Self Insert - Blog Posts

just some self-appreciation art cus u gotta love urself too

been dealing with lots of things on univ so ye

oh and im 18 now i guess

version without glasses:

я абсолютно это никак не объясню а просто дам название

шлёпа и шлёпок дельтарун эдишн

не говорите иностранцам что они говорят пусть думают что это очень вхолсом видео

21 Reasons Women Cheat and What It Means for Your Relationship

Made this today while in class. Kind of got sucked into the Among Us fanart thing of drawing ourselves as the color we play as??? If that’s not what it is for others I do not care I can do this instead. Anyways. This was when I was playing with some friends right after being an imposter and winning. Did it with a shading method I found out about

I made a little picture of the character Paletta from Paletta. I changed the way she looked a bit as a way to make it look more like me, or well just different. This little version of Paletta is the one that I’ll be using for whenever I draw my little stories from Paletta. It’s a fun little indie game to play! I did my best to try and get the colors correct.

0. Traumatic events Always Weighs down Enough to kill-

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Chapter.0

You are purple

Batfamily x Teen!Spiderman Reader x Spiderverse

Strictly platonic (for now)

Teen reader will be a neglected in the Batfamily.

The batfamily cares , they know your presence , your name and Awards they just dont care enough to make time for Reader

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Reader was a child no older than 10 Who was the youngest child who had an older brother and they both had two Parents, their Mum and dad suprisingly they had a healthy marrige and they loved their two children, all in gotham but on its outskirts.

Life for reader wasnt perfect-perfect sure there were bullies, thiefs, murderers and other what-nots running around. They were in constant fear if ever they were left alone or in the night. Even then their Childhood was eventful but in a good way Reader Had made many friends in their kindergarten and daycare due to their nature of being blunt but sweet and due to their wild imagination and politeness.

In truth Reader were raised to be polite and mannered but that didn't mean they weren't stubborn and were a doormat for people to stomp over them. They were fierce and strong in their beliefs and had an open mind for others thoughts and ideas

Reader was 10 and had a brother who was older than them by 6 years so he was 16. Like any other sibling They got along and they didn't. When one gets in trouble the other one would be there to help out but not always because pettiness sometimes wins many of the times.

Both of them got into arguments lots of times but mostly they made up after awhile and start with playing pranks on eachother with putting ice cubes in eachother's shirt and pants, or making a drink a terrible one at that and giving it to the other 'lying that it tastes good only to record their sibling spit and cough it out while the one recording laugh and hold off the raging one or simply roasting eachother and reader canonically Talking their older brother's ear off even when he was shoving then out or even when he tried to duct tape their mouth shut.

Readers and Their brother's Dad was A strict and Kind Father who took parenting seriously and was extremely understanding and loved spoiling his Wife and two children. He had the abilty to talk to strangers and made them feel comfortable , the self confidence he had made reader wish they had it. He let the reader paint and draw on him , nothing major though if he had nothing to do or go out then yes he would let them do whatever and Eat whatever the reader made in the kitchen as an experiment to see if it tasted good or not. He encouraged Both his kids to pursue their hobbies and made them pick up other things as well like sports , reading,, swimming , music. He didnt force it and he kept the timming s and classes moderate so that Reader and their Older brother could be happy and still have their energies.

Now Readers and Their brother's Mum was everyones favorite as she made extra snacks and school lunches for her kids friends often inviting them for lunch in holidays and for dinner. She liked to sing classical songs and listen to them. She made food taste like a bomb of flavours which was perfect if you could tolerate spice if not everyone still ate everything on their plates. The craziness and unhingedness definately came from her Dna. She liked messing around with her husband playfully and it never made their children gag (sometimes tho).

Their parents did quarrel but they made sure to keep their voices minimum because they wanted their kids to be happy. They knew all too well the effects of arguments on young minds. Both of the parents discussed on problem at a time and resolved. Mum and dad trusted eachother and whenever Dad was away for work , dad called atleast 3 times a day on in the morning, second in the afternoon and third at night. Mum and dad sometimes talked for more than an hour acting like a young couple, a happy one which would make anyone smile.

