Self-Insertion At Its Finest: SHIPPUR EDITION~!

[innerbeauty]

(( Okay, this is going to be REALLY BAD but try not to hate me too much for it. Lexi, Quill and I started shipping everyone (mostly ourselves) with fictional characters. Don't ask me why, everyone here is nuts and it was 4 am. BUT, then we decided that, yeah, we're gonna make a thread for this. SO, if you actually have a character that you sometimes ship yourself with (or in mine and Quill's case most of the time), go ahead and post in here. Also, for characters that aren't apped (or, in my case, not even named in their source) they'll be considered NPC. Anyone can use 'em or a specific person can be designated to them.
Possible Ships:

`QuillyxGabe
`LexixStarfire
`FatexTyler/Treble
`MeeksxCharming
`JemixBucky
`BawbxSherlock
`NagaxGizmo the Mogwai

Now, get down with your bad self! ))




Within a gated area, cluttered with broken tables and uncomfortable chairs, students of the local college gathered, chatted, and ate whatever meal it happened to be time for; which, in this case, was lunch. Though the typical student lunch scene was depicted as loud and crowded, this particular area's noise came and went with the days just as much as the students. Today, it was a tad noisy, but not overly populated. At one table sat two girls. They most often tried to meet up for lunch or dinner whenever their schedules allowed, but it was difficult to do so frequently. One of these girls, like everyone, had a very specific name, but we'll call her Fate. She liked this nickname for several reasons, the main one being that it was a synonym of her real name and that it offered several puns to be implemented. Standing at five-foot, eight, with very few curves to speak of, she certainly wasn't a looker. However, she did have curling brown-black hair down just past her ears and full, red lips; so maybe she was. Topping off her not-so-spectacular visage was a pair of purple spectacles with grey vine patterns along the arms that framed her green eyes. All in all, she supposed she might be pretty if she tried, but most days she didn't.

Currently, she was eating lunch (today, it was Taco Bell from across the street) with a friend who might be called Quill. Now, usually, her attention remained solely on the person whose company she kept at the time. However, today it was divided. Just a ways away, two large groups of people were being pretty rambunctious. Fate had only just recently managed to join the Bellas, an a cappella group that participated in tournaments. A cappella; the practice of creating music and song with only one instrument: your voice. Normally, one would sit with their group when said group is practicing the use of their instruments. However, they always had meetings, and Fate liked to sit and take a break and hang out with friends outside of a singing group every once in a while. Today, though, she was finding it especially difficult. The aforementioned 'practice' was a mini-riff off. Now, a riff off is where groups of a cappella singers gather together and compete against each other. The rules are simple: after a category for music is picked, the first to start a song has the right to try and finish. However, any member of any group (besides their own) is allowed to cut off the current singer and begin their own song. The only rule is that your song has to associate with the current song being sung. An example of this is if one singer begins "Let's get down to it," the next singer needs to start their lyric off with any number of the final words of the last line.

Now, this college only had three a cappella groups (though, one isn't too much of an actually organized group). So, the two groups tended to compete with each other in their free time. The rival group was the Treblemakers. While the Bellas was an all-girl group, the Treblemakers was made up completely of guys. The most distracting part about being a Bella was if and/or when you developed a special interest in a Treblemaker, the competition. However, it couldn't be anything too challenging; in fact, the groups mingled quite often and a few Bellas were already dating. Fate just couldn't help the fact she'd grown a budding crush on one particular Treblemaker, Tyler. The Bellas considered him to be pretty smug; some thought him egotistical. However, where her friends saw arrogance, Fate saw confidence. Of course, the half-assed attempt at a blonde mohawk in contrast to his brown roots probably wasn't helping his overall image. Ahem, back to business. The reason Fate found it so difficult to keep her attention from being divided was that she really enjoyed the challenge presented by a riff off. After all, it's hard to think of a song you can sing that cuts off another song in just the right way. The current category was Romance, one of Fate's favorites, and one of the Treblemakers was singing Bless the Broken Road by Rascal Flatts. It wasn't difficult for Fate to focus on two things at once (she was an excellent multitasker), but she still felt bad about doing it to a friend. However she just couldn't stand it anymore; she did so love to sing, be it in the privacy of her home or not. The Treblemaker, Fate was pretty sure his name was Quince, had just started on the line "Lead me to where you are" and she knew just the place to cut him off. Giving an apologetic smile to Quill, Fate waited for her chance to strike and leapt from out of her chair.

