#sleepy Daniel

[i-am-church-the-cat]

I have a flower shop/tattoo parlor maxiel + loscar AU building from a tropical storm into a hurricane in my head so here are some thoughts

+ When Max hires him, this is what he says to Logan’s arrangement: “It is not the worst thing I’ve ever seen. I can make it better.” What he really meant was that Max could make Logan better, but he wouldn’t come to understand that until later.

+ There’s a phone that sits on the back wall of Max’s shop. The first time it rang while Logan was working, he’d mistakenly answered it. He’d watched Max’s face go bleach white from across the shop as Logan answered “Hello, this is Verstappen’s Floral, how can I help you?” The barrage of angry Dutch he’d gotten back in return had shocked Logan into silence, making it easier for Max to steal the receiver from his hand. Now, Logan knows to just let it ring.

+ Oscar is pretty sure Daniel only gave him an interview because their moms are in a book club together. The owner of Honey Badger Tattoos was always friendly and outgoing but he was notoriously possessive about his art. In the ten years the shop has been open, it’s had four employees. Daniel Ricciardo, the founder, Daniel Kvyat, Daniel’s partner who he bought out after the first year, Lando Norris who worked part-time at the front desk, and now Oscar.

“I’ve never had an apprentice before, I probably wouldn’t be very good at it,” Daniel says during his interview. He’d said he liked Oscar’s work and already showed an interest in teaching Oscar more of his signature American style. But the guy was still hesitant, fidgeting with excess nerves. “Just ask Lando.

Lando nods from his seat at the front desk which Oscar can see from the open door of Daniel’s office. “He doesn’t know what he’s doing half the time, I wouldn’t trust him to teach other people.”

Daniel does not look like that’s the support he was going for, wincing at the dry criticism but not arguing.

“That’s fine,” Oscar confirms with a shrug. He’s already done the majority of his apprenticeship under Mark Webber. But when the man decided he’d had enough of the South of France and was selling the shop and moving back to Australia, Oscar had to look for somewhere else to work. “I only have six months left before I can get my certification.”

Daniel doesn’t look very reassured. Oscar can take a hint so he decides to get out before he’s kicked out.

“Hey, it’s cool, mate, thanks for meeting with me anyway-”

“Can you start next week?” Daniel asks, leg bouncing up and down and rocking the desk he’s sitting behind. He sees Oscar’s confused expression and sighs. “I really need more help here.”

“Yeah,” Oscar decides, not looking a gift horse in the mouth. “I’ll text you my schedule.”

And that’s how he starts working for the Honey Badger.

+ “This is a tulip,” Max is saying in French, word draw out and pointing at the multi-colored bulbs. Logan has tried telling him that he’s lived in Europe for the majority of his life at this point and can do his job in English, French, and Spanish but Max doesn’t believe him. At least Logan’s starting to pick up more Dutch.

Logan is rescued from his impromptu language lesson by the bell on the door ringing. He turns towards the sound, customer service smile already in place.

“Hi, welcome to Verstappen Floral, how can I-”

“Oh, it is you again.”

Logan stops and looks at Max who is frowning at the guy who just came in. The man is curly-haired and tanned, with tattoos scrawled over the majority of visible skin. His grin is big and toothy when he shoots it at Max.

“Hey, Maxy, aren’t you happy to see me?”

Logan blinks in shock at the nickname. Even their regular customers don’t get to act that familiar with Max. Logan doesn’t get to act that familiar with Max.

Max crosses his arms, lips pursing. “For the last time, I do not know what these flowers mean. I speak four languages and plant is not one of them.”

“Always a ray of sunshine, aren’t you, Max?” The man asks, unphased by Max’s grouchy demeanor. He leans forward onto the glass counter, certainly leaving smudges behind, but Max surprisingly doesn’t yell at him about it. “Lando sent me to pick up his order.”

Lando is someone Logan knows. He comes in about every other week and talks to Max about streaming and video games that partly goes over Logan’s head. He always leaves with a red and white bouquet, though the flowers change each time.

“Why could he not come get them himself?” Max grumbles, heading in the direction of the cooler where they kept to-go orders. Daniel shrugs and wraps his knuckles against the glass.

