#:evil laughter:

[electric-ecclectic]

@galactia said:

"You think I still care?" The laugh that splits the air also seems to crack from him, like fractals of weakness through ice, breathy, frigid. Kaeya, or what she was still calling Kaeya, dug in a heel, surging forward, teeth bared, "Boo, hoo, Kaeya doesn't love you anymore. He doesn't know you, he isn't the same-" The black on his skin, like veins of poisoned frost, was ever clearer now - crawling into his face and chest and up his arms. Clawed hands, blackened by the same, swiped viciously and seized her arms, shaking her, "All alone? With me?" He stared down at her, close enough to touch, to feel the cold that radiated from him like frostbite, to see the blackness that had stained his golden eye. Kaeya cackled, entire body shaking, the sound catching on something else in his throat - something else that spilled out like a sob. His eyes overflowed with tears, and at once he was weeping; weeping as he redoubled and gnashed his teeth and shoved her away from him. It hurt; it hurt so bad, it hurt- Cryo gathered in his fists, creeping up his arms in gauntlets. His head snapped to look at her, tossing long, dark blue hair away from a tear-dampened face and wild, glowing eyes- "Run."

And run she did, heels hitting the floor with a loud echo as she quickly put some distance between them. Rationally, this man was not the same as the man who loved her. He was not the Cavalry Captain of Mondstadt, and he was not the man who so cordially would laugh along with the old ladies in the city square, and he was no longer attached to the same things that Kaeya was. The way the frost burned her lungs was a painful reminder of just that. But when Signe charged a spell, when she readied to defend herself, she couldn't bring herself to do so, only daring to avoid Kaeya's attacks.

"I don't want to hurt you!" she yelled, only just barely avoiding the icicles that seemed to suddenly break out of the ground below. Never before had the rational witch become so ragged, with emotions so visibly on her sleeve; and rarely did her honeyed eyes turn cold with the raw fear that accompanied Kaeya's words. Run. Certainly, the fact that she was in danger was undeniable, and she'd have to fight back eventually-- but when she brought up her spellbook to strike, her hands shook, and the spell would fizzle almost immediately.

The more she avoided his attacks, the more difficult it would become, and how could it not? They'd fought together, and he knew her movements nearly by heart, and that much was becoming clearer by how narrowly she was able to avoid him. She met his eyes, shaky breaths becoming more ragged and desperate, as she finally managed to charge a spell, the air thrumming with electro as a bolt of lightning seemed to appear from thin air. But the spell was messy, unpredictable as her focus seemed to wane, unlike the usually practiced witch.

"Kaeya, please--"

[avery-av-raw]

fraidy cat king

[lemonlimestar]

like moth to flame

[pan0pticonn]

Elias seeing Martin, who lied on his SV and does in fact not have any qualifications: ah perfect a desperate gay person I can manipulate. Hired.

[advent-march]

Big bad evil man or not, put Dostoyevsky in a room with teenage chuuya and dazai and he wouldn't last. They would bully the willpower out of that man

[an-internet-introvert]

When you trick your co-worker into guessing Seattle 😈

[zaacoy]

Good afternoon, love

[dead-florist]

ohoho hello tumblr today i offer you yet another post completely unrelated to the media i usually post

also fukuzawa

[ruubesz-draws]

Bald Monkeh, sucks to be him

(I sacrificed my sleep for this, please appreciate the quality)

[hitwiththetmnt]

Revenge @v-albion ?

@tmnt-fandom-family-reunion

Cabin #7 (7 Wonders of the Turtleverse)

[fadeyouout]

always on your mind

[dewdropdinosaur]

But Momma, I Love Her

ALASTOR x READER Summary: After the battle, Alastor finds himself wounded while Y/N seeks to help him out. But no one is invincible. Warnings: ANGST. [Oh the way I giggled evilly when writing this.] Rating-PG Requested by @anon-of-the-void See Masterlist for Request Status and Fics

 In the aftermath of the colossal clash between Heaven and Hell, the once bustling streets of the infernal realm lay in ruin. The once proud Hazbin Hotel now laid a bare pile of brick and mortar on the dusty ground. Among the debris and chaos, Alastor, perched in his towering abode, shining red lights flickered with green – an ominous beacon amidst the devastation. His once immaculate suit was torn, and his charismatic grin was replaced by a grimace of pain.

