#hashtag self indulgent

[unhalos]

obligatory post that yes, a lot of my ocs are asian. no, it isn't fetishization. yes, it's projection and i just like seeing myself in my own characters

[catcze]

Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!

"What flowers do you like?"

Wriothesley asks one day, trying to seem nonchalant. Trying to make it look not as obvious that he's already mentally running through a list of Fontanian florists.

But you hm to yourself, frowning. "I... don't know. I've never really received flowers before," you say with a shrug, acting like it's no big deal. Wriothesley, though, has to catch himself before he drops the pen in his hand.

"Never?" He asks with wide eyes, head snapping in your direction, jaw dropping the slightest bit. "None of your past relationships ever got you flowers?"

You shake your head, not really bothered by the fact, and although you're nonchalant about it, Wriothesley immediately feels the gears in his head turn. That mental list of florists runs through his mind at double the speed. His finger absently taps on the wood of his desk, mind racing as he does some rough estimations. Unaware and unsuspecting, you merely go back to perusing the books in his office, running your hands over their worn spines, oblivious to the clench in Wriothesley's jaw and the determined glint in his eye.

A week later, and Wriothesley returns from the surface with a bouquet in his hands. It's nothing too big or ostentatious— that's not really his style. Instead, it's simple in its beauty and easy on the eyes. All sorts of flowers have been included, even ones not native to Fontaine. Cecilias from Mondstadt, Glaze Lillies and Qingxin from Liyue, Padisarahs from Sumeru, and even Fluorescent Flowers from Inazuma's Chinju forest, among others. All arranged by hands more skilled and talent more honed than he could ever hope to achieve.

Wriothesley knocks on your door, heart stuck in his throat, and can't help but laugh a little at how cliche it all looks. Him, standing in front of your door with a bunch of flowers in hand, desperately trying to fight down his blush when he hears a 'coming!' faintly behind your door.

When you swing it open, your greeting is caught in your throat, eyes wide as they behold the blue and white blossoms Wriothesley brought for you.

"What... what's this? What's the occasion?"

But he shakes his head, and at his behest you take the bouquet into your arms, holding it carefully. When you bury your nose among the petals, they smell sweet but not saccharinely overpowering. It's enough to make you want to cry.

"No occasion," Wriothesley says, one hand going to scratch at the back of his neck, his smile shy and bashful. "I just wanted to get them for you. Wanted to be the first person to ever get you a bouquet of flowers, you know? But importing them took longer than i expected and, well, I told the florist that I was giving it to someone very special so they spent some extra time on the arrangement..." He trails off, clearing his throat nervously. "...Do you like it?"

And that sets loose the tears behind your eyes.

Wriothesley panics a little when he sees how you blubber, sobs making your shoulders shake as you hide your face in the flowers. His eyes widen, a frantic apology on the tip of his tongue while he fears that he messed up somehow. But then you tackle him into a hug, arms wrapping around his shoulders, pulling him close until you can bury your head in his chest and cry. His arms wrap around you almost hesitantly, but when you nuzzle closer into his embrace and they tighten around you.

You're barely able to speak through your tears, words muffled around his undoubtedly ruined shirt.

"I love it." I love you, you really mean.

And how can you not? This sweetheart of a man bought you flowers just because he wanted to. Because no one else had before, and he wanted to be the first person to do so. All his sporadic trips to the surface for the past week make sense— you doubt procuring so many imported flowers so quickly was an easy task on top of troubleshooting the various hiccups of the fortress and sorting through some documents that found themselves on his desk. But he did it anyway, just because he thought it'd make you happy.

"I'm glad," Wriothesley murmurs. He rocks you back and forth in his embrace until your happy tears begin to subside. Then he clears his throat. "So, can I buy you another one next week, too?"

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[mooshie-blue]

I honestly don’t know if I posted these here

[23z567]

Wuub design

[vysociti]

Me In Your Sweater, You Said It Looked Better On Me...

It started off as any other normal day.

You got up before your alarm clock went off, starting your day a bit earlier than usual. It didn’t matter much since the last part of your morning routine always took up more time depending on the day.

What could this task possibly be? Why, waking up the lazy prodigy of Japan, of course! Seishiro wasn’t a morning person—far from it, actually. He’d always whine when you tried to wake him up, even pulling you under the covers with him. And well... there’s no way you can say no to this big baby.

This, however, was when your normal day took a sudden turn. Whether it was a good or bad turn was still up for debate.

Walking to Seishiro’s apartment was easy. It’d only take about ten minutes on foot, five if you were ever in a hurry. His apartment door was unlocked, which, knowing Seishiro, probably meant he forgot to lock it after getting home from practice. You brushed it off and walked inside, only half-concerned about the unlocked door.

The apartment was empty. No, really—there was no one inside. Even Choki was gone. He wasn’t where he was usually stationed, but what was really weird was the absence of one Seishiro Nagi. Your mind immediately went into overdrive. Being an overthinker was not healthy. Was he kidnapped? Did he run away? No, that would be too much of a hassle for Seishiro. AH! Where could he have—?

Your frantic thoughts were abruptly stopped when you heard the front door close.

"found you."

You knew that voice well, soft yet monotone. It always seemed softer when he was talking to you—or was that just your imagination? You turned around to greet him, but before you could, you were engulfed by a gentle warmth and the faint, comforting smell of something familiar.

"You’re up early. What’s the occasion?" You meant to tease, but with how he was clinging to you, your voice softened, and you leaned into his touch.

