Self Insert - Blog Posts

Hank x Alligatia

A sorta crack pairing of shipping my fnf self insert Alligatia with Hank because I felt like drawing nice girl x killer boyo

She is gifting him a blender :3 and Hank now accepts her as his alligator gf. THEY ARE SO CUTE I LOVE THEMM

G(H)OST | FNF Mini-Comic

Have a mini comic made by my besties truly and idea by me. Please give this more hype then before- the idea was so hilarious

This is inspired by one of my childhood(which was never meant to be one) adult comedy movie A Haunted House. Specifically the scene with the Ouija board.

Featuring my OC Alligatee, My friends OC Higanbana, Carol, GF, and Garcello at the very end lol. He got slandered sadly.

MC Self Insert: Serpente

Ayo it’s me back at it again with my self inserts but this time with Madness Combat :3 She also is originally a horror slasher character so that’s why she looks more human. Here is Serpente!

They identify as Nonbinary they/them and she/her

Possibly a demon? Who knows

Definitely of girlboss gaslight gatekeep

Kind of a tease and really chill person

Demi-Bisexual

In their late 20s

Their aesthetic is grunge

Artist and Guitarist

Shipped with Hank J Wimbleton

They don’t see too well with their right eye, it’s not blind it’s that the vision is wack when looking far away while holding the other eye. (Real fact about me lmao)

Welp- that’s most of the info besides what’s on her ref! I really love her though :)

Joyfriend x Boyfriend

Here is a drawing that I made recently, not too proud of this one but eh it’s self insert x Canon! Featuring Joyfriend and Boyfriend <3

Yes I legit have a crush on Boyfriend, Whitty, and Girlfriend lol and I may do one with Girlfriend too :3

FNF Self Insert: Joyfriend

I made a third self insert for comfort reasons and to ship with BF and GF since they are my two crushes!

Their actual name is still in concept, but I love to call them Joyfriend or JF

They are based on inaccurate 1900s dinosaurs (specifically Spinosaurus) and 1950s monster movies

They identify as Demigirlflux and go (preferably) by they/them and she/her

Ace-Bisexual Panromantic

They are pretty fit and strong and around 5'11 or so

That's all I got for them so far! I May update it soon

Minus Mod! Alligatia/ Gatoris

So here is my self insert in Minus because I felt like it! The possibility of Alligatia being a mod is low but ey I can just imagine. So I wanted to get super creative with her design and actually based her on what I actually look in real life, a red hoodie with black pants. The slight change is that Alligatia’s hoodie is a flower-patterned theme. And just for fun, I have some lore for my minus gorl. Alligatia is covered in white roots which I wanna say represents her being bound to her flower considered gorl doesn’t spend time with flowers or earth, staying inside like a bozo (just like me) Heck, I might as well nickname her Gatoris because alligator connections. I'll do her flowergator minus self.

My self insert showcase!

So like I wanna show off my self insert aka actually me with my human self and fursona comparison. Again I will say that this is myself and I'm not comfy at all with anyone using them for harmful reasons.

Her name is Alligatee btw!

- They/she/them/her | Demigirlflux Non-Binary - Aceflux Bisexual Panromantic - Shipped with Whitty and Julian - Human and Flowergator - Can't sing or rap for shit but can draw and write - Loves Godzilla movies

Here is something pog swaggers! This is my fursona (yes she is a reptile but can still be called that) that I finally feel connected to. She is a flowergator that I prefer to call Alligatia

I like to ship her with (human) Whitty since self insert is valid. I’ll post a human version which is basically just me. My pronouns are she/they!

Can you also tell I’m a GF kinnie

Can I kindly ask for sukuna to fuck me like that's all I really want but I want the whole sha'bang okay. Like can I just wake up to this grumpy demon cat fucking me to an inch of my life huh too much to ask. Then can I wake up next to him for the rest of my life that can't be much right. If I can't have those then can I just have a little highschool sweetheart romance with this man and the live out everything previously typed, like I'm not obsessed I'm addicted okay I don't think I'll make it till tomorrow like please can we hold hands and walk around in a park, can we watch a movie but just letting play in the background as we kiss, can we just be together this can't be too much to ask, can I just pester and annoy him for hours on end while he works so I can get a proper dicking down. Like I want to do everything with this man OMFG like have kids and live happily ever after. I just wanna sit at the dinner table eating the food he so lovingly prepared for us, or sit on the couch dissing Disney for their shit live actions. This can't possibly be too much to ask right, right. Okay if it's too much can he be my co-worker or like this dude who has the same jogging route as me so that we always intersect and give each other a little smile and wave. I swear that's not too much to ask if we could be friends with benefits I just wanna have some kind of relationship with this man, can we be online friends like at this point pictures and video calls are enough cause let's be for real we're in different continents this has to be the most realistic right right. Anything to be even remotely close to this man. That can't be too much too ask. Or we can be penpals just please.

