I like giving my self inserts wings because I just really like the image of a tiny little human so excited to see their favourite mech whos been away on a mission that they fly up to give them a proper hug (or as proper as you can get with the size difference-). Or just like, flying up to perch on their shoulder. There's just something very endearing about the concept to me lol
not to mention how the bots would be absolutely fascinated by the organic wings and how soft feathers are
Oooh, I love it! Tell me more! What would your wings look like?
I think I’d like to have something like albatross wings. Very long wings, so I could go on long soaring flights and stay in the air a long time. It would be fun to keep your mechs company from above, and watch out for any approaching enemies!
Okay! I have one, his name is agent California! He goes by cali but lowkey hates it because it sounds feminine and he's a man. (Trans man but a man no less!) he has dyed blonde hair and bronze colored skin, and he's heckin short, when he first joined pfl he was a stick in the mud and followed all the rules and showed little to no emotions and stuff but then he started to change and got playful and cool. He can surf because of course he can, he used to have a rivalry with wash but now theyre 1/2
Really chill with each other. Command sent him out to find wash because they didn’t expect them to make up and be chill, so when cali gets to the reds and blues and wash is really cautious but turns out that he used to be really close to Caboose back on his home moon, so they let him hang out if he doesn’t go back to command, and so he doesn’t and he stays and chills out with them, and accompanies them on their crazy adventures, and he becomes great pals with doc and Donut and yeah! 2/2
!!! I LOVE! HIM!! Especially because he and Donut are close??? Also Wash needs to chill tf out so I hope Cali can help with that.
EASY 11/10. I am proud he is representing my home state in this shady government super soldier project.
My self-insert’s name is Doctor Wiley, and she’s PFL’s in-house physical therapist. Or, was. She managed to figure out over time that PFL was some kind of experiment, and got in biiiiig trouble. She didn’t know how to keep her snooping hidden, or mouth shut like Connie. She was put under Florida’s watchful eye before the whole Meta fiasco went down.
Before then, she was basically on good terms with everyone. She actually had a pretty good professional relationship with Price, and would invite the Director to observe Jewish holidays with her and other Jewish personnel (he always politely turned the offer down). She kept an electric kettle and many different kinds of tea in her office to offer to people. Freelancers, for instance, were always welcome to come in to have tea and chat whenever she wasn’t seeing a patient. Her collection of tea slowly grew more and more over time, because that was the #1 gift people would give her.
My OC, Caitlin Suh, who appears in my fic Keystone, is a self-insert. Keystone is my life story for the Director, and Caitlin is the girlfriend he hooks up with when he starts to move on from grieving Allison. Over time she starts to realize that he’s trying to keep himself entrenched in Allison’s memory and refuses to let her go, and she ends up deciding that although she still loves him, for reasons of self-preservation, she needs to leave.
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Excerpt from Chapter 45 of Keystone
She was sitting on the armchair in the living room. He didn’t need to ask what she was doing. The look on her face—the resolve in her eyes, the heavyhearted turn to her mouth—told him all. He closed the door behind him, then sat down on the couch, resting his elbows on his knees.
He bit his lips together for a moment before he spoke. “So, this is it, then?”
She nodded.
“Really? I mean, just like that.” No, this hadn’t been unexpected, but it really didn’t sit well with him that she would try to sneak off behind his back. It seemed cowardly. “Were you planning to talk to me about this at all?”
“Well, I’m here, aren’t I?” she snapped. “I’m not going to change my mind, that’s all.”
“Okay, fine.” He put his hands up as though in surrender and sank back into the couch cushions. He started to run his hand through his hair, but pulled it back when he realized how cold his fingers were. He glanced down at his hands in confusion. Were they…shaking?
There was a pause. Caitlin stared vacantly as she chewed on one of her fingernails, then put her hand down and looked at it. “I thought I could deal with what happened. I was trying to find some way we could work it out, but…”
Leonard sighed, enlacing his fingers and putting his hands behind his head. “I know it’s seemed like I’ve changed a lot, but that’s my fault, Cate. I should have told you what I was thinking of doing a long time before I did.”
She shook her head. “No… You haven’t changed at all. You’ve always loved Allison too much to let her go.” Her eyes squeezed shut for an instant. “It really gets to a girl, you know? Playing second fiddle to a dead person.” She shrugged. “How can I compete with that?”
Leonard paused. “I thought this was about the lab.”
Caitlin let out an exasperated sigh. “It’s all the same thing with you.”
His first impulse was to ask what she meant by that, but he wasn’t sure he would like the answer. He became suddenly aware of a flushed feeling climbing up his back and decided to leave that subject alone. “Well… Where are you going to go? You’re going to just pack your things up and leave?”
“I’m staying at a hotel tonight. Tomorrow I’m buying a ticket out to Epsilon Eridani—”
Leonard couldn’t help letting his jaw drop. “Wait, you’re going to Reach?”
“Eventually, yes.” She at least had the decency to look embarrassed; obviously, she had deceived him earlier, not telling him outright that she had already been hired. “I don’t have a start date yet; it’ll probably be in a few months. But my grandparents live on Tribute, so I’m going to go visit with them for a while. I haven’t seen them since I graduated high school.” She motioned back toward the boxes that sat in the entryway. “Anyway, there’s a shipping company coming after that stuff tomorrow—uh, they couldn’t give me an exact time…”
Leonard raised an eyebrow at that. Was she seriously trying to ask him to do her a favor? “I guess you’ll need to come back in the morning to meet them, then.”
