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Transmasc and aroace userboxes I made for myself
#self indulgent <3#user box#userbox#editblr#no id#click for better quality#transgender#trans pride#trans boy#transmasc#transmasculine#aroace#aromantic asexual#aromantic#asexual
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notes in class - various !!
warnings : fluff, mentions of kissing
notes : weoeoeowwow
—KAZUHA
—SCARAMOUCHE ( ft. heizou )
—CYNO
PART TWO
—will be made eventually, maybe tell me who else you’d like to see !
#tighnarizz#kazuha#kazuha x reader#scaramouche#scaramouche x reader#cyno#cyno x reader#genshin impact#genshin impact x reader#genshin imagines#genshin fluff#self indulgent <3
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want mike wheeler to look me lovingly in the eyes with his hand on my cheek and call me his pretty bunny after he is mean and cold and distant to me all day idc
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adrinette exes! and marichat! part 4!
(part 1 / part 2 / part 3)
#ml#miraculous#miraculous ladybug#my art#adrinette exes#adrinette#adrienette#marichat#adrien agreste#marinette dupain cheng#chat noir#I would post this tomorrow but im not going to im posting it now#adrinette exes be upon ye#believe it or not I have actually already sketched out the NEXT part. so who knows when that will be ready#the emilie/gabriel 'the kiss' painting with the adrinette mirroring below was sooooo self indulgent to me. like so ridiculous#also sorry adrien but I put you in swim trunks. I am protesting against your speedo<3 sorry<3
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mwah
#good omens#good omens fanart#aziraphale#crowley#ineffable husbands#aziracrow#azcrow#crowley's lil snake tat likes kisses too :3#one day i'll do something that isn't a messy self-indulgent sketch#or i wont
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Being short and taking tiny steps. It's something he never really realized because you always forced yourself to keep up with his longer strides thanks to his superior height, but now as you're going home after a lunch date, he's walking behind you, and nearly bumping into you every few steps.
"You walk so slow," he states after forcing himself to slow down for the tenth time.
"Cuz I'm short. And I don't want to walk fast if I don't have to." You look over your shoulder to look up at him. "You know, you can walk ahead of me? Home isn't going anywhere, I'll meet you there."
Absolutely not. He's not gonna let you walk home alone.
Instead, he says, "I don't want to."
You let out a confused laugh, "What do you mean 'you don't want to'? You were complaining about how slow I am."
"Wasn't complaining." He pauses. "Just observing."
"But you're still rushing to get home," you point out when he almost bumps into you again.
"The game is starting in fifteen."
You roll your eyes. Him and his soccer.
"Then either walk ahead or don't. Or carry me if you're not gonna walk at my pace. I'm don't plan on speeding up, I'm tired of practically jogging just to keep up with you."
Now there's an idea.
"Alright."
"Alright?" You look at him suspiciously. "Alright what?"
"Alright I'll carry you."
Your eyes widen. "Wait-"
He doesn't let you finish, arms coming behind your back and knees, picking you up without any complaints. You squeak out his name, arms coming around his neck. "I-"
"-won't struggle to keep up with me." He shoots you a cocky look, setting a much faster pace. "We'll be home in five."
#really self indulgent really roughly written#just needed to get this outta my head#soap x reader#john soap mactavish x reader#john soap mctavish x reader#soap mactavish x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#ghost x reader#kyle gaz garrick x reader#kyle garrick x reader#gaz x reader#captain john price x reader#john price x reader#price x reader#141 sweet treat <3
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A Peaceful Repose [Logan Howlett]
Summary: After some time away on a mission, Logan comes home, and all he wants to do is be around you
Warnings: clingy logan, showering together, sooo much fluff WC: 1.6k - MASTERLIST
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The door of your apartment slowly creaks open, followed by the sound of a familiar, heavy tread against the wooden floor. Your heart skips a beat, in both relief and excitement—Logan’s back.
