#how to fall back asleep

[cryptidclownz]

them and their shit❤️

[indecisive-dizzy]

thinking about Snowdin losing power during a storm and the whole town hunkering down at Grillby's.

Grillby can still cook n such so he's making everyone hot chocolate, and tea that the shopkeeper brought. as well as hot food like the usual burgers n fries. (all free of charge!)

everyone brought blankets and Grillby's moved the tables against the walls to make room for a giant blanket nest so the townsfolk can bundle up together. Grillby's also heating the blankets and when he's not making food or drink he's actually sitting in the middle of the blanket nest.

Papyrus is helping pass things out, and is reassuring everyone that it'll be ok. If anyone needs something from outside Papyrus gets it bc he can't feel temperature so it's safer than the other's going out. sans fell asleep,, somewhere? no one knows where he is exactly just that he's Somewhere and Sleeping (he's behind the bar, Grillby finds him in the morning)

The shopkeeper brought cinnamonbuns(?) and tea like I mentioned, the inn keeper brought extra pillows and blankets. the dogs are offering warmth via cuddles. The librarian brought books and board games. everyone brought a little something!

It's a tad cramped inside but the townsfolk don't really mind. they're having a good time! it's warm, there's warm food and drink, lotta laughs and good conversation! community bonding at it's finest

the whole town falls asleep in one big pile on the blanket nest (minus the skelebros, for different reasons). it probably wasn't intentional but it's what happened anyway. grillby is still in the center surrounded by the k-9 unit, he will wake up Covered in dog hair lol. Papyrus occupies himself w board games, crosswords, etc, and sans remains asleep.

this all kickstarts a new community event/tradition where the whole town gathers at Grillby's together in a similar fashion every other month or so. oh it needs a name,, anyone got any ideas?

[somegrumpynerd]

Killer's nightmare

He has many, but the one he has most often is of coming out of stage 3 and finding he's killed his new family too alone again. Or maybe worse, that he'll never quite be without someone from his past.

Luckily, it is just a nightmare, and he has a different Nightmare he can see to help him calm down.

[shorthaltsjester]

having thoughts and feelings about perc’ahlia and their could-be-but-would-never-allow-the-other-to-destroy-themselves-enough-to-actually-become-the-briarwoods parallel/foilism. particularly with vex and delilah and potential places this season might go but also just vex’s “it’s like i’m a bad omen” and the fact that like. vex has full awareness of her feelings for percy and alludes to them to him. but then after she has sex with him it is so so compelling to me that vex is like. this is all i can have with him and i’ll take just this even if maybe it’s flying too close to the sun. and something something the shot of delilah embracing sylas after she’s brought him back, looking over his shoulder into a mirror where it looks like she isn’t holding anything at all and just . god. the like oppositional threads of delilah refusing to lose sylas and holding on tight at any cost and vex holding herself so far from percy to deny the pain that would come with losing/hurting him and the like. venn diagram cross over of something is lost anyway.

[untitled-tmnt-blog]

I absolutely HAD to draw something for @phoebepheebsphibs's DTIYS (based on this pose)! I decided to mix things up a bit by experimenting with a more limited color palette, which was a pretty fun challenge.

[missmouse43]

My absolute favourite things about this scene:

- Kiara noticing JJ becoming overwhelmed and immediately walking over to check on him

- JJ trying to smile for her like she says but when he looks her in the eyes he’s comfortable showing her his vulnerability in that moment

- Kiara reassuring him that they’ll always be the same pogues and that the money won’t change who they are as people.

- JJ smiling and tilting his head at her like that and Kiara MIRRORING THAT SAME BEHAVIOUR.

- The lack of personal space between them.

-The unblinking eye contact.

- Everything! Just everything! This is already perfect and it’s only the first 9 minutes!! How am I going to survive 10 episodes of this?!???!!!!

[royalarchivist]

Pac: Take care of Ramon, take care of Richas, ok? See you on the other side, big boy.

Fit: [Laughs] Take it easy, big boy. Take it easy, big boy. Actually, nononono– You can't just say "big boy" and then just expect me to not drag you outta here. [Fit tries to lasso Pac] You're coming with me.

Pac: No, I need to leave!

Fit: You're coming with me. You are not dying today! You are not dying today!

Pac: I need to leave, Fit! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

Ironmouse: Are you guys like, having sexy time?

Fit: There's homosexual activity going on Mouse, don't worry about us, ok?

Ironmouse: You guys, we don't have time to be gay right now.

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Pac: I'm just here to say goodbye to you, Fit.