"He was late for a meeting or something, you know I don’t ask about his other job,” Daniel supplies. He changes his focus to Logan and the blond is met with the full force of the man’s mega-watt smile. Logan blames his mom’s genes for how easily he blushes. “Hey, you’re the new guy, right?”

Logan opens his mouth to answer but Max is suddenly im between them, Lando’s bouquet in his hands.

“Yes, this is Logan, no, he does not want any of your garish tattoos.”

Daniel pouts at Logan’s boss. He wonders how it doesn’t look strange for a guy who’s at least 30 to be pouting.

“Don’t be mean, Maxy. I wasn’t even going to mention the tattoos.”

Logan racks his brain for tattoo shops nearby. They obviously have a close relationship outside of just Lando. And Lando did say he worked for an artist…

“Oh hey, are you the Honey Badger?” Logan asks, moving his head to be seen around Max’s wider frame. Daniel jerks his eyes away from Max’s, as if he’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t. “I pass by there all the time. Not a lot of shops do American style out here.”

Daniel’s face lights up, looking between Logan and Max. “Max, you hired an American?”

Max sighs, more long-suffering than Logan thinks is necessary. “This is why I did not want you to speak with him. I knew you were going to be weird about it.”

“I’m not being weird!” Daniel argues. “I’m just surprised!”

Max and Daniel have another weird silent staring contest. Logan clears his throat reluctantly and they both snap to him.

“Um, where’d you learn to do that style?”

Daniel looks ready to excitedly burst into the story of his tattooing style and his interest in America, but Max cuts him off by pushing the bouquet into his chest.

“We do not have time for that, these are going to wilt. Take these to Lando.”

“Bossy, bossy,” Daniel murmurs, picking up the bouquet gently. He doesn’t sound annoyed by Max’s demands. Rather amused, actually. He shoots Logan another grin over Max’s shoulder. “I don’t envy you, mate. But hey if you want to talk tattoos, come by the shop sometime.”

“Definitely!” Logan agrees before Max can say anything else on his behalf. Daniel shoots him a one-handed finger gun before turning back to Max. His smile becomes a lot less joking and more sincere.

“See you later, Maximus”

Max loses some of his prickliness, voice soft when he says, “Goodbye, Daniel.”

+ There’s a man talking to Lando at the front desk when Oscar comes in that day. It’s neither of the two Oscar is used to seeing who come talk to Lando pretty regularly. Oscar’s pretty sure one of them’s his boyfriend and the other is his business partner but he can never tell which is which.

“Did you leave Logan alone at the shop?” Lando is asking while Oscar sets his station up.

“Well, I had to do it at some point,” the guy says, his accent reminiscent of German or Dutch. “What is the point of hiring another employee if I cannot leave for a few minutes?"

“Daniel never leaves me alone here,” Lando points out, a tad resentful. Oscar snorts.

“That’s because he has control issues,” Oscar claims. Both of the men look at him, one in amusement and one in confusion.

“Who are you?” The mystery guy asks. Weird, Oscar was going to ask him the same thing. He looks to Lando who makes the introductions.

"Max, this is Oscar, Daniel's new apprentice. Oscar, this is Max, one of our neighbors."

Oscar frowns. "I thought Max was your..." he trails off, leaving space for Lando to fill in the blank. He waves his hand.

"Different Max. This is Max Verstappen, he run's Verstappen Floral."

The new Max is still looking at him strangely. "Daniel does not take apprentices. He says he is a bad teacher."

Oscar shrugs, not sure what to tell him. He doesn't know how he got the job either. Luckily, he's saved from having to respond by Daniel coming out of the back office.

"Oscar, good, you're here, I wanted to talk about-" Daniel stops abruptly when he sees Max standing in the lobby. His entire demeanor shifts when he says, "Max, hey! What are you doing here?"

Daniel is normally a friendly guy, sometimes too much in Oscar's opinion, but he's practically glowing as he bounds over to Max. While Max's expression doesn't shift, his body language opens up to Daniel like one of his blooming flowers.

"I am talking to Lando about our stream tonight," Max answers. "He has not been very forthcoming with the details."

Lando tries to protest but even Oscar can see that it's a lost cause. This new guy showed up and suddenly it's like nothing else exists to Daniel. His boss giggles at nothing and that's when Oscar decides to get back to work.

