#sleepy guards

[chloesimaginationthings]

Vanessa's first impression on Mike in the FNAF movie

[pincushionx]

I love how Hunters eyes are naturally a bit droopy

​Droopy eyed Hunter supremacy

I headcanon that he squints his eyes to make himself appear more serious. However when neutral or not over thinking on how he presents himself, his eyes droop. He got those sleepy eyes, even after he finally rests lol. It makes him look a bit softer idk. I think he either has a resting bitch face or that

Edit: I fixed the art. Also glad y’all liked this post :)

[obiscribbles]

Week 30 - October 22nd, 2023 'Love Never Fails' - Brandon Heath Spotify / YouTube

Just a few more things to sign and then you can properly fall asleep in his arms, foolish Jedi.

Enjoy~

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[aweina]

ᰔ. personal lullaby : mike schmidt — fluff only + ft. domestic vibes

continuing my sleepy mike agenda, imagine him coming back home from work and he’s just so tired. yet, he still wants to be around you. he forces himself to blink away the restless weight on his eyes, holding you so close in his lap — using you like a warm weighted blanket. mike doesn’t really like talking about his day, he never had good news to share and he would rather not be reminded how miserable his workday was. so he asks you about your day.

your voice was a sweet tune in his ear, he could listen to you the whole night, reiterating the same news like it was the most interesting thing in the world. what abby ate, if she needed help with her homework, how the weather felt that day. mike would lazily hum at your words, fondling the plushness of your thighs — leaning his head back on the couch while he eyes any changes on your cute expressions.

a groggy “hmm?” and “yeah?” were the only two words mike’s cloudy mind could produce. as much as you try to latch away from his tired form, assuring that he needs sleep or at least a warm blanket, he always seems to decline. you give in, continuing to talk about whatever — blushing at his tired gaze and slurred movements. his calloused hand caresses your cheek so lovingly, teasingly pinching at your soft cheeks that manage to make you whine every time — earning a lopsided smile from mike.

he knows he’s busy, so these nights were important for him. to have you by his side, to study your pretty features without his judgment cursing at his shameless staring, the addicting warmth and softness of your body greedily touched by his strong hands. to fall asleep to your soothing voice, that’s the only thing he could ever wish for.

[trobeds]

i know the hunger games isnt about romance i know it isnt a love story but. theres just something so beautiful in the way peeta is the personification of what it means to heal and he /is/ the dandelion and the bread and the hope that things can be better even if they wont be fixed. even if the nightmares dont stop he will still hold her. wake her up and tell her shes alive. shes safe. and when its over and done and theres no more saving or protecting or trying their absolute hardest to die if it means keeping the other alive, the horrors dont stop. but katniss will still find that comfort in peetas arms.

[st4r-t3ars]

Snapshot

Sleepy cuddles time

[cerealmonster15]

idisil on the brain babes

[muffinlance]

Would you be willing to do one where the g'aang meets zuko with his dragons and is like? Wtf? Because I would appreciate the image of aang seeing thw dragons and going, can I pet em, while sokka or katara is like, can I fight dragons? No, no I cannot, and the other is going, not evil fire lord, bet. Please?

(Continued from parts one, two, and three.)

“My older brother should have had the throne, of course,” said the man Aang had come to meet. “But he was still mourning for his son, when… Well, when I think of it now, it was the beginning. My father, poisoned in his bedchambers. My wife, missing in the night. It took me years to piece together what must have happened. It was unthinkable, for a child so young to…”

Aang swallowed thickly, his hands balls on his legs. “Zuko… did all that?”

“When he was younger than you are now. There was always something wrong with that child,” former Fire Lord Ozai said, from between the ruin of his twisted lips in his scared face. Aang wasn’t sure how much farther the scaring extended, but… but he could see it creeping down under the man’s collar, emerging again on his hands. “I was not—I am not—a good man, Avatar Aang. I know that. I was like King Kuei, sheltered in my palace, unaware of the true extent of this war. A spare prince; I was never meant to rule. Neither was he. But obstacles were removed from his path, one by one, until I was the only one who stood in his way. I was not a good man, Avatar. But I would never try to kill my own father.”

“Thank you for speaking with me,” Aang said. “And… I accept your offer, Sifu Ozai.”

Sokka and Katara shifted behind him, uneasily. Long Feng gave no sign as to his opinion, beyond being the one to make this meeting with the Fire Nation’s rebel leader possible. But there were very few firebenders not under Fire Lord Zuko’s control. Aang had to learn from someone. And… at least Ozai understood, how dangerous fire could be.

* * *

Earth King Kuei had thrown out the treaty his advisors had spent so long negotiating, and slapped together his own private agreement with Fire Lord Zuko after only a few days; Ba Sing Se and the eastern part of the continent were left intact and under Kuei’s reign, while the western coast was handed off to the Fire Nation as tribute. 

The North Pole’s borders remained closed.