"Where have all the good men gone and," Fate sung as she smirked at Quince and sauntered her way over to the rest of the Bellas, "Where are all the gods?" Now, with a category like Romance, can you blame her if she found it especially hard to wrest her gaze from Tyler? "Where's the street-wise Hercules to fight the rising odds? Isn't there a white knight upon a fire steed?" At this point, a few of the other Bellas provided a little background for her slow start. "Late at night, I toss and I turn and I dream of what I need…"

Now, the Bellas were in full swing. A loud chorus and dramatic beats lead Fate fully into her song. "I need a hero! I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night! Oh, he's gotta be strong and he's gotta be fast and he's gotta be fresh from the fight!!" What Fate hand't noticed was that the very Treblemaker she pined for was on the move. "I need a hero-" But she never got to finish.

"Hero! 'Cause I," he paused, "I can be everything you need!" Though she had, thankfully, stopped singing when she needed to, it still took Fate a moment to realize she'd been interrupted; and a moment longer to realize who had interrupted her. In fact, she was still standing there, frighteningly close to Tyler. He only had two inches on her at five-ten, but, to her, it seemed as if he towered over her. Fate fell and fell into those blue eyes as the noon-sun light shining through his blonde hair dazzled her. It took until one of the Bellas to pull her back into the group by her elbow to realize she'd been holding her breath. Tyler continued to sing Hero by Sterling Knight, but Fate didn't have the courage to even try and meet his gaze. Instead, a slight blush rose in her cheeks as she begrudgingly turned her attention to planning what song the Bellas could use to cut him off.

[Once-ler]

Quill, or "Quilly," as some dub her, was a very shy, and quiet girl with horrible self-esteem issues. She stood at five-foot six, and was rather chubby and quite pale. She had curves, or at least, her friends would tell her that, she thought she looked more like a fat pumpkin. She stood out in the sea of college students, with her blue and purple short hair that curled at the ends, and a pair of brown-blue glasses with hazel eyes behind them. To be honest, because of her self-esteem, she never finds herself pretty...and continually puts herself down because of her appearance.

She wore comfortable clothing, usually jean long-shorts (ex: the ones that go down to your knees), unusually socks, a pair of Lorax converse, and several necklaces that held memorabilia and other things. (Such as a Chibi Hulk she bought from a fundraiser, a vial of T-Virus she was given for Christmas, her dearly departed dog's dog tag, and a pentacle for her Pagan side. She was a witch so to speak!)

She also wore a woven bracelet her friend made for her, with the colors of the "Witch of Life" god tier title, and blood color of her Patron troll from Homestuck. (light brown, tan, green, and fushia) On the other she wore a bead bracelet that read "Shadow" that a friend had made her before her dog, Shadow, passed away.

She shook her head as Fate burst into song and moved away from the table. Her friend was spontaneous and she expected as such. She finished up her lunch, tossing the trash in a trash can not too far from the table. "I'm going for a walk, Fate." She said, gathering up her WALL-E messenger bag and walking away from the patio.

It was quieter as she walked down the path, not many students tended to walk around due to the heat and sun. Quill didn't mind it, she tended to use the free time between classes to walk around listening to whatever was on her iPod. At the moment she hummed Carry On My Wayward Son to herself.

She tried to stay away from oncoming groups of people, just because she was horribly shy about making humming noises or singing along with her iPod in front of people. That and she wasn't much of a people person...she was socially awkward. Especially in the flirtation department....

[The Tenth Doctor]

The Dark General of the Fifth Demonic Army of Hell strode out of the wretched portal into the dimension of men. His name was Bawb and he was the most skilled General in all of Hell's army. But he was not only a demon, no... He was a demonic angel time lord who was also an assasssin like from Assassin's Creed but he didn't have to follow the creed because he was too cool for that.