#my writing #wip #is it a wip? im not sure #i still have more in my head but im sleepy so here #loscar #maxiel #logan sargeant #oscar piastri #max verstappen #daniel ricciardo #lando norris #formula 1 #f1 rpf #flower shop/tattoo parlor au #alternate universe

[yesloulou]

Daniel Ricciardo x HUGO | April 2024

#daniel ricciardo #f1 #f1edit #* #** #the sleepy italian puppy eyes!!!!! in the first gif at the beginning of the closeup!!!! do you know what i mean!!!!! #anyways twitter reposts r welcome 🤳

[dr3smile]

His two moods.

#daniel ricciardo #danny ric #ric3 #dr3 #redbull racing #rbr dan #red bull daniel #oracle red bull racing #sleepy boy #happy boy #my gifs

[lilyrizzy]

8. Concede max and daniel ❤️

Sorry anon, this defo isn’t what you wanted! Josh/daniel but mostly Max/daniel! Cw for complex feelings of regret after sex

Josh pulls out of Daniel and there is none of the sticky wet rush between his thighs that he is used to. There’s instead, a condom to tie off and throw in the vague direction of the bin. It falls against the floor with a sickly slap. The light in the room is too dim, no glow from the ever present lights of Monaco just the other side of the windows.

Even so, Daniel feels the same.

Climbing from the bed, Josh leans down to pat his ass two times with affection.

Good game, Daniel thinks a little hysterical.

Lifting his head from the pillows he’s spent the last twenty-so minutes buried in, his eyes follow Josh’s naked back as he pads into the next room without so much as a glance back.

“I’ll get you a water,” he throws over his shoulder.

Daniel bites down hard in his lip, stupidly worried that ‘sorry,’ will trip off the end of his tongue instead of ‘thank you.’

He thought, after, that the heavy weight in his stomach would lift. That proof of being desired, good for something by someone new would be enough. Now, it is just like the weight has travelled upwards, is pressing against his throat and threatening to choke him.

Pushing himself up with shaking arms, he swipes his phone off Josh’s beside table and makes his way to the bathroom on unsteady legs. A locked door between himself and the rest of the world does nothing to help his breathing come easier.

Instead, sitting himself down on the closed toilet lid, the harsh glare of spotlights instantly reminds him of the drivers rooms he’s spent the last ten years of his Sundays inside. It’s enough to make him weak.

Before he knows what he’s doing, his fingertips are moving across his phone screen, have found their way to Max’s contact that is still listed under ‘favourites.’ It’s not until the photograph of the two of them- Daniel smacking a kiss against a grinning Max’s cheek- lights up the screen as the dial tone begins that he remembers, wait.

He can’t tell Max this. He can’t tell Max anything anymore.

And it’s fucking ironic, really. Enough to allow a bitter laugh to escape Daniel’s throat as his sweaty fingertips slip against the button to end the call before Max answers. Months of Max begging Daniel to talk to me, and he can only find the words when the finish line has already been crossed.

Immediately, the photo lights up the screen again, a personal type of torment as Max calls back. It’s 4 AM in Monaco.

Daniel stares at the creases in the corner of his eyes, Max’s wide mouth split open in joy. One happy moment from millions, probably. At the time they’d seemed never ending which only makes his reality harder to stomach.

He lets the phone ring out. Keeps staring down at each new illumination of pain as Max keeps calling, again and again.

Daniel, comes Max’s text just as Daniel thinks he’s finally given up. There’s still a blue heart next to his contact name, Maxy. Please come home.

The familiar bluntness of his demand makes Daniel ache for something he stopped letting himself have a long time ago.

His fingers hover over the keyboard, but what can he say?

I just let another guy fuck me, I’m not sure you’d want me to anymore.

#idk #I’m sleepy and lazy so not editing this anymore sorryyyyy #max/daniel #fic

[bellysoupset]

"Figured where do I know your face from," Vince said, sitting in front of Max in the teacher's lounge. Mr. Daniels was pushing the food around on his plate.

"Yeah?" he asked, uninterested, "where's that?"

"You broke my arm when I was 10," Vince glared at the other man, who let out a little snort, still staring at his plate. When Vince didn't chuckle too, he frowned and looked up.

"Wait, you're serious?"

"Yeah," Vince sat before him, eyebrows raised, "you're the big kid in the playground who bullied me when I moved here."