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Life would never be the same again, Not ever

Fate was cruel

when it took their parents away in a fire, The fire Taunted the readers vission when it engulfed their home, eyes Darting everywhere hoping like any child and person would to spot their family , they could imagine their bodies withering and burning from the fire , their screams and the sharp sound ringing in the readers ears. Yet that day they didn't see them , soon darkness and undeniable Pit formed in the child's heart as they hugged the blanket around them tighter they blurred out the firefighters and everyones voices out , their mind reeling and their breathing stopped they couldn't breathe not when they searched and searched for their Brother , Mum and Dad.

All The child had grabbed was their Lovable Stitch stuff toy and their backpack which had all kinds of odd trinkets and accessories, papers , DVds , colors, and a thick picture album filled with them and their parents and brother. They hugged their bag close to their chest fearing that someone might take it away from them.

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Local News: A FIRE HAD BREAKED OUT ON ---_-__- MAIN STREET BURNING AN ENTIRE THREE STORY BUILDING DOWN-------------- THE NUMBER OF Deaths ARE -THREE intotal

1.M/N L/N

2. F/N L/N

3. B/N L/N

LEAVING THEIR YOUNGEST CHILD ALIVE, NO OLDER THAN 9. OUR CONDOLENCES REACH FAR OUT TO YOU LITTLE SURVIVOR.

The camera zoomed in to The child sobbing from fear just calling out for their Mom , Brother and her dad running away from a firefighter lady to search for their family. Unaware of the truth.

No child should ever experiance the loss of their family.

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Child Reader Was sent to an orphanage due to not having a gurdian to look after them.

The orphanage was Terrible to describe atleast due to this They gave their belongings , their backpack to the counter lady more like they took the keys and hid their in a storage closet under the floor board while sniffling with a runny nose and puffy eyes , but what unsettled most was how mechanical they were and how dead they looked. Their eyes Voidless , not eating , not talking , not sleeping.

They instead gave their food to someone else making Peace with the other orphans to keep them out of their shit and problems.

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Meanwhile in The wayne's Manor.

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It was just one of those days For the Wayne's where everything was going slow and no one had nothing better to do.

Very unlikely,indeed.

The T.V was on , Local news was playing in the background. Few of the people who were there Focused there attention on to the news focusing on the scene of a fire breakout and how A child was looking everywhere for their family running to anywhere with their Bag pack hauled on their behind , even when the firefighters told and physically stopped them that their family is gone.

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Its been almost three months now, and The child which was in news was still lingering in Bruce Wayne and in few others minds. That what did happen with reader?

Bruce Wayne or Batman the man of the shadows made a decision.

For the. Worst or best?

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For Reader Had made few friends within the orphanage , their names were_-

Felicia a child who is 6 but wasn't adopted due to her being half blind in one eye. She is a brunette and has a brown eye the other eye covered by an eyepatch. A sweetheart and very Curious of the world. She likes listening to You reading outloud The secret garden to her for bedtime

Riley who is 10 , she had a rough attitude to strangers , she is dirty blond and has brown eyes. She cares alot and is very shy and Funny once you become friends. Ooo and she loves making paper planes and playing hopscotch. She too loves story time!!

Margo She is 11, she is the cool and Strog one who keeps everyone safe from the rowdy ones. She loves sweets and playing charades and listening to music, she is the older sister to us.

T h e y all tried to cheer Reader up and it worked few times making them smile and joke around a bit , Felicia Knew that they tried to hide their pain but she knew that it is normal their grief and anger. Reader had significantly lost weight and was severely underweight.

Margo Gave food for reader to eat and coaxed them through it and atleast it helped to keep not malnourished.

Reader got better a little by little yet They still couldnt believe that their family is actually gone , it took alot of willpower for them not to vomit everything out and why?why-why-whyWhy?WHY-?

