#bold self insert

[joseigamer]

Persona 2: Homophobia Simulator (2011)

Bonus:

#persona #persona 2 #p2 #tatsujun #tatsuya suou #jun kurosu #p2is #75% of all the demons in persona 2 are homophobic. LMAO #jack frost being homophobic is really funny to me like of course atlus's mascot is #yaoi #<- sorry. tagging purposes #while tatsujun/p2 has its flaws i think its very bold of them to give jun and tatsuya a chance to defend themselves in 1999 #(the dialogue is the same presumably) #the thing abt p4 i just couldnt stand is how its all supposed to be so funny even the player's self insert is fine with it. #also there kind of is something inherently funny about a demon saying ''so this is the modern day of sodom...'' LMAO #Lich is an ally. #Rasputin hates all human life equally #the video source link contains every demon's reaction to tatsujun's contact - though i recommend watching it on mute or at 2 times speed #(its somewhat repetitive but a good resource and provided clean footage) #games

[revvywevvy]

i would commit so many crimes for you bittergiggle garten of banban [zoom-ins under the cut]

#913's art #ok to rb #digital art #clip studio paint #bittergiggle #self insert #♡ bittergiggle #self ship art #self insert community #wlw self ship #//bittergiggle my lovely my silly my pookie #//im rewriting the banbanon (banban canon). im doing it for u babygirl. (also doing it like 2% 4 my girl son but mainly for my jesterwife.) #//though im probably only gonna share it w/ my friends idek. if i get bold enough i'll share it here. #//hes too good for this world. hes too good in general really. my silly. #//.....sorry if im making like zero sense its 8am and ive been up all night i need to go to bed LOL #//was up all night drawing my sillies #//OK IT FIXED I CAN PUT EVERYTHING BACK THANK GOODNESS

[not-another-robin]

Brave and the Bold more like Mighty and the....... Mold

#narsposting #dc comics #batman: the brave and the bold #mighty mouse #dc oc #dc self insert #marcel montgomery

[rexscanonwife]

The ‘cat batch’ AU by @/cloneenthusiast has me feeling some type of way and I couldn’t rest until I drew doggirl Brea for catboy crosshair 😳❣ so...nya I guess!

#artfarts #self insert #self ship #self shipping community #self insert community #self insert x canon #star wars self insert #the bad batch self insert #crosshair tbb #again. a bit bold of me to tag as such -blows note on pitch pipe- im..insane in the memembrane! #on god its a little too late for me to care #im sleepy and I JUST WANNA THROW THIS OUT HERE TO FORGET ABOUT IT #DIE CRY HATE #HOW CAN I HELP IT WHEN HE'S SUCH A PRETTY KITTY #gghhhhhh #and its kind of a whole thing when he normally calls the reader 'kitten' in fics im throwing up #how did this happen #anyways i was gonna schedule this #but tbh i dont want u guys to see it YOU'D BETTER BE COOL #so ill go ahead and post now at 1;15 in the gd morning \ #im mentally ill #but i had my friend jude help me out with the dog/cat ear anatomy a little bit #theyve been a furry ever since ive known them #and for coloring the fur at least for brea i went a bit chili heeler for it #my bff pointed that out which i thought was kinda cute #anyways turn your eyes away from this wretched thing good NIGHT #🎯 baby shot me down 🎯

[a-lonely-dunedain]

PoV instance: The Hideout but you're a would-be Blackwold deserter

I was having trouble writing a proper character bio post for Ealwar to introduce you all to her, so instead I got struck with a sudden bolt of motivation to write that scene that's been rattling around in my head for years and was technically the initial inspiration for her whole character! enjoy! or not, this is rather sad.

It's quiet now.

Your ears have finally stopped ringing from that horrible scream let out by the... well, what was once a Ranger. You're not sure exactly what the Northerner's made of him, but you hesitate to call him human anymore.

The muscles in you legs ache terribly from crouching in that dark corner, but you haven't dared to move an inch. It's been hours, maybe, since that elf came through and released the mad Ranger and- and... Edd and Walt tried to protect you from her.

You tried to tell them to hide with you, but they were too scared or too stupid or too brave to risk letting you be found, so they tried to fight off the elf.

But you remained hidden, even after you heard them both cut down by the elf like it was nothing. Even after you heard the elf fight her way back through the front entrance and silence once again fell over the hideout.

You didn't help them of course, useless girl that you are, and they're dead like all the others. You think your father was right about you.