Suddenly, Bawb spotted the most gorgeous man he'd ever seen. It was Sherlock Holmes, a man who was so sexy that people were dying as he walked by. Sherlock was wearing nothing but a ridiculously tight pair of leather pants and a top hat. Sherlock strode down the street, sparkles shining all over his bare skin. He was a vampire, except the sexy kind from Twilight because he needs to go in the Sun.

"OOH MR. HOLMES." Bawb shouted, before leaping into Sherlock's gigantic, muscular arms. Sherlock looked down and sighed sexily. He brushed a bit of hair out of Bawb's face and suddenly dropped Bawb. "WE CANNOT BE TOGETHER, BAWB." Sherlock said, as a shirt appeared on him. Then Sherlock tore the shirt off.

[Regina Mills]

How do I even begin to explain Meeks?

Meeks is flawless.

I hear her hair's insured for 10,000 dollars.

I hear she does car commercials...on AM.

Her favorite movie is The Room.

One time she met DNA on AM...

....and he told her to GTFO.

One time she punched Bloo Fry in the face. It was awesome.


But none of that is relevant right now. What you need to know is that on this very peculiar day, Meeks was riding along in the woods when she came upon the other members of AM whaped in colth.

"Who left you guys here?" she asked them quizzically. However, it seemed at the moment, they were all far too busy to pay attention to her. Meeks scowled, believing that all attention should be on her at all times, and swore revenge for eternity. Before that could happen, however, she stumbled upon a beautiful woman with skin as WHITE AS SNOW!!!!1 and long dark hair. Meeks felt sad, because the woman appeared to be dead. ..No, wait, she was snoring. Just asleep, then.

All of the sudden a dashing young man with breathtaking blue eyes, sandy brown hair, and a charming smile rode up on his noble steed. He dismounted the horse and came bounding forward. "I WILL ALWAYS FIND YOU!" he exclaimed loudly. Meeks stepped aside, assuming he was headed for the sleeping maiden she'd seen earlier - so imagine her surprise when she was literally swept off her feet by the charming young man.

"I never doubted you would!" she sobbed, as true love made the world a better place.

[The Trickster]

{OH. UH. JUST GONNA NPC STARFIRE RIGHT IN HERE. KAY C:! HUR HUR HUR ALL 4 U GAIZ}

Those chocolate brown locks were brushed away into place with the swoop of his hand, all with a grin played across his lips. There was one girl he had his eye on...one that could fill the void of Kali and oooo la la those hands! Most of the falling for the goddess was over her amazing hands. No, no we're not getting into that story. All you people get are innuendos so deal with it!

Reaching into his pocket, he snacked away upon the crunch delight which was way better than normal food. NORMAL food was overrated and he was too hipster awesome for that stuff. Giving off the snap of his fingers, he didn't bother dawning a disguise as his form misted off into the breeze like smoke. Only to appear RIGHT IN FRONT of the socially awkward girl who had such a cute little theme going on for her! Of course, he had stock piled those compliments in his head for later.

Gabriel...the silly messenger of God just wanted to make this moment perfect for her. So perfect that if she didn't pay attention, she'd bump right into him. Hiding one hand behind his back for a moment, he produced a box of Snickers special for her with a little red bow and even a red rose! "Hey there cute stuff, I heard you like Snickers!" Waggling his brows up and down, if she dared to look up, there was even a fake curly black mustache on his upper lip! Not to mention his tone was charmingly silly with the way he was using a more playful tone with her.

It didn't take a rocket scientist for him to notice that she needed some happiness!


ELSEWHERE.......

Starfire and some crazy girl they called Lexias were giggling and dancing with each other! Awww they were having so much fun! Though it appeared the brown haired girl wearing army styled clothes including combat boots and a big ol' baggy jacket couldn't dance worth anything. Seriously, she was looking like a total idiot and fumbling all over he place while TEE HEEing and getting caught by the alien girl. You'd think she was drunk, but oh goodness she wasn't. Lexias just failed at life in the dancing department so Starfire was trying to change that considering she was a fabulous dancer in comparison!