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And one faithful day- or rather unfortunate more likely

An elderly Man shows up to the Orphanage counter , requesting Reader/Name.

They caught wind of it and went dashing to their friends Not from Joy No from fear and devastation.

They jumped onto Margo as they saw her first, hugging her tightly while crying and repeatedly saying against her-

Reader:- "No no I dont want to go- they are gonna take- t-ake me away. I want to stay Please-pleas- I want to stay Home- im sorry im sorryIm-sorry- i didnt mean too_--"

Margo Hugged her back being set aback but she too hugged back as Tightly as you did , she sniffled as if? She was crying too

Margo:- "Its gonna be okay- We'll go together? Okay?? You ,me and Felicia? how about that? You did nothing wrong- We will see eachother again and we'll play , eat , listen and dance to how much ever music we want, Us against the World all over again"

Margo said , to convince you and her that everything is going to go back to normal like before, Where Riley Never Was adopted First , where Felicia and she wasn't adopted either and You werent either

Reader:- "You and Felicia are going too-?? Yeah-..I want that to happen, So You and felicia know- The place right?- Remember please- because if i can I'll always be there-..Just don't forget Me, You are my best friend anyone could have ever asked for-!"

You cried silently even more now , your words comming out in short huffs and words all in a jumble

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The Escort Lady came in knocking sharply on the door having a stern and scowl on her face , she was the worst atleast We'll be free from her presence and bullying , she ruined Our Heartfelt Goodbye.

She strictly Ordered us both to Pack up our things and tidy thyselves up Left.

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Pt.2 coming soon! Please drop constructive criticism and do give suggestions on how i can do better!

And i am confused that should I refer to reader as 'they' 'them' or 'you' 'yourself'??

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞...

⚠️𝙸𝙼𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃𝙰𝙽𝚃 𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙴⚠️: When my dms are open I won't guarantee I'll reply fast! Also, if you send requests of any kind it will take some time to finish it so be patient please :)

[𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄, 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴...]

🦐𝑀𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝒻𝑜 𝑜𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝒞𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒹…🦐

🖌️𝙼𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝙸 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚠:

Twisted Wonderland,

original characters,

self-insert (because why not :v),

oc x oc / oc x character / character x character.

✨𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭:

LGBTQIA+ content,

fluff,

very light NSFW,

soft gore,

furries,

self-inserts.

🚫𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭:

heavy NSFW and gore,

proshippers,

r*pe,

pedophilia,

incest,

angst,

zoophilia.

((Happy Valentines Day to all my love-birds and to all my single pringles!!!

Before you ask, yes, that is Annus. He is indeed canon in my little universe.

:Some facts:

- He is a phantom that haunts the house the egos and I live in

- He doesn't understand human emotions, so he's can be quite chaotic all that time

- He and Anti know each other

Well that's all, have a great day! ❤️))

TURTLE GOD!!!!!

"A wild Actor appears..."

Between you and me, I think he's trying to convince me into putting him in the Ask Series...

This was a gift I made for a friend on Instagram a couple days ago...

I've been working on this all week.... totally worth it!

finally start playing this game. i even try to record the game play hoping i would find some scenes i want to draw. so here is how my avatar n how i interpret how she looks like.

captainsona / iswm self-insert because i thought it’d be fun :P and it was!

the champagne would be non-alcoholic bcs i don’t/can't actually drink lol, i just thought of that scene right at the start of iswm where they have a glass of champagne and the captain’s supposed to do a speech

i haven’t drawn in so long and it was so good to get back into it!!

have a close up of Chica because she’s the best girl❤️

DC ✢ When he admitted he loved you

Characters: Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian and Clark. This is a companion piece to another headcanon called 'When he realised he loved you' linked here. Though, you can still read it independently.

B R U C E⠀W A Y N E

Bruce did not say it in a quiet moment — for such moments were rare. Though, when they did find him, he spent them with you in silence. Not with words but simply by being near, by existing in your presence.

