#sleepy boys are my favorite boys

[nyoomfruits]

uh so i wrote some post bahrain gp lestappen fluff to soothe the aches of charles's dnf ;-;

Charles wakes up when he feels the bed dip beside him, and as he blearily opens his eyes he can see only just make out the shape of Max trying to quietly get under the covers in the still pitch black room.

“Hi,” he mumbles, voice rough with sleep, as he turns onto his side to face Max, who startles a little.

“Oh,” He says, as he settles under the blankets and turns to look at Charles. “I thought you were asleep.”

“I was,” Charles says, reaching forward to place his hand on the side of Max’s face, swiping his thumb across his cheekbone. “How was the party?”

“Fun,” Max says, with a little shrug. “Missed you, though,” he says, scooting closer so his knees knock against Charles’s.

Charles hisses. “Fuck, you’re cold,” he says, but he doesn’t move his legs.

“How was your night?” Max asks, voice soft.

Charles can’t help but snort. “Much less of a party, as you can imagine.” Max opens his mouth to say something but Charles moves his hand, pressing his thumb against Max’s lips. “Shh, not a word. I don’t want to talk about it. It’s only the first race. There will be others.” It’s what he’s been telling himself all night. He’s hoping that if he just repeats it enough, at some point he’ll start believing it. That he’ll start believing that this is not just going to be a repeat of last year.

Max stares at him for a really long time, and then seemingly decides to drop it, opting for playfully nipping at Charles’s thumb instead. Charles laughs, and pulls his hand back, settling it on the matrass in front of him. Max reaches over to catch it, but then his cold hands touch Charles’s chest and Charles yelps, launching himself to the other side of the bed, Max laughing as he chases after him.

In the end, after a serious tussle across the sheets, Charles ends up flat on his back, Max hovering over him, having his wrists pinned to the bed as he practically sits in Charles’s lap.

“All right, all right,” Charles says, between laughs, “You win.”

Max smiles, clearly delighted, and leans down to kiss Charles, soft and gentle, before pulling back ever so slightly, their noses still brushing together. “I’m still proud of you, for the race you had. It sucked you didn’t get to be on that podium with us, but you will be, next race.”

And that is the beauty of Max, Charles thinks. It’s not a ‘if Ferrari fixes their issues’ or ‘if your engine doesn’t crap out’. There are no if’s, with Max. Only the unrelenting believe in Charles and Charles’s ability to get the best out of whatever car they put him in.

Charles says nothing, just smiles at him, soft and tender, and presses a kiss to the tip of Max’s nose, which Max frowns at. “Ugh, you know I hate that feeling,” Max says, as he rolls off Charles and flops down next to him.

Charles rolls over to, so he’s on his stomach, arm slung over Max’s chest, head resting on his shoulder. “I know,” Charles says, and then, when Max grumbles at him, “I love you.”

“Yeah, yeah, love you too,” Max says, feigning annoyance, but the kiss he presses to Charles’s forehead is undeniably fond. “Now, sleep.”

“Yeah,” Charles says, his eyes already falling shut again as he feels the rise and fall of Max’s chest, the soft beating of his heart. “Sleep.”

In two weeks, there’s another race, and then plenty of others after that. Everything can still happen, though Charles is still struggling a little bit to be positive about it, after the start he’s just had. None of that matters right now, however. All that does matter is Max, pressing another soft kiss to Charles’s forehead, pulling him ever so slightly closer, and then softly mumbling ‘g’night’ as he too closes his eyes and drifts off to sleep.

[arsoniiii]

langa is just an annoying cat

[whatthefuckisasweep]

eddie and stan left first bc they had to take the BIGGEST nap ever. they were tuckered out from being a little too fucking brave for their own good.

[krisssssssy]

[icewindandboringhorror]

sneeping with his legs up over his head for some reason... weird boye

[nomsfaultau]

[an excerpt from Fault, from the Cessation epoch. This is a SBI SCP AU. The SCP Foundation found a clever method of simultaneously training MTF units and sufficiently terrorizing a Thaumiel into summoning an escaped Keter.]