But as he steps into the room, the sight of him makes you pause. He looks every bit as exhausted as you imagined, but it’s more than that. His clothes are torn and stained with dirt and dried blood, and a faint, musty smell of sweat and grime clings to him. His normally fierce gaze is dulled with fatigue, and the well-kept scruff on his face has grown wilder, more unkempt.
Your nose wrinkles slightly as you take in the full picture. “Logan…” you start, hesitating as he drops his bag on the floor with a loud thud. He catches your expression, and despite everything, he smirks, though it’s softer than usual, his eyes gleaming as they meet yours.
“Missed you,” he murmurs, his voice gravelly and rough, but filled with a warmth that makes your heart swell.
“I missed you too,” you reply, stepping forward to close the distance between you. He reaches out, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you close despite the state he’s in. The embrace is tight, almost desperate, and you feel the stiffness in his muscles, the way his body seems to sag against yours, as if holding you is the only thing keeping him upright. And as much as you want to melt into him, as much as you want to rest your head on his shoulder and breathe in his scent, the feel of the grit against your skin pulls you back.
“Logan, you need a shower.” Your voice gently chides as you lean back to look up at him, your hands smoothing over his chest before you brush a lock of hair away from his forehead, your fingers grazing the sweat-dampened strands.
He lets out a low chuckle, the sound vibrating through his chest as he holds you, the warmth of his breath fanning across your cheek. “I just wanna hold you,” he grumbles, his face nuzzling into your hair.
You tilt your head back a bit, giving him a fond, but pointed look. “Not like this, you don’t,” you tease, pressing a kiss to his cheek before wrinkling your nose again. “Seriously, babe, you stink.”
His mouth quirks into a tired, yet genuine smile, a rare sight that always makes your heart flutter. “Can’t blame a guy for trying,” he mutters, his eyes softening as he looks down at you.
“Go on,” you urge, giving him a gentle nudge toward the washroom.
But Logan doesn’t move right away. Instead, he gives you a look, one that’s almost boyish in its vulnerability. “Can you come with me?” he asks, almost begging. “I’ve missed you… a lot.”
The sincerity in his tone, the way his eyes seem to plead with you, makes it impossible to refuse. You sigh, pretending to be more exasperated than you are, but the truth is, you’ve missed him just as much. “Alright, alright,” you relent, rolling your eyes playfully. “We’ll get cleaned up.”
A hint of relief washes over his features as he takes your hand, his rough fingers intertwining with yours as you lead him toward the bathroom. Once inside, you turn on the shower, adjusting the temperature until the steam begins to rise around you.
You turn to face him, your hands resting on his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat under your palms. “Let’s get you out of these clothes,” you say softly, reaching for the hem of his shirt.
His hands cover yours, guiding them as he helps you pull the fabric over his head, his gaze never leaving your face. You can’t help but notice the remnants of bruises and cuts scattered across his body, and your heart aches to see him like this, knowing the toll the mission must have taken on him.
When he’s finally undressed, you shed your clothes quickly and step into the shower. Logan wraps his arms around your waist as he presses his forehead against yours, eyes closing as he takes in the moment.
The warm water cascades over both of you, and you can feel the rise and fall of his chest, each breath syncing with your own. There’s a stillness between you, a moment suspended in time where nothing else exists but the two of you.
“God, I missed this,” he murmurs affectionately, gazing down at you with a quiet longing.
“Me too,” you echo your voice barely above a whisper as if speaking too loudly might break the fragile intimacy of the moment. You reach for the soap, lathering it between your hands, the bubbles forming quickly as the scent of fresh citrus fills the air.
Logan watches you with an almost reverent expression as you begin to work the soap across his chest, your fingers tracing the hard lines of his muscles. His skin, though scarred and battered, is warm beneath your touch, the tension slowly melting away under the soothing rhythm of your hands.
He lets out a low, contented hum as you wash him, his eyes slipping closed as he leans into your touch. “That feels good,” he breathes, the words rumbling through his chest.
You smile quietly, taking your time as you work your way across his torso, roaming every inch of him. When you reach his shoulders, you pause, stepping a little closer so you can run your hands up the back of his neck and into his hair, your fingers gently massaging his scalp.