Edd and Walt didn't want to die for this cause. They joined the Blackwolds for freedom, to live as their own masters, not to be drafted into the Northerner's war. They were planning to desert either tomorrow or the next day, and to take you with them. You were going to find some new path for yourselves, maybe even give honest work another shot seeing as this whole brigandry thing wasn't working out, but those hopes are all gone now.

It's just you now. Lone, cowardly, survivor.

More hours pass. You're too terrified to move. You think nothing of danger lingers here, but that's not what you're afraid of.

You know that just beyond this stack of crates you've wedged yourself behind, the corpses of your only two friends in the world lay waiting for you, skin greyed and eyes clouded and faces frozen in terror. You cannot bring yourself to look, you cannot bring yourself to move. You cry a little. Alright, you cry a lot. You quietly sob until your eyes burn and your head is pounding.

You don’t think they wanted you to die down here, even though you suppose you deserve it. You’re going to have to leave eventually, and face the grisly sight of your failure. You take a sharp breath, a vain attempt to steel yourself, before crawling out from your hiding place an struggling to shaky feet.

There they are, just as you expected to find them. Edd is face down in the pool of their mingled blood, his rusty blade still gripped tightly in his hand. You think it’s some small mercy that you cannot see his face too, for just the sight of Walt’s is almost enough to break you. As his clouded eyes stare vacancy past you, you try to remember how they looked earlier today, filled with light as he sung tales of near-forgotten heroes and grand adventurers to you and Edd by the fire, taking your minds off the darkness of the last few weeks. But you can’t remember it so well now. You think this sight will never leave your mind.

Their wounds are clean but deep. It looks like the elf killed them with ruthless efficiency, and they did not suffer long at least. You try to take some comfort in that, but you just feel sick instead.

You don’t want to leave them down here, to let their bodies be food for rats and whatever other manner of creatures find their way down from the marsh, but you are not strong enough to carry their bodies anywhere else.

Somehow you manage to find more tears to cry. Your eyes still burn. They don’t deserve this. They at least deserve a proper burial but you can’t even give them that. You take some blankets from the nearby cots and cover their lifeless bodies, the most dignity you have the means to give them in death.

Your eyes fall to Walt’s lute and Edd's drum laying there near them. The lute was damaged beyond repair in the fighting, but the drum seems to be in tact. Part of you thinks it should be left with Edd, but another part of you doesn’t want to leave it for whatever scavengers come down here to loot the bodies, so with trembling hands you pick it up and stow it in your pack.

You tell them both you are sorry. They cannot hear you, and they cannot forgive you.

You silently make your way up to the main cavernous room you used as a common area, stepping over more bodies. At least these did not belong to your friends. You think every single person in the hideout besides you is dead. It's what you thought, but seeing it first hand is... You want to get out of here. Now.

You heard the 'Ranger' screech again from the front entrance shortly after the elf left that way. You're not going back out that way. Instead you turn to your left, making for the secret exit in the back of Skunkwood's makeshift throne-room.

Speaking of Skunkwood, you find his body in the threshold, killed in the same clean way everyone else was. You can't say you feel sorry for him, you never liked the way he looked at you, but you do feel sorry for his two hounds lying dead next to him. He raised them to be vicious killers, and they were very mean dogs, but none of them deserved the treatment he put those poor beasts through.

You pick through Skunkwood's pockets and find a small bag of coins. If he had more riches from Angmar, he didn't carry it with him and you're not sticking around to look for it. This should at least be enough to put you up in a tavern for a few nights, and maybe buy some supplies.

You slip out past Skunkwood's 'throne', as usual trying to ignore the alarmingly large piles of skulls surrounding it, and climb your way up above ground. It's still technically night, but the sky is beginning to get a little lighter.

Near the entrance you find Skunkwood's mare tethered to a stump. She seems a little spooked, you guess she heard all the screeching even up here, but she's had a few hours to calm down now so she lets you approach.

She's a well-tempered horse, and lets you mount her without much convincing. You don't think she belonged to Skunkwood for very long, all his animals ended up mean or skiddish.

You cannot go back to Bree, not in what's clearly a Blackwold recruit's uniform. The guards already know you as a troublemaker, and you doubt they'll be inclined to show any lenience to any Blackwold after what happened in Archet, so you make your way south to meet up with the east road and go... somewhere else, you guess. You're glad the horse won't judge you for crying so much.

