#asmr ideas

[wutheringskies]

crying because what would I not give up to hear donghua LWJ voice actor read out the Lan rules with Wei Ying interrupting after every third one with rants on why they are meaningless and LWJ doing the chuckle-huff laugh he does; that fond, exasperated one, as he shoots down Wei Ying's argument in minimum words; or "Mn's" when a particularly interesting point comes out; and says "Wei Ying," in a soft, reprimanding tone when thr conversation drifts to... "er-gege, between duty to one's spouse and impropreity which one should be placed first? in fact, why don't you show me, what you would place first mnn?"

#idk why this is so specific #wangxian #lan zhan #lan wangji #his voice #gusu lan #sect rules #asmr ideas #someone write this #wei wuxian #wei ying #my favourite gremlin

[ionlytalktodogs]

ASMR video ideas:

-Philosophy ASMR. I just talk about the meaning of life for a while.

-Bitching ASMR. I complain about my day.

-Beating you up ASMR. Self explanatory.

-Monster High ASMR. Talking about my dolls, brushing their hair, tapping them, etc.

-Weird little dog ASMR. Just a collection of my weird little dog eating, licking his paws, getting scratched, etc.

-Rambling ASMR. I tell you about my special interest.

-Mobility aid ASMR. Compilation of cane clicking, wheelchair scratching, etc.

-Eating inedible objects ASMR. Self explanatory.

-Crying exactly one tear at a time ASMR. It’s my only talent.

-I do different things with each of my hands and you have to guess what my handedness is ASMR.

#I wish I could make ASMR #ASMR #Monster High #disabled #disability #mobility aid #wheelchair #wheelchair user #cane user #ASMR ideas

[diycraftsnmore]

#asmr relax #asmr #oddly satisfying #diy #tutorial #do it yourself #tutorials #crafts #diy ideas #diy projects #easy diy #origami #video tutorial #craft #diy videos

[panoffrying]

Leshy feels his brothers face.

I always imagined that without Leshys crown he is fully blind but he has a good sense of smell based on what we learn from when he’s turned into a follower. I imagine at some point the bishops will learn to be a family again (not the best but they are working on it) and Leshy wants to feel Narinders face to get an idea because it’s been a while. This is my gf @7moonbird idea

extra:

#Perfection was not my goal when making this #i feed you #Leshy asmr #moonbirds ideas #cult of the lamb #cotl #cotl leshy #cotl narinder #cult of lamb narinder #cult of the lamb leshy #my art #the shattered crown au #cotl headcanons #my headcanons

[i-need-a-real-username]

#can you guess that i'm trying to sleep right now and the idea of making a poll just popped into my head #anyway #poll #my polls #asmr #music #background noise #podcast

[rainingcatsandjune]

commission for my dear friend @nicnebula with her + sam (inspired by the valenweek audio RHAHSFSHDJHDSJDG) I LOVE DRAWING THEM TOGETHER RAHHSHDSHG

eehfshehhshes sam is getting me to draw so much more consistently MY MOTIVATION IS THROUGH THE ROOOOFFFFF

once again thank you for all your support on my silly silly drawings I SEE EVERY ONE OF YOUR REBLOGS AND COMMENTS AND IT WARMS MY HEART SO MUCH EVEN IF I DONT REPLY JUST KNOW THAT HAFJSKGDKJGHG

#redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted sam #sam collins #redacted asmr #my art #I REALLY TRIED TO MAKE IT SOFT #I HOPE THAT SHOWS THROUGH #commission #im so happy this hyperfixation is lasting more than a week #I GOT SO MANY DRAWING IDEAS FGHDFGKJDGKDFJGD #btw i love nic very much thank you for introducing me to this ILY #im so attached to these characters #ALSO YEAH PLS BE AWARE THAT THIS IS INSPIRED BY HER IRL SELF SO dont be weird

[palilious]

Sunshine has been trapped in that basement for 767 days

#just the idea that Sunshine thinks that Elliott straight up doesnt remember them #and suddenly he's here again #it would be very sucky for both of them #also lil art note #the chasm is tinted teal because its blake's magic keeping them apart #i think im sneaky #i miss this storyline #its just the lil itty bitty stories that give me the most creative inspo #aughhhhhhh #oc #art #originalcharacter #originalartwork #sketch #character design #redacted asmr #redactedasmr #redacted audio #redactedaudio #comic #redacted elliott #redacted sunshine #redacted balance #pali draws redacted

