To selfshippers who constantly change your self inserts; IT'S OKAY!! Just because you change your sona, tweak their design, shift their species, swap their clothing, completely redo them from the ground up, that doesn't mean you're indecisive or some other mean-sounding word. You're just exploring what fits you, and your FO(s), best.
There's nothing wrong with feeling fickle over a design for your self insert, I don't think anyone has ever made any kind of original character and stuck with their design forever. Designs change and grow as you change and grow, and that's beautiful to me :] Don't feel bad that you change your self insert the second an idea strikes, or inspiration smacks you upside the head, you can change your self insert however you'd like and whenever you'd like!
[Pr*shippers and the like; do NOT touch. This is not for you, and never will be for you. You can disrespectfully fuck off.]
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I’ve never made a comic before but this joke has been occupying my brain since this video came out. Turns out no one else is in my brain lol so looks like I have to do everything around here myself. ID under cut!
[Image ID: A seven-panel primarily black-and-white comic featuring Athena Cykes filming a TikTok of Simon Blackquill. Simon is dressed in a plain white tee and black sweatpants. His hair is tied half-up in a bun. From our perspective, there is a clothing rack to his left.
Panel 1: Simon has a neutral expression and gestures to himself as he speaks, his right hand in his pocket. He says: “Hullo, I’m Simon. I’ve been told to show off my Japanese t-shirt collection.”
Panel 2: Simon holds up a dark grey shirt with Japanese lettering on it. He has a small but proud smile on his face. He says: “This one says ‘beef.’ A bit simple, but I find that quite humourous.”
Panel 3: Simon holds up a light grey shirt with a different Japanese phrase on it. He looks like he’s trying to hold back laughter and he’s pointing up with his left hand. He says: “Ah. This one is one of my best ones. It says ‘Danger: Asbestos.’ It was a good Ross find.”
Panel 4: Simon holds up a medium grey shirt with another different Japanese phrase on it. His side profile is shown as he ponders the shirt with his left hand on his chin. He says: “This one--wait, I don’t remember buying this one.” A little blurb with her face on it shows Athena cutting in, asking “What does it say?” Simon responds with “’Dragon,’ it looks like.”
Panel 5: Athena’s face moves to the top of the screen so that she can yell “DRAGON THESE NUTS ACROSS YOUR FACE!!” In large, red letters. Simon hasn’t changed pose.
Panel 6: Red lines showing shock appear next to Simon’s face. He wears a cartoon-ish expression with a wide eye while still in his pondering pose.
Panel 7: Simon recovers and summons “Taka.” in large red letters. Red light is coming out of his eyes, like he found his target. Taka is motion blurred in the foreground and Athena’s shocked face at the bottom yells “SIMON--” while also motion blurred. End ID.]
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— WIP WHENEVER
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Got blessed with a short burst of writing for the morning after these two finally give in and decide to become official
Everything felt so… calm and peaceful. In the same way the sky looks before a storm. Imogen should be fleeing for her life or at the very least preparing herself for the inevitable destruction. But she didn’t – she couldn’t. All she managed was to lie in bed beside the woman she fought so hard not to love. The warmth of her body half draped over Imogen’s after a passionate night. It was such a simple thing, to have her beloved’s head rest against her chest and feel their breaths as one, yet she could not recall ever experiencing such contentment.
Destruction might just be worth it.
Bix trailed her fingertips along her bare collarbone which caused Imogen to smile. Her own caress lightly traveled up and down the mechanic’s spine in aimless patterns. It even felt extraordinary to touch her just for the sake of it.
“I’m starting to believe you actually like waking up next to me,” Bix said in a lighthearted tone.
“I have always desired this,” Imogen admitted softly, tilting her head enough to nuzzle against hers.
“Meaning you’ve always been afraid of this.”
Imogen tensed. The hard-wired urge to pull away and fiercely deny such an accusation threatened to overcome her, but there was no sense in refuting the truth any longer. Not from Bix. Gradually, the bounty hunter willed her muscles to ease. She wondered how long it would take to train these instincts out of her. “If we… truly commit to one another –”
Bix’s fingers twitched into a fist against Imogen’s skin. “If?”
“No,” Imogen quickly corrected herself. “No more ifs. What I mean to say is… Well, I have a lot to learn.”
“So do I. So does everyone,” Bix stated matter-of-factly. She leaned up on her elbow and met the other woman’s apprehensive expression. “You’re here. You’re trying. That’s all that really matters to me.”
A strand of dark hair dangled over the mechanic’s cheek. Imogen reached out and delicately tucked it behind her ear. She took in the unobscured beauty of her beloved for a few prolonged beats, her thumb tracing some of those features that left her in awe.
“I am quite certain there is one thing in this galaxy that I would not be able to bear,” Imogen muttered under her breath – almost to herself.
Bix moistened her lips as she inched closer. “And what’s that?”
A rhythmic knock on the door interrupted their conversation. Along with a gruff voice that called, “Bix? It’s me.”
Imogen hoped her glare would burn right through the durasteel to strike Cassian down.
“Hang on!” Bix called back. With an exasperated sigh, she slumped down and hid her face in the crook of Imogen’s neck for a beat before she forced herself up. At the sight of the bounty hunter’s less than pleased expression, Bix said “Don’t start anything.”
“He still draws breath, does he not? That is the extent of my manners,” Imogen replied curtly as Bix hastily dressed herself. She, too, summoned a great effort to follow her out of bed and do the same. “Unless he wishes to apologize for aiming a blaster at my heart.”
“You held your lightsaber at his throat.”
“He drew on me first.”
Bix rolled her eyes, though Imogen caught the upturn at the corner of her mouth before she turned towards the door. “Come in.”
The both of them hadn’t quite finished dressing. Cassian entered as Bix fastened the waistband of her pants and Imogen pulled a shirt over her head. He halted mid-step, his gaze shifting between the two women as if a complicated equation did not add up. Though, the scene before him must have been fairly obvious.
“What is it, Cass?” Bix urged.
“I just… wanted to talk to you.” Cassian’s answer came out distracted. His eyes lingered on the bounty hunter.
Imogen looked to Bix expectantly and received a nod. A part of her had hoped that she would have been allowed to remain in the room, but she understood why Bix dismissed her. Without another word, Imogen collected her coat in one hand and intended to make her exit when an impulse emerged. She would not have Cassian misinterpret the signs, not if she had any say in it.
In a few strides, Imogen went to Bix and pulled her in by the back of her neck. While their lips met with intention, it was no less soft or passionate than the kisses they shared in private. Imogen indulged in a few strokes and had to fight not to get lost in the sensations, nearly forgetting the witness she intended to show for.
Once Imogen pulled away, she gave Bix a parting caress and said “I will come find you later.”
The mechanic had a knowing glint in her eye, but she nodded again. “Alright.”
Cassian had not moved and the nature of his continued gaze turned from dumbfounded to outright suspicion. Imogen glared right back at him as she made her way towards the door. He stood far enough into the room that she could have easily maneuvered around him, but she instead shoved her shoulder into his as she walked past. Just to make sure her point came across clearly.
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