I think this might be the first time I’m actually posting something on tumblr? Don’t really remember. Anyways, here’s what’s left of my brain after the resurgence of gravity falls. I don’t really know how this website works, or the etiquette, but I am cringe and I embrace it so I think I belong (°▽°)

Here is @theclassiccake House of Mouse self-insert chatting with my House of Mouse self-insert chatting our crushes on villains. I completely understand your obsession with Dr.Facilier 😆, I am obsessed with Clayton. I’m wearing a waitress outfit because I thought it will be a cute idea! I hope you like this drawing!

Gold Serpent of Shie Hassaikai

“Come here, you little fucking thief!!” A child pushes through the busy streets of Musutafu. His slender legs carried his whole skinny body towards a cold park. It was cold and empty, just like his stomach as it rumbled. He walked to an empty bench and sat down, a sigh of relief leaving his dry mouth. He took a huge bite out of the bread he had stolen.

He had no choice. He was hungry, practically starving. Every passing person looked at him with pity yet did nothing to assist his poor situation, just… watching him suffer was “enough” to help him. 

It did not.

It had only filled him with rage.

His rage slowly filled his stomach everytime a hero walked by. Instead of their assisting and gentle hands– like he expected from stories– he was left with scraps being tossed at him by them. The scraps were mere scraps, nothing useful for his survival. Only a gesture of nothing. Absolutely nothing.

With one another bite, he felt his stomach acids coming up to the surface. He placed his half-eaten bread and hurled forward, pressing his arms against his aching stomach as all of his food on the grass, now a waste. His stomach growled for more food but he had none, only his half-eaten bread.

He grabbed his bread and ate it slowly but faster than before, eventually eating it all and it settled alright in his stomach. He stood up and slowly wobbled to the alleyways. His legs slowly dragged his light body towards the busy streets once again, his intentions to steal arose again. His eyes danced around, looking at the colorful stores bustling in the cold night. A shiver went down his pale skin, feeling a cold coming which only caused further problems to himself.

With a sigh, he decided to find a shelter, as the night was getting colder by each passing second. He walked into a shop– hoping for the store owner or manager to let him stay for the heaters– only to be pushed out of the shop like some stray dog, disgusting and filthy to be let in. His knees scraped the ground, bruising and slight bleeding occurred. The little boy only stood up once again and struggled to walk again, tripping every once and a while.

He found himself under the highways. It was cold… but warm enough than in the middle of the streets. He sat down and huddled up. His knees pressed against his chest, and his arms wrapped around his scraped and bruised legs. He dropped his head, feeling himself ready to sob. 

He would do anything to go back to his loving parents, his lovely house, and the warm and cozy fireplace that only brought warmth and comfort to his whole body.

But he knew it was no longer possible. They were dead. What could he do? Nothing.

Closing his eyes, he tried to gather some sort of warmth from his cold surroundings. Friction from his hands only brought little heat to comfort him. His eyes open once again, his black eyes becoming teary-eyed. He hated his situation but he could not do anything to change it. Afterall, he was just a boy.

“Are you alright, young man?” He looked up with widened eyes. It was a tall and broad man. His face was nothing but a black blank space, unable to see his face. He couldn’t tell what sort of expression he had on his face. Angry? Pity? What was it?

The man reached forward to touch the boy, causing him to flinch and backed away. The man paused, his hand caught up in the air. He stared right back at the boy’s black eyes, his gold pupils glowing which piqued an interest in him. “Where are your parents?” he asked. No answer. The boy’s eyes followed as the old man sat down on the muddy land under the highway. He was a bit surprised to have seen this. He had a proper suit on, tie and everything. His thoughts consisted of ‘why is he sitting? His suit..’ and ‘what a nice suit…’ as he analyzed the man. 

“Mr. Chisaki..” The old man was shocked to have heard this, a quiet gasp left his mouth. “That is my name… how do you know that, young man?” he looked closer, curiosity seeping out of him. “It is your Quirk?” the boy looked at him with caution… but nodded.

The man was now fully intrigued by his answer. ‘Perhaps an analytic Quirk?’ he wondered. The grey-haired man stood up, peeling his suit jacket off and crouched down once again and wrapped him around like a burrito. The little boy, shrivelled and cold, instantly felt warmth from the big and perfectly tailored jacket. He looked up at him with slight hope. Hope that he could stay with the man, now that he feels somewhat comfortable with him.

“Come with me, son. I’ll help you.” He extended his rough hand towards him. This was the first time the boy had seen the man’s smile. It was warm and gentle, unlike his rough and buff exterior. Who knew a tough guy would have such a smile? The boy looked down at hand in front of him, inviting him to a better life.