[die-rosastrasse]

my friend gifted me the cutest handmade tea with mesmerizing glitter 💖

#tea #tea time #gif #glitter #olga's diary #gift ideas #Cottagecore #Fairycore #tea drinker #porcelain #asmr #satisfying

[heartsofhounds]

Oooo more sketches of our big bad alpha with a big bad attitude? Yes yes yes yes-

#*wakes up at 1pm* #hmmmmmm zzz #y’all were right I am also obsessed with the hair up look #I really liked the idea someone had of David wearing Gabes dog tags #if u know who I’m talking about pls tag em I love the idea #I promise I am also working on Milo #fen art #fen redacted art #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted david #david shaw #redacted fanart

[6-atlas-6]

Redacted tweets again!

(Does anybody want more of these? Probably not, but I'm making them anyways.)

#I misspelled some shit 😭 #also the hush design was drawn by me if you haven't seen it already #i'm running out of ideas #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted freelancer #redacted doc #redacted hush #redacted starlight #redacted avior #redacted sweetheart #redacted lasko moore #redacted lasko #redacted gavin #redacted aaron #redacted blake #redacted david shaw #redacted david #redacted tanker #redacted tank #redacted darlin #redacted milo greer #redacted milo #redacted elliott #redacted lovely #redacted vincent #redacted guy #redacted honey #redacted tweets

[copsecore]

sam getting darlin’ to lie down after a long day and massaging the scars on their back with ointment coz they can’t reach them while they silently wonder how they got so lucky.

anyone?

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted sam #redacted darlin’ #fluff ideas

[mariegreen-2000]

A meme of CatNap that I made for the poppy playtime discord server 

#smiling critters poppy playtime #poppy playtime #smiling critters #catnap #cat nap #poppy playtime catnap #poppy playtime chapter 3 #meme #edit #poppy playtime meme #for contact #someone in a discord server #made a joke about catnap doing ASMR #and I had an idea

[writer-room]

Its been five whole years between the two Oxenfree games, and people noticed.

Alex watched Riley’s life, she saw the time pass in the past, present, and future. Olivia, Charlie, and Violet all had to hear about these rumors, be lured, because all of the first Oxenfree had already happened. Alex and her friends are tired. Most of all, if you tune into the radio at a certain time, there will be a man on that radio, and he will be speaking in dedication to his nephew. A nephew named Ren.

It’s been five years. What do their families think happened? That they’re dead? Were there no searches? What did Ren’s sisters think, on that island that one of them worked on, that swallowed up their brother? Nona’s parents? Clarissa’s family? What about Alex and Jonas’ parents? How could they possibly handle that, their children finally meeting for the first time, trying to make it all work---and then they’re gone. Did they even stay together after that?

Riley and Jacob lived in a world where five kids went missing on Edwards Island. A world where there were no answers to what happened. As soon as they stepped off that boat, they were erased from existence itself. A world where four families clawed for hope and never got it back.

That world doesn’t exist anymore. But for five years, it was real. One has to wonder if grief can transcend dimensions.

#oxenfree #oxenfree 2 #oxenfree 2 lost signals #oxenfree lost signals #headcanons #thoughts #ideas #text post #alex oxenfree #ren oxenfree #jonas oxenfree #nona oxenfree #clarissa oxenfree #edwards island #timelines #I JUST. I JUST THINK #also no i dont remember the place or the time rens uncle was on the radio #but he was on the radio. it sounded kinda like asmr? #it was closer to the beginning of the game #i dont remember what he was talking abuot. but i know it was to dedicate ren. i remember that much #five years have passed #commonly it takes 7 years before missing people are declared dead #do you think their families waited that long. do you think some already gave up. #five teenagers sneak out to an island to drink & party and are never seen again #it sounds like your average everyday horror story. or a tale to warn others. or a cheap ghostly rumor. but it happened #and their parents might blink one day. theyll look at their child before them & wonder why they feel relieved. as if there had been #something missing

[ejunkiet]

can I come home to you?

i've had porter brain rot this week, and I wanted to explore Porter developing feelings for his new lover. >:3

redacted porter/treasure, rated teen.

cw: messy emotions, blood drinking, it's vampires okay.

