#scroll of scribblings

[greasierscrolls]

Starting 2024 as I mean to go on, blorbing on the chromebook 😌

[kiwi]

anybody else feel that being human is like being a long-time syndicated cartoon character watching the world get more complex while your own design stays the same until youre incongruous with the reality around you??

[wouldntyoulichentoknow]

and now the "budget" consists of pocket lint if we can find it. but who's counting

[pinnithin]

guy who wears plate armor to the bar

[spaciebabie]

yall ever have days where ur head is just like

[alexchiselart]

The Dragon waits...

[myokk]

some really fast pen sketches

[rillils]

🌸 post-catws stucky + hug

The first tendril of want shocks him like a splash of ice-cold water poured down his spine.

Bucky doesn’t know at first – doesn’t know what, doesn’t know how. But the want is there, curled up in his chest: small, and starving, like some trembling newborn thing whose first taste of life is hunger, crying to be fed and soothed.

There’s a half-remembered feeling in the back of his mind, something he reaches for when the want aches sharp and spark-bright inside him. The word for it is short and sweet in Bucky’s mouth, so gentle it barely touches his tongue at all, all throat and soft palate: ‘hug’.

It’s a simple concept. Two arms go around one body – that’s all it takes. One step, and there it is: a hug. And Bucky imagines it vividly: his own mismatched arms around Steve, and Steve’s arms folding around him, like a circle – the shape of the infinite, of timeless things like the two of them. A line that should end, but constantly finds one more beginning instead.

He tries to see it, Steve’s broad chest brushing against his as their bodies meet, the swell of Steve’s arms enveloping him, Steve’s big palms splayed wide against his back, touching him. Gentle. Like Steve’s eyes on him are gentle; like the clasp of his hand on Bucky’s shoulder is gentle, always. So gentle, perhaps, that Bucky would hardly even feel the hug around him.

But he would take it, gentle or no. Because the truth, where it lies in the empty pit of his stomach, is that he starves for it, day after day, the want pulsing inside him with every beat of his heart. He just doesn’t know how to ask for it.

So Steve does the asking for him.

His hair is ruffled, limned with copper and wisps of gold in the late afternoon light, and his hands are unsure, nervous. But his eyes. His eyes take Bucky in, searching, urgent – and for a moment, Bucky is sure that Steve, too, must have been starving for this.

“Can I hug you?” he says, and the word sounds especially sweet when it’s Steve pronouncing it. When there’s a ‘you’ attached to it, and that one syllable becomes two, joined seamlessly together, and the new word rolls smooth and honeyed down the curl of Steve’s tongue, hug you, hug you, hug you. “Would that be okay?”

Bucky wets his lips. ‘Yes,’ he means to say, but the word that slips out of his mouth in a rasp instead says, “Please.”

So Steve gathers him close, two arms and one body and his nose buried in Bucky’s dark mop of hair, and he carves a snug space out of himself to make room for Bucky right there, his hands fisted in the back of Bucky’s shirt, their chests pressed so tight together that his heartbeat pounds behind Bucky’s ribs.

It’s not a passing touch, the fluttering echo of a hug Bucky feared he might barely feel. It’s persistent. It’s desperate. It’s a hungry little thing, a creature to be fed tenderly, steadily, so it’ll grow and live, and live.

He wraps his own arms around Steve, and grasps at him just as fiercely as his want commands, a wet exhale shuddering out of his lips to land in the crook of Steve’s neck.

He was wrong, he realizes now, framed in Steve’s embrace like a timeless work of art. He was missing a step.

A hug is a simple concept: two arms go around one body, and they hold on.

[zer0sh00]

What are you writing there, Pure Vanilla? 👀

[mitamicah]

Something for the Jure girlies (gn) inspired in big part by @hazzybat 's post (x) :3

[anininas]

Stupid doodles that were speficially catered towards myself 💛

[greasierscrolls]

Hey look, it's that guy

[fatherentropy]

the usual "learning how to draw argonians" again scribbles that happens every time I look at tES again but also I kinda just wanted excuses to draw lizardsss

[theribbajack]

Local Madgod wears the ugliest shirt known to daedra, more at 11

Much as I like the green vest look of Daggerfall!Sheogorath, I wanted to see how he looked in something closer to what Shivering!Sheo might wear. Alt color below the cut becase it was popular on Discord.

[pinnithin]

why does he sit like that

[lygry]

Playing Dawnguard be like:

Vampire lady!

Remarkable relics!

Cool new enemies and allies!

A lot of elves!

Epic beast fight!

...and angry superior.