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Our Own Choices

Chapter 15

Warnings: Violence, swearing, possibly blood

When we all return to the Marauder, Tech takes a look at the lightsaber wound on my arm, applying some cooling burn cream and injecting some sort of medicine into the wound, before bandaging it up.

"Thanks," I sigh as the cream numbs the burning feeling.

"You do not need to thank me. It is standard protocol that wounds are tended to after a mission," Tech replies without even looking at me, typing away at his datapad, before heading to the pilot's seat.

I sit at the back seat with Echo, Tech and Wrecker had them installed when we went for a quick supply run shortly after I joined them. 

Gonky waddles over to me from the back, making some "gonk" sounds, which I understand as "Is your arm okay?" I smile and pat Gonky on the head. "I'm fine."

He seems to enjoy the gesture as he nudges me a little with his metal body. I take off my helmet and pat Gonky on the head again, breathing in the scent of the ship as I lean back in my chair. I can never get sick of the smell. The familiarity of Echo's scent, that minty one from Crosshair, the dirt from Hunter because he always sniffs it like it's cocaine, gunpowder for Wrecker, and Tech smells like the 501st barracks if the air was sour. Hunter says I smell like chlorine. I love the smell, it feels so welcoming, almost like the 501st, but in a different way.

I put my helmet back on as I remember that I'm supposed to act like a "good soldier" who "follows orders" to gain Crosshair's trust and maybe help him remove his chip like how Fives did.

I sigh as we take off for Kamino. If order 66 was issued, most Jedi would be dead by now.

Even General Skywalker.

At least Commander Tano left the order, so she should be safe.

How's Rex? Will he be back on Kamino? Is he okay? Should I comm him?

Echo puts a hand on my shoulder, noticing my worry. As much as I try to hide it, he's known me long enough to notice the little habits I do when I'm worried.

"Ad'ika, everything's going to okay," he says, looking at me with a slight smile.

"I'm just worried about Rex. Maybe I should comm him-"

"You can do it when we get back to Kamino."

I sigh at the mention of our home planet. I never wanted to go back there. Never wanted to go back to the white, sterile prison I escaped from just before the war started. But hey, it's not like I have much of a choice.

I keep my helmet on throughout the journey. It's more comfortable, really. No one gets to see my face in case I commit a war crime or something. Crosshair and Hunter fall asleep on their seats while I turn on the music from my datapad and connect it to the earpiece in my helmet, listening to Avicii music.

After a few hours of finding a bunch of music to listen to, I hear Tech say, "We are coming up on Kamino." 

I switch off the music, still keeping my helmet on.

"It's good to be home. How long has it been?" Wrecker asks.

Not good to be home. And 180 rotations based on their schedule. 

"180 rotations in a standard cycle, but galactic zone changes but the adjusted figure at around 205."

Oh. Damn.

"Wut?" Wrecker asks.

Are you that stupid?

Echo sighs. "A long time." He sounds so fed up, rolling his eyes when Wrecker agrees.

I sit behind Hunter and Crosshair, listening in on every conversation. I notice Crosshair turning to look at Hunter, who responds, eyes closed, with a "What?"

"You sure that Padawan died when he fell?"

"Sure I'm sure. Why?" Hunter opens his eyes as he talks.

"Well, usually when someone falls you look down, not across."

"Well some of us don't like to watch," Hunter replies as he stands up and walks to where Echo, Tech and Wrecker are. Crosshair and I remain at the back, I silently observe as he crosses his arms. 

I hear thunder crashing from outside the ship, and it shakes me to my core. Only Kamino thunder sounds like that. I remember hiding in my bunk every night, trying to drown out the sounds of waves crashing against the supports. My squadmates laughing at me for being a coward, saying it was because I was defective.

One of the days the storms were much worse than usual. The thunder too loud for my liking, I could almost feel the waves reaching to the platform. I was sneaking out of my barracks, when I saw 99 carrying blasters to the weapon storage area.

"Hey Aris," he called out when he noticed me. "What're you doing still up?"

"I couldn't sleep," I admitted. "Thunder was too loud."

