#sleepyscribble

[ineed-to-sleep]

This mans got me in a chokehold ahahahaaa 🫠

don't tell him I said that

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #astarion #astarion bg3 #astarion ancunin #sleepyscribble #yk in hindsight it was probably a mistake to romance him in my first run #How am I supposed to romance other ppl in the next ones now 🫠

[stickpop]

Commission!

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[marley-splash]

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Kitties belong to @/sleepyscribbles (IG)

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[carumens]

Valba never pried into other people’s businesses, but she always ended up knowing about them either way, which was not surprising considering Romello was a buzzing hive of whispered truths and not-so-truthful whispers. 

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What was surprising, though, was that a ninety-nine percent of the times it wasn’t because she overheard that she knew about other people’s businesses, but because they themselves told her about them. Why anyone would think Valba Barsel was a good guardian of their secrets and even a remotely acceptable ear to let steam off, Mark didn’t know, but the fact was that they did. Like the Mayhams, when they confided their stupid secret about Gerah’s condition, or Mark himself, when he admitted to her what he hadn’t yet admitted to himself. Perhaps it was because even if Valba rarely showed any actual interest for what she was being told, she always listened. Perhaps it was because she was one of the few people in Romello that had been actually born there and not in the hospital 30 kilometers away, so her eyes where the color of the dry patches of sand on the main road and her skin had the same texture than the bark of the pine trees hovering over the border between the village and the forest, which, to Father Marks’ exasperation, for people who lived from and for the land was more important than any advice bestowed by a godsent. It could be, too, that since Valba’s family had committed every single action that could possibly lead anyone to the lowest ring of social degradation, people felt better when rambling their sins and misfortunes to her because it reminded them that, at least, there was someone worse than they were. It wasn’t that she didn’t judge, because she did, and severely at that, but whatever sentence she had casted upon anyone Valba told them straight on, no pity, no rage, just an opinion on a matter that seemed more trivial to her than the flight of a swallow.

So, Mark didn’t know why anyone would trust Valba, but he knew why he did.

“What did Senka want earlier?” Valba had asked, fingers still plucking the strings of her guitar absentmindedly, when Gerah’s eyelids had finally succumbed to the lull of her sung words. He didn’t look as out of place as Mark thought he would, probably because of the ragged clothes he had dressed himself with, but his dark hair still looked too shiny and his tanned skin too smooth against the rough fabric of Valba’s bedsheets.

Mark could have lied, but he didn’t because that would mean he cared, in the first place, and because trying to lie to Valba was pointless, in the second. “She wanted me to go have dinner tonight,” he said. “’Like the old times’, she said.”

“And why didn’t you go?” asked Valba.

“Because I don’t want to,” answered Mark.

Mark looked briefly to Claro, who was silently washing the dishes, because Mark appreciated him and was grateful for his loving attitude towards him, but Claro Barsel was still someone he didn’t feel any desire to open up to. Perhaps because he was a father; perhaps because he was Valba’s father; perhaps, simply, because he was not Valba.

“You know what I think?” said Valba, and Mark shrugged and picked at the dirt between his fingernails and then looked up at her, because he knew she wouldn’t say a thing until he was looking her straight in the eyes.

“What do you think?” asked Mark. He felt tired. It was not an unusual thing.

“I think you’re scared,” said Valba.

“That’s not true,” he said. It probably was.

That was how he had ended knocking at Tom’s door on Saturday evening, because Valba Barsel was not a liar and Mark Marks was not a coward, so something wasn’t summing up in the equation.

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#asldnljdaosf valba is a queen tbh #mark u confuse boi #what would u do without her #*san #wip: sunflowers at night #oc: mark marks #oc: valba barsel

[boudicus]

character aesthetic [ 1 / ? ]  ➸  Mira Dossinger

it had been a long time since she read, mira excused. she knew it was a lie the second she said it out loud - she could read the script wrapping her hands perfectly fine. fine was too good for these people. “fine” was a death sentence.

Her death sentence would just have to wait another couple years, she supposed. 

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[scriptuurient]

Fictober 2018 – October 1 

@fictober18 Prompt: “Can you feel this?” Original Fiction – WIP: Saorsa 

The fear hadn’t left entirely. It was merely dormant. He was a whirling mass of anxieties and paranoia, a riptide threatening to pull him out at any moment. It was dangerous not to worry – Now more than ever. The door was double-deadbolted, but he stared out the very vulnerable window and mused at how easily it would shatter.

Leith traced a finger over the sharp jut of his shoulder blade. His touch was far softer than the cheap motel sheets. They hadn’t needed to spend the night in this back-exit dump where they could pay by the hour, but Leith had insisted. He wanted everything to be authentic. He wanted this time to be real. Lock had grumbled that they could be plenty authentic in a place that didn’t look like the physical manifestation of bed bugs, but Leith had gotten his way. It was just so difficult for Lock to tell him no.

Leith paused while Lock rolled fully onto his stomach, then offered an easy smile as he snapped an eye open to look at him.

“Comfy?”

“You don’t need to stop.”

Leith laughed at him, but it was more gentle than mocking. He shifted closer and resumed the ghostly roaming of his fingers. It felt as though he was tracing freckles, painting new constellations on his skin.

“Today was fun.”