#anyway huh yep! #this was basically the point where Ealwar's character came into existence all those years ago. this scene right here #when I played The Hideout on Ethedis and talked to the two friendly blackwolds playing songs in the back room #and was very upset that she had to kill them #I was so upset that I made a whole new OC and Ethedis somehow became a sorta-villain in her backstory oops! #gonna be honest I think that was a pretty bold choice for me to make as a kid considering Etheids was basically a self-insert at that point #like to paint her in such a.... bad(?) light y'know. #not sure what to make of that but I think it's pretty cool #lotro #lotro fic #lotro oc #Ealwar

[availableclimate]

So I just finished watching Sky High and I got the idea of a self-insert fic where I’m Wills brother.

It would basically be just the movie but I’m in it. But, I do plan on using it as a practice for writing my Daughter of Silvie AU (with high school and stuff I realized it was going to take longer than I thought) which would then be a stepping stone for a much bigger crossover fic that I want to write, now all that’s left to do is to keep getting as much of my work done, try to find time to rewatch the movie, and perhaps I would have some more writing experience!

#sky high #fanfic #self insert #Am I using italics right? #Was I using bold right? #Sorry if my other fic is taking so long.

[kakusu-shipping]

I, the real human person, have no problem with and even actively enjoy sharing and shipping my F/Os. However someone has recently taken up an issue with my nonchalance at the whole deal.

#Emile's Arts #Koro-Sensei #Which is really bold of him to do when I catch him in the Korosensei/Karasuma AO3 tag every other month or so #Do I know how AO3 tags work? No. I do not use the site #I simply glance to know the state of things from time to time #I cannot stress enough how funny this is to me though #HE'S jealous for me #He enjoys shipping himself and loves seeing me self ship with other characters #but something about me shipping him with ANYONE is upsetting to him #Unless he brings it up like if he tries to gush at me about his F/Os or Aguri (or anyone from his canon actually) #And I DON'T respond with 'Yeah you make a cute couple' or smth then he's even MORE upset #I love him SO much he's so silly #What he'd LOVE is for me to sit down and write the Assassination Classroom Self Insert fic #But it's simply not happening my guy not this rewatch anyway

[vibbybee]

I love causing emotional turmoil :3

#sorry I love Prince but they will not know happiness around me #Prince should feel lucky I gave them the least amount of issue #Stares at Cupid #Actually my new milgram oc/self insert don’t got issues yet #that can change tho #jus you wait #ALSO ID LOVE TO SEE YOU TRY TO PICK ME UP AND SPIN ME AROUND #VERY BOLD OF YOU TO ASSUME THAT I WONT DO IT FIRST #!!!!

[amalthea9]

An image I've had in my brain about a year trying to bring to life💜 so here's a piece for Happy and Styles.💜⚓️🌊

My headcannon is that she signs her letters to Styles as just My Sailor but occasionally, when she's missing him more than usual, she signs My Jolly Sailor Bold.

And it's what I call Styles myself so I felt it meaningful.💜

@ariel-seagull-wings @aragarna @ailendolin @twice-told-tales @angelixgutz @thealmightyemprex @lieutenant-cinnamon-roll @captain-dad @silverfoxstole

#my art #horatio hornblower styles #hornblower ocs #hornblower oc #happy clementine #styles x happy #support self inserts #my self insert art #my jolly sailor bold #sean gilder

[floragators]

Simple Self-indulgence

I just felt like drawing me kissing Scarecrow (specifically the Brave and the Bold) I just think he’s neat af <33

I don’t need therapy, I can just draw myself kissing my f/o because I can draw. The thought of it makes me giddy. I feel like a total gremlin fr.

#gatia simping #batman the brave and the bold #batman scarecrow #jonathan crane #btbatb #self insert x canon #canon x self insert #scarecrow x self insert #self insert x scarecrow #gatia x scarecrow #scarecrow x gatia #traditional art #nurse gatia #scareygators #alligatia #gatia

[ufolvr]

Marriage is the best thing best friends can do together (no romance necessary to win)

#not pictured bc i didnt feel like drawing it r their wedding rings + citrus' indigo ring #also yeah that's not a regular indigo outfit either. for obvious reasons i didnt want him to wear one #just a funny weird crop top for me thanks! #cornado #self insert #selfshipping #art tag #self insert art #f/o #fictional other #selfship #self ship #mlm self insert #batman tbatb #batman the brave and the bold #red tornado #dc #indigo lantern #also i didnt look at their colors at all while making this so citrus' outfit colors might look off. its whatever #also if he Has to have the indigo emblem somewhere its on the back

[darkforestwarriors]

having conniptions at 3am as I realize that my only fully finished and realized fanfics are a one shot warrior cats vampire AU and a long ass one piece self insert shipfic that no one other than me will ever lay eyes on (probably?)