His small and cold hand extended forward, placing gently in his hand. The warmth of the old man’s hand instantly heats up his own cold hands. Mr. Chisaki guided the boy to his arms and he lifted him up, his legs and torso held up. The boy sighed a sigh of relief, feeling the warmth from the man’s instantly warming him up. He relaxed almost immediately. His grip was tight and secure.. Yet it was gentle and reassuring, reassuring him that everything’s going to be okay.

“What’s your name, by the way?” Mr. Chisaki looked down, hoping for an answer. He wasn’t sure the boy had a name, but he wanted to ask to make sure. “...Tomo…” Despite being his name, he always hated it, never wanted anyone to call him such a name. It seems Mr. Chisaki had catched up on his hate for his name from the pause he had. “I could, of course… give you a new name? A fresh new start.” The boy immediately lightened up at the suggestion. His head shook frantically, practical stars in his eyes, filled to the brink with excitement. Mr. Chisaki chuckled, enjoying his excitement.

“How would you like the name, Kouki ?” -----------------------------------------------------------

★☽A/N: Okay so... this is an odd idea for a new X OC I want to do! If this gets a bunch of notes and such, I might make it into a series and of course, will be published on Wattpad like my other series, A Drop of Blood and A Shine of Hope!

Got bored again so here's my BNHA Oc: Haruka Masaki!!

If you do want to know more about him, you can check out A Shine Of Hope on Wattpad!

@ocelottajokes and me :>

It was my birthday yesterday, this is the gift I gave myself. I wanted to finnish this yesterday, but it took longer than I thought.

Don’t worry, I recieved gifts from other people too

Just something I drew for fun.

Something I made during Halloween. It’s Just my character wearing a costume, I’m dressed as the “church grim” if you wanted to know what my costume is based off.

Made my own Spidersona! Not meant to be me but accidentally made her look like me (sorta)

Whoops.

She’s basically me lol

“Spidey sense is telling me there’s a Taco Bell nearby”

She doesn’t have a name yet though. Any suggestions?

I was trying for something closer to a comic book artsyle this time. I based her design in the Purple and Gold Jumping Spider. Yeah. That’s it’s actual name. Hence why I’m not using it for her 😂

If you wanna draw my girl hanging with your spider, or other hero/villain, feel free! I’d love to see it!

Click for better quality (dang it tumblr)

A random, self-insert story. Idk if I’ll continue it.

Just so you know, the inserted character acts nothing like me (they’re too extrovert), but they act in the way I wanted to act if I met her. Anyway, it’s just a silly and fun story that I wanted to write a lot. AO3

> Next chapter

Ray

It happened in a joyful day.

The garden was livid, full of flowers and colorful Nixies. A breeze flowed through, making the leaves dance on air, bringing a sense of calm in the disturbed mind who walked by.

It was impossible to don’t get mesmerized by her flaming hair. Crimson and wild, it seemed like fire itself. Her slim legs paced slowly in the grass, and the Nixies hurried to check out the bloody bandages. These were around her legs, arms and neck, but the woman seemed unbothered.

Instead, her face was hollow. The bags under her eyes told a tale, and her cracked lips continued it. Clouds could be seen in her red irises, simmering over dilated pupils that were focused beyond; far beyond from there.

For a moment, they looked up and noticed the tree over her. Its shadow was solid, protecting her frail skin from the sun.

It was perfect, truly.

Her legs immediately faltered and she fell over the roots. It was quite uncomfortable, but did it matter? She had been in worse conditions and yet, there she was, still alive. So she stayed there, eyes closed, with a pulsing numbness hovering in her body.

She did take more than the normal. She had to. They were so insistent... their voices, pleas and screams. They had crawled under her skin —thus the wounds on her body—, but no longer.

All she could hear were whispers slipping past like sand. The words were feeble, and she couldn’t make out their meanings. She didn’t want to. Didn’t care to.

Some would call it madness.

Peace, she named it.

There was nothing like the pure state of silence and unconsciousness. Fleeting memories would come and leave, no thoughts were required, and the outer world wouldn’t reach her.

For this reason, she frowned at the new stimulus from outside her mind.

“Hellooo,” hummed serene. “Are you fine?”

Goosebumps surged from the stroke on her cheek. So gentle, so sweet, barely touching her. It didn’t felt like Hiélo’s or Sylris’s. It was more… refreshing.

Kenyan opened her eyes and the world around was spinning. Everything was blurred and abstract, except the person in front of her.

“So you are alive!” They smiled and tilted their head. “You got me worried for a sec’, you know?”

Their voice settled in her ears, feeling like a massage in her brain. Soothing, relaxed, warm… she never heard anything like that, did she?

And their face was a sight. Radiant and beautiful, youthful in the tender light. They looked happy. Complete.

When and how did she kill them?