99 puts the blasters he was carrying to the side and puts his arm around my shoulder, guiding me into the barracks where the rest of my sleeping squadmates are.

"Cmon kid, let's get you to bed."

I climb into my bunk as another crash of thunder startles me, and I curl up into a ball in my bunk.

"Everything's going to be okay kid. Just relax and think of something else," 99 says as he puts the blanket over me, tucking me into bed. I smile up at him. "Thanks 99."

He gives me a short nod, his half-smile making the wrinkles on his face even more pronounced as he walks out.

That night I had the best sleep of my life.

And now 99's dead. And I'm all grown up. I sigh as I push the urge to cry down and focus on the present.

"Unidentified transport, transmit your clearance code," A voice from the front of the ship says.

"Clearance code? Don't they know who we are?" Echo asks.

"Must be a protocol drill," Tech replies. "Transmitting clearance code."

"Authorization confirmed. Proceed to landing bay one-tac-one."

Tech pilots the ship into the landing bay. The door of the ship opens and Hunter and Tech walk out first, with me following behind them. If I'm in the middle, hopefully no one will notice the new addition to the squad. Echo, Wrecker and Crosshair walk out behind me, all of their helmets off except me and Crosshair's.

Clones patrol the landing bay, and I spot the familiar crimson armor of the Coruscant Guard troopers. I scoff at the sight.

Fucking Coruscant Guard. Murdered a good soldier who just tried to do his duty. I would kill them any day.

"Shock troopers? What's the Coruscant Guard doing here?" Hunter's voice interrupts my silent trash talking of the Coruscant Guard. 

Oh. Right. Forgot they were supposed to be on Coruscant.

"Level five lockdown remains in effect. Security teams, report to the command center." A voice on the speakers says.

Lockdown? For what? Kamino doesn't look like it's in any danger.

"This isn't a drill," Tech observes.

How perceptive.

"Aw man. What did we miss now?" Wrecker sounds disappointed.

"The end of the war," a random shock trooper answers. 

"Say that again, trooper?" Hunter asks.

"General Grievous was defeated on Utapau. The separatist leadership has collapsed. The war is over."

"Just like I said," Tech says. 

Of course. He's usually right.

Wrecker gasps dramatically. "It is just like you said."

I roll my eyes at Wrecker's comment as I watch troopers carry a body laid out on a stretcher covered by a piece of cloth.

A body? On Kamino? No battles happened recently...

A lightsaber falls out from under the cloth and onto the floor.

A Jedi.

So I was right. Most of the Jedi are dead.

The shock trooper picks the lightsaber up from the floor as the rest of the batch look at each other with a look that says, "something's not right".

"Is there a problem?" The shock trooper asks.

"No...problem. We'll just head to our barracks then," Hunter says, looking back at the rest of us for a moment before walking off, with the rest of us following.

"Best hurry. There's a mandatory general assembly at 1500," the shock trooper says.

We walk through the sterile, almost blinding white hallways of Kamino. I instinctively stay close to Echo, not to the point of looking like a clingy child, but still within half a meter radius of him.

Echo looks back at me. "You okay?"

I take a deep breath to calm my nerves. "Yeah. I just...never thought I'd find myself back here. Again." It's my way of saying, "I don't want to be back here. I'm so scared." 

Echo gives me a short nod, which is his way of saying, "Everything's going to be okay" in public. We pass rows of troopers marching towards somewhere, in an almost robotic way.

"It's not just the clones on Kaller," Hunter says. "All the regs are acting strange." Tech looks around. "Let's test that theory." He proceeds to walk up to a random clone and asks, "Excuse me, trooper. What division are you from?"

Obviously annoyed, the clone elbows him in the side with his blaster. "Step aside."

"Oh, well they seem the same to me."

"I'm not surprised. I'd be annoyed too," I speak up, trying to lighten the mood. No one replies.

We reach their barracks and the moment the door opens, I'm greeted with the scent of oil, rotting food, and sweat. I scrunch up my nose under my helmet.

Tech walks in first, then Wrecker, who exclaims how it's good to be back while setting his helmet on a crate.

"The smell's getting worse," Echo comments.