Fit: Goodbye? We're not– we're gonna be fine, we're going to get out of here, don't worry.

Aypierre: Yeah, don't worry!

Pac: I know, but like– I will sleep until the end, you know? I will pass through this moment sleeping, man. I won't be able to be awake for the moment.

Fit: [Laughs] You know, it's– I mean, if that's how you wanna go, but– I mean, that- I mean, isn't that bed kind of like.... I don't know, it's–

Pac: No no, I will be staying on the sofa, you know, I will be staying on the sofa.

Fit: Oh the sofa. Ok, that's a nice sofa! Yeah, that is a pretty nice sofa.

Pac: Yeah, it's a nice sofa right? No, yeah– I'm going to stay on the sofa, you know? So, since I will be going Fit... [Pac starts tossing Fit all his items]

Aypierre: [Not paying attention to their conversation] Is that bigger cell? I don't think it's a bigger- biggest one.

Fit: Oh... Thank you Pac, thank you.

Pac: Everything you need to survive, ok?

Fit: Wow.

Aypierre: Wow.

Pac: And if you need this one also, maybe, who knows? [Throws him more items]

Fit: Ohhh, well hey– just take this to remember me by, ok? [Tosses him a photo of himself – the same one Aypierre was carrying all day yesterday]

Pac: [Laughs] Ok, I will sleep holding the picture you know, like this. You know, I will dream about you, Fit. And I hope this is gonna be good dreams. I see you in the other side. Good luck, my friend.

Fit: The other side... Yeah, you know, yeah, we– we– you know? It's been an honor, Pac. It's been an honor, you know?

Pac: Yeah, for me too, you know? Take care of Ramon, take care of Richas, ok?

Fit: Ok.

Pac: See you on the other side, big boy.

Fit: I will sing your praise– Oh yeah, hey– [Laughs] Take it easy, big boy. Take it easy, big boy. Actually, nononono– You can't just say "big boy" and then just expect me to not drag you outta here. You're coming with me.

Pac: No, I need to leave!

Fit: You're coming with me. You are not dying today! You are not dying today!

Pac: I need to leave, Fit! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

Fit: Sorry, there's–

Pac: I'm sorry!

Ironmouse: Are you guys like, having sexy time?

Fit: There's homosexual activity going on Mouse, don't worry about us, ok?

Ironmouse: You guys, you guys– we don't have time to be gay right now, come on. There's no time.

Pac: No, there's no time! Oh, goodbye Fit...

Fit: Ok, c'mon, no no no, come on, we got this we got this!

Pac: Goodbye Fit, I'm sorry!

Fit: [Laughs] Oh no...

[jadewritesficshere]

Winter slumber

Steve Harrington x reader

Contents: just fluff, mentions of wintertime (I totally didn't start to write this in November shhh)

Steve shivered as he tried to open the front door, arms full of groceries. The snow covering the ground had fallen overnight and showed no sign of stopping. The store was full of people stocking up last minute, including himself.

Thankfully, Steve is prepared most of the time, and there were canned goods aplenty. But he almost had to take down an old lady for a loaf of bread.

"Honey, I'm home," Steve calls as he stomps his feet, letting the snow fall off in clusters on the rug. Steve frowns when there is no response, calling out,"I said 'Honey, I'm home'?"

Steve taps his feet a couple of more times, before giving up. He'll wipe the floor with a towel, he's gonna leave tracks in either way. He's more concerned with setting the groceries down before the bags rip or his arms do.

You aren't in the kitchen when he deposits the groceries on the table. You don't come into the kitchen when he is putting everything away. You don't greet him at all as he takes his shoes off and wipes the floor of any stray snow and wet footprints.

Steve peeks into the living room and frowns, his brow becoming furrowed. You aren't sitting under the crocheted blanket Mrs. Henderson gave him. Which is where he had left you. Steve puts his hands on his hips and looks around.

There is no sign of life in the living room at all. For a split second, the terrible thought he has entered the Twilight Zone and doesn't live with his partner occurs. He scowls and bats the thought away, he should never have let you and Eddie have a marathon of that show.

Steve can't help the frown spreading across his face. He had wanted to see you smiling at him. Maybe have you jump up and give him a kiss. Warm him up a bit from the chill outside.

Steve shakes his head, groaning as his hair falls in his eyes. Stupid snow melting and getting his hair wet. His hair falling makes him realize his clothes are wet and he is cold.