No. It came during an argument. One of those arguments that shakes the very foundations of a relationship — not because of what was said, but because of what had never been, what was expected.

You had asked him — raw, wounded — what you meant to him. What all this was. Why he kept forming barriers between you, when all you had ever wanted to do was break through.

His answer had been frigid. Precise. Calculated and sharpened. A blade forged from old habits, Bruce wielded it with an unconscious mastery, a last-ditch defence mechanism perfected over decades.

You left. Not in fury, but in heartbreak, disappointment — the kind that does not cry, does not scream, but simply broods into silence. Your absence rang louder than a slammed door, louder than any yell you could have mustered.

Alfred did not speak. Just passed Bruce in the hallway with the kind of look that had once made him sit straighter as a boy. And now, it made him feel small once more, as though he were still a child.

Time passed and still, silence.

He found you in the garden, beneath a sky now thick with stars, the sun had still been gleaming when you had hurried away. You had not been crying. You were still. And in that stillness, he saw the damage he had inflicted upon you.

‘I can’t seem to protect what I love,’ he said, words fractured, conflicted. ‘Not my parents. Not Jason… Not you —’ 

You turned. Not startled by the confession, but by the break in his voice. You had never seen him like this before, never so fragile. 

‘But I do. I love you. I want… I need you to know that.’

It was not cinematic. No kiss. No arms thrown around shoulders. Just him, standing before you, hollowed by an atypical honesty, praying you would believe him — even if he was undeserving of that trust.

And you did. You believed him. Bruce could see it in the ease of your countenance, in the smile that now warmed your face. But even so, he apologised as though he had committed a most heinous crime.

You pulled yourself to your feet, still wordless. And enveloped him in your arms.

‘I love you too, Bruce.’

D I C K⠀G R A Y S O N

Dick meant to say it casually — with that charming nonchalance that usually came so naturally to him. He had rehearsed it, even. Smiled in the mirror once or twice. But it never felt right, never felt adequate. It was too simple a word to describe what he felt for you. 

But love, he discovered, should not wait for perfect timing.

It came unexpectedly late one evening, while a movie played in the background — some low-budget film neither of you had been truly watching. Your head was on his shoulder. His thumb was tracing invisible shapes into your side.

And then — suddenly breathless, it had grown too large to contain, he could not hold it any longer,

‘You know I love you, right?’

You blinked like someone newly roused from a dream, and looked at him as though he had spoken in a foreign language. Dick was not confident he had not. 

When you remained quiet, he chuckled, uneasy. And brought his hand to the back of his neck, in a nervous, boyish manner. 

‘I mean — I have. For a while. I just didn’t want to ruin it by...’ He trailed off, not quite sure what he was saying. 

You remained quiet for a few moments more, contemplating. The juncture of silence stretched taut, he held his breath. And then you smiled. 

As soft as the moonlight now shining through the curtains, you whispered, ‘I love you, too.’

He kissed you gently, as though he were trying to make up for all the times he had not said it sooner. In that moment, he was not Dick Grayson, he was not Nightwing or the Boy Wonder — he was simply someone lucky enough to be loved by you.

To this day, he cannot for the life of him remember the movie that had been playing. All he could remember was that smile — the way it had already lit up your eyes by the time it reached your mouth and the enthralling, glowing warmth that had flooded his system.

J A S O N⠀T O D D

You were stitching him up again — hands steady, breath shallow, a routine so familiar it hurt. Nothing fatal. Nothing new. His form was half-draped in shadow, skin cold under your touch. You sat cross-legged before him. 

‘You’ve got to stop doing this,’ you murmured, not for the first time and certainly not the last. 

He did not answer. Because what would he tell you? Not the truth, you would not want to hear it. Every stitched-up wound felt like proof that you cared; he could not resist the temptation. He did not believe you could love a man like him, but when he felt your gentle fingers work over his skin, he let himself consider it; he let himself yearn. 

