#scribbles!

[scribe-of-the-moon]

Can you feel it, rotomblr user? Can you hear the voids above and below calling to you? Can you hear the celestial bodies calling to you? I hear them.

They tell me to eat my veggies :(

[sunnys-aesthetic]

Some cute lil icons/header made for both my twitch and TH! ^^

[never-enough-golden-kamuy]

A jar

Vasily x gn!reader Enjoy!

With his 180cm of pure height, even the highest shelves were no problem. Especially in Japan, where everything seemed to be unnaturally low to him (ESPECIALLY door frames). And that's why he watched with fascination a live documentary named "struggles of short people".

Or it could have been a matter of their astonishing stubbornness to stretch themself towards the desired jar for 10 minutes rather than go for some box, let alone a ladder. Surely, if it wasn't for the fact that the jar was made of glass, they would have knocked it off a long time ago with a nearby broom. Instead, they had to limit themself to merely brushing it with the very ends of fingertips.

From his seat, Vasily could see that the vessel was indeed approaching the rim, threatening to fall at any moment and kill them. It was this thought that activated the primal need to protect what was close to him and motivated him to move from his place.

[Y/N] just stopped unsuccessful attempts, finally ready to reach for anything to stand on. However, seeing Vasily walking towards them, hope shone in their eyes.

Russian looked at them softly, reached for the jar and without any problems moved it to the very back of the shelf. Having ensured the safety of his partner, he returned to his duties around the house without worries.

He wasn't sure exactly what they said in Japanese behind his back, but he was 90% sure it was "fuck you". Some phrases are interlingual.

[tazmiilly]

new taxonomic clade just dropped

[fesenmoon]

does everyone like my wizard idea

[mewmewdoppio]

He's trying okay.

[edgy-senju]

Episode 8 was so fun!

Also angel Pentious would absolutely complain that he misses his Eggs at least 10 times a day.

[Commissions open!]

[boyteal]

was having a minor crisis but this appeared in my head and it was so stupid it just snapped me right out of it

[eydilily]

🐌🐌🐌 BAM!

close up shot :3c

and a lil progression comparison

[asphodelles]

dark urge run so far’s pretty fun

[krembruleed]

astarion is cheating

[scribe-of-the-moon]

hi rotomblr, i have a question.

is it normal to be completely unable to sleep, even with sleep aids, pokemon moves, music, complete darkness, etc, after a stressful event?

is it normal to not feel tired after several days without sleep?

[phayz]

text conversation from my dream that i desperately wish was real

[never-enough-golden-kamuy]

Time for a break

Vasily x gn!reader studentAU fluffy fluff, but there is a bad word ~460 words

Enjoy!

Vasily zoomed out the drawing and leaned against the side of the bed with a sigh, examining the work critically. He reached for the tea next to him as if it were a glass of Scotch vodka, and he couldn't take this work anymore. At least not sober.

He paid in blood, sweat and sleepless night to get to this art school, but for now, screwing it all up was starting to appeal to him as convincingly as the third energy drink the night before deadline. The only thing that still kept him here was a passion he didn't believe in but more was trying to manipulate himself into. His artistic soul had long gone to the other side during the third consultation, when his idea was shitted from top to bottom by a Mr. Stick-up-his-ass still not understanding why his wife left him. The Russian was literally at his limit and if he hears one more time that-

An icy hand brushed his cheek, carefully avoiding the jagged edge of the scar, ran its fingertips over his temple and tuckled his untamed hair behind his ear. Vasily twitched nervously at the unexpected touch and quickly leaned into the caress, feeling the touch loosen the tense muscles of his neck.

“Control + s, Vasily. Control + s."

His eyes shoot open as he rushed to the tablet to quickly save his work. When was the last time he did that? How long has he been working? How much progress was he risking just a moment ago? Resigned, he returned to his seat and turned to the figure wrapped in a blanket, watching him at work. For long minutes he wandered over the familiar face, looking for meaning and motivation to get back to work, but he couldn't find anything. They couldn't do it for him either. If it was possible, they would have done it long ago. All they could do at the moment was support him, and so far they were doing great.

The artist turned off the tablet, once again making sure the work was saved, and tore the glove from his hand. He struggled to his feet from the floor and climbed onto the bed, crawling under the blanket, which was lifted in the form of an invitation. He was immediately enveloped by the overwhelming warmth and smell of [Y/N]. Vasily tuckled his head under their chin and wrapped his arms tightly around their waist. He closed his eyes, wondering if anything else was missing for his happiness and after a while he blindly located their arm. He ran his fingers along the arm, over the elbow and forearm, until he found their hand. He squeezed it lightly and placed it in his own hair.

More pets please.

[tazmiilly]

[bonipops]

hatsune mexiku!!! 🇲🇽