#self indulgence sundays

[moongirldreamer]

❣HAPPY SELF INDULGENCE SUNDAY ❣

We're back again hehe. This week @theold-ultraviolence and I exchanged song prompts for a surprise gift. Irma chose 'TIMEZONE' by Måneskin. And didn't give me a specific boyfriend and it matched both aemond and eddie pretty well but ultimately I went with aemond and I made this story-esque deconstructed moodboard 🤣 for you hope you like it 💗

It's been 51 days 19hours and 3 minutes since he left.

Off on an important buisness trip, his father couldn't attend due to an unforseen decline in his health that he trusted him to handle, and he was handling it, crushing it even. Mingling with the companies executives came easy the hardest part about closing this contract had to be the amount of time spent away from you.

Every day is ended with video calls. Whispered I love yous when half asleep, holding pillows where the other should be, stories of every kind and a count down on how much time is left till you're together again.

You're wearing my old clothes, but you, you wear it better

He's written you letters.

He's an old fashioned lover boy he told you as a letter arrived in your mailbox during the first week, one you weren't expecting.

A secret romantic, you love to tease him about it.

Only thing keeping us apart is seven thousand miles

Of course you write him back.

With sticky words of affection.

Lovingly signed from Vhagar, Patch and Irma

Only thing that keeps us apart is a different timezone

Mid October only one week to go. The papers are making their route from one board member to the next, but he can't wait any longer.

A text.

"Someone's getting in the spirit"

Is all it takes for him to say I'm gonna fly straight to you... I don't give a shit about the contracts that I signed

Then he's on a flight, the papers left behind, a family emergency he told them and ofcourse they insisted he leave that day that hour, papers could be mailed or faxed.

He's decided not to tell you, till the car's stopped infront the building.

His hands shake and he's sweating like it's your first date again.

I'm coming home, only thing that keeps us apart is seven thousand miles, running like a mad dog

"Promise me you'll never leave again"

"Gods never again I kept looking up to tell you something only to see the wall. Thought i was losing my mind"

Bonus: I saw this and it reminded me of our vacation shirt convo and it's also very fitting for the sinario 🤣🤣

[ceruark]

wanna hear your mother tongue

[gn! reader x dan heng, jing yuan, blade, jiaoqiu, ratio, aventurine, sunday, & boothill (separate)]

Thinking about how some of the HSR men would react to you calling them a term of endearment in a different language/your native language when you two are NOT an established couple... (for me it would be something along the lines of “cariño” or “mi vida,” but of course you’re welcome to imagine any term from any language that suits you best!)

DAN HENG is confused the first few times you use the nickname. His brow will furrow and he may even adorably tilt his head a bit. He knows by your affectionate tone that it’s not anything bad, but of course, it doesn’t stop him from wanting to know exactly what it means.

He’ll turn to the data bank to look into the term’s origin and meaning, which causes him to fall down a rabbit hole of learning other terms of endearment from your language. You can expect him to shyly call you an endearment back the next time you use one on him, and he’s certainly blushing all the while.

JING YUAN’s smirk and the sparkle in his eyes the first time you let the term of endearment fall from your lips are indicators that you’ve made a terrible mistake. Whether or not you’re familiar with the dialect of the Alliance, he’ll fire a nickname from his own mother tongue right back at you, trying to gain the upper hand by flustering you instead.

And by Lan, does he succeed; you’ll keep the name-calling private and save it for when you two are alone, but he has no qualms about showering you with affection in front of a fleet of Cloud Knights, or even in front of the esteemed Fu Xuan. Good luck trying it on this one— you’ll find yourself in a full-scale flirting war, and this is a battle you can’t win.

BLADE isn’t the most emotive guy out there (when he’s not mara-struck), so it’s hard to gauge his reaction, at first. His blank expression makes it seem like the nicknames just roll off his back, so after a while, you stop using them under the presumption that they make him uncomfortable.

This has the opposite effect, of course, and he starts being a bit clingier than usual and following you around with what is most definitely not a pout on his face. It’s only when Kafka unsubtly points out that you’ve stopped calling him those “cute nicknames” that you put two and two together, and you immediately work to make things right. He may not be the best with words, but he’s happy to show his contentment with your endearments by holding you close to him.

JIAOQIU is flustered the first time, flushing red and ears twitching as he tries to compose himself after being caught off guard. Every time after that, though, he grins and graces you with those gorgeous golden eyes when he hears it. His tail may even start swishing from happiness, but you’ll never comment on it aloud, fearing that he’ll consciously stop it from happening.

His reaction is enough on its own to encourage you to keep calling him those sweet names, but you’re certainly not complaining about the delicious food that he starts bringing you in droves. (It doesn’t have anything to do with your little nicknames, don’t be silly.)