‘I’d die for you, you know?’ he muttered. Off-handed. As though it were the most obvious thing, as though it were as easy as breathing.

A frown turned your face. ‘That’s not comforting, Jason.’

And then — something unspooled. A thread that had been pulled too tight for too long. Jason sighed.

‘What I was trying to say… What I meant was… I love you —’ He looked into your eyes, gaze piercing, willing you to see the truth of it. 

The words had flooded out like a barrage breaking open. ‘That’s all I’m trying to say. I’d die for you because… I can’t picture a world without you in it. I wouldn’t want to.’ He shivered at this, at the concept of a sphere you did not grace, the very notion made him ill. 

You stilled. Hands held suspended above him, pausing their work.

He was not looking for a response — only a release; he had needed this off his chest. But you gave him one anyway.

‘I love you, too.’ You had uttered it so softly, had Jason not already been watching your lips, he may have missed it. His breath caught — not in fear, but in awe — as though his lungs had momentarily forgotten their most natural function.

Your words felt like electricity brimming beneath his skin — like every nerve had been awoken at once. A new fullness bloomed within his chest, as though the ribs could no longer host his heart; as if it had suddenly grown too large to contain.

He spoke up again, softer this time,  ‘I’ll try to live for you too. That part’s harder. But believe me when I say I want it. More than anything.’ He gave you one of his rare smiles, and your heart jolted.

You silently placed the first aid materials to the side and leaned in, placing your head against his shoulder. After a short while you shifted, leaving scattered kisses across his fading scars, lingering on each for a moment, he felt that same electricity once more. 

Your hands ghosted over him like he were something precious, as though the ruin of him was worth loving, and that was the message you were trying to convey, what you were trying to have him understand.

Jason did not sleep that night. Not out of pain or panic, but because he was afraid it had been a dream. That peace, for someone like him, was more fragile, more fleeting than any reverie; and he could not stand the idea of waking up.

T I M⠀D R A K E

You both had been working late, each focused on your own tasks, yet relishing in the silent company of one another; the peace of it. Tim sat at his desk, while you lay across his bed, legs swinging behind you with a pen in hand.

Tim had asked you to stay at the manor for the night, but you had gently refused, reminding him you had work in the morning. You got up and walked over, placing both hands on either shoulder. You then pressed a kiss to his temple and whispered in his ear.

‘I better head off now.’ He leaned his head back into you, and his eyes met yours, smiling.

And then — too casually, too instinctively — he said, ‘Okay, love you.’

The words had flowed out like a torrent. A sudden, unexpected failure in his system.

Then a silence dropped like a stone in deep water — sudden, heavy, and irreversible; absolute.

He froze. His eyes were wide, as though the phrase had been spoken by an imposter, by someone else within his skin. He had known this fact for a long time, it had only been a matter of time.

‘I didn’t — I mean — that wasn’t—well, it was, but —’ He stopped. His words crashed over each other, panicked and sputtered.

You tilted your head. Shock the dominant expression on your face.

‘You love me?’

He nodded, slowly, it would be silly to deny it; to lie. Shame crept into the corners of his expression. What if he had said it too soon? What if the word drew you away?  Then suddenly you smiled, as though you had been waiting for this exact failure, this exact slip-up.

‘Well… that’s good,’ your whisper was tender. ‘Because I love you too.’

And just like that, his spiralling mind halted. His thoughts — so often a storm of what-ifs and whys — were suddenly still.

And in that stillness, something shifted.

The tension in his shoulders eased and melted away. He let out a breath he had not realised he had been holding — shaky, but smiling. It was not his usual tight-lipped smirk, nor the polite upward curve he would give strangers — this one was real. Quiet, disbelieving and full.

You leaned downward and rested your forehead against his, your hand moving to cradle his cheek. Tim leaned into it like he had been starved of its softness. You spoke through a grin.