"You're still new. You'll get used to it," Hunter reassures him, patting him on the shoulder. Crosshair pushes past the both of them. "Speak for yourself."

I hesitantly walk into the barracks, the smell gets stronger when I enter. I look around, observing my surroundings. It's quite messy, Tech has a bunch of random parts scattered on the table, Echo has a hammock at the side, and Crosshair's bunk has crates in front of it to block people from entering it.

This is the first time I'm entering their barracks. The last time they went back to Kamino I refused to go, and they went to pick me up in a few days. Those few days were the best of my life.

Crosshair goes to sit on the crates blocking his bunk while the rest of them go to sit at the table in the middle of the room. Wrecker marks the board for the number of missions we completed.

Still keeping my helmet on by instinct, I walk over to Crosshair, who's currently chewing on a toothpick, helmet off.

"Um. Can I have one?" I awkwardly gesture to the toothpick in his mouth.

"No," he replies. "Go away."

"Look we need to get you to the medbay right now or as soon as possible."

"Why?"

"Because there's an inhibitor chip in your head which basically makes you follow orders blindly and it's working for all the other clones except us but it's working for you and-"

"I'm fine."

"No you're not you carried out Order 66 and-"

"Shut up," he says in a dangerously low tone. My temper starts to flare up.

"Make me."

Crosshair stands up from the crates and cracks his knuckles, ready to draw his knife if things escalate. I draw my knife and get into a fighting stance.

"Woah woah woah. Easy," Hunter says as he pushes us apart. I glare at Crosshair, and he glares back. Not breaking eye contact, I sheathe my knife and shove Crosshair over just for good measure before heading over to sit next to Echo. 

"11 more successful missions," Wrecker says with a grin. "Like there was any doubt." He goes to sit on his bunk, picking up his tooka doll.

"Kaller wasn't a win," Echo says. 

"Says who? We completed our objective."

"Not every objective," Crosshair speaks up, picking up his rifle and examining it. I draw my sword from my back and start sharpening it absentmindedly, just needing something to do with my hands. 

"Hunter let that Jedi kid escape. Or do you want to keep lying to us?"

Hunter stands up and looks out the window. "I don't like to think of executing our commanders as a mission objective."

Crosshair stands up from his position on the crates. 

"An order is an order."

"Since when?"

They glare at each other for a moment before Echo breaks the tension. "None of this makes sense. Those clones served alongside General Bilaba for years. How could they turn on her like that?!"

"Because of the regs' programming," Tech speaks up.

"What programming?" Hunter breaks his death stare at Crosshair to ask.

"It's been well documented that the Kaminoans inhibited the cognitive functions of clones-"

"To engineer them to follow orders without question," I finish. Tech glares at me like I just committed a horrible war crime.

"Ha! We sure don't!" Wrecker shouts, assaulting Crosshair with his tooka doll.

"Obviously we are different. They manipulated pre-existing aberrations in our DNA resulting in your brute strength, Crosshair's sharpshooting skills..." Lucky son of a bitch. "...Hunter's enhanced senses and my exceptional mind. My guess is we are immune to the effects of the programming. Though I can't be 100% certain of it.

"Well Crosshair isn't and he's in fucking denial," I say with a sarcastic smile underneath my helmet. Crosshair is walking over to probably punch me in the face when Echo gives him a glare which makes him back off. He knows how protective my ori'vod can be. 

"What about Echo? He was a reg before he joined us. And Aris," Hunter asks.

"Well see guys Echo was probably damaged on Skako Minor because look at him right now no offence ori'vod, and since I'm an actual defect they probably didn't even bother I mean they were gonna terminate me anyways," I laugh under my helmet. Echo pats my shoulder. "Good thing they didn't then."

"All personnel report to the staging area for a briefing on the state of the Republic," a voice says over the speakers.

"This is one meeting I don't want to miss," Hunter says, walking to the door.

"First time for everything," Tech comments as we all head to the staging area. Troopers stand in neat rows, helmets on as they stare up at the holotransmission of a hooded figure, they look almost robotic. The thought of their individuality...Fives and Echo's chaotic nature, Hardcase's constant urge to shoot something, Uncle Wolffe's sarcasm, Rex's parental instincts, all gone...it gives me chills. I'm hardly paying attention until I hear the word "Jedi".