Steve shrugs his winter coat off, hanging it on the hook. It falls off, the heft of the winter coat too much to stay on a small iron piece. Steve tilts his head back in frustration exhaling slowly. He unties his boots, grumbling lightly to himself as he tosses them on the towel to dry and picks up his coat.

Steve cautiously puts the coat back on the hook, hands hovering to make sure it doesn't fall. When it stays put, he sighs in relief. He takes two steps towards the stairs when he hears the coat hit the ground. He sighs again. It'll be there when he gets back, after he puts on some dry clothes.

Steve pads up the stairs, frustration simmering under his skin. Stupid coat. Stupid snow. He throws the door open to the bedroom an-

Oh.

You're like a vision. A soft respite from a long days work. You're simply sitting in bed, covers pulled up around you, thumbing through a magazine.

Your smile is dazzling as you beam at him. Steve can feel his heart stutter before beating faster. He wants you to always look at him like that. Full of love and adoration and joy at being with the person you love.

"Hey! When did you get back?" You ask, starting to pull the covers back. "No, stay warm," Steve walks quickly to your side of the bed. He kisses your forehead, smiles at you, then kisses you on the lips.

You grin up at him, hand running up and down his arm," Hi." Steve cups your cheek with a hand," What are you doing in bed, hm?" "Got cold and tired. Perfect solution, blankets and a nap."

Steve nods a few times before stretching his arms above his head. He doesn't miss your eyes darting to the stretch of stomach that becomes visible as his hem lifts up. "That sounds good." He says, going to the dresser to get out of his cold jeans.

Steve shoves his jeans down, scoffing and rolling his eyes with a smile at the whistle you let out at the sight of his boxer brief clad ass. He quickly puts on his plaid pajama pants you bought (you have a matching pair that he hopes you are currently wearing). It is cold in the house, he realizes as he heads back to the bed. He wonders how much the electric bill will go up if he increases the heat. He hates to think you were sitting cold without him to warm you up.

Steve slides under the blankets. He barely has laid down before you're curling into him. Steve can't help the smile spreading across his face as he lifts his arm and wraps it around you. Your head rests against his chest, one of your hands coming to rest against his stomach under his shirt.

Steve sighs contentedly as he closes his eyes. He can feel the tension in his shoulders start to release as he relaxes into the bed. "I love you," Steve whispers into the stillness. "I love you more," You whisper back. "That's impossible-" "You're impossible!" You poke his side lightly before mumbling," I love you," again.

Steve smiles as he starts to fall asleep. Lying here with you? He wants that peace for the rest of his life. Wants to find a way to carve out his chest and hide you inside it forever. But for now, he'll take this moment with you.

[kit-screams-into-the-future]

I think your weredoc au could save my life. thank you for what you brought to this world, we needed it

gbjkgjg im happy you liked it enough to think so! i haven't worked on part two of the most recent weredoc comic in eons maybe i'll dust it off

just for you here's a little comic thing. ouppy

[kvarf0rth]

is considering jacking off to be a sport one of the COVID symptoms

Art creds:

wp_38_mayonezx (on Twitter)

vv3spa (on Twitter)

karonnnnn02 (here on tumblr)

[roboyomo]

i can't even remember the last time i've held you in my arms like this.

[zehl0w]

Happy birthday my baby boy my present to you is my first ever fully finished comic

[mod2amaryllis]

ok my perfect funny angel That was a rough one

[somegrumpynerd]

It was one of the rare nights that Nightmare decided to actually retire to his room for the night. He didn't need sleep, with enough flow of negativity he could easily survive without it, but sometimes it was nice to just lay down and rest.

He had a dream. They were rare too, if only because he slept so infrequently, but this particular one was common for him when he did. It was about killing Dream. The ongoing war between them was constant on his mind, so it made sense it would invade his unwaking hours as well. In it, he finally managed to crush the life from his twin, in the process gaining unwavering control over the entire multiverse as he watched the other's eyelights dim.

He sat up in his bed.

He was panting. His tendrils, slowly reforming from behind him, were trembling as they hung uncertainly in the air. He realised slowly as he returned to reality that he was gripping the sheets tightly with both hands.

Panic was an emotion Nightmare had rarely been on the other side of for centuries. It took him a few long moments to even identify it from within his own soul, rotten and imprisoned under the corruption. It took him even longer to identify the part of him that he had long assumed dead, which was crying out for nothing more than to cling to his brother for comfort.

For the first time in hundreds of years, Nightmare wasn't sure what he wanted anymore.

[feral-ferengi]

Wish i was the spliff 🚬 so i could be close to your lips

[em1e]

suguru geto who has ur bedtime routine down to a science