Max let out a groan, letting his fork fall back down on the plate, "aw man, I'm sorry. Middle schooler me was a shithead," he grimaced, "I don't remember breaking anyone's arm, though, I'm really really sorry."

Vince rolled his eyes, unimpressed, "well, but you did..." he frowned then, noticing Max waxy pallor, "what's wrong with you?"

"Generally? Right now?" the other man shrugged, quirking an eyebrow and causing Vince to let out an annoyed sigh.

"We've established you're a shithead generally, so I meant specifically at this moment," he clarified and Max let out a chuckle at that, scratching at his cheek.

"I think it's just a hangover," he shrugged.

Vince raised his eyebrows, on a Tuesday? Damn whoever said teachers didn't have fun.

"Shithead indeed," he sighed, getting up once more, "don't hold my kids back today."

"Sure, sure, I never do," Mr. Daniels waved him off and Vince wrinkled his nose with annoyance, before walking out of the teacher's lounge.

Most teachers ate in the lounge, but it wasn't a requirement, so Vince went to the parking lot and found a nice bench in the shadow, unwrapping his lunch and scrolling through his social media. It was a nice break after a morning packed with kids, to be reminded the adult world still existed out there.

Luke had already flooded his DMs with memes and there were two texts from Wendy, one being an outfit check of her in gym clothes that had his heart skipping a beat.

Vince typed a cheeky response to her texts, smiling at his phone, only to hear a snort.

"Well, hello, Mr. Monacelli," he would recognize his sister's voice anywhere. Sophia's hair was up in a ponytail and she sat next to him on the bench, "why are you smiling at your phone?"

"None of your business, now, is it?" Vince scoffed, "where's the rest of your mean girls pack?"

"Hurling up their lunches in the bathroom," Sophia said, jokingly putting her finger inside her mouth and Vince wrinkled his nose in distaste. He really couldn't understand how his middle sister had such an acid sense of humor, nothing like the rest of the family.

"That's horrible to say, Soph-"

"Yeah, yeah," she rolled her eyes, criss-crossing her legs, "you can't embarrass me in class."

Vince snorted, "embarrass you?"

"Yeah," Sophia glared at him, "none of your i'm-a-cool-teacher jokes, nu-uh. Don't even mention you're my brother, you're gonna ruin my reputation."

"I'll make sure to fail you, just so they know there's no special treatment," Vince turned back to his sandwich, "or maaaybe I'm gonna bring up your super embarrassing crush on my best friend."

"Are you never gonna let that go?" Sophia jumped up, glaring at him, her cheeks turning red, "I was a kid!"

"It was literally six months ago," Vince grinned, "get out of my sight, kid."

"You're so mean," she pouted, "I'm gonna leave you a terrible teacher review."

Vince rolled his eyes, chuckling as the girl stomped away. He loved her dearly and it was really nice to be back in her life, but Sophia was also the most annoying person he knew.

She was also a senior, which wasn't a good thing, because Vin was already struggling to make the older kids respect him and he knew it wouldn't be any easier if his influential little sister decided to make his life a living hell in the classroom.

Hopefully Sophia was just bark and no bite.

It was to no one's surprise when his last class rolled on and yet he met an empty classroom. Vince sighed, glancing at his watch. Fucking Daniels, again.

He was going to strangle that man.

Vince was already ready to stomp out of the room and forcefully retrieve his kids, when suddenly the door opened. He straightened up, ready to face the swarm of frustrated teenagers, as they always were after chemistry class, but instead it was just Sophia.

Alone, which was all the more worrying, her blue eyes were huge on her face.

"What's wrong?" Vince asked, talking over her as his sister said:

"Mr. Daniel's is really sick and we don't know what to do... Can you help?"

Oh great, Vince thought, stepping out of the classroom, "what happened exactly?"

"He was off all class, but we said nothing- And then like, just now he suddenly stopped talking and barfed everywhere and-" her voice dipped, switched to Italian as Sophia groaned, "it's so gross, Vin."

Vince sighed as he followed her down the hallways to the chemistry room, "why didn't you call up a nurse?"

"We didn't want to get him in trouble..." Sophia frowned, planting her hands on her hips, "you're not gonna get him in trouble, right? He's cool."

And hungover, Vince thought bitterly, but despite his feelings he nodded, "I'm not," he promised, "stay out here, I know vomit makes you sick."