"...And the Jedi rebellion has been foiled. The remaining Jedi will be hunted down and defeated!" The hooded figure says. "The attempt on my life has left me scarred and deformed."

"You can say that again," Wrecker says. I almost burst out laughing.  

"But I assure you, my resolve has never been stronger! In order to ensure the security and continuing stability, the Republic will be reorganized into the FIRST GALACTIC EMPIRE! For a safe and secure society."

Galactic Empire????? Man the Republic sounded so much better though-

Everyone starts cheering, except me and the batch. What's so exciting about Jedi getting killed? Right. Must be the inhibitor chip.

I look around to try and find any 501st members. None here. I'll comm Rex later. Right now, I need to focus on getting Crosshair's chip out.

I sigh as I glance at Echo, who looks equally confused as me.

"Ori'vod?" I turn to Echo.

"Yeah?"

"I need to talk to you in the barracks later. It's about Fives."

He lets out a sigh. "Okay vod'ika." 

a/n: IM BACK IN THE HOUSE BOISSSSSSS

yes that is actually what is in my bag. also my music taste is almost doxxing me :3

(this is specifically my DMC S/I)

self insert infodump template, go my scarab (please @ me if you fill this in, i'd love to see!)

proship please dni

Here is the Man! Jon ,from one of my more favorite Fanfics! I wanted to try and draw him as an adult, a Flying Master and an experienced, and tired, Trainer.

Guys im abt to lock in.

Y/C X y/n

Tw!:

Blood

Mention of injury

Betrayal :(

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Y/N x v!Y/C (your choice

It was a lovely day outside in the hero and villain parted city. Your partner was the number one hero in the city, you guys swore to always protect each other (even though they would be the one doing most of the protection)

You stayed by the good side for all the years of living with your s/o, all villain attacks not too severe and handled by the hero’s. Until one day the side of villains infiltrated the security system and shut down the whole cities defense mechanism. The city erupt into flames, people screaming, running, getting hunted by certain villains, and everything just a mess in general. You laid there, injured with a broken ankle, you waited in pain for your hero s/o to save you, but they never came.

You saw a shadow of a person in the midst of chaos and the ashes of the debris left by the fire. It was y/c, the super villain that everyone feared and didn’t dare mess with.

“Don’t come any closer!” You yelled in fear, but they just continued approaching you.

“Hello there, my dear y/n.” Y/c said, you were left confused and in pain. They crouched down in front of your hurt, stuck self and smirked. “You see..heroes will sacrifice you for the world..” y/c started, you rose a brow at their words in confusion but curiosity. “But a villain, would sacrifice the world to save you” y/c finally said.

You let out an audible gasp, which lead them to let out a chuckle.

You started to feel lightheaded from the blood rushing down your leg, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist and pick you up.

“I’ll let the word burn for you, y/n” y/c said as you dozed off to a short coma.

Don't worry they just spilled some ketchup in the storage room!! Haha nothing to see here

realized i didn't post for a moment, so have this ig

ch s/i reacts to new j&p s/i ,, if they don't fight each others to death im gonna sleep

so, I've been playing mysims because of nostalgia (probably) and

I think I may like him.. iykwim,,,,,,

my half of the art trade with @pinky-in-blankets :]

And their half (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠) (got permission)

I like this drawing a lot

funny how their relationship are actually kind the opposite :3 i'll may make a post about it

Still like this lil thing with my whole life,, tysm for the art trade (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) 💜

my half of the art trade with @copepodkisser5000

I hope u like it even tho it's nothing big (⁠ ⁠ꈨຶ⁠ ⁠˙̫̮⁠ ⁠ꈨຶ⁠ ⁠) I really enjoyed drawing it for ya, you're very nice (and cool) it makes me wanna jump in the air

It was a pleasure to do an AT with you ‼️

HELLO YOU PERSON.S SEEING THIS POST

Just a reminder that my art trades are open! :3

Since it's finally holidays for the two next week for me, I thought maybe some ATs wouldn't hurt

You can see what I made so far on my "#self ship art trade" tag!