“We were driving for eight fuckin’ hours.” Lock couldn’t manage to keep any bitterness in his tone as he looked up at him.

“But I was with you.”

He almost buried his head in the mattress before he recalled his concerns about cleanliness. So he just let his eyes drift closed again, face warm.

The silence stretched between them, but never threatened to snap. It was comfortable. Lock was so unused to the quiet as a tool of affection – only as an undercurrent of the eighteen year argument he’d had with his grandmother. He let the world go hazy as he sank into the bed, basking in the cool air and the attention he’d so long been starved for.

“Can you feel this?” asked Leith at last, breaking back into his mind. He had changed the motion of his hand, tracing shapes with more of an intent.

Lock’s lips quirked up. “‘Course I can, mate.”

“What am I writing?”

It was a fun sort of game, then. He slowed his breathing and focussed on only the skin of his lower back. A single line, vertical. A pause. An L. A large circle. Leith made it halfway through the V before Lock rolled out from under his touch. Leith looked half frozen with guilt until Lock reached out to take the hand that was hovering in the still air.

It needed to remain unspoken. Neither of them knew how much time they had. But he pressed his lips to Leith’s hand regardless, a silent recognition of what they might have had.

tags: @avi-burton-writing @angelwriteblr @jellyfish-and-sadness @httpsaliva @a-deanskidgellwrites @sleepyscribbling @taohuawrites @teacup-universes @annemareads97 @gee-imatree @novelistcore @fs-daniels lmk if you want to be added or removed! 

#fictober18 #wip: saorsa #i kinda stopped loving this halfway through but maybe that's bc my mood dropped #anyway take this FLASH fiction #it should be longer jkhsdgds

[ao3feed-lotura]

regrets

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2IsViVL

by sleepyscribbles

there is a never-ending winter in his heart, and without her, the chill grows stronger until it swallows him whole

Words: 2029, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Allura (Voltron), Lotor (Voltron)

Relationships: Allura/Lotor (Voltron)

Additional Tags: this is how it should have gone, allura trying to at least save lotor, s6 of voltron? idk her, this is a fix it fic because the writers failed me, no i am not okay i'm still upset about lotura

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2IsViVL

#Lotura #Lotor x Allura #Allura #Lotor #ao3feed #fanfic

[theamazincactus]

I put off AP studying for this AAHAHHHHh

I swear I’m gonna post actual quality finished stuff soon! but for now, enjoy these random facts you probably didn’t need to know~

Tagging @omgelekemidget and @sleepyscribbler if you want! :D

#my art #about the artist #the cactus speaks

[lillofi]

sleepyscribbler---->bpdoolong

#:P i dont post art on here very much its mostly instagram #so yeah #anyways

[ineed-to-sleep]

Collection of memes with mostly my tav/astarion to keep myself sane

#I'm not even gonna ask if any of these have already been done the answer is probably yes fjckkckck #does not matter tho I llovve them <33 #bg3 #bg3 tav #astarion #baldur's gate 3 #tavstarion #sleepyscribble #oc.nawen #ship: narion

[ineed-to-sleep]

Collection of bg3 sketches I've been nibbling at over the month. teehee

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 fanart #astarion #karlach #shadowheart #gale dekarios #tav #orin the red #bg3 tav #oc.nawen #I'm soooo normal about these characters like so so normal not obsessed w them at all #still upset u can't sleep w orin tho #you can sleep w mizora but not w her??? I've never been so heartbroken #ALSO I've had to reject gale after astarion confesses his feelings and oh my god #he looked at me with the hugest roundest puppy dog eyes I've ever seen #I still feel bad abt it tbh #the image of him looking at me like that. burned into my mind #sleepyscribble

[ineed-to-sleep]

Watched this performance a while ago and couldn't stop thinking about Astarion and my tav in fancy little outfits doing a tango so. yeah

#was this just an excuse to draw them in cunty outfits?? nnooooooooo............ ofc not whho do you think I am #*says cunty outfits enthusiast mcgee* #bg3 #astarion #baldur's gate 3 #tavstarion #oc.nawen #ship: narion #sleepyscribble #and yes. astarion IS wearing the chanel boots. 👢

[ineed-to-sleep]

Commission for @garnering-grins of Tayla and Astarion ! 💕✌🏻

#bg3 #astarion ancunin #tav #tavstarion #astarion x tav #commissions #sleepyscribble

[ineed-to-sleep]

Made a whole ass piece of Astarion + my tav but I didn't like how the whole thing turned out 🫠 so I'm cropping and sharing the only part of it I'm happy with

#the lines on this man. they're scratching my brain just the right way #bg3 #astarion #astarion ancunin #baldur's gate 3 #sleepyscribble #oc.nawen #nawen didn't turn out the way I wanted her to tho 😭 tragedy of the century #but I'm tired of struggling w this I'm letting it rest #maybe I'll revisit the idea later w a different pose/composition #the idea was to have the two in some really lavish silky robes and jewelry living their best lives post game. bc they deserve it <3

[ineed-to-sleep]

Commission for @cannedmuffins of Astarion and their tav ! 💕✌🏻

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #astarion #tav #commissions #sleepyscribble

[ineed-to-sleep]

Commission for @waterdepths of Gale and Verin ! 💕✌🏻

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #tav #bg3 tav #commissions #sleepyscribble #q