The game was called Target Practice and it went like this:

Tommy was being hunted. 

The maze was dark and twisting and decidedly urban, the floor littered with debris and gravel that cut into his bare feet, the twisting industry pipes and concrete walls riddled with holes and offering very meager protection as he raced through, slamming into walls and battering himself and not carrying because he needed to run before he was found. To be cautious was to be caught. Whatever nooks and crannies he shoved himself into were hardly cover, though they caught the bullets racing towards him. Well. Most of them, anyways; they didn’t play target practice anymore for a reason. 

(They’d always liked to use the Instigator for training.)

To be fair, not everyone had guns for target practice. Some had crackling tasers, and many had nets. The goal was to train up Mobile Task Forces, teach them how to go about capturing a SCP. How to herd its movement, how to corner it, how to pin it down until it stopped resisting. Learn how it thinks. Does it race down the dark corridors, frantically dashing in wild directions praying it runs into nothing, or does it hide like a cockroach? If so, where? Into the subterranean tunnels, where every footstep echoes thunderously and betrays every whimper? Into the towers, knowing it’ll take longer to be found but that there’s no way down as the fleet sweeps the rooms in well trained searches? Ah, there we are, pinned, shaking, in the corner of a back room. Very good, ensign, now you’re thinking like a monster. Quick, use the right radio channel, that’s it. Teamwork is the one advantage we have over them. Remember that in the field. 

It was not possible to win Target Practice, only prolong it. This was done by jolting still at every gun shot, waiting to realize if he was dead. This was done by clamping his hand over his mouth, refusing to breathe as footsteps raced past. This was done by learning how to not scream and betray his position when a bullet exploded mere centimeters away from his face, caught by half a cannibalized refrigerator, freezing because to run was to be caught. By doing anything and everything so he wouldn’t cry, because he could already see so little. By not caring about the gravel and slivers of glass that sliced into his feet, sprinting at full speed even if he knew the bloodied footprints marked his trail. By tucking his hands to his chest and not touching a single thing, though he was always so easy to find given the pooling Red that only grew worse the longer the game went on. The groups were always different, sometimes sneaking shadows that peeled out of nowhere, sometimes whooping and shouting with glee as they peppered bullets into the space mere seconds behind him, sometimes coordinated, sometimes not, sometimes fighting amongst themselves for the honor of who caught the game. Tommy taught each one exactly how to ruin someone else’s life, but it’s not like he could do anything but flee deep into the dark maze, heart hammering, Red racing. 

It never worked for long. The ending was different every time. Maybe he’d find himself suddenly plucked out of hiding, struggling in a head lock until the dark went even darker. Maybe he’d be at the top of a tower, listening to every hiding spot below being cleared, the approaching team only growing nearer because there was nowhere else to go. Maybe it was a sprinter who overcame his slight head start, the pair crashing to the ground, debris digging into his skin. Maybe it was being cornered by a large group, countless guns trained on him. Maybe a trap laid, him crashing into a net and becoming hopelessly tangled. Maybe it was a bullet that failed to miss. 

Game over! Better luck next time!

Tommy was recaptured and he always would be. And then target practice was played again, and again, either until there were no more trainee units left to be tested…or until there were no more trainee units left. Usually this was after a few rounds of the cat and mouse game. Maybe it ended in mortal terror, crimson spilling out runes on the manufactured floor, a beacon of ruby illuminating the dark maze. Maybe it ended with the brutal finality of The Blood God’s vengeance. The roles jarringly swapped, the hunters now forced to survive. If they did…well. They graduated from training with a promotion as bonus. Clearly they were worthy. 

He wondered how they were tested now, because the Foundation no longer played Target Practice. 

The cover, poor as it was, had always saved him before. Tommy had very little luck in his life, and most of it was used surviving Target Practice. (It was bad luck, in a way. Someone forgot the rules, got over zealous. They’d earned Keter duty for that mistake.) He’d been in the sprawling underground tunnels, tucked into a tangle of pipes. When the bullet had slammed into his shoulder, exploding everything in dark garnet, his scream had rattled through the faux sewer. Tommy had immediately run blindly, adrenaline numbing it all. The tone shift had been terrifying, too, since the trainees before hand had been the type to treat it like a game, making wolf howls and laughing. The moment Tommy was shot they’d become serious, voices clipped over radios and tactics stone as they efficiently tracked down the wounded animal, corralling it and cutting off escape routes, having it knocked out within minutes. It wasn’t the first summoning session where he’d woken up in a hospital bed, brain fuzzy with pain meds and fear. 