Soooooooo if you're interested, its written on the post I linked in purple up there :]

Tysm so far 💜

IT'S SO GOOD, I'M SMILING A MEGA BUNCH

it was my first time commissioning someone and I don't regret commisioning you at all, so thank you very much again ur art is amazing <3

Color commission for @/laul-self-fif

guess who made a trollsona >.<

still a sketch but i think i did great

AND ALSO IM SEEING TROLLS 3 IN CINEMA AGAIN YAY (im wasting money but i love rewatching movies there)

ridiculize myself challenge go!! (silly sketches)

there are sketches of Sal in it 🤯🤯

thatz it (lied)

(all above is drew on procreate)

drew this on paper as a test lol

okay now thats really it >_< BYEEREEUEEIOE

My part of the art trade with @koda-selfships !!

I liked drawing it, it's been a moment I haven't drawn on my phone and gosh T.T what a feeling

i HOPE YOU LIKE IT ༼⁠;⁠´⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠۝ ⁠༎ຶ⁠༽

🫶🫶💜

My half of an art trade with @pasteliito

༼⁠;⁠´⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠۝ ⁠༎ຶ⁠༽ I hope you like it

I feel like I didn't do a great job on this one so imsorry ; ;

my part of an art trade with @blurryfangirlansuke <33

and i know i didn't have to do it at all but i made another lil drawing because i felt like it (n i feel like the first one isn't good enough so huh- TnT)

Duke was kind of difficult to draw at first but I tried my best,, I remember when I saw the series for the first I instantly loved it, I thought my art style was similar and it gave me motivation to become an animator but I'm don't have enough time or motivation to do animations now,,, anyway from what i saw daria made a really good job and i like the serie very much, thank you blurry for this AT and make me look at the serie again :]

THATZ IT ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

[CLOSED!] SELFSHIP ART TRADES

I feel a bit motivated to draw some things for this community! Y'all are such... ABSOZBZLDJZLK. I'm not drawing as much as before... so if I can do it more and make some people happy, I'D BE GLAD! (I accept digital & traditional art and writing in trade)

I don't think of putting slots rn so,,, I may ask you to be patient with me! I'll do my best

You can go in my DMs, ask in my askbox, or comment if you're interested! (don't be scared, i am tho)

If you have specific idea in mind or you want me to use a reference, please tell me basically everything I need to know!

Here's some examples of my work:

As you may see, my style is.. not constant, it can vary, so if you want something specific (like chibi, ect...), don't hesitate to tell me! I may send sketch.es to get confirmation :'0

so stressed n excited at the same time! >_<

proship/comship DNI

Finally posting something!! ヽ⁠(⁠(⁠◎⁠д⁠◎⁠)⁠)⁠ゝ

I feel like I really start losing my drawing skills tho,,,

bonjour

I'm Loréna, this is my selfshipping blog, I'm 18 years old, I am autistic and have ADHD, and I am a cringe artist

I've known the selfshipping community in 2020 I think, but never really posted about it like crazy, that's why I made this blog, to express myself and maybe meet new people, I like seeing y'all being happy yk (still too shy to post)

My general blog: @fiforlaae ★ its the user i go by for most of my other socials outside tumblr, I just post my things, yk, be myself

art trades: closed

DNI: homophobes, transphobes, proshippers, terfs, maps, cringe culture, just being an ass ig

Feel free to block me if you aren't sharing f/o.s! now,

F/O list

(⚠️: I plan to reorganize my f/o list to make it a bit better and more accurate, so right now you have a vague f/o list (⁠╯⁠︵⁠╰⁠,) )

★ new/potential// 2-D - Gorillaz

★ Sal Fisher - Sally face #🎸🤘

Senpai - Friday Night Funkin

Brett Hand - Inside Job

Momo - Stray

The Onceler - The Lorax

Wally Darling -Welcome Home

Platonic F/Os:

Topher Bus - Clone High

Harold & Cody(?) - Total drama

Daniel Page - HPMA

Spider Socorro - Avatar 2

Parental F/Os:

★ Garry - Ib #🌹🥀

Hershel Layton - Professor Layton

(Be aware that I can update this post anytime) last updated - 03/01/24

My spookysona Bridget and Kevin :3 this is kinda old it’s like from errrrr early 2024

I don’t think I will ever be able to scape them

Idk if this was ever a thing but I thoutgh it did be funny to draw me with some of my favorite love interests from VNs like that one scene from GF with mabel and her crushes lmao.

