#self-insert week 2016

[fangirlonwheels]

Ok this is a little late but i made it for self insert week and it’s finally done! i finished it at like 2 something am and my arm was starting to feel dead. Anyways I’ve been really wanting to cosplay Paps lately but haven’t gotten a chance so i drew me dressed like him instead 

[skittlee275]

A mysterious masked apple-distributing vigilante called Idared. At night she takes to the streets and rooftops of Arcadia, stealing overpriced apples from the rich and giving them to the poor. Not before beating up the rich that try to raise the prices of the already too-expensive apples, of course.

If @oceanlover4evr isn’t gonna’ insert herself into Clockwork, I’m gonna’ do it for her.

[skittlee275]

No half-assing a self-insert this year for me! I mean, it’s still just a sketch, but it isn’t one I only spent two minutes on this time.

Some girl is found passed out in an alleyway in Arcadia and wakes up with no memories, is taken to the catacombs. She can’t remember a thing prior to her waking up-- that is, until Cog Kleinschmidt arrives in Arcadia and she remembers memories that don’t belong to her. Memories with very incriminating and blackmail-y evidence against the Ambassador.

[elanska]

7 Prince and a Mary Sue in a thousand years labyrinth

intended to be longer torture, but daymn, I lost to time (and running out of ideas)

I supposed I should be saying I’m sorry to fandom, but that’d be lying. I have plenty of fun harassing messing with our cute protagonists.

Summary: It’s common knowledge that Ewan is the Marty Stu of this universe, watch another Mary Sue come along and stealing his thunder. 

Ewan wakes up horribly. That is to say, he wake unlike someone who had been drugged, but like someone who had been drugged and then had someone yelling and rattling iron bars in the vicinity.

"HELP!!!eleventyone!!!" insisted the voice, hounding Ewan's groggyness away. Well, his head still a tad cloudy of course, but the voice is......irresistable, it has this 'Look fella, I know you are in the middle of something important, but this screaming will goes on until you came and see what's wrong, so on your feet now. chop chop' nuance.

"Is....someone there?" he tried gingerly.

"Anyone down below?" came a different voice, and he looks up to see a shadowy figure atop his head.

"Yes. Are you the one yelling for help?" he feels stupid when saying this, the voice is female, while this figure is certainly not.

"....You heard that too? Wasn't she with you?"

"No.." he looks around, and tried couple of steps, "no...there's no window or door on this either. I....I'm sure I heard it from somewhere upwards..."

"SOME...BODIEHHHHHHH!!!!!!" boomed the voice again, followed with some serious shaking, rattling, and concerning pounding not unlike a siege engine

"Let's get you out of there first" said the figure lowering the rope hastily. Ewan hoisted himself in the same urgency, whatever that was, it seems in hurry. He was nearly there when....

THUD!!! THUD!!!! BAMMMMMMMMMMM!!

"watch out!!!"

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"um, thank you for saving me" "No need to thank us young chap! It's fortunate we caught you in time, eh?" said the woman cheerfully.

The owner of the voice, as hinted by the tone, pitch, and (nagging) tune, turns out to be a woman. She....well, how to describe in one sentence...would be 'well-dressed'. That is, it's like she heard that, in this era, men are wearing bows and cravat with couple of frills tucked neatly and feel the need to compensate. Over-compensate. Lace, frills, bows, bells, any ornament, knitting patters, needlework you can name, you'll find it on her garment; you can even play 'where's wally' within the length of forearm alone.

"I had gotten hold of him........" said the man, slightly massaging his temple, feeling peripherraly assaulted and currently suffer a bit of vertigo.

"yes, and then you slip! no wonder that you do, it's very slippery here, well, be more careful next time"

Ewan thinks it's better to not mention that the man grip slips when he saw her emerging from the wall debris, swinging a giant battering ram (turns out to be only his imagination and actually a ladies handbag, giant as it may be, but an important apparel piece of a lady) and charging towards them, so he tried to steer the conversation to other topic. "Um, where exactly are we?"

"I don't know where we are, but this looks a lot like the 'thousand year labyrinth'" "well, of course they are, because this is it" "thousand year? don't tell me.....it's the legendary place where.......uh, excuse me?" "what did you just say?" "what, they don"t tell you? this is the thousand year labyrinth, of course"

and as taking a late cue, the earth starts quaking.

The three of them run towards the stairs as water rushing beneath their feet. They soon encounter a tall, big door

"the door is locked from the other side!" "What?" "seriously? do you see keys hanging somewhere?" "is anyone there?" "Hmmmmm, I don't see any keys hanging anywhere" "damn! and this is the only exit" the tall man starts battering the door with his shoulder while the water starts rising their feet" "well, if that's the case, they can't be complaining later" she shrugged, and lifted the hem of her skirts daintily, "step aside, boys"

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Titus thinks good deed is for suckers. Last time he checked, He is the head of thief guild, not a charity leader, that's for sure. He's taking valuable things from (wealthy) people's houses, not the other way around (note: food, and sometimes blankets doesn't count as valuables, and that granny looks very miserable, and winter is coming so......). Anyway, the first thing Titus would do when he heard someone screaming for help is first to get a look to see what it's all about and then perhaps decidedly not helping if it's not too important.

Right now, people getting locked while flooded seems very important, so he shrugged, and pick the lock. Maybe he'll steal their wallet later as to not giving /wrong/ impression, of course.

His attempt at good deed while being tsundere about it, is rewarded with the door exploded in his face.