why am I like this help

#useless text post #I find myself writing almost exclusively self insert actually which I don't care if people find cringe but even so I find myself unable to #release them into the wilds #I have a couple non self insert-y ideas but its so hard to get. into the headspace to write them #or maybe I take them more seriously? #but then again I took my two longest self insert fics pretty seriously too so idk I guess i'm stuck unable to pass the embarrassment barrie #the embarrier as you will #secretly part of me does want to go ahead and post them now that I have an AO3 account but also the worries #what if peopel see them? #but even worse I think somehow is if I knew lots of people did see them and just ignored them I would fucking die #But like ...my tastes. are very formulaic and also specific #what if they bore people? On the other hand: What if they're exactly what someone has been looking for #im overthinking all this LMAO #I don't think im brave enough to do it tonight but maybe. maybe one day I'll be bold I'll be brave etc etc. #cringe on main blah blah #no one will read my inane word vomit tags anyways what am I worried for #(pleas validate me)

[morgast]

roller skate into my view / hold my gaze tonight / hold my baby, i love you / see you smile so bright

#lyrics art #jack stauber #self insert #selfship #st agatha city #denver #artistsontumblr #my art #this was good practice for me #i usually dont do bold colors like that so this was a fun experiment #i say fun but i DID agonize over this for around 7 hours #im pretty happy with it now tho and audio liked it so it was all worth it :)

[sri-rachaa]

My fem!Lovely OC sketch for the night

#redacted asmr lovely #redacted asmr vincent #if I said lovely wasn’t just a self insert basically I’d be bold face lying #I’m so sorry #down bad for vinny man #except lovely is simply e m b e l l i s h e d me- #also this is a mini board thing #I might post the full thing idk #rae draws thingz

[sennamybeloved]

// gift giving!

~ ship; mary-beth gaskill x fox (s/i)

~ word count; 980-ish

~ authors note; women..............i love women. also i'm sorry if arthur's dialogue feels unnatural, i did not put as much thought into his characterization as i did mary-beth's. also i did not and will not proofread so i cannot gauge the quality of this fic.

~ reblogs appreciated!

“Fox! Miss Fox!” They hear Mary-Beth calling from across the camp. 

As they hear her footsteps approach, they finally put down the piece of wood they’ve been whittling for the past hour and turn around to face her. “Yes?”

Mary-Beth comes to a halt in front of them. She has an expression on her face that’s bright and warm, like sunshine, and she’s visibly excited over… something. Likely the thing she’s cupping in hands.

“I found somethin’ neat while I was in town! I thought you would like it…” she crouches down next to them. She slowly opens her hands, unveiling a small, semi-translucent purple crystal. From all of the books they’ve read, Fox can easily identify this stone as Amethyst, but… it’s quite rare to see it around here. In shops, in the ground, anywhere.

“Where did you get this?” They look up at Mary-Beth, wearing a slight-yet-genuine smile on their face.

“There was a vender sellin’ little trinkets and collectors items. He had a buncha cool stuff, but I’ve heard you talk about crystals a lot, so…”

Fox plucks the crystal from her open palm, holding it up to the light so they can inspect it. It’s as genuine as genuine can be… as far as they can tell.

“Mary, this is beautiful.” They muse, their smile widening. “Looks authentic, too. Fantastic find!”

She blooms under their praise, her cheeks reddening as she begins fidgeting with her hands.  “I’m glad y’ like it, Fox.”

They admire it for a moment longer, before turning to face Mary-Beth with a tiny smirk playing on their lips. “How much do you think this would’ve cost?” They ask.

“20 bucks.” She answers simply. “I’d know—I paid for it.”

Fox’s eyes widen. “You paid for this? Oh, now I’m even more honored. First time I’ve ever seen you pay for something, I think.”

She laughs aloud; a beautiful sound, like the chiming of silver bells of a tune from an expensive opera piano. It makes their heart skip.

“Oh shush, you have too seen me pay for things!” She gives their arm a playful shove. “I just… prefer robbin’ over payin’. You do too. We all do!”

“Simmer down missy, I never said it was a bad thing.” Fox chuckles.

They finally decide to pocket the crystal, stowing it away where it’ll be safe and they don’t risk losing it. Until they can get it back to their tent, that is. They then shift their attention—and their unwavering gratitude—towards Mary-Beth, who sits on the grass beside them, staring up at them with glimmering forest green eyes.

