#typing asmr

[neon-glowing-rainbow-stims]

💙⌨️ ~ Candy Keyboard ~ ⌨️💙 (artlordretry)

(Credit if you use🩷) (ko-fi)

[cavalierious-whim]

Typing ASMR Stream

For those who follow on twitter, you may have seen that I've been doing this a lot! Many people have expressed that they enjoy chilling and working alongside me, and listening to the music and occasionally chatting about writing! I'm streaming again tonight so come and hang out!

[shootwithheart]

This one is for the Sapphic Insomniacs.

I love you.

Go the fuck to sleep.

[bemusedlybespectacled]

Just because the poll about your generation and whether you can touch type reminded me that my way of typing is Extremely Weird And Incredibly Fast.

Like it does technically work but at what cost.

[storm--bound]

inspired by my last reblog

How much shit did Vincent give Sam for falling so hard and fast for Darlin? How did the phone calls go when Sam kept asking Vincent to babysit the new bloods? How many dog jokes were made everytime Vincent smelt the shifter on Sam after having to patch them up again?

[capitalisticveins]

Angel 🤝 Smartass

Literally everything

[polararts]

hi, it's totally cool if u don't but is there any way you could show like a full turn around video of the hobie keychain?

You're in luck! They arrived really really early so I have them!! I'll start sending them out as soon as I get the thank you cards (which might take a week+). It'll still be earlier than the estimated send out though. Reminder that preorder deals end on the 22nd! [Shop here]

[black-salt-cage]

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚

[froggytimemachineinternet]

Damn crew.

Huxley is the big one. The fur on him is soft

Gavins the one with the candy swirl

Damien is the tiny one with blue bowtie

Laskos the one with the red bowtie

Freelancers the one with the candy cane

Thanks for coming to my Ted talk

[soothifying-sounds-asmr]

Glass Keyboard - Typing & Tippy Taps by Vito ASMR

[romeo-the-homeo]

i need to know everything about porter solaire i hope he gets added to the timeline soon so i can read his entries like a bedtime story

[maxpaulll]

I know it's been a while so here's my Quinn design. He's a loser creepazoid and I despise him

[jahanmp4]

The literal verbal joust in the background while Etoiles is nodding along to the music doing his lil thing

[mars-mell]

Omnomnomnom

Slightly suggestive Gav under the cut🫶🩷❤️

🤭

[capitalisticveins]

What listeners and characters do yall see as chubby? I just wanna see smth

[running-tweezers]

Good Morning

A short Damien/Huxley ficlet that wouldn’t leave my head until I put it out into the world

(This is also my very first post on ao3 if you’d like to read it there)

Damien’s relationship with sleep had always been less than ideal.

Until now.

Damien’s relationship with sleep had always been less than ideal.

Even as a kid, he spent nights awake, under his comforter reading library books by flashlight, listening intently for his mom’s footsteps down the hallway. It was an escape, a time when he could be alone, with no eyes on him. No one around to expect anything of him. He could forget about that less than stellar mark on his history test and his mom’s disappointed glance, and just lose himself in a story. No stakes. No pressure. The night was his time.

He would eventually wake in the morning, with his book still in hand and the flashlight on the floor, with only the foggiest memories of drifting to sleep.

Growing into a teenager, that expectation started to cling to him, refusing to loosen its grip. It dug its claws into what was previously his only hours of peace. The quiet freedom of the darkness was traded for late night study sessions. The reading he did for his own joy was traded for dull textbooks, impenetrable blocks of information to brute force into his head. He had to. He had no other choice.

After those nights, he would startle awake at the sound of his alarm. His back and neck twisted into impossible painful positions, his head planted on the desk, with no recollection of when he finally gave out.

Nowadays, he wished he could say with confidence that those late nights were behind him. A good sleep schedule was important, and he knew that. But old habits die hard. The problem was never staying asleep. Once he was out, he stayed that way. The issue was falling asleep in the first place. It was still all too common for him to glance at his phone after hours of tossing and turning to see 3 AM staring back at him in the bright light.

He had tried everything. He diligently monitored his screen time before bed, and saw no improvement. Changing the temperature of the room did nothing, his core always kept him warm anyway. He wasn’t skilled enough at dreamwalking magic to do any good. Counting sheep was laughable. Breathing exercises proved useless. Taking melatonin worked alright for a while, but night after night he could feel the effectiveness waning. Earplugs, ASMR, chamomile tea, aromatherapy, there was nothing he wasn't willing to try. And nothing made a bit of difference.

Except one.

Huxley had no problems with sleep. Within minutes of his head hitting the pillow, he was out like a light. Sleeping like a rock. It would almost be funny if it didn’t make him so jealous. Falling asleep that quickly seemed unfathomable to him, but since moving in with Hux, he got to witness it every night.

But that wasn’t all he got.

Now he had Huxley’s arm draped over his waist. The soft sensation of skin pressed up against his back. The rise and fall of his chest. That quiet, rhythmic breathing had started to lull Damien closer to sleep without even trying. He sunk deeper and deeper under the gentle weight of that arm around him. When Hux pulled him closer, curling around him, it only pulled him further into drowsiness. Huxley’s lips absently brushing the top of his head was the final push over the edge into a peaceful night.

Now when he wakes he’s content and well rested, as he rolls over to see an already smiling face. The first thing he hears is that deep, sleepy morning voice that immediately fills him with more warmth than even his core can provide.

“Mornin’ Dames.”

And damn, did that ever make it a good morning.