The South had been the first nation pressed into an end-of-war treaty, while the Fire Lord’s dragons watched on.

The Air Nomads… if there were any left, still hiding somewhere, they hadn’t come out for Aang.

* * *

Master Yagoda wasn’t a fighter, and claimed that one world journey was quite enough for her lifetime. She’d remained in the South Pole after Aang’s training there was complete, to help her new tribe.

Long Feng’s responsibilities as the Earth Kingdom’s own rebel leader made it inadvisable for him to place himself in enemy hands. The Fire Lord and King Kuei were close; if Long Feng were taken prisoner, he would be handed off to Ba Sing Se for a quick trial, and likely a quicker execution. 

Sifu Ozai’s injuries made it impossible for him to truly fight by Aang’s side, of course, even if he didn’t face an even swifter death than Long Feng should they be captured on Fire Nation soil.

But this was Aang’s job. He was the Avatar, so he had to do this. He had to give all the nations of the world a chance to grow, free from the Fire Lord’s enforced peace. 

“We’re not leaving you now,” Katara said, placing a hand on his shoulder. Her brother mirrored her, a moment later.

They’d started as his escorts, in this terrifying new world. He’d trained under the same master Katara had; learned everything there was to know about healing, from Master Yagoda, who’d used the false peace to travel south. Healing was… it was so much better, than the training Sifu Long Feng had put him through, the precise way earthbending could be used to contain or kill. Or Sifu Ozai’s lessons, hard learned, about just how much fire it took to truly stop a fellow bender. At least Ozai had been sympathetic to Aang’s concerns, to the culture only he seemed to remember. Ozai didn’t want his son dead, either. He still loved him, even after what he’d done. He just… wanted him stopped. 

Fire didn’t kill easily. But it could definitely stop someone. And then Aang could heal him, and just… keep him in jail. The Fire Lord had a little sister, kept hostage all these years, who Ozai thought might still be convinced to join them. She could be the new Fire Lord, with Ozai as her regent. And then the Earth King’s main ally would be gone, and Long Feng could go back to reclaim his home for the people, instead of the nobility who’d grown rich on war without ever stepping foot outside of their walled inner city. 

And. And Aang could travel, and relearn this world, and practice his healing more. That was what the world really needed: healing. 

But it was like Yagoda had taught him. Sometimes a break had to be reset, before it could really heal.

* * *

It was… really easy, getting into the Fire Nation palace. They rolled Appa in soot, and came in the night. Landed on a roof. Entered through an upper window on an inner courtyard, where guards wouldn’t think to stand watch. The Fire Nation had uncontested aerial supremacy, after all.

They knew where the Fire Lord’s rooms were; they were Ozai’s old ones. They were also very empty. Which they’d been warned about, because apparently the Fire Lord did his best evil planning at night when his advisors couldn’t reign him in. 

There was the flicker of candlelight under the sliding doors to his office. And… no guards. Which led to a round of is-this-the-right-place looks shared between them, but. This was where the map Ozai had given them said to go. So they had another round of looks, with resolute nods this time, and then Katara was sliding open the door as he and Sokka ran in and…

…And a very tired looking servant was standing in front of a desk, shuffling papers around like there was something he’d missed in them. His long hair was partially tied up in a frazzled bun, but mostly down his back. He blinked at them through a pair of glasses that were almost an exact match for the ones in fashion at King Kuei’s court, like he’d gotten them from the same artisan. And also there were some ink stains on his face, like maybe he’d fallen asleep on some still-drying documents. So… maybe a scribe? 

“Where’s the Fire Lord?” Sokka demanded, club raised.

“...I can see the family resemblance,” said the servant, who had turned fully to face them, and oh. He… had the Fire Lord’s scar. And there was the Fire Lord’s crown, being used as a paperweight at the edge of the desk. 

“Does Chief Hakoda know his children are here to assassinate his ally—” Fire Lord Zuko said.

“ ‘Ally’ is a little strong,” interrupted Sokka.

“—Or do the Water Tribes have their own ‘rebel leader’ now?”

“ ‘Assassinate’ is a little strong, too,” Aang said softly, shuffling his feet, his hands tight around his staff.

The Fire Lord stared at him a moment. “...Ah. So my father would prefer that you maim me, and drop me in a dark cell for the rest of my life?” 

“Umm.”

Zuko stared, and stared, and then pushed up his glasses and rubbed at his eyes. “Listen. Can we just… reschedule this?” 

“Reschedule,” Katara repeated. “This.”

“You haven’t attacked me yet, so this isn’t technically a diplomatic incident. It’s just… a scheduling conflict?”

Sokka snorted, and then looked vaguely angry at himself. Katara elbowed him. Aang kept gripping his glider, but maybe a little less tightly.