VERITAS most certainly knows what the term means, and that causes him to be even more flustered the first time you use it on him. He’s flushed from head to toe, and whatever tangent he was about to go on is completely lost to him, instead replaced by his silence as he hurriedly leaves wherever you’ve decided to pull this over on him.

He’s prepared the next time you do it, though. He doesn’t so much as bat an eye at the endearment, but he does continue the conversation in your language, speaking it flawlessly. Now it’s your turn to be flustered as you realize you enjoy hearing him speak in your mother tongue more than you care to admit. If there’s a slight smirk on his face from your reaction, neither of you acknowledge it.

AVENTURINE’s reaction is the reverse of how you would expect someone to react: flirt first, get flustered later. He doesn’t need any encouragement to be flirtatious with you, so when he hears the unfamiliar endearment for the first time, he assumes it’s just a normal part of this little game you two have been playing with each other. It’s easy for him to respond with endearments he’d heard older Avgins using growing up, and he even feels a bit giddy being able to use them on you.

Of course, he’s looking up meanings every time a new term pops up in your vocabulary, and his behavior takes a turn when he realizes you’ve started using more intimate endearments— ones typically reserved for spouses instead of those used for casual flirting. You think Aventurine looks good in any color, but you’re definitely partial to the light pink that graces his cheeks when he gets shy. 

SUNDAY has been trained to remain carefully composed at all times, but nothing could have prepared him for this. He’s another one that I think would actually know what the endearment means, so he’s immediately blushing and hiding behind his wings— a futile effort, since they’re fluttering far too much to properly serve as a curtain for his flushed face. Once he gathers his bearings, he continues your conversation and acts like it never happened.

He reacts this way the first few times, but as you persist in your efforts, he decides to start playing along. He’s not one to flirt back verbally— he couldn’t possibly make his intentions too obvious— but he does take pleasure in the fact that he can have the same effect on you. If you try to comment on the way that he stands and sits much closer to you now or that his hands linger on your skin far longer than usual, an expression of innocence and casual deflection is all you’re met with. And don’t you dare try to take the endearments back from him now— he’ll only fluster you more until you start calling him those pretty names again.

BOOTHILL takes a few seconds to realize exactly what’s happening, but once he does, you’re in danger. His confusion at the word almost distracts him from the tone you used while saying it, but he catches on quickly and is grinning widely when he does, all sharp teeth and adoration. He returns the favor in kind, and from that point forward you can expect to exclusively be referred to as “sweetheart,” “sugar,” “beau,” and the like.

He can’t get enough of the way the words roll off your tongue, and the sound of it gets him more drunk than any whiskey ever could. Keep things up, and you might find yourself being pulled toward him by the waist as he puts his hat on your head, finally making his feelings for you crystal clear.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

To stay on the subject of Erik housewife:

he doesn't want cats in the house, (even though Charles would really like one), so they agreed to get the sphynx (similar to Charles) So they (Erik) don't have to always collect his hair.

Spoilers: Erik still has to clean it and he scratches him EVERY time.

so i may have some doodles. because i do think they deserve one (1) cat ...

bonus:

[wigglesdtuff]

i sure do wonder what she told him

[annqer]

some recent sunturine doodlz

[ataraxiaspainting]

The Floor is Breathing.

Yan Overhaul x F Reader. 

Synopsis: You feel like both the witness and the victim in an uncommitted crime.

Warnings: Yandere themes, kidnapping, manipulation, stalking/non-consensual recording, mentions of binge eating, and some infantilization.

Word Count: 1k.

*~*~*~*

You can swear that these white walls blink.

Something, somewhere here, has eyes that look you up and down – you feel its breath on the back of your neck when you fall asleep facing a wall, the only decorated wall you have ever seen in this facility, actually. 

You’re not crazy. You have to remind yourself day in and day out of that fact, but you’re not crazy; you know another living being is in here with you, watching attentively.

Overhaul – no, “Kai” is what he forces you to call him now, says that there are no cameras in your room, but your gut screams otherwise.

You asked if he was sure, once, two days or four days, or six days ago – it should still be recent as you did not feel as isolated as you do now – and he responded by saying if he really wanted to keep a closer eye on you, he would just become your new roommate.

You’re unsure as to if that was a threat. He seemed happy when those words came out of his masked mouth, so perhaps it was just some unfunny gest. He made those sometimes, especially when he tries to coax you into taking vitamins every mealtime. Those jokes were as dull as the light brown and white pills piled up in a little cup meant for dipping sauces. Perhaps it was repurposed or Kai had ordered some from somewhere or he has some restaurant under his control somewhere.