They never played Target Practice again.

(It wasn’t hard to convince the Instigator it’d made it out having only been grazed. Then again, it was easy to lie to, given it thought them real bullets in the first place.)

[scruffydogposting]

A puppy for your Friday

[l1m30]

Technoblade ice skater AU! I'm new to digital drawing. If you have any advice, feel free!

I imagine that he was an ice skating star who was constantly over-worked and put under extreme pressure. So, similarly to the DSMP, he left and retired. Leaving his manager and followers confused as to where he went.

Where he was though, was a cabin in a forest. He spent a few months improving his skating, getting VARIOUS new pets, and, uh. Idk. I'm tired.

Anyway...

Phil, Tommy, Wilbur, and Kristen are a lovely little family who, surprise, surprise, live in the forest. Wilbur eventually catches Technoblade like, "tf are you."

Uhhh. Angst. Found family. Uhhhh. I have a cool fight scene in mind. I might try to write this. General awkwardness because I am that. Also comfort, and lots of hugs.

[doors-worstenemy]

one day i'll hear your voice again

for all my followers since ik u dont know the context, ross trapped his best friend in a bedrock grave bcz he was very very eepy sleepy

[unstabledragonsposts]

my 1st cat: took him 3 days to trust me, absolute cuddliest boy, loves being held to the point I’ve ordered a baby bjorn

my 2nd cat: took him 8 months to trust, will use you as a springboard at any given chance, will cuddle only if you look the opposite direction

[demifate]

◌ has the power of hypnokinesis. this is the ability to manipulate sleep patterns and even dreams. chance is able to induce sleep or everlasting insomnia on the living.

● chance, when asleep, has the ability to travel through dreams. he can also create dream-like illusions of attacks that are realistic to the point of throwing enemies off guard. he can create illusions that trick people into seeing things that aren't really there.

◌ he can summon things from dreams to the real world ( e.g. ronan lynch of the raven cycle ). he couldn't always control this ability. so he'd wake up after a normal night to find random objects/living things scattered around his room. with practice though, he's been able to retrieve necessities such as food and water as well as weaponry.

● children of hypnos tend to struggle with narcolepsy and sleep walking. this is something chance has struggled with for years even prior to his arrival at camp half-blood. now that he has his wings, chance has been seen sleep flying. somehow he always makes it back to his cabin safely.

◌ he can levitate and fly using his wings. if his constant desire to sleep wasn't already a dead giveaway, the day chance's wings came in during a game of capture the flag was when everyone knew for sure that he was hypnos's son. he was claimed not long after. not only is flying a useful way of getting around, it's a nice advantage to have during battle.

[maxs-hot-takes]

Decided to pick V3 back up again purely because of the Despair Dungeon/SDP and it kills me with Twogami especially in friendly events because he just,, denies everything. Which he should, it's Twogami's character and all of whatever(I love Sagishi I swear I'm just sleepy) but it's just so funny with certain interactions caise it's just like

Makoto: "uhm... Hey Byakuya did you do something to your hai-"

Twogami: "no. I didn't. Be quiet. You're delusional. Anyway remember to drink water."

[patrickztump]

wait you guys got to hear patrick stump sing “follow the disorganized religion of my head”?