She let out a grateful sigh, slumping against the hallway wall as Vince entered the room.

It was truly a sight to be seen, fucking spectacular. Vince had no idea how he was supposed to not report the fact that Mr. Daniels had somehow managed to puke on his own boots and in a large puddle in the middle of the room.

He was folded in half, bracing against one of the tables and most of the teenagers were pushed to the opposite side of the room, looking completely horrified.

"Alright everyone show's over," Vince said, gesturing to the kids, "you have history class now, go get some water and then to the classroom, shoo."

Despite his somewhat harsh words, most of them looked visibly relieved there was an adult in the room. Vince cringed as he saw some kids that were almost green with sympathy nausea, he just hoped he wouldn't have to deal with that as well.

Once the classroom cleared out, Vince approached the other teacher, who was still mute, save for a couple hiccups and little sniffles.

"Okay... So hangover, uh?" Vince couldn't help but say, touching the man's back and Max let out a loud groan.

"No," he rasped, "no way this is a hangover. I'd never- Not in front of them..." his voice trailed off and he shuddered violently, "my head is killing me."

That didn't really help his i'm-not-hungover case, Vince thought, forcing the shorter guy to straighten up. He immediately grimaced, realizing why Max had stayed in that position. There was vomit down his band t-shirt and clinging to his auburn beard.

Without thinking Vince touched his cheek, then forehead and let out a sigh. The guy was burning up.

"I have good news and bad news," Vince said, side stepping the beige mess on the floor and pulling Max to a clearer patch, before pushing him to sit down in one of the chairs.

The blonde fell like a ragdoll, spreading his legs and wrapping an arm around his stomach, "good news is that I didn't shit my pants?"

Vince scowled, "good news is that you're sick, so this means we can tell the nurse and you're not gonna get penalized for hurling in front of the kids."

Max let out a little huff at that, "terrible good news-" then he hiccupped and groaned, "get me the bin..."

Vince couldn't believe there was anything in the guy, after seeing such copious amount of vomit. He also couldn't help a wave of sympathy as he thought of how much Mr. Daniel's reputation was fucked after getting sick in front of the seniors.

He planted the bin in front of the guy and then crouched next to him, carefully pulling Max' curtain of blonde hair and tying it on the back of his neck, "you're gonna be fine for a minute? I'm gonna go get a janitor."

Max let out a sickly burp inside the bin, raising a thumb up.

Once Vince got back in the room, now followed by the janitor - Maurice, who was also a relic from his school years - Max had folded on himself all over again, both arms wrapped around his stomach, head resting on the school desk.

"Man, c'mon," Vince sighed, frustrated, "try and help yourself, the principal is gonna have your head..."

"Uhm," Max groaned, "I don't- I don't feel well..."

Maurice let out a snort, "you'd think he's feeling fine after throwing up everything he ever ate," the man teased and Vince couldn't help but chuckle at that, grabbing Max' arm.

"You'd think," he agreed, pulling the blonde up, "c'mon, nurse's office. You have someone who can pick you up?"

"What...?" Max's gaze was all dazed. At least he had managed to clear the vomit from his beard, probably with his hand and wiped on his jeans. Vince grimaced at the mental image.

"Someone to come get you?" Vince repeated, pulling the guy down the hallway, "you're out of it."

There were curious faces on the hallways, kids out for a bathroom break stopping to watch them and Vince sped up, causing Max to stumble and collapse against his side.

"I'm gonna hurl again," the man mumbled and Vince shook his head.

"C'mon, we're almost there-" he wrapped an arm around the other teacher's waist and pulled Max against him, making them walk even faster.

The minute they got inside the nurse's office, Max turned to the big flower pot and heaved, his whole back arching as he let out a deafening retch and brought up a mouthful of bile.

"Goodness heaven's, Mr. Daniels!?" the nurse exclaimed. Mrs. Doyle was elderly and never used to do anything back when Vince was a student but tell the kids to go back to class. At least now she couldn't tell them that.

"He's got a really high fever," Vince said, keeping a hand planted on Daniels' back, as the man braced against the wall and continued to heave, not a thought given to Mrs. Doyle's sad palm tree, "and he's been sick," a lot, Vin mentally completed.

"Uhm- Well, he can lie down in my office... I'll get him so gatorade, until he feels-"

"Just let me go home, for fuck's sake," Max groaned, his voice all raspy and Mrs. Doyle frowned at the swear word.