The sound he lets out is almost a groan, and you can feel his body relax even further as your fingers work through the tangles in his hair. You can’t help but lean in, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. It’s a lazy, unhurried gesture, one that speaks of comfort, and Logan responds immediately, turning his head slightly to capture your lips.
The kiss is slow, achingly slow, devoid of the usual urgency or passion, but instead filled with something deeper—love, trust, and a profound sense of belonging. His lips are warm and soft against yours, and you find yourself sighing at the familiar taste of him.
When you finally pull back, your breath mingles with his, and he opens his eyes to meet yours. He doesn’t say anything, but his hands slide from your waist up to your back, pulling you so close into his orbit that there’s no space left between you. He holds you like this, his chin resting on the top of your head as the water continues to pour over both of you. It’s not about desire, but rather a need to feel you close, to reassure himself that you’re here, safe and sound in his arms.
You continue to wash him, your hands moving slowly and gently over his body, lathering his hair with care as the water rinses away the grime of the mission. Every so often, Logan presses a soft kiss to your forehead or the top of your head, small gestures of affection that make your heart ache with how much you love him.
As you wash the soap from his hair, you reach up to run your fingers through it one last time, making sure it’s clean. You notice his eyes are half-closed as his head begins to droop down toward your shoulder.
“You’re going to fall asleep standing up,” you tease gently, running your hands down his chest before stepping back to grab the showerhead, directing the water over his shoulders and back.
“Can’t help it,” he murmurs thickly with drowsiness. “You’ve got magic hands.”
After you’ve both rinsed off, you turn off the shower and reach for a towel, wrapping it around yourself before grabbing one for Logan. He takes it from you with a small, grateful smile, quickly drying off before he wraps the towel around his waist. But before you can do the same, he brings you into his arms again, his damp skin cool against yours as he holds you close.
“C’mere,” he murmurs, his voice low and soft as he leads you towards the bed. He pulls back the covers, and the two of you climb in, still damp from the shower. Logan pulls you close, his strong arms encircling you as he pushes his face into the crook of your neck.
The scent of fresh soap and clean skin fills the air, and you can feel the last bits of tension leaving his body as he settles into the bed, his breathing evening out as the warmth of your embrace soothes him.
“You’re warm,” he mumbles.
“So are you,” you respond, pressing a kiss to his forehead. Your fingers trace soothing circles on his back, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing.
Logan hums in satisfaction, his arms tightening around you as he presses closer.
“You’re my everything,” he whispers.
You turn in his arms so you can face him, your hand resting against his chest. “And you’re mine,” you whisper back, your thumb brushing over his heart in a slow, soothing motion.
In the quiet of the room, the only sound is the steady rhythm of Logan’s breathing and the faint thump of his heartbeat beneath your hand. You feel completely safe, completely loved, wrapped up in his arms, and you know that he feels the same.
Drifting off to sleep, the last thing you hear is his voice, low and filled with affection. “Don’t ever leave me,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your forehead.
“Never,” you assure. “I’ll always be here.”
Logan lets out a deep, contented sigh, pressing a final kiss to your temple. And as the warmth of his embrace lulls you into sleep, you can’t help but think about how you were always meant to be here, by his side.
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#self indulgence at its finest#deadpool and wolverine#logan howlett#logan x reader#logan howlett fic#wolverine#deadpool 3#logan howlett imagine#x men#deadpool movie#james logan howlett#logan howlett fluff#wolverine fluff#wolverine x you#logan howlett x you#hugh jackman#marvel#marvel imagine#fluff#mcu#logan howlett x reader
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just met Tara for the first time in my game! i love her a lot :)
(credit to @friendamedes for the headcanon about Gale wearing glasses when he was a kid!!)
