#(but it's something)

[the-modern-typewriter]

Hiii! Could you please write some hurt comfort hero and villain? Where it has a “who did this to you” vibes! Thanks! No pressure if you don’t want to!

"You look..." The villain's gaze travelled slowly up the hero, taking in the hard lines of them, the uncanny iciness that had replaced a once warm, familiar face. "Different."

"And you look like hell. Let's get you out of here."

Despite the fact that the hero had just blown the villain's chains to smithereens, the villain didn't move. They leaned heavily against the cold concrete wall of their cell, still staring.

The hero's fingers flexed agitated at their sides.

"I can - if you're hurt, I can help you stand. I don't - you're safe now."

It was like an act they didn't know how to play any more. The script was the same, but the tongue behind the words was a sharper thing. A whittled thing. Made hard and venomous with desperation. Like the world had taken an axe to everything that made the hero them and started hacking.

"Who did this to you?" the villain demanded.

"What?"

"You're all..." Their head lolled, as they tried to tilt it customarily to one side. Their broken fingers hurt too much to wiggle them effectively in the hero's direction, but they did their best. "Not you. All..."

"They hurt you," the hero said. Flat. Deadly.

The villain wet their cracked, swollen lips. Their voice came out raspy. "I heard screaming."

"Yeah." Something dark and protective simmered in the hero's eyes. It looked awfully a lot like 'they deserved it'. Like how the villain's eyes used to look, through a mirror darkly, until the pain scorched through everything cold and steely inside them.

"You killed people. You killed...you came for me."

"We need to go," the hero said, through gritted teeth. "We need to get you out of here. Come on." The hero ducked down, only to falter when their gruff tug immediately made the villain's whole world go fuzzy with hurting. The touch turned gentle as the villain flinched. The hero's hands floundered, like they no longer knew the language of caring, but still remembered that they wanted to try.

A stupid prickle of tears stung the villain's eyes.

"Who did this to you? Who-"

"-Please," the hero said. "Put your arms around me. You need to work with me here. Please."

The villain wrapped their aching arms around the hero's shoulders. The hero lifted them up, holding them oh so carefully. Being upright was still enough to make the villain's vision pop and then blacken.

When they regained consciousness, they were walking through a slaughter house. Blood everywhere. As if a hurricane given teeth and claws had ripped through the building.

"Did I do this?" the villain asked.

"No, love."

But that wasn't quite right.

"No, I mean - I was gone," the villain said. Their head felt so fuzzy with everything they had been given, but the sharp edges of the hero were so clear, if only they could find the words to paint the picture half as well, let the knowledge swirling inside them settle. "You were on your own. How long have you been trying to rescue me?"

"It's going to be alright, okay? I've got you. You're alright."

"Are you?"

"I'm not the one who's been tortured!" It came out a snap, and maybe the villain should have flinched after an eternity of raised voices and raised weapons, but they didn't.

"You don't do so well on your own," the villain said instead, softly. "You never have."

The hero's throat bobbed as they swallowed, convulsive, choking something down. "Don't."

The villain raised a hand, rubbing their thumb over the gaunt line of the hero's face.

The hero flinched back.

"It's going to be alright," the villain said. "You're going to be alright. I've got you."

"You -" The hero laughed then, a broken thing. They jerked their head to the side but it didn't hide the tears glinting in their eyes. "Maybe let's not focus on me right now. You were - what they did to you - they told that they - I should have got here faster."

"I'm sorry they used me against you."

"Don't."

"Tell me their names?"

"They're all dead."

"Tell me anyway."

"I killed them."

"I know, love. Tell me anyway."

The hero swore, but the villain could practically watch some life creep back into those icy eyes. Some horror. Some thing that wasn't a stranger. Their hero. The hero held them a little tighter, cradling them a little closer against their chest.

"Just - later. Let me get you help. You need help."