"I don't think I can release you when you're this sick, I need-"

"I'm not a fucking kid," Max turned to glare at her and Vince stepped between them, glaring at the man.

"Then don't behave like one. You can't drive like this, either let Mrs. Doyle call someone or sit in the office and wait until classes are over and I'll drive you," he said strongly, causing Max to raise his dazed eyes at him and scowl.

"There's no one to pick me up," he groaned and Vince sighed, dropping his shoulders.

"Then go lie down, I'm just gonna finish my class and I can drive you," he turned to Mrs. Doyle, who was stunned into silence, "he can stay, right?"

"Of course..." She frowned, "you're the Monacelli's kid? Little Vince?" she suddenly held her hand down to her hip and Vince blushed, while Max let out a raspy chortle.

Vince nodded, his whole face aflame, "I'm gonna go, I have a bunch of teenagers to calm down. Hopefully you're not contagious, otherwise our lives will be hell for the next weeks."

Max groaned, stumbling forward towards the nurse's office, "yeah, don't count on it."

#mywriting #sickfic #max daniels #stomach flu #hangover #this probably needs a part 2 but its really late and i'm sleepy

[anguishmacgyver]

eepy™

#daniel jackson #stargate sg1 #sg1 #sg1 10x08 #season 10 has a lot of eepy sleepy content and i am Here for it #also this episode was TROPES oh my god i loved it #anguishmacgyvergif #othergifs #michael shanks

[givemebackmypills]

<33333

#happy new yearrrrrrrrrr #it's in 1 hour anyway #love yall!!!!!!! #so much #thanks for kind tags under my art you literally helped me get through this year #im gonna play battlefield rn or cod idk + im drunk??? but instead of funny moments im sleepy af #GOOD FOR ME!!!!!! #life is strange 2 #lis2 #daniel diaz #sean diaz #diaz brothers #my art

[the-chosen-half-of-one]

If I had a nickel for every time a cool, unique show I liked was cancelled before its natural end, I’d have AT LEAST 12-13 nickels, which actually is a lot, goddammit, this is some kind of conspiracy created by the nickel company to release more nickels

#prodigal son #deception #Kevin probably saves the world #dirk gently’s holistic detective agency #legends of tomorrow #dollhouse #pushing daisies #Milo Murphy’s law #owl house #I still count Lucifer because I watched it on satellite and don’t have Netflix or good internet #Houdini and Doyle #etc etc #dead like me though I’m iffy personally on that one it’s got the rep #firefly too but mostly salty about wash #cancelled shows #tv shows #I hate it here bro #oh and sleepy hollow nearly forgot #and more #perception I miss Daniel pierce 😭

[arturleclerc]

DANIEL RICCIARDO – LAS VEGAS FP2

#sleepy and pouty baby #daniel ricciardo #f1 #formula 1 #las vegas gp 2023 #gifs: f1

[perseuspixl]

The man who rails against Biden as sleepy Joe ... #SleepyDon

#republicans #gop #usa #america #trump #donald trump #democrats #activism #us politics #president biden #joe biden #maga cult #stormy daniels #hush money #sleepy don #SleepyDon

[megamindsecretlair]

sista you gotta start writing for Daniel Kaluuya 😪

Oww 👀👀 dont get me started on that fine ass man!!!!

Which character though? 🤔🤔🤔 its so hard simpin for Black folk that aint been in a lot of stuff 😭😭

#megaminds asks #daniel kaluuya #dont get me started #id never shut up about that man and his sleepy eyes

[absolutefilthimsosorry]

I coloured the adorable marshmallow picture @isthisadrawingiseebeforeme sketched here!

#dnp art #marshmallow Dan and Phil #sleepy boys #daniel howell #amazingphil #collaborative art #my art #original content by astra #dapgtumblrtag

[awigglycultist]

The guys

#shipwrecked comedy #headless: a sleepy hollow story #headless series #daniel draws #icabod crane #brom bones #rewatchers2000 #joey draws

[robots-on-film]

inscryption is a fucking, reconstruction of classic video game creepypasta tropes/building blocks (as I like to call them) presented in a way to appeal to the modern internet horror games audience. WHATS NOT CLICKING (<- Guy going insane from inscryption brainrot)

#inscryption #daniel mullins games #i hope i am making sense. english is not my first language and i am oh so sleepy #inscryption and faith the unholy trilogy exist in the same world to me. actually thats a lie. they are mirror worlds to each other. #luke and john are the same guy in two different what ifs. insane person talking imma stop now

[lilyrizzy]

omega daniel, cw: dubious consent

When Christian first asks Daniel to fuck Max, he thinks he’s being bullshitted.