She stared and stared, watching as they accommodated themselves laid in the fresh grass. Their eyes shone at her, as if waiting for something.

“I’m sorry,” she muttered. “I don’t remember you.”

“Of course you don’t, it’s the first time we met.” They giggled and held her hand. “Though I know you, Kenyan. You’re so awesome! I’ve always wanted to talk to you like this.”

She didn’t held their hand back. Not because she didn’t want, but because she didn’t have strength to. Somehow, the person seemed to know it.

“What are you doing here?” they asked.

Running. Escaping. Hiding.

“Resting,” she answered.

“Hmm, your garden is very beautiful, indeed a wonderful place to rest.” They nodded and then gasped. “Can I live here?! I promise to take care of everything while you’re out!”

Live there?

“Why?”

“Because it’s great, and I get to see you!” Their eyes smiled. “Will you come to visit me often?”

She blinked and her finger twitched. Who was that daring person? She didn’t say they could live there, but they’re asking if she’ll visit them. She never saw their face, but they talk as if they were long friends. How so shameless? How so casual? How so nice?

“Okay, I will.”

“Yey!” They cheered and got up in a jump. “You’re the best, Kenyan! See you soon, your love is coming to get you!”

And just like that, they left like they appeared.

…what was it? A spirit, a ghost or hallucination?

She didn’t even ask their name. So rude of her…

They said her love was coming; did they mean Sylris? People trust his words more than rumors, and he said so convincingly that they were deeply in love… yuck.

But for her surprise, the arms who held her weren’t Sylris. Even in her sick state, she knew it was Hiélo. Her love.

How did they know it?

Straining her eyes, she glanced at Hiélo who was visibly worried, carrying her to somewhere. He was rushing. So cute.

“Élo, did you see someone in the garden?…”

His ears twitched. “What did you say?”

“Short…” she mumbled half-awaken, half-asleep, “shiny, shameless, sheepish…” she chuckled. “Why am I ‘sh-ing’ everything?”

“Focus, Kenyan!” He held her slightly tighter. “Was somebody with you?!”

“I don’t know. They said they were gonna live there. It’s their home. Don’t shove them away.”

“Oh great evil...” He frowned and barked at the other guards, saying a lot of orders, but she wasn’t hearing anymore.

Her mind faltered beyond; far beyond from there. To where the person was. To when she was going to see them again.

She couldn’t wait for it.

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Character Introduction

I realize while I post a lot of irl stuff, this has became a very mixed blog where I interact with RP accounts as a mixture of a self insert oc so guess I'll make one then for proper interactions! While she may be similar to me, she's not me if that makes sense?

This is Blizzard, a tired writer who is trapped in her editor's basement until she writes something. Which is affectively 90% of the time embodiment of the "does everything EXCEPT write". She gets lost easily, which is how she runs into the most random of people.

I used picrew to make this image

New Vegas self insert, because now it’s one of my favorite games :|

They’re name is Finn and is a prospector born in Westside but now wanders around the Mojave for better scrap. Their pre-war frog hat was found and gifted to them by my courier oc. I’ll explain their relationship more when I introduce him.

Background-less and original sketches under cut

Blacked out are sketches of my courier that I’ll do a digital drawing one day

I dunno if this content is allowed on this site anymore but,,

Yes!! I finally drew Strade and it looks pretty good! Other character is a self-insert of sorts lol.

(Strade belongs to @gatobob !)

Hi!! so more david drawings but I wanted to try to do something for the david self shippers/ yume shippers as well!! :3c

this drawing is basically david and your oc being silly and in love<3

Never posted art here before but the world needs to see me and brachium 😍 (it's still a WIP but idc)

Another post from my old TikTok account that I should probably delete since I’m no longer using it lmao

But yea these two are self inserts for me and my bf so yea, we’re hoping to get married one day, even tho we are pretty young.

its maya fey monday

ft me if I was in ace attorney

PLEASE SHOW US UR YUME ART!!!!!!!!!!

- hollie-san

@hollie-san JUST BECAUSE OF THIS ASK, I MADE A REF FOR MY FREAK. (this was bound to happen actually but this was just further incentive LOL)

Say hi to Ash! This is basically just how i look irl for the most part tbh minus some tweaks. The goober is shipped with Osomatsu and that's aaabout it (but I have been toying with the idea of shipping with a couple of the other matsus but WHO KNOWS). Still kind of pondering like... i guess story shit?? lore?? I have a vague idea but still Thinkin on it. I've also got some scribbles from a month ago and Ash has less sauce going on visually but it's fffine, they're still cyute

I've got some other ideas i wanna draw of these two together but i keep getting distracted with other things lately, ALAS o(-( i'll lock in at some point soon and doodle some more though hopefully!!

AND as a treat, have the scribble of the goofyass oso i put in the heart locket 🫶

backfired.. continuation of this

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