‘Maybe I should stick around. Was that your plan all along?’

D A M I A N⠀W A Y N E⠀(Aged up as Batman)

Damian did not like the word love. Not at first. The word felt paltry. Trite. A flippant syllable never built to hold the sheer weight of what he carried for you.

You had just bested him in sparring. You always did, but only because he allowed it — Damian would sooner impale himself on his training blade than admit it, but it was not as though you were unaware. You had thought it cute, an adjective you would never dare utter to his face. 

Damian had no shortage of self-pride. The fact he was willing to sacrifice it, simply to please you, always left you breathless. 

You extended your hand to guide him up, but he simply stared at it from his place on the mat, his gaze shifting upward. You were standing over him, a barely contained smirk donning your features. 

‘You do not understand what you mean to me,’ he said, voice low and filled with a thousand ulterior meanings, though they bled through, his tone turning earnest.

You did not speak. You simply waited.

‘This feeling,’ he tried again, ‘it disrupts everything. My training. My thoughts. My plans. Everything. It… it…’ He trailed off, not sure how to finish what he was saying, not confident that the words capable of conveying these feelings were extant across any vernacular, it seemed too implausible. 

You smiled, faintly. ‘You mean love?’

He flinched like you had cursed. But then — after a moment — he nodded.

‘Yes. That.’ It was not enough, but he figured he would concede. ‘I feel it. Unwillingly. But truthfully.’

You laughed, it was warm and bell-like. It struck something tender in him, something still learning to hope.

‘I love you too, Damian.’

How was it, that word he had held with such contempt, such scrutiny and scepticism, was suddenly so weighted, so gorgeous uttered from your lips? How was it so impactful now it was directed towards him? 

He looked away, not from shame, but from overwhelm. He had fought assassins, atrocious criminals, and the weight of his father’s legacy — but never had he felt something as all-consuming as being wanted, as overwhelming as the thought of your love.

C L A R K⠀K E N T

He had told you on a rooftop. Not because it was histrionic, but because it was distant — far above the world’s inescapable noise, yet still beneath its stars. 

You were talking about something entirely ordinary. Rent, perhaps. The cost of your water bill.

But he was not listening, not truly. He watched as your lips moved and thought only of how he yearned to kiss them, to wake up to them each and every morning. 

And then he looked at you. Really looked. And the words came like wind through the ether — soft, inevitable.

‘I love you.’ He had cut you off, but it needed to be said. He could not have lived another moment without these words held suspended between you. 

You smiled, easy. ‘I know.’

But he shook his head. Shifting closer. There was an ache in his voice, a gravity to it.

‘No. I love you. Not in the way people say when they’re hanging up the phone. Or when they leave for work in the morning. I love you like… like…’ He paused, eyebrows furrowed, ‘I’m not sure I can put it into words —’ He places his hands on either side of your cheeks. 

You stopped breathing.

‘You’ve given me something no one else has,’ he said, his voice near breaking. ‘Not because you wanted a hero. But because you saw me — as nothing more than a man. The farmboy. The one who still forgets to fold his laundry, after you’ve already asked him five times…’

You let out a sudden laugh, but it was not for his joke, your joy at his admission could not be contained; it surged out. You kissed him.

‘I love you, too.’ You murmured, Clark could hear the smile within your voice. Then he thought of the stars glimmering upon them, they shone bright, yet still somehow paled in your comparison. 

I was thinking of expanding upon the Jason Todd section and turning it into its own one-shot, would anyone be interested in that? Every comment and piece of advice is welcomed and appreciated <3

DC ✢ When he realised he loved you

Characters: Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian and Clark.

B R U C E⠀W A Y N E

The moment had been a quiet revelation, in a silence so profound it frightened him. The kind of silence that followed the first crack of thunder, one moment loud and undeniable, the next building with tension, waiting for it to strike again. 

You were sitting in the library of the manor, an arcane book resting open upon your lap, the fire crackling softly behind you. He had just returned from patrol — broken, bloodied, and defeated.