“We got news of an earthquake on Shojima not even two candlemarks ago,” the Fire Lord said, sliding his glasses back down. “Which means the tsunami is on its way to the main coast by now, if it hasn’t hit already, and I need to get these out if the relief supplies are going to be on their way by morning. So we can either have a really fast assassination attempt and then I have to add ‘explain to the world why the Fire Lord killed the Avatar and a nation’s heirs’ to my schedule sometime this week. Or we can talk first, but I don’t have time for that, so can we reschedule this to…”

And the very evil Fire Lord turned away from them to begin shuffling through his papers.

“First,” Sokka said, pointing a finger at the teenager, “Aang would be more than a quick fight, rude. Second: I’m still working on the second, but seriously, rude. And third, what do you mean you’d put our fiery-death-explanations into your schedule sometime this week?”

The Fire Lord didn’t seem to be listening. But he’d apparently found his appointment book, so that was good? Except for all the flipping.

“I can do… lunch tomorrow? If you’re okay with actually eating while we talk. I’m not allowed to skip meals, or Captain Izumi cancels my appointments ‘for national security’.”

Sokka slowly lowered down his pointing finger. 

“Talking would be good,” Aang said. “I like talking.”

And then they got to meet Captain Izumi, which was a lot scarier than meeting the Fire Lord.

And then they realized that what they’d thought was vaguely tacky dragon-print paneling along two walls was actual dragon skin and this wasn’t an office it was an open-air veranda and—

“Quick fight” might have been an accurate prediction, yes. 

More accurate than Sifu Ozai’s map.

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[ournextdoorneighbor]

you got a light?

[gemharvest]

I appreciate all forms of Ekurei but I think the strongest form is where Ekubo is still in that green wisp form and Reigen is just inexplicably Into That. During downtime in the office he pulls Ekubo down to sit on his chest as he reclines and everyone looks at him like 🤨 🤨 😐-~{🤨] and he just stares back, Ekubo cradled in his arms, and goes "Whaaaaattt..." He would kiss that spirit in front of everybody but its EKUBO who would feel way too embarrassed by that.

[nemmet]

mike doodle from the other day!!

[cats-and-dr-pepper]

tfw the droids wont stop trying to shoot you but you need your beauty rest

Or;

“How the FUCK can the Coruscant Guard sleep through this shit?!”

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Hi Amber, would you please write few lines for Bodyguard Steve and reader for 31. “I understand wanting to get things done, but please don’t pull anymore all-nighters, babe.  You need to sleep.”

Ahhh, a first for me. I hope you like it.

"I promise it will be done soon. Tomorrow afternoon at the latest." You promised your best friend on the phone. Somehow you insisted you could help make her wedding dress, your designer roots unable to resist the challenge.

Now the deadline was coming up faster than you could anticipate and you had to make it just right.

Better than just right, this had to be the most beautiful creation you have ever made, your best friend deserved your finest work. With a goodbye and I love you on the phone, you set it down, staring at the nearly done dress.

Your mind was buzzing tiredly, your eyes feeling heavy. But your heart soared as you looked at your creation. A beautiful ethereal piece, you were sure your friend would see the heavy influences you added of her favorite fae character from a series of books she loved as much as life itself.

A woman worthy of a court of night, glittering with falling stars.

You felt warm hands slide over your tense shoulders as your bodygaurd but now lover come join you. Steve looked over your shoulder at your creation before dropping a gentle brush of his lips against your shoulder. "It is your finest piece Sweetheart."

Your heart beat quicker at the praise, sending a thrill through your chest. "It is almost finished, I just have to sew in a few finishing touches."

"Tomorrow?" Steve asked gently, not exactly a demand, but you could tell he was purposely making it a question for you.

"But I'm really that close to finishing." You twisted into his arms to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck. "And tomorrow you have to take me to her house so she can try it on and I can make sure it fits properly."

Steve arched a brow in doubt that you would actually have to make any changes. "Baby, you are falling asleep on your feet. I understand wanting to get things done, but please don’t pull any more all-nighters, babe.  You need to sleep. I also promised your father to look after you, that means your mental well-being too." You rolled your eyes at him, making him narrow his in return.

You loved your bodyguard, but he could be bossy. You glanced one more time at the dress, calculating your time management. Of course, you could slip out of bed if you could untangle from around Steve and come finish. Plus you were tired, you could feel the ache now to close your eyes.

"Take me away, protect me from myself." You gave a little jump, Steve catching you while your legs wrapped around his waist and you were rewarded with the most brilliant smile from him.

"Gladly."

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[pcktknife]

I think you would be a good castle guard. can you try saying who goes there

Who Goes There ? 🤺 <- putting on a tough guy voice

[yusufstits]

[ID: A screencap from The Old Guard showing Joe, having just woken up, with one eye still closed. In the corner of the image is a screenshot of a tumblr post from exitwound reading 'im like if the sleepiest person in the world was awake'. /End ID]

[sleepy-vix]

lowkey hate it when ppl ik irl say that they like me