Somewhere so dirty and filled with sugar and oils and artificial coloring. You’d die for just a sniff of pizza being served at an all-you-can-eat buffet or deep-fried cakes being served at a pop-up carnival. If health inspectors didn’t approve of such spots, or at the very most give them a C rating, then Kai wouldn’t go within two blocks of them. Much less let you. You’d stuff yourself to the brim like it is your last meal and compared to the boiled chicken and rice and broccoli you were given daily, chips and cookies may as well be.

A call of your name makes reality come back faster than a slap to the face – and hurts just as much.

“I asked you something, sweetheart. What do you want to do today?” Kai asks.

He didn’t seem angry or irritated as he repeated himself. His voice was still soft and the way he taps his foot against the pastel pink heart carpet reflects that. Times like these almost make you wish you were deaf. The words feel rehearsed but also feel as though they are straight from the heart like the actor was passionate enough in reciting their lines or was grossly in love with the story of the show. 

“I don’t know,” Unlike Kai, you forget your script quite often – aside from that one saying.

“You don’t know?” He’s still smiling. You know it.

“No.” You murmur. He puts an elbow on the small white table, stabilizing his head with his gloved hand. “I don’t.”

“I have some ideas,” The feeling of dread makes your stomach drop. Or was it your heart? Lungs, perhaps? You don’t know how to breathe right now, after all.

“I… don’t know, Kai.”

“You said that already.”

For your sanity, you choose to look at your freshly remade bed instead of his eyes. The rabbit plush you were given on your third or so day here lays alone on top of your singular pillow. The bars surrounding the sides reminded you of a crib. You’re only allowed to put your legs over the railing when Kai comes to your room in the morning and you’re not allowed to get out by yourself; he grabs your hand to assist you.

“Do you want to know what my ideas are?”

You’re not allowed to say no to anything Kai suggests. It’s an unspoken rule, unlike the ones for your room. “Um… okay…”

“Well,” Kai begins, his other arm being laid out on the table. His palm is facing upwards and you know what that means.

Your hand moves towards his – you try your best not to flinch this time in response to his slight grip, but you fail.

Kai chooses not to notice it for now. Just a small treat for this morning’s hug.

“I was thinking we could go to my office. Just for a change of scenery.” His thumb moves back and forth across your knuckles. “We could bring your colored pencils or your book if you’d like. It’s still noon, so we have some time before your daily check-in.”

“Okay…”

*~*~*~*

You had opted for your book in the end, although you regret your choice now because two of the four walls in Kai’s office have windows, and just outside of them were uncrowded streets that lead up to small hills on either side. The hue of the grass was off – a dull brown – but considering it was about time for autumn to roll around, you didn’t judge. Not that you could, anyway.

Could you ask to go back and get your colored pencils? You attempt to dismiss the thought by imagining future possibilities. Kai seems to be working on his computer right now though, and the guards outside wouldn’t let you leave by yourself anyway.

To hell with it, you think. It’s fine. He won’t get mad. 

At least… you hope so.

You walk over slowly until you are nearly touching his left shoulder. “Can I please get my colored-”

It’s you, from different angles and at different times of day – even some videos of you before you were kidnapped. They are of you sleeping, of you eating, of you looking under your bed. They are of you putting on socks, of you microwaving dinner after a long workday, of you talking on the phone with friends for hours. They are long and short – you can see some of them even repeat. Oh fuck. Is there a camera in this room too, or-

Before you can continue analyzing, Kai slams his laptop shut.

“Go back to reading, sweetheart.” It’s an order – you know it from the way he does not blink and the way his arms cross. He didn’t want you to see his screen; that fact is as clear as a cloudless sky. “You can color another day, okay?”

[seasononesam]

autistic sam winchester

Bought [Sam] a new computer. He’s a zealot about having a Macintosh. Also he’s a walking dictionary of the occult and esoteric. - John Winchester’s Journal by Alex Irvine 

[moeblob]

So uh, haha, hey, uh. What if I set a timer for 20mins and then tried to rush job an HSR character in that time? What then?

(all of them were timed for 20 minutes which is why Numby doesn't have the designs :c I ran outta time. Also bigServal took like 13mins so I decided to do a miniServal with Lynx's hat in the remaining time)

[madamofthestars]

Just a Nightmare| Sunday headcanon

Author's note-This is self-indulgent for I needed to write something self-indulgent at the moment.

you wake up with tears and sweat on your face as you try to shake off the thought of the nightmare.

You can just turn to Sunday's side of the bed to see if he is still there.

you thank the aneons above that he was when you saw that familiar tuff of blue-ish hair and wings.

You hold him close scared that if this is a dream and the reality is what you witnessed.

you don't fully know if this is some sweet illusion of a dream but if it is a lovely illusion then you would rather stay in the dream.

you started crying into his chest for this is the first time in your life you ever felt fear.