Caitlin bit her lip. “Right. I’ll do that.”
He pulled his arms down and set his hands in his lap, realizing that they were still shaking. This conversation was so incredibly awkward. Neither of them would look the other in the face. “This, uh, isn’t really a surprise to me, you know.”
She pulled a face—Leonard wasn’t sure if it was a grimace or an expression of relief or what. “You know how I am with making decisions.” She covered her mouth briefly and studied the nails on that hand. She cleared her throat before she spoke again. “I wasn’t sure I would ever do it.”
He couldn’t help letting his tone become just a touch sarcastic. “Well, then… I guess getting away from here must have helped you make up your mind.”
She was blinking rapidly, obviously trying to avoid showing that her eyes were misting up, and looked down at the floor. “In a way. I’m only giving in to something that happened a long time ago.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” He sat back and scoffed. “You were only staying here until you knew what the outcome of the interview was, huh? Just to have a place to stay until you knew whether you were going to be moving off-world?”
“No, Leonard. That’s not what I’m talking about.” Caitlin looked at him now, annoyed. “You seriously think I was just using you until I knew what my options were?”
“No, not really,” he conceded. That wouldn’t be like her at all. “…What were you talking about?”
“I meant that we’ve been going in two different directions for a long time now, and there’s no way to reconcile them. If I looked at this with my emotions…” She paused, setting her chin in her hands, her fingers covering her mouth for a moment before she sat up straight again. “I suppose I spent a long time wishing I could make you behave differently. I really had to realize that it’s not that you’ve changed, but just that my perception of who you were was wrong.”
Leonard drummed his fingers on his knee for an instant. “If you looked at this with your emotions, what?”
Caitlin rolled her eyes and then squeezed them shut, with a small shake of her head. “Does it matter?”
“Not really, I guess.” He shrugged. “I’m just curious since you were so concerned about me that first time you called.”
She allowed a moment of silence to hang before she replied. “That was the start of it, really,” she admitted. “After I hung up, I realized that you’re working on some kind of breakdown, and I haven’t been able to dissuade you from it. You won’t listen to me about counseling, you won’t listen to me about the drinking…” Caitlin’s mouth hardened into a tight line and she swallowed hard, grimacing. There was a long silence and Leonard cast his gaze away, allowing her to press through the moment. “…Then after that, while I was waiting for them to call me in for the interview, I started talking to this guy, and then he asked me if I was doing anything for dinner that night. So I went on a date with him—oh, we didn’t call it that, but about halfway through dinner I realized that’s exactly what it was.” Leonard’s eyebrows had shot upward when the word ‘date’ crossed her lips. When she saw his reaction, her words started to tumble out faster, punctuating the final phrase of her declaration with bitterness. “And then I realized—I want to be able to get to know this guy, or anyone else who wants to get to know me, and I don’t want to have to deal with your baggage anymore.”
Leonard leaned forward again, resting his elbow on his knee and his forehead on his hand, staring down at the floor. After a moment he shook his head and chuckled lightly.
Caitlin sat up straight and looked at him, confused. “What?”
Leonard looked up at her. “I never expected this from you.”
“Expected what?” She scoffed. “Sorry, but after the way you’ve been acting in the last few months, I think you should be glad I put up with you for so long.”
“Yes, you’re so selfless,” Leonard agreed sarcastically. “That’s right. That’s why you went behind my back while you were gone, abused my trust—”
“Trust?” She shook her head, crossing her arms and squeezing her upper arms with her hands. “There is no trust here anymore, Leonard. You ruined that a long time ago. If I thought I could trust you to tell me things, I wouldn’t have had to go and figure stuff out for myself.”
He curled his lip in bewilderment. “Figure what out?”
She gave a one-shouldered shrug. “What you’ve been doing behind my back.”
Still confused, Leonard cocked his head. “Just what does that mean?”
She shook her head. “Just, you know, you won’t need to pretend you’re keeping a journal anymore, that’s all. It’s funny how there’s so much code in that file, isn’t it?”
“What the fuck?!” he spat out after a moment of mute agitation. “Did you seriously just admit to snooping around in my private files?”
“I didn’t know what else to do.” She readjusted the way her arms were crossed and shifted in her chair. “I knew if I asked you, I wouldn’t get a straight answer. I had to look for myself.”
“Yeah, well, good for you. I’m sure you feel great about that.” Leonard stood up and gestured toward her bag. “So, how about you get the hell out of my apartment now? I need to get on with my life.”
Caitlin stood as well. “You know, I really don’t feel good about it. Half of me feels like I’m abandoning you to spiral out of control. But I also know that if I stay, I can’t do anything to stop it. And I can’t be here to watch that happen. I care about you too much to be able to stand it.”
“You c…?” Leonard couldn’t help laughing at that. “I’m sorry, have you been sitting here having the same conversation I’ve been having?”
“Believe what you want.” She turned and picked up her coat, threading her arms into the sleeves as she spoke. “All I know is you’re delusional with the thought that you might be able to bring your wife back from the dead through an AI—obsessed with trying to do the impossible. You can’t bring a person back, no matter what kind of technology you have at your disposal.”
“You don’t know anything about it,” he sneered.
“What do you mean? We have the same degree in AI Engineering, Leonard. I know all about it. You’re going to fail at this, sooner or later.” She raised her hands in a helpless gesture as she shrugged. “And when you do, you’ll realize what you lost when you pushed me away.”
“I drew three of them because I couldn’t decide which art style to go with so ya know, anyways! This is Agent California. I’ll color him later and digitalize him :)”
