tries valiantly to make the case that objectively speaking Luo Binghe isn't that good-looking, it's just that SQQ is biased, but boy does that not go over well. SQQ has hitched the tattered remnants of his self-perception as a straight man onto the idea that Luo Binghe is just so devastatingly attractive anyone would want to hop into bed with him, and he is not letting go of it, so Airplane is just gonna get wrecked with inadvertent compliments
bonus if the Shang Qinghua look is actually the result of several illusions because when Airplane first transmigrated in, he got the same face too, and foresaw potential problems if the half-demon protagonist turned up looking like him. so he used illusions. he doesn't actually look all that different, in fact! the illusions just make it so that when people see him, they get a strong impression that he's unremarkable, so they don't really register what his face actually looks like and their brains fill in the assumption that he must just be kinda plain
oooh ooh double bonus if the system inserted a behind-the-scenes explanation for it too, which is that Shang Qinghua is actually unwittingly related to Su Xiyan!
and the whole thing comes to light post-epilogue when Shang Qinghua's illusions get stripped away by some monster-of-the-week, while everyone except Mobei Jun has a freak out about why do you look just like Luo Binghe?! (Mobei Jun isn't freaking out because he already figured out how to see past the illusions and just assumed everyone else wasn't mentioning it for some human cultural reason or something) and then Yue Qingyuan calmly explains that Luo Binghe's mom is Shang Qinghua's matrilineal cousin. Shang Qinghua's mother and Luo Binghe's human grandmother were half-sisters.
what? how does Yue Qingyuan know? you think that Cang Qiong doesn't check up on the candidates for the peak lord positions before handing off power, doesn't make sure there are no conflicts of interest or divided loyalties to other sects? what sorts of things do people imagine Qiong Ding's diplomats do? (I don't know either but, for the purpose of this scenario at least some of it is tracking down this stuff -- YQY handled most of it personally for his generation's ascension because he didn't want anyone else digging into his and Xiao Jiu's pasts) anyways, the connection could have been troublesome for its ties to Huan Hua Palace, but by the time it came to light Su Xiyan was deceased and there was no evidence that Shang Qinghua had ever even met her. so it wasn't deemed significant enough to matter, was just made note of and then mostly forgotten
so Shang Qinghua is like "oh THAT is why you kept bringing her up to me back then?!" because at the time he'd just been fully in "haha how would I know anything about the impending plot and the tragedies I am both partly responsible for and powerless to prevent haha that's so funny shixiong I KNOW NOTHING" mode, which luckily at the time was easily read as him just not wanting a dead cousin he never met to tank his chances of securing a promotion
SQQ is floored. he is having issues about this. Shang Qinghua is related to Binghe? Shang Qinghua looks exactly like him?! wait. Binghe has human family? still alive? like grandparents and stuff out there, who might want to meet him...?
Luo Binghe decides to step in at that point because he does not want to meet any more relatives! no more surprise relatives! no!
luckily this distracts Shen Qingqiu from thinking about all of the things he's said to Airplane about Binghe's looks for long enough for Shang Qinghua to flee the scene
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