"Reo said today was important."

"Oh? Did he now?"

"mhm."

What was so special about today? Wasn’t it just another normal day? Let’s see... it was Tuesday, right? December 3rd, to be exact. What’s special about—

Oh.

Oh.

Right. December 3rd. If you remembered correctly, Reo had recently been listening to a lot of songs and looking up their meanings when he came across that one song.

"Heather" by Conan Gray.

The first lyrics. That was why December 3rd was important—it had something to do with giving someone you care about your favorite sweater, right?

The thought of Reo drilling these concepts into Seishiro’s thick skull made you chuckle. Seishiro, still leaning his entire weight on you, shifted his head slightly, now resting it on your shoulder.

"laughing? I wanna laugh too..."

He was being cute again. He was always so cute.

"It’s just a funny thought, Nagi... The fact that Reo got you to wake up early is amusing. Even I haven’t done that. Makes me a bit jealous." Finally, you found your teasing tone.

But of course, Seishiro being Seishiro, it didn’t last. For some reason (you knew the reason), he stiffened. You couldn’t help but wonder if you’d said too much.

Seishiro and you had been dating for a few months now. Ten months, two weeks, and six days, to be precise.

He’d confessed—or stated, really—on a random day, during a random week, in a random month. It was like he suddenly realized what he felt and blurted it out without a second thought.

"i'm in love with you."

He’d said it in the same monotone yet gentle voice he used when telling you he’d won a game or beaten a tough boss. To others, it sounded blank and emotionless. To you, it was giddy, childlike even—in a way only Seishiro Nagi could manage.

And now, he was about to use that voice again.

"it’s always for you."

Whoever said Seishiro Nagi had no rizz was a liar.

It was supposed to be winter, right? Why did it feel like summer?!

He didn’t even give you time to react before continuing. Hesitant at first, he unwrapped his arms from around you.

"like now..."

Then he started to... Huh? He gave you his... sweater? Oh.

"i looked for you."

He paused, taking a deep breath.

"Reo told me to give my sweater to someone I liked..."

"Me..?"

"..things like this can be a hassle, but if it’s for you..."

He didn’t finish the sentence. He didn’t need to. You got the message. You really got the message, which is why your face was burning up.

It was normal for lovers to do sweet things like this, but knowing that Seishiro—Seishiro, who thought everything was a hassle—put in the effort to wake up early, get ready, and walk to and from your place just to do this simple, wholesome action? God, it made your heart do backflips.

You felt like crying, laughing, screaming, and kicking your feet—probably not in that order.

But he didn’t need to see you cry. Not now. Not when he looked like this.

He was blushing, the faint pink on his cheeks giving him away. He avoided your gaze, scratching the back of his neck.

With a smile, you slightly covered your lower face with his sweater—the sweater that smelled like him—all while keeping your eyes on him.

"I’ll treasure this."

Finally looking back at you, you could almost spot a small smile on his face.

"if it’s for you... it isn’t that much of a hassle."

Yup. This was so much better than a normal day.

Bonus!

"By the way, Nagi.. Where's Choki?"

"oh. left him at your place. :×"

"Right.. You walked to my house..—wait a second.. You came to my house?! Why didn't I see you?"

"Reo took me there. he's still outside. :×"

"Reo's still.. Tell him to come in??"

"but..."

"Nagi."

"...Seishiro.."

"Why is that the thing your focused on??"

".. :×"

"Seishiro."

Ding!

"shot him a text."

"Good."

[novakiart]

first official meeting of the Got-A-Stacy-Killed club now in session

based kind of on this line of thought

[threshersharky]

Nobody:

starscream and his two traumatized iPad kids(Me and hashtag):

Or the other way around

[rottenisles]

cant think of a name for the AU so im settling for portal!worlds its uninspired ik dont talk 2 me

LORE POST*SIRENS*

This is like immediately after Wheatley joins The Unreliable, saved from his fate in Byzantium by the crew. Now he's dealing with memories that arent quite his on top of a hefty bounty on his head. tbh i kinda just wanted an excuse to draw the piloting room so i can add GLaDOS next,,,, soon.

Wheatley V.1 still exists, lightyears away mind you, but that lingering feeling of the endless void of space is cemented in Wheatley subconscious at this point. a pitch black coffin he feels hes already buried in. He also has no fucking clue how to interact with others. i'll draw his previous versions at some point

[mizodorito]

ART DUMP!!!! im alive dw

HORROR & EYESTRAIN CW BELOW CUT

[angelic-ish-phantom]

Danny is the most responsible and focused of the trio. This is not a good thing.

[as-the-stars-foretold]

Drawing request: Hazel and Nico dressed up for an Underworld special event. Like decked out in gold and jewels because of Pluto/Hades’s wealth.

I straight up used no references for this one man I have no idea how accurate it is . lol

[salted-snailz]

OKAY BUT LIKE HEAR ME OUT!!!

Imagine being Cas, Sam, and Dean’s pet. Walking around the bunker in whatever little outfits they choose for you (often in underwear or fully nude). Letting them use you whenever they want, being their little free use toy.

UGH I would sell my soul for that 😔

[f0rgetf0rgetting]

im coming out as cringe [self-insert]

[bhnsby]

Every now and then I think about what we could’ve had if Anne Maria didn’t get eliminated because the writers got bored of her

[bangobeep]

hey girl. more stuff and whatnot

[kiloude-city]

The self indulgent emetwol fic.

Wol is GN and unnamed so have fun hallucinating like me.