“I like the glimpses I've seen of you, the real you. And I want to know more.” He holds their gaze for a long moment, an intensity there that steals their breath away, before he finally breaks the contact and looks away. “I’m not sure you’d like what you find.”

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can I come home to you?

“What do you see when you look at me?”

His voice is a low murmur, barely audible over the sound of the water, the glide of his hand along the skin of their naked back. They’ve been soaking together long enough in the deep seated bathtub that they run the risk of the water growing cold, but neither of them make any move to leave, lingering in the warmth of their shared body heat.

They can hear the slow, steady beat of his heartbeat through his chest, a familiar rhythm, reverberating against their cheek. It had surprised them to feel it that first night, the thrum of it beating beneath their palm through the silk blend of his shirt.

Expecting something else? His silver eyes had glinted as he asked the question, a sharp smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Don’t believe everything you read, my dear.

A lot of time has passed since then, and they know better. Vampires weren’t like the stories.

“Why do you ask?” They say instead of answering his question, twisting in his arms until they can meet his gaze. The water swirls around them, the cooler currents sending a chill across their skin, but they don’t mind it, watching him as they settle against the otherside of the tub.

“It’s just a question. Call it… curiousity.” He watches them back, a smile curling up the corners of his mouth. They can’t help the way their eyes are caught on the soft plush of his lower lip. “It’s been a while since I’ve had an arrangement like this. Indulge me.”

When he speaks, they can see the sharpness of his teeth.

It’s a symptom of the hunger. His eyes are darker than usual too, and they can see flecks of crimson in the halo of his iris, stark against the winter storm harboured there.

He hasn't fed from them yet. He’d hesitated when they’d opened the door to their apartment, the dark, sleek lines of his dinner jacket blending in with the shadows of the hall, his eyes sharp as he took them in, head to foot. They could feel every inch of their exhaustion as if it were a weight, dragging at their body. He could sense it too.

At their invitation, he’d crossed the threshold and taken them into his arms. You look exhausted. Let me take care of you.

And true to his word, he had.

“I see a beautiful man with striking eyes and a sharp smile. Intelligent. Charming. Devious.” He tips his head in acknowledgment, a smile curling his lips, pleased. “You know what you want, and aren’t afraid to ask for it. And I think that most of the time... you get it.”

His smile widens, an amused glint in the silver of his eye. “You wouldn’t be wrong.”

They return his grin, resting their arms against the side of the tub and tilting their head, considering him from under their lashes. “I… also think there is more to you than meets the eye. You hide behind your charm, but you’re not as slick as you think you are.”

Slowly, carefully, they shift in the water, drawing closer until they’re crouched between his legs, the subtle contact of skin on skin sending a thrill through them. His eyes don't leave theirs, dark pools so deep they could drown in them.

“I like the glimpses I've seen of you, the real you. And I want to know more.”

He holds their gaze for a long moment, an intensity there that steals their breath away, before he finally breaks the contact and looks away.

His voice is soft when he does speak again. “I’m not sure you’d like what you find.”

“I think I can be the judge of that.”

Reaching up, they cup their hand to his face, letting their thumb trace the soft curve of his cheek until he turns back to face them. He parts his lips, his eyes dark, the heavy weight of his pupils swallowing the iris, and he looks - hungry. On the edge of his control.

“You don’t scare me. And I want to help.” They offer him a soft smile, before they press the base of their thumb to the sharp point of his canine, applying pressure until it slices through.

A soft, broken sound escapes him as the blood reaches his tongue, before his mouth seals over the wound, sucking hard. His tongue laps at their skin, and they feel the edge of his teeth, before he reaches up to grip their wrist, his grip tight, but not tight enough to hurt.

Slowly, but firmly, he draws their hand back, the red of their blood staining his lips. Holding their gaze, he tilts his head to press a kiss against their thumb. Their skin tingles like pins and needles, before flooding with a rush of warmth. When he draws back, the cut is gone.

“You really are sweet,” he says as he lowers their hand, adjusting his grip until it’s clasped between them. His palms are soft, warm to the touch. “But you don’t need to do that.”

Their heartbeat skips inside their chest. “But you’re hungry.”