"AIYAHHH!!" exclaimed the woman, making unexplainable gestures with her hands and pose victoriously like certain shadow warrior from land of the east. This should be warranted comments, but 2 people beside her is staring with shock, while Titus, well, Titus had went out like a lamp.

"That was.....amazing" coughed somebody in a top hat.

"ah, you are!"

".....that was solid metal door" trailed the man with long hair, aghast.

"umm.....I think this person is knocked out cold. He might be on the other side of the door when...."

"Messiah Reed!! gosh I cannot believe it!!!" "Oh? (hey, I think I know this guy) pardon me, (really? yes, he's Titus Ram, the leader of thief guild. But he should caught by Messiah Reed) but have we met before?" he kinda doubted it himself, surely he wouldn't forget somebody with...memorable choice of fashion. Messiah tried to tore his attention from a very fascinating brocade (and should be impossible to combine with lacework) pattern, and peer into her features instead.

She is......well, a gentleman knows that a lady is always beautiful, being fairer sex by nature (also, this stockphrase will never become outdated and valued greatly by ladies of all age and profession). However, in cases where saying this praise will be most unwise (like having their husbands gripping a very sharp knife in vicinity), they can use other safe praises like "very good in cooking" or "very tidy person" (most gentlemen are (or has been) bachelors, and these two skills are highly valued in their biased opinion)

This lady is not the case. There's something about her that if Messiah tried to placed into 'nature' and 'womanly' frame, the painting will somehow showing her in the field of flowers, holding a very sharp knife, and grinning to the viewers, no matter what angle they might be. Ultimately, it's the kind of painting which you willl be hang a cloth upon, sold your house, and then moved three states over because you cannot bear the idea of lifting the cloth and try to ascertain yourself that the image is not coming closer.

He resisted the urge to step back, and continue with nerves of steel, "are you from the capital, madame?" Capital has its share of weirdoes.

"Oh, you can call me Mary", Madame Mary giggling coquettishly. This is a very worrying development indeed.

"Oh um, I'm Ewan. Ewan Juno." the youngest person on their entourage, blushed, a bit embarassed of late introducing himself, "and uh, you are?"

"Lawrence Ackroyd." Lawrence sighed and scoop a handful of water and dump it on Titus head, making him groan and flail a bit, "wha....wha....whath happenedgh?" He slurred, still a bit groggy.

"You got what's coming up to you" said Messiah smoothly, "but I'm afraid we don't have much time to revel on that. The water is keep rising"

"Oh no this is bad! We have to find the exit!"

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[asa-de-ouro]

I was supposed to have this up a lot sooner but Tumblr’s photo uploading was being stupid. Anyway, more of Self-Insert Week. I’M CHOOSING POPPLIO WHEN I GO TO ALOLA YES YES YES

[sheliesshattered]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Some seven hundred days after coming to the Citadel, Sanguine sights a stranger through the scope of her rifle, walking in out of the Wasteland. In her world of Vuvalini and War Boys, farming and longgun watch duties, where could this Wastelander possibly fit?

My entry for Self-Insert Week 2016, which I used as an excuse to further explore Sanguine, my persona for Wasteland Weekend, and where she might fit in a New Citadel under Furiosa’s leadership. WIP.

[asa-de-ouro]

Self-Insert Week 2016 continues, albeit a little delayed due to going to bro’s graduation ceremony last night, with an older fandom I was in-- Star Trek TNG. (not even going to lie I highkey crushed on Geordi La Forge~)

[uru-viel]

Self-Insert Week 2k16

Day 3

The waves of the sea drifted aimlessly and high above seagulls circled and cried.

“You cannot be serious.”

A dark, haired young woman gaped in disbelief as her lady hastily packed her bags.

“Estel, you are not to go against your father’s wishes.” The woman tried to block Estel from her closet.

Her short stature made it difficult to be intimidating.

Estel snorted unattractively. Queen Arwen would be horrified had she been witness to it.

“Come now, Noemi. Father would understand.” Estel promised. She glanced at herself in the mirror and smiled.

Gone were the constricting dresses and tiny shoes. Gone was the head piece that signified her status as the eldest child of King Elessar and Queen Arwen Undomiel. Instead in place of fancy clothes, she was in a plain tunic and leggings. Borrowed from the kitchen maid’s brother.

Noemi, still in her handmaiden’s dress, frowned. Unlike her friend and ruler, she was content to be in the city of Gondor and live the life of a high-born lady.

“Father was free to roam the world before he took the crown. He was unburdened by the life of royalty.” Estel wistfully said.

“Your father was raised by Lord Elrond. He was not free from this life.”  Noemi retorted back. 

Estel did nodded. She remembered the stories her lady mother told of her father and brothers.

She nonetheless gestured for Estel to sit down and quickly braided her hair. The thick, dark hair was twisted and tucked away, leaving the solemn face the center of attention.

“I wish to be free of this life.” Estel confessed after she avoided Noemi’s eyes. “Eldarion has more passion for ruling. And you would be a better Queen than I.”

Noemi reddened and sputtered.

“Such falsehoods! I-I cannot believe the words spewed from your mouth.”

Estel stands up. “I shall become a Ranger like my forefathers before me. I shall roam the earths and protect those who cannot protect themselves.”

She moves and places a palm on Noemi’s face. “You know I do not belong here.”

Estel thought of her boredom with the other noble ladies, the ball dances, the men who try to court her. She grimaced in disgust.

Between her and her brother Eldarion, Estel was the one who felt unsatisfied within the royal life.

Eldarion, who was enamored with her handmaiden, loved the court and even the common people. 

Estel felt secure in the knowledge that her brother would make a fine king. And with him, Estel glanced at Noemi, a fine Queen.