#felt myself shifting into :3 mode as i was drawing this#clawing my way out of art block one self-indulgent doodle dump at a time lads#artists on tumblr#bg3#baldurs gate 3#bg3 fanart#baldurs gate fanart#bg3 gale#gale dekarios#gale of waterdeep#bg3 tara#tara the tressym
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ODYSSEUS, Veteran Tactician Hades 2 (TBA) dev. Supergiant Games
#hades#hades 2#odysseus#hadesedit#gamingedit#dailygaming#videogamemen#userwolfkissed#miyku#userbamf#userbrujah#usermichi#aartyom#userfarllee#usernuclear#userredacted#creatormari#userfray#userorion#*#aphrodite set was for y'all but this set is self indulgent <3#brothers and sisters we must stay focused
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everyone shut up. werewolf druid shart.
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Things I made for myself :3
Non disordered traumagenic flag by @neopronouns (sorry if you don't wanna be tagged! /gen)
#self indulgent <3#user box#userbox#editblr#no id#requests <3#click for better quality#endo safe#anti endo dni#dni anti endos#endo friendly#endogenic safe#pro endo#endogenic system#pluralgang#plural userboxes#pluralpunk#plural community#plural system#non traumagenic safe#non disordered traumagenic#non disordered system#vocaloid userbox#vocaloid#not queued
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star abducted :3
#isat#in stars and time#isat spoilers#loop#siffrin#myart#fanart#pls clck on the frst picture tumblr destroyed my line quality ;v;#tfw you almost meet your parents and you are nowhere near emotionally prepared for that-- let alone being emotionally prepared-#- to meet your younger self who immediately adopts you as their best star friend#:3#helpful imaginary friend loop#littol siffrin pulls up an extra chair at the dinner table and everyone goes along with it#but Loop is actually sitting there#and watching their family eat and banter in ways that are both so painfully familiar yet alien#everyone is asking littol Siffrin about their star friend (yknow like indulging what they think is a kid making up an imaginary friend)#and littol Siffrin is 'they're just being shy right now!'#'but i'll ask them later!'#i don t think i'll be drawing more of this to make an official au out of it bc i just wanted an excuse to draw littol siffrin#but i would not mind if people built on top of it :3c
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robin buckley who adores sweet, dumb girls who just laugh at all her jokes, even when they're the punchline. she can say the meanest things and she just laughs and laughs, and it isn't until they're in bed that she realizes that the girl not only understands all the cruel things she says, but that she really likes it.
#robin buckley#robin buckley x you#self indulgent <3#everything i write is self indulgent idk#mira's thoughts •°. *࿐#this was in my drafts
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“don’t cry, my child”
i was thinking about how venti canonically refers to the people of mondstadt as his “children” and how kaeya is included in that… then the brainrot took over and then i thought, what if when kaeya was a little kid and he felt lonely sometimes, venti would decide to shapeshift back into his little wind sprite form to comfort him…
#this is so self indulgent lmao#kaeya and venti are two of my fav characters so naturally i’d daydream up a bunch of hcs#hmm their canon dynamic intrigues me so much too since there’s still a lot of mystery surrounding both of them#anyways i loved drawing this one :3#my art#genshin impact#kaeya#venti#barbatos#sketch#2024 art#rissaito
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small town buzz
instagram | shop | commission info
#artists on tumblr#animated illustration#illustration#backgrounds#animated gifs#cozy rooms#background illustration#animation#myillust#hellooo! just wanted to share this artwork i made! this is totally fresh from the oven phew#ive always adored the idea of living/being in a low-density flat in a small town#it's such a niche thing LOL but i think about it a lot kfnjdndf#this is really more of a self-indulgent artwork i suppose#anyways!! i do hope you'll like it! :3 and i hope you'll have a lovely day/night ahead!
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he's so mean
#my art#twisted wonderland#twst#oc#twst oc#twst yuu#jamil viper#shiokawa mayu#jamimayu#jamil viper x yuu#yeah this was inspired by that miku trend#i think everyone should draw their yuus/ocs in vocaloid cosplay#jamil voice: what is a hatsune miku#does miku exist in twisted wonderland though#or maybe she goes by a different name like uh#hatsune magiku....#extremely self indulgent joke but mayus (secret) theme colour is mint/teal so i had to#girls when you take their leek#he took everything </3
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