The afternoon sun highlights every detail of her beautiful face, from her thick, almost doll-like eyelashes to her freckled face, from the slight curve of her nose to the fullness of her cheeks. She’s gorgeous. Oh, so gorgeous. It nearly takes Fox’s breath away.

After a long moment, they finally find their words: “Thank you, Mary.” They whisper, cupping her face and pressing a gentle kiss on the bridge of her nose. 

She giggles sweetly, placing her hands over theirs and pressing their foreheads together. “It’s no problem at all, darling.”

They remain like that for a moment longer, nuzzling into each other as they bask in the moment… until they are (quite rudely) interrupted by a certain camp member's commentary.

“Good to see the lovebirds out and about.” Fox sighs and squeezes their eyes shut. Fucking Arthur.

“This is a private conversation, Morgan” They say to him, reluctantly pulling away from Mary-Beth’s touch so that they can get a better look at him.

“What’s so private about smoochin’ in the middle of camp?” He retaliates. Fox rolls their eyes.

“I guess not much, friend. Now could you leave us alone?” They snap back, and Arthur is quick to take the hint—as he usually is. I suppose that’s an upside to his nosey nature; when you tell him to piss off, he does.

Once he backs off, resuming his stroll around camp, Fox shifts their attention back to Mary-Beth. She doesn’t look at all bothered by the intrusion. As a matter of fact, she looks rather amused.

“Strange man, that one is.” Fox huffs.

“You’re a strange man too, Fox.” Mary-Beth replies, punctuating her words by pecking them on the lips. “Besides… perhaps Arthur was right. Maybe we should move this to one of our tents.”

They shrug. “Yeah, I guess. Any chores you should be doing right now?”

She shakes her head. “What about you?”

“Clearly not, since I’ve been carving a stick for the past however long. Till you showed up.”

With that, the pair rises to their feet. Mary-Beth takes Fox’s hand. Hers is much softer and more delicate than theirs, but they fit together so perfectly. They begin meandering towards her tent, attempting to avoid the prying eyes of camp members that may or may not need something from them.

Mary-Beth goes unchecked, but unfortunately, Fox catches Hosea’s eye. “Fox! Can you go help Arthur take care of the horses, please? I haven’t seen you up and moving all day.”

Fox lets out a loud and over-dramatic groan of annoyance. They just can’t have a moment without interruption today, can they? They reluctantly release their girlfriend’s hand, putting over to the horses, past Hosea, away from Mary-Beth’s tent. 

“Love can wait, Fox. Life, however, cannot.” Hosea commentates. They reply with a small, agitated ‘mhm’ and little else.

“I’ll see you in a bit, Fox!” Mary-Beth calls out. They glance over their shoulder to see her waving exuberantly. “Don’t take too long!”

That makes them smile and pick up their pace. Yeah, they will see her in a bit… which should inspire them to move through this faster; more diligently. That way, they can get back to her faster, and they can resume where they had left off. Who knew romance could be such an effective motivator? 

However, her newfound positivity is soon dulled by a familiar voice. 

“Good ol’ Hosea.” Arthur says, walking past Fox with a bale of hay in his arms.

“Shut up, Morgan.”

#HEHE #📜💐 shall i compare thee to a summer’s day? 💐📜 #arthur placeholder tag #self ship community #self shipping #selfship #f/o community #self ship fanfiction #self insert #self insert x canon #s/i: fox #lotus writes #rdr2 self ship #red dead redemption self ship #fandom tags........thats bold #i mean technically they are fandom tags #i know the fandom will find this. im prepared #lesbian self ship #wlw selfship #lesbian selfship #nblw selfship

[paintalyx]

so remember the sillyfunny yaoi i pitched about some serbian bloke wooing an alien in 2009 belgrade that started off as a meme about shipping dynamics? yeah, so i've been building alien skull mockups out of paper all evening and making drafts for an armature/jewelery wire structure skeleton to figure out the way that the alien would move

#my stuff #see this is what always happens with these human/alien ships #i get way too invested in biology and logistics of things #even smut is just a means to an end cause understanding physiology behind the reproductive system is key for developing a fictional species #ah also i said that this is out of my comfort zone but i'm getting bold and ballsy about venturing outside #i have so many notes already!! #my self insert at 11: yeah so there's this girl who's really cool and kicks ass and everyone is afraid of her and also she's one of the boy #and she isn't interested in dumb girly things like romance and makeup and she draws and watches anime and listens to all tge music i like!! #self insert at 21: so he's literally me if i didn't live with my parents and if i was more of a loser less asexual and if i studied biology