౨ৎ. On a writing grind guys

Hiiiiii <3333 I just... speedrunned another Pressure fic hehe <3 I am so ill about this whole story so excited to make more. I would draw it but I'm on the beach so I'm kinda unable too so uhm </3

I really do be being on a writing grind <3

Same warnings as always, I'm a little dumb and somewhat disgraphic so I'm sorry if the spelling and/or grammar is a little shit </3

First fic here!

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Being even sillier about Pressure

“I'll be back... I promise” I am being silly yet again about Pressure </3 This time even more angst hell yeah Shen knew it wouldn't have tak

౨ৎ. No way a Pressure fic

I think the idea of Sebastian having a wife was wasted for Sans fangirl like discourse. Like, genuinely, lore-wise it has so much potential for a much interesting development and character insight, even if it's selfship. Like, my self insert, Shen, is for selfshipping, and I made like, paragraphs of lore, with this fic also featuring an interaction with him and Sebastian before he was experimented on and lost all memories.

So anyway, I decided to give my own two cents on how the existence of a wife could've done so much in such a context, with, as said before, a fic

Know that my writing is very Ao3 base level lol so </3 also I'm a little disgraphic so please tell me if there are misspellings and errors I didn't notice!

Second fic here!

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I miss my wife Tails... /J

“Please stay this time...” I am mad that Sebastian got a Sans fangirl as a wife because lore-wise we could've had SO much, oh SO MUCH angst,

౨ৎ. Kinito Master(re)post!

Y'know, since I've moved my art blog here instead of reblogging everything from the other blog I'll just repost this one only cuz I'm sillay, the other spin off doodles and old art can be found on @autumn-applepie, which is now my spam blog

With that said! Kinito content!! Again!! Wooo!!

Sadly have to use these goofy aa dividers instead of the pretty ones due to the image limit </3 Will look better on phone

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౨ৎ. New Life AU

Starting off with the main AU!

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౨ৎ. Daycare AU

Co-owned by my friend @omuricebreakfast !! I love this AU sm

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౨ৎ. Literally just two stoners!

Me and @omuricebreakfast, yet again being menaces, this time shipping our knockoff Kinito plushies (Amazonito on the left, Temunito on the right) and made them into gay stoners

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౨ৎ. If you appreciate my art, consider commissioning me!

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help me… i’ve fallen in love with the cutest zombie ever omgosh so hears this short drabble

click to read ♡ mostly fluff with occasional suggestive flirting, but that’s just sid :3 not proof read!

your hands work against the edge of the bed, your body hunched over as you aggravatingly tidy the bed. a small grunt escapes your lips as you struggle with the fitted sheet, you had always found it to be a pain to set up.

from the other side of the room, a figure walks in, almost too quiet for you to even hear with the way your mind is fuming from annoyance. the silhouette of the unnoticed figure lurks near the shadows of the wall. there chest barely rising as they creep closer on your unsuspecting figure.

with a sudden yell, they wrap their arms around you, their body pressing against your back as you yell from fright, your hands moving quicker then you can comprehend. “fuck!” you stop when you hear the familiar voice, your head quickly looking at them in worry.

“oh gosh sid! i’m sorry, i didn’t know it was you, are you okay??” you quickly move closer to him, your hand finding the spot he hand on the side of his cheek. you softly pull his hand away from his face, your eyes widening with guilt at the scratch on his face.

your ring had cut him. how? you don’t know. but all that mattered was checking on him. he groaned teasingly, he could feel it but it barely made an effect on his body.

“ouch, cupcake, you really know how to pack a punch.” he pretended to wince from the pain, making you gush over him. “i’m sorry! i didn’t see you!” your words jumbled together as you checked him over for any other injuries.