You looked up, eyes wide, alarmed at his state and asked, ‘Bruce?’ You had spoken as if he were not the Batman, not an emblem of vengeance and grit, but a man, just a man, whose hurt mattered.

Something in him gave out. Not in an ostentatious, cinematic collapse, but in the subtle yielding of defences too long held taut. His mind, a fortress of rationale and boundaries, fell silent.

She sees me, for all I am, it whispered. And yet she stays.

He had not believed in unconditional love since the alleyway. But in that moment, with the stench of blood from his suit and the leaden weight of the city upon his back, he saw love for what it was — not a sanctuary, but a quiet understanding, and a choosing. And she had chosen him.

It terrified him. Because now he had yet another thing to lose, to protect, something that was not abstract. It had a name. A voice. A laugh. It sat in his home and softened his world.

He had never been the same since.

D I C K⠀G R A Y S O N

It crept up on him — not a wave, but rather a tide. Quiet and constant and utterly irreversible.

You had fallen asleep in his bed, still holding a game controller, your brow furrowed even in your unconsciousness. He watched you in the blue glow of the screen and thought, God, I’d die for her.

And then came the laugh — low, bitter, surprised. Because of course he would. He was always ready to die for someone.

But this felt different. This was not a compulsion, a sense of duty. It was not about legacy or guilt. It was about you. And the way your presence grounded the part of him that had always been just suspended above the world, half-grieving, half-trying.

He remembered kissing your forehead before leaving for patrol that night. Slow. Lingering. The kind of kiss that was not about want, but reverence.

That was when he knew.

Love was not a thrill. It was a weight. And he had never wanted anything to anchor him, to tether him to this sphere, more than you.

The realisation made him smile. And then it made him ache.

J A S O N⠀T O D D

Jason felt it like the first rays of sun upon his back after a piercing winter, it flooded his system, warm and compelling. It struck him all of a sudden — new, unfamiliar, and… unwelcome. He did not want it. He had not asked for it.

You were brushing your teeth, half-asleep, wearing one of his old shirts, humming a song under your breath as though nothing was wrong in the world, as though it were not in a state of disrepair just beyond the window. And while watching you, he could believe it for a moment too.

Jason stood in the doorway, paralysed. Because he had seen too much tragedy, too much carnage. He could hardly believe that a quiet instant of peace, like this, could even exist, let alone in his reality.

His first instinct was to run. Not literally — he could never leave you. But to emotionally retreat, to steel himself for the moment this fleeting softness was stolen from him.

But you looked at him. Just looked — toothpaste foam and all — with a kind of amused concern, and asked, ‘You okay?’

After everything he had been through. He was not sure he had ever been less okay.

He loved you. He loved you with a passion that made him feel unworthy, as if he had tainted something holy.

A voice in him protested — said it was weakness. Said this would end in catastrophe. But he ignored it, just this once. He stepped forward and kissed your temple.

‘Yeah,’ he said. ‘Just tired.’ But he was not. This was a lie. His mind was reeling.

He did not sleep that night. He lay awake memorising your breathing.

T I M⠀D R A K E

It was a question you asked that did it. Something ordinary, like, ‘Did you eat today?’

Tim wanted to laugh because it was such a cliché, wasn’t it? But clichés exist because they are true. No one ever asked him that, not like you had, not like it genuinely mattered. 

Then you brought him a coffee, one of those orders so tailored it was essentially an identity. You did not need to ask what he wanted. You simply knew.

He blinked down at the cup, then at you, and suddenly the task he was completing meant nothing.

He felt the world tilt. Quietly. Like the axis of his orbit had shifted. And it had.

Love, to Tim, had always been a puzzle he did not have time to solve. A thing for normal people, with normal lives, for people who lacked the responsibility he had garnered.

But there it was — simple, unassuming and irreversible.

He did not tell you. Not for a long time.