[clannfearrunt]

so very sleepytired and i was also very sleepytired last night when i watched it but i think the wine guy episode is my absolute favorite columbo episode so far, always really good when the murder victim appears on screen for 2 seconds and you are already cheering for his death. fuck yeah kill that bitch lol. officer i think it’s good that he died. and the killer, the Wine Guy, man he fucking loves wine so much. I love that for him. I also love wine now. yeah man i think the guy died in a scuba diving accident can we put the investigation on hold I just want to watch the Wine Guy and Columbo talk about wine for another hour. also enjoyed seeing Columbo having to phone the weather bureau to find out last week’s weather, enjoying seeing that piece of like history and such. really good. there were a lot of expensive wines. $5000? I don’t have the energy to adjust that for inflation. I bet that’s so fucking much now. scary. really loved how Columbo started with 0 wine knowledge and gradually becomes way way more knowledgeable. felt sad about Wine Guy’s collection having been ruined by the heat and watching him throw it out was sad but his ride to the police station was actually great, I loved that Columbo brought him a bottle of wine and I loved that Wine Guy was genuinely impressed with how much he’d learned about wine and their last toast together was good and having the last view of Wine Guy being that of him happily drinking a nice wine was a great end to the episode. surprisingly chill episode of murder crime mystery, enjoyed every second of it. officer I think he should nto be guilty because the bitch deserved it

[amiharana]

good evening revalinkers i have returned from the hellscape of exambrain and require revalink sustenance

[eli-elien]

I've been thinking of another au combining my two favorite medias

An SBI ROTSH au

The plot is a bit twisted but instead of the original accusation it's some kind of terrorism and the characters are mostly based off of their dsmp counterparts 

In each their universes there's always were a version of them.

Wilbur grew up in foster care and there was always something wrong with these families. One had two other foster kids, a blonde kid with bright blue eyes. And an older one who was recluse and quiet with dyed pink hair. They play preten sometimes and Tommy and Wilbur usually wants to play the hero while techno plays the villain to appease his lil brothers.

Techno was born in London with a twin and something so traumatic happened to the point he repressed that memory and only remembers things after the age of ten. He now lives in America.

Tommy grew up as an orphan who never got picked or got attention and so he did things to get that attention by being a trouble maker and being obnoxious. He just wants a friend. He got that friend at age 16 but found that he led him to his death.

Phil comes from a sci fi world, he's a mechanic who lost his family due to the world being so fucked up. He's motivated by their deaths and the fact that there's a beautiful sky above the smog to make mechanical wings, when he's summoned he has them with him.

Techno

As the shield hero he'll be our mc also bc he's my fave and I find c!techno and Naofumi have a ton of similarities also to have have his iconic furred red cloak. He trusts far more than he should and gets blamed for causing something he didn't do.

He gets tricked by dream, the first prince and the one who actually caused the explosion.

Phil and Wilbur don't trust him except Tommy does because Dream seems "cool" and stuff ya know I mean he is like 16 soooo ye 

After weeks he sees a two teens get beaten up and and he knows he shouldn't get involved but his body moves before he can think and smartly beats one of them and runs away with the kids.

The kids are ranboo who's half cat and raccoon and very very weird looking and tubbo who's a goat hybrid. This is where he learns how fucked up the world is and gives the boys a lil speech abt how he doesn't trust people but they don't wanna leave techno and is willing to do whatever they can to help techno 

Wilbur

The sword hero, and his wit and charm is sharper than his sword. Due to his upbringing he doesn't trust easily and as someone who had to manipulate his way to survive he can see through dream and just does not like the guy.

Tommy

As the spear hero he can too much and because of his upbringing he gets attached to anyone who's nice and gives him the attention he's always needed. And unlike motoyasu he drinks his respect women juice.

He's still obnoxious but very very rude

Phil

He definitely didn't ask for this but fine he'll play their game. Hes the bow hero

Oh of course the monarchy is being a bitch ok.

Ye he never trusts the government bc of his world and definitely isn't trusting of that masked green fucker.

Before the big fight with the Pope (who I don't know will be) he and Wilbur explore and find out some secrets.

Tommy is fighting techno bc he thinks he killed them when it was actually the church and Tommy actually enjoyed his time with Phil and Wilbur and actually sees will as his older brother figure so ye very upset 

But after wards its revealed it was plot for dream to become king and he has a trial and Tommy is the one withthe idea to change Dream's name to bitch boy and green fucker which makes the rest of sbi laugh 

Wilbur yells "suck it greeen boooooy" and it's so funny anyways *dissolves*