“y’know, if you want to feel me up, you could just ask.” his face held a cocky smirk, the same faint purple blush on his face as his eyes looked you up and down. you blushed from his comment, making him laugh. “you’re so cute, omgosh. i can’t believe you’re mine.”

your prodded at the inside of your mouth, not wanting to get distracted from his, much loved, comments. “shush, let me clean you up.” your eyebrows furrowed as you went over to wipe the blood off his face. “ooh i like that idea.” he wiggled his eyebrows, making you smack him softly on his chest.

“i meant your cut, puppy.” you spoke as you finally wiped the blood off his face with your finger. “lemme see.” he spoke, gently grabbing your finger as he faced the blood to his face. “hmm?” with a quick move, he leaned in, licking the blood off your finger with his blood.

“hm, just like i thought. not good at all.” he said pouting playfully. “gross sid! that’s your blood.” you said grimacing slightly. “oh please, i was just comparing tastes.” his eyes stared you down, almost like he was eating you. “comparing tastes to what?”

your eyebrow raised up in slight curiosity. “well since you’ve so kindly asked.” your questions were answered as he leaned in, his hand grabbing your chin gently, bringing your face closer to his. he tilted, his tongue creating a long stripe across your cheek.

“sid!” you face felt warm at his actions, making him smile and laugh. “i’m sorry, i had to, you’re just so easy to tease.” you pouted at him, making him smile at you. “no sad. not when i’m around at least.” his finger poked at your nose, making you look at him.

“yes yes, i know. cause sid time means happy time.” you grumbled the words out. the wide grin on his face never leaving him. “exactly.” he leans in, placing a gentle kiss on your lips, not until pulling away with a small nibble to your bottom lip. “now let’s get this cut patched up.”

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[BIG SHOT!!!] " ~ Spamton , Deltarune

Greetings and bienvenue , loyal customers . Today , do I have the deal for you . Now you may think to yourself : " This guy again . Ugh , I thought you got the message . No one cares ! " . To which , I say : " Bah ! " . But enough , about the haters and naysayers . Let's talk about something people love to hate . Self - Insert fanfiction .

Everyone wants to be a [BIG SHOT ! ] . [ BIG SHOT !! ] . [ BIG SHOT !!! ] . But barely anyone wants to put in the elbow grease or has the moral flexibility of a piece of chewed gum in order to become one . As such , they tend to default to their favorite pop culture franchise and then ask themselves the question : " What if ... I was part of the story ? " . Now , as most fanfiction aficionados know and more casual readers are just finding out , this type of fan work is very self-indulgent . You might ask naively : "How self-indulgent can they be ?" . The sad answer is that they can quickly get into porn without plot territory or even cross into the forbidden realm of ... Mary Sues !

If your curious what a Mary Sue is , then ... look it up on TV Tropes . Honestly , I am an used idea salesman not a walking pop culture encyclopedia . But , long story short , they are overpowered little goody two-shoes with supercomputers for brains and who can do no wrong . Some authors tend to start as subversions to this idea , but slowly as the plot thickness they tend to cross the point of no return and become the very thing they swore to avoid . And this idea is not even exclusive to fanfiction , since it can be the main plot point of a TV show or a book . While not a literal Mary Sue , the titular mecha of Megas XLR is a literal fighting machine that can do anything and it cannot be defeated , although it's pilot is anything but that since he is a gearhead from New Jersey with the appetite of an entire nation .

Anyways , derailing this train of thought for now . Getting back on track of the original topic , Self - Insert stories tend to have a very common elements of how the plot evolves from the reincarnation or insertion of the main character into the target franchise by a random omnipotent being , the hero's journey to meeting the cast of their favourite piece of media , their attempts at using their seemingly infinite knowledge of the series to influence the narrative to their own goals , the emo phase where the main character angsts about missing the people back in their dimension , the reveal of their status as an interdimensional immigrant , romancing one of the characters from the fictional universe , the reveal of some edgy backstory and then either creating a alternative universe or following the same plot points of the original stories , but with extra steps . There is also the other variety of Self - Inserts that end up in Harem situations or desire to do their very best Doctor Doom impression and try to take over the Universe ! As you can see , it is rather self-indulgent if I do say so myself .