The sound of your crying woke Sunday up and the sight of you crying broke his heart.

For he can't bear the thought of seeing you in pain and he warps his arms around you.

Sunday whispers soothing and reassuring words for after all that has happened.

he knows that you were still on edge and scared for he still could remember the look on your face when you freed him from the bloodhound's custody.

It was a look of worry and relief and the fact that you still loved him after everything left him at a loss for words.

Even after everything you still choose to love him.

He will reassure you he is okay and that he is there for you.

you mean a lot to him and even more so now as he wraps a blanket around you to keep you warm.

he spent the night comforting you even gently recounting an old fairytale you often brought back then when him, you, and robin were all growing up.

Sunday sighs softly when you fall asleep near the end of the story as he holds you close in his arms and stays awake wanting you to get the much-needed rest for he will do what he can to protect his beloved dove.

[moongirldreamer]

💕🖤HAPPY SELF INDULGENCE SUNDAY💕🖤EDDIE-VERSARY EDITION

We haven't done this since what February?? Feels good to be back hehehe @theold-ultraviolence

Eddie's a jewelry guy and a softie who wants to be the best boyfriend he can so obviously he's getting us the most romantic piece of jewelry a locket. He put that specific picture in there "so you'll always be able to get a kiss"

It's insane that it's been a year. A year of being inlove with the best silly fictional man and a year of us being friends/partners in self indulgence. I've told you this a few times but I'm so glad the duffers made eddie so I could find you Irma 💕

Happy Eddie-versary love🎉🎉

[corvidco]

Day 259 of SELF INDULGENT SUNDAY ACTUALLY FELL ON A SUNDAY HOLY SHIT until ponk is added to the qsmp

@routeriver @evren-sadwrn @1247 @bdaycheesecake @goooser @kuprisunshka @snails-are-made-of-jelly

[lukasadss]

A moments rest for the king of dreams💤

[maybemewlyn]

I love you Everything's alright Sunday morning. 🍊

(I love doing these little sketches and drawing them doing domestic everyday activities like buying fruit or bread etc.. 😭❤️ Also I’m VERY SAPPY AND I OWN IT.. YES. VERY SAPPY.)

[rookmeo]

sunday stimboard no kin/me/id tags. ill get well soon i promise

🪽 × 🪽 × 🪽 / 🪽 × 🪽 × 🪽 / 🪽 × 🪽 × 🪽

[ataraxiaspainting]

Yandere Sylus - Headcanons.

Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, kidnapping, manipulation, small descriptions of violence (not against the reader), and abuse of power.

Word Count: 400.

*~*~*~*

Sylus already has some of the quirks necessary to make a terrifying yandere – he’s manipulative when he wants to be, and has enough connections to make anyone who crosses him the wrong way disappear for good.

However, he can also be merciful sometimes, especially to you when you behave nicely. A deal soon is thought out, one that keeps you in check and makes sure you never leave him. In exchange for goods worth more than anything you’d make in your entire lifetime, you’ll be seeing Sylus at various scheduled times per month, the routine gradually getting much more crowded as Sylus turns himself to greed. 

But if you reject him more than once, he has no problem putting you somewhere high up or deep underground until you see the world through his eyes; he is the best choice for you and your survival. You’ll still be given nice things, but your metaphorical leash is now tighter. 

You can’t leave the compound without Sylus’ arm snaking around your waist or shoulders. He’s kinder to you than he is to most people… if you play your cards correctly.

“I recommend taking it cold. Sigh. Summer nights seem hotter these days… Oh? Hm… Don’t burn up, then. I’m sure you’d hate it if I nursed you back to health from a heatstroke, right?”

Sooner or later, your room and his will become one. Well, it is more so yours because Sylus still has to travel plenty during the night, but little cameras in general sitting spots will be subtle reminders that you are never alone. You aren’t granted a phone until long into your “move-in”, be it him snatching you up or you living with him due to some strings he pulled with your landlord.

“Poor thing.” The car edges closer as you peer into the open window. “Nowhere to go, I take it?”

You don’t know how to respond, but you don’t have to – within minutes all your belongings are packed into the trunk with ease.

An eye for an eye is what Sylus calls this relationship. If you scratch his back with compliments, he’ll scratch yours with small privileges or gifts. If you try to hurt him by escaping, he’ll definitely hurt you with a few phone calls and money snuck into the pockets of people who will do anything for just a bit of cash. You’ll be back, one way or another. Sylus will be waiting for you with open arms.

[artifeast]

for day 6/7 of podcast girls week! late for day 6 (and almost day 7 oops), but this is pure self-indulgence :3c