“I am.” When he meets their gaze again, his eyes are black as pitch, none of the iris remaining. His voice is soft, removed of inflection, and it’s hard to read his expression like this, caught in the dark well of his gaze. “But I didn’t come here for this.”

They’re not sure they believe him. It’s not as if they minded, either way. Their blood is a gift they offer to him freely. But… there’s a tension in him now, tightening the line of his jaw, and they realise that maybe they’d crossed a line, overstepped a boundary.

They take their hand back as that thought sits in their gut, the guilt a sudden, heavy thing pooling like lead in the pit of their stomach. “I’m sorry. I should have asked first-”

“None of that,” He cuts them off with a shake of his head, the dark strands of his hair curling around his face. “You did nothing wrong. Look at me, treasure.”

He waits until they do, his dark eyes steady on theirs, but not unkind.

“You’re kind, and generous. Perhaps… too generous.” He releases a soft breath, a smile curling up the corners of his mouth. “But that isn’t a bad thing.”

He holds out a hand, and after a moment, they take it, letting him draw them back towards him, lifting their hand until he can press a soft kiss against their palm. His eyes are silver when he meets their gaze again, the animal within contained, for now.

“You don’t need to worry about me. I’m older than I look. I can control my hunger. And this…” he brushes his lips against their knuckles, “...will be enough for tonight.”

He lowers their hand gently into the water and lays back against the edge of the tub. With a twist of his wrist, the water heats again, the steam curling around them like a soft caress.

“Stay here with me a little while longer.”

–

They’re not sure how long they spend together like that, warm skin on skin, touching, talking. At some point, they must fall asleep, as they wake to find themself in his arms as he carries them to their room, dressed in fresh pyjamas and the nape of their neck still damp.

From the flash of the night outside that’s just starting to lighten, clouds stained a reddish pink, the prelude of a new day. The sight of it sends a flicker of panic ricocheting through their chest, and they twist in his arms, fingers clutching at the front of his shirt. “Porter… the sky…”

He hums as he glances down at them, before following their eyeline to the window, smiling at the first signs of the encroaching dawn. “It won’t take me long to reach my lodgings. The sun won't be able to touch me. Don’t you fear, love.”

Love. Their heart skips a beat inside their chest at the way he says it, soft, as if he didn’t even notice himself saying the word as he carries them through their apartment

He places them gently on the bed, tugging their blankets up around them, and not for the first time, they want to ask him to stay the night, take shelter with them through the day, let this be more.

They swallow down the urge and instead say, “I’m glad you came.”

He pauses beside the window, lowering his hands from where he’d been lowering the blinds, a smile flickering across his features in the dim light, softer than they think they’ve seen from him before. “I am too.”

He watches them for another long moment, before he steps back from the window and turns towards the door. “Sleep well, treasure.”

A flicker of movement, and then he’s gone.

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted porter #ej writes redacted #I wanted this out before the new audio skskks #this is not my ideal posting time #and I also had a Lot of Thoughts #which resulted in a lot of different ideas in this #so likely some edits later as well #but ENJOY #writing

[justsomeimbicel]

Porter seems awfully kind to the Shaw pack. (especially Darlin)

Like at Sam's and Darlin's place the first thing he did was compliment Darlin's appearance.

And when Darlin told him to watch his tone when talking to Sam he listened and apologized.

And then he gave Sweetheart information about the Bennett clan's ties to closeknit. It could have been him just wanting to see closeknit burn but he was still very polite to the pack.

Should I be curious or scared?

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted darlin #redacted sam #redacted shaw pack #redacted shifters #redacted porter #redacted werewolves #redacted monarchal summit #redacted asher #redacted david #redacted milo #redacted sweetheart #I don't know why but if Porter turns out to be an okay guy I want him and Darlin to be friends #He seems like a great person to talk shit and gossip with #They would be the bark and the bite #Porter being the bark and Darlin being the bite #I'm actually really loving this idea #It would be so funny

[capitalisticveins]

Y’all ever wondered what happened to Vincent’s friends after the Surge incident? He was the only passenger who’s body was never recovered, and he was never accounted for after. They must’ve been looking until they literally couldn’t anymore

#had a fic idea where they’re having fun in the giftshop until they see smoke and people running out the entrance #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted vincent