Now admittedly there are some Self - Insert stories that manage to make this narrative easier to digest and be fun at the same time , both for the writer to drone on about and for the random online person to read . One such story would be " This Bites ! " , a Self - Insert story about a random guy getting dragged into the One Piece universe , where he joins the infamous Straw Hat pirates , but rather than being a poor man's wet dream , it is an interesting retelling of the original universe , which adverts some of the more ... iffy parts of a Self - Insert narrative such as the aforementioned romancing whatever fictional character you happen to have a crush on and the big drama over being from another dimension . The latter being beautifully subverted by One Piece's main character himself , Luffy D. Monkey , who pretty much tells the main character in no uncertain terms to keep it to himself if it doesn't endanger the crew . Simply marvelous .

Admittedly , I am rather biased about this whole mess , since I read so many Self - Inserts that were obviously pulled from someone's private diary , that I grew jaded with the whole concept . You would too , after reading so many fanfictions about being a rather influential character in Harry Potter or Naruto and you are romancing the titular characters regardless of gender orientation or care for the original material . I mean , what deal would a civilian musician have with a military operation , even if Commander Sheppard recruited an archeologist and a tech-savvy vagrant , both of them were literally informants to an ongoing investigation and had their lives in danger . There is no sense , it is like the random omnipotent being gave the main character a +1 to their charisma or something , since they managed that feat of luck . Or just importing a flipping lightsaber and barely changing some terminology . Honestly , if you gave me five minutes and gave me some time to read through the codex , I could write something more believable from an in-story perspective with just the available lore . Like instead of magic space crystals , just say that it is a graphene blade that is created from a micro - forge in the hilt and agitated by mass effect fields to the point of being a high frequency blade . It stays true to canon and it is original , which are both good things . Then there is the whole sub-genre of " The Gamer " fusion fiction , which all I have to say is , go play a video game rather than read about it . Also , how could a person memorise an entire wikia page about a series to the point of being able to make a minor character's astrological chart without having their memories of the past erased just to make space ? And how can they just adapt to their new circumstances with no issues ? It's not like people of the modern era speak the same languages that were spoken in the Renaissance or even know how to operate future technology that requires information that didn't exist yet . It just boggles the mind to think about .

As you can all see , I happen to have opinions and those writers also have some "interesting" opinions of their own . Maybe , I am reading too much into the whole thing and lost track of the original desire of just reading something for fun . After all , fans tend to become rather toxic when someone threatens their headcanons . But enough about that . Rather than tell you about ideas I dislike , I will tell you about ideas I like . As such , I would rather read a story about a casual fan of a series being sent to their favourite piece of pop culture , where they have some general knowledge of how things will turn up , but not the entire series bibble worth of it , who will ultimately end up living their own adventures of learning about themselves and other through interacting with alien cultures and traditions , which haven't been explored in the lore rather than be shanghaied into the more action packed main plot . Their life story might intersect with the original narrative at some junctions , but it is more self-contained since the self - insert is having a blast with a plethora of original characters rather than worrying about some omnious doom only few know about . On the subject of their knowledge , I would rather skip the part of the whole dramatic reveal of their origins since at this point it is rather insignificant and serves only to burden the characters with a self-awareness that is just ripped out of the 90's . I don't say that the confidants of the inserted player couldn't be notified of this in order to reinforce the bonds they have , but it is a rather dead horse trope that needs to be left to rot in peace .

In conclusion , we all have something to trash talk something out of a need to vent the frustrations caused by an unrelated incidents from our real lives . What's important is to be a constructive critic , since you can moan about your hate boners all you want , but if you don't tell people how to improve , then your just contributing to the problem .

Now that I got off my high horse , you can comb this essay for whatever ideas you want to use for the low price of your attention span .

This has been Greg for Owlman's Previously Owned Ideas . We do not advise you to buy gold . We also do no refunds .

whoops. i made a blooming panic self insert LOL

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