But he began cataloguing what made you smile. The way your face changed after a laugh, crinkled and carefree. He noticed the way your eyes sparkled just a little brighter when you spoke of things that made you passionate, and how the corners of your lips turned up when you were lost in a quiet thought.

This love became his sustenance, it was the first time in years he feared forgetting something.

D A M I A N⠀W A Y N E (Aged up as Batman)

It had infuriated him. The sheer idiocy of it.

Love was chemical, juvenile, a distraction. Or so he had been taught. So he had believed.

And yet there he stood — across from you in the garden, where you were speaking to a stray dog as if it were royalty, and something in his chest pulled.

At first, he mistook it for contempt — annoyance at your softness in a moment where he was attempting to be serious. But then you looked up, grinned, and said, ‘I think she likes me.’

And the words caught in his throat. Not because he did not believe them, but because he liked you. Against every grain of his upbringing.

He wanted to scold you, retreat, build walls. But instead, he asked the cat’s name.

That was the beginning. The fracture.

He loved you. In an old, mythic sense. In the way poets spoke of their love — fierce, unyielding, as though it could bend the very fabric of time. 

And that it did, time slowed every time you entered his concentration.

He began to dream of futures — a concept once as foreign to him as mercy.

He has not told you. But he will. In his own time. For now, he will continue to relish in it, and continue in this alluring descent. 

C L A R K⠀K E N T

He did not realise. Not at first. Because what he felt for you was too immense, too intrinsic, to label with as small as a word as love.

It was not until you fell asleep in his arms, mumbling about a stressful day, completely unaware of the god you were held by, that it hit him.

You did not see him as Superman. You saw him as Clark Kent. You simply saw him. The man. His hope. His grief.

And he realised then — you are his tether.

He thought of Krypton. Of its loss. Of the gaping emptiness it had left as soon as he had learnt of it. And for the first time in years, he did not feel hollow. He felt… full. He realised, that the planet could never have been home to him like she was. 

You snored softly. He laughed. Then cried.

Love, he realised, was not loud. It was simply your hand over his heart. It was your laughter in the next room. It was your body next to his.

He had not fallen in love. He had found it, unexpected and irrevocable, and for all the power he had been bestowed, this force had left him helpless to resist.

And now he guards it with everything he is. Because you are not just his world.

You are his home.

If you're interested, I've since posted a follow-up called 'When he admitted he loved you' linked, here. Every comment and piece of advice is welcomed and appreciated <3

Trying to get out of artblock so I drew my Elden Ring self insert

NO YOU GO !!! GO ACHIEVE WHAT WE NEVER COULD 👏

[ Not to be devious or evil but it's kind of awesome that P03 and I were publicly endorsed for a wedding during the 3rdscryption event. He's my canonical husband, now. I feel so special, I love him. ]

You and Bim Trimmer!! A request I got off Instagram!

Codztober Day 14

Discovering something new

Dan(my self insert) has never seen the elemental staffs before, so finding the pieces for them are pretty interesting to them

I have a feeling this has happened before

Dani: I guess I'm just too tough to cry

Richtofen: Just today you were crying about snakes

Dani: *now shaking and crying* but they dont have any arms,,

Dempsey, joining Dani: They've got a point doc!,,

Richtofen: *facepalms*

(Dani is my self insert btw)

I got you fam, I shall share 👉😎👉

yall please DM me your inserts i wanna draw more pls you’re all so valid i remember back in my dA days when I went by “NaziZombiesGirl” people would draw my insert for me and it would literally make my month and i wanna make some other people feel like that too ;w;

Just a cute little sketch, not really sure what else to say. My non fandom drawings don’t usually get much publicity, but it’s still really fun to draw myself so here ya go

HEYYYYY! 20 followers, huh? That’s pretty good! Thanks to all the people who followed me! I’m gonna try and be more active with my own characters and art, but that doesn’t mean I will stop posting Jekyll and Hyde content. Thanks again to everyone who liked my stuff!