But-

“No Daniel, I’m not joking,” Christian insists, despite the horrified expression that must be branded onto Daniel’s face right now. “You’ve seen how much he’s been struggling so far this season, he needs some-“ he has the balls to grimace then- “tension release.”

“Tension release,” Daniel repeats, voice an octave higher than he’d like. “Where’s the fucking clause about tension relief in my contract, remind me again?”

Rubbing a hand roughly over his stubble, Daniel has to tip his head back and stare at the grey-blue shade of the painted ceiling for a moment. Counting the cracks in the paint, he’s silently pleading with the universe to have returned to normal when he looks down at Christian's face again.

No such luck.

“His rut is coming up in a few weeks,” Christian continues like Daniel didn’t speak, like this is all very normal and not borderline sexual harassment. “This is three races now he’s crashed out of. We are hoping a good rut can help him break that streak. He needs an omega”

“Then you get him a service,” Daniel almost yells, moving to grip the edge of Christian's desk with shaking hands, “you don’t-“

Searching his face for a trace of sanity, he doesn’t find any. Instead, Christian levels him with a look he definitely doesn’t like, like he thinks Daniel is being dense or something.  

“We both know Max won’t use a service,” he says, eyebrows raised.

“Why is that my problem?” Daniel asks, voice weaker.

“Because we both know you don’t want him to use one either.”

Daniel’s mouth snaps shut so quickly the clack of his teeth vibrates harshly along his jaw. Christian leans back in his chair, hand folded over his stomach. He looks like he just threw down a royal flush. Read them and weep.

“Christian-“ Daniel tries, but Christian shakes his head.

“I have eyes, Daniel. And a nose. So whatever mental gymnastics you’re doing right now, I think the easier thing would be to just help each other out. And in doing so help out the team.”

The fucking team.

“I-“ Daniel starts again, but it seems he’s become incapable of stringing a sentence together. His face is burning like he just finished racing in the desert, his mouth just as dry as one.

“He likes you,” Christian sighs, sounding exasperated now. Like Daniel is the one who asked for any of this, came skipping into his office picking the petals off daisies asking, Max Verstappen loves me, Max Verstappen loves me not. “You remember being a teenager, don’t you? Wouldn’t it have been nice if your first crush was your first fuck too?”

Daniel’s first crush wasn’t eight years older than him. Wasn’t his teammate.

Wasn’t a pervert that was like, borderline obsessed with the idea of having him in bed, working to make him feel good.

He should tell Christian to get fucked.

Swallowing, he opens his mouth to but the weight of Christians's words suddenly settle with a hot shock in Daniel’s stomach.

“Max is a virgin?” tumbles out of him instead, and right here sitting across from his boss, he gets wet. There’s no way Christian can’t smell it.

The smug smile that spreads over his face is enough to tell Daniel the battle against his restraint is finally lost.

#short and silly #anyway would anyone be interested in reading them actually fuck lol #sorry im so sleepy now that was my og plan and then i got lost in the sauce of the set up #max/daniel #fic

[scribbiesan]

Mind the claws…

@bonkalore made something for your Bleeding Magic AU! Art bug bit me and stuck around long enough to have some fun with this scaly aquatic dude and his pig friend.

Imma go to bed now. It hella late. Night night

(Wasn’t feeling up to shading these sadly. Maybe the next piece?)

Toodles~!

Edit: ignore the sketch layer being visible on some, I am aware and don’t care. Love youuuu

#fan art #Daniel Spellbound #Daniel spellbound fanart #giant/tiny art #giant/tiny #g/t art #g/t #handheld #if y’all couldn’t tell #i like people sleeping in the giants hands #it just seems like a warm comfy place to snooze #Bleeding Magic AU #amphibeast Daniel #monster transformation #monster guy #trash bin art #trash bin post #digital art #quackalacka ding dong #sfw #late night post #so sleepy #hoagie