Alastor's radio tower echoed with static as he clumsily attempted to patch up his wounds. His fight with Adam had gone…worse than expected. But his stitching efforts were in vain, for every stitch only seemed to unravel further, his crimson essence staining the makeshift bandages. His momma had taught him to stitch better than this, but even now, he seemed to fail her teachings. 

As frustration threatened to consume him, a familiar voice broke through the static. "Alastor, what in Lucifer's name have you gotten yourself into now?" Y/N's exasperated tone cut through the air, their footsteps echoing up the stairs of the tower. Storming into his tower, Y/N rushed to Alastor’s side. Like him, their clothes were marred and hair matted but otherwise no worse for wear. 

Alastor turned to face his best friend, a mixture of relief and pain in his face. His grin, while returning to save face, was tight. 

 "Ah, Y/N, fancy seeing you here. Just a minor setback, nothing to worry about," he said, attempting to downplay the severity of his injuries.

Y/N's expression softened as they approached, taking in the extent of Alastor's wounds. "Minor setback? You look like you've been through a meat grinder, Al," they chided, shaking their head in disbelief. "Honestly, sometimes I wonder if you have a death wish."

Alastor chuckled weakly, wincing as Y/N gently began to assess his injuries. 

"Carelessness is not a trait I would readily associate with myself, my dear friend," he replied, though the pain in his voice betrayed his bravado. 

“So it ain’t carelessness when my best friend decides to fight a freaking angelic being? Let alone the first man? What were you thinking, Al?”

“He got lucky, he lacked discipline, any sort of control. The man was sloppy!”

Grabbing the supplies off the desk and plucking the needle out of Alastor’s hand, Y/N set to work; their touch firm yet gentle as they began to stitch up Alastor's torn flesh. Despite the discomfort, Alastor found solace in their presence, the familiarity of their touch grounding him amidst the chaos. Alastor winced as the needle pierced his flesh, the pain a sharp reminder of his recent brush with mortality. Yet, a tension lingered in the air, unspoken words weighing heavily on both their minds.

"You still need to be more careful, Alastor," Y/N admonished, their voice tinged with concern. "You can't keep throwing yourself into fights you won’t win."

Alastor's gaze flickered upwards, meeting Y/N's eyes, a flicker of vulnerability shining in his own. "But sometimes, the battle chooses me, not the other way around. Ha ha." he replied, his voice laced with false humor. 

Y/N huffed out a sigh, gaze hardening with a mixture of frustration and affection etched across their features. "That's not an excuse, Al. You're not invincible, despite what you may think," they said, their tone gentle yet firm.

Silence hung between them, the weight of unspoken words lingering in the air. And then, in a moment of uncharacteristic vulnerability, Alastor spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.

Alastor's brows furrowed, a flicker of defiance in his gaze. "And what would you have me do, Y/N? Sit idly by while angelic chaos reigns and threatens everything I have worked for?" he retorted, his tone sharp with frustration.

Y/N's hands paused mid-stitch, their expression a mixture of hurt and exasperation. "That's not what I'm saying, Alastor, and you know it," 

“Then what are you saying dear? That I am weak, a fool? When you speak your rancid insults do annunciate, it’s the polite thing to do..”

They replied, their voice barely above a whisper. "I just... I can't bear the thought of losing you."

The admission hung heavy in the air, the weight of unspoken emotions finally coming to the surface. Alastor's façade faltered, his crimson eyes softening as he met Y/N's gaze. "Y/N, I..." he began, the words catching in his throat as he struggled to find the right words. He had messed up. 

Before he could continue, Y/N shook their head, a tear slipping down their cheek. "Forget it, Alastor. I shouldn't have said anything," they whispered, their voice thick with emotion.

As the last stitch was set in place, a silence washed over the radio tower, a brief respite from the chaos of the world below. Standing up slowly, Y/N moved to take their leave. Suddenly, Alastor grabbed their wrist, forcing them to stay in place. 

"Perhaps I'm not as invincible as I'd like to believe," he admitted, his gaze falling to the floor. "But in a world as chaotic as ours, sometimes protecting the person you…cherish… that’s the only way to survive."

[bad-science]

Penis Friday? Well not anymore!!!

Revs chainsaw

[s-dei]

take a meme and make it double

[lonelyzarquon]

The Brides of Dracula (1960) dir. Terence Fisher

[muekyn]

eren throughout the entirety of the rumbling