Well, the villain couldn't argue with that. Still. Their own body didn't feel half as perturbing as the way the hero's eyes iced over again, determined to see through the job, to not shatter no matter what they'd done to get to where they were. To get the villain back. To save them.

They tucked themselves closer to the hero's chest, to their heart - thumping proof of life, proof of hope, proof that maybe they hadn't entirely lost the thing they cared about most of all.

Who did this to you?

But the villain didn't really need to ask.

The answer was always their own name.

[musette22]

Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan reunited at the Hollywood Walk of Fame 25 July, 2024

[my-rose-tinted-glasses]

JACK & JOKER: U Steal My Heart! Mark Siwat as Aran Episode 3

for @waitmyturtles💜

[thehypnone]

"Why do you still do that?" Dewdrop asked in a bout of bravery, stroking Phantom's hair.

"What?" he looked up at him from his lap, with confusion painted all over his face. His soft lavender eyes suddenly made the fire ghoul not so courageous.

"The... when you're with us, but then you're... not," he muttered and looked away.

"Oh..."

"It's... nevermind," Dewdrop's heart immediately started to ache at the hurt shadowing Phantom's face. "I'm sorry, forget it."

"Amman?" (Why?)

"Im vorgoroth," he whispered in their mother tongue after a moment of near painful silence. (I'm still afraid.)

"It's all too good to be true," Phantom smiled, crookedly and bitterly. After all these-- "I'm afraid it's not real."

"It's been years, ant, you know we--"

"I know, but... it was the same there. It's was too good and when I finally let myself believe... well."

Dewdrop knew. He knew what happened and every time he thought about it he was filled with such rage it was a miracle nothing got set on fire.

He didn't know what to say, how to comfort Phantom, but even though he may have not understood---not really---he knew what fear was.

"Iston. Cenon." (I know. I see.)

"I will always protect you," he promised and even if it was too hard for the quintessence ghoul to believe, it was the truth and Dewdrop was not afraid of repeating it. however many times it should be needed to be repeated. "Whatever happens, I'm with you. Voro, gweston." (Always, I swear.)

[unhinged-comics-screaming]

Marvel Rivals 2099 map of all places actually referencing Drax's history as a terran instead of everyone making him a random guy from an unimportant planet with beef with Thanos

[spyroid101]

Forget the whole “Find your missing children” plot

I JUST WANNA FIND AND HUNT DOWN WHOEVER IT WAS THAT HURT THESE TINY BABIES

[skylar-325]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs) Characters: Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs) Additional Tags: Mild Smut, Soft Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Not Beta Read, Needy Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs) Summary:

“If you take off your shirt then I’ll let you hit me once. I won’t dodge it, pinky promise.”

A slight red dusted his cheeks as Chuuya frowned “…I can’t tell if you’re serious right now.”

“Oh I’m deadly serious. I’ll swear it on Chuuya’s little hat.”

“You-!”

“See, you want to hit me quite badly don’t you? It’s just a simple exchange.”

[houserosaire]

Prompt #1: Steer

The hatchling was a sturdy little thing. Seraphin easily could see the promise of future strength and fleetness in his small but well shaped legs. The little bird’s eyes shone exceptionally bright and keen as they turned again and again toward the boy whose hands rested so gently on his sides. Seraphin could readily read the promise of future strength in those hands too, and all the rest of his younger brother’s rangy rawboned frame. What he could not quite see was just what Silvaineaux was doing.

He leaned over the door of the stall, peering in over his folded arms for a moment until Silvaineaux looked up from his place on the straw. “Look at him, Seraphin, isn’t he a clever one?”

Seraphin leaned a bit closer. “What am I looking at?” He asked indulgently. “What are you doing?”

“I’m training him.” Silvaineaux said, in a tone that suggested anyone ought to have known it.

“Don’t you think he’s just a trifle young for riding yet?” 

There was something that was not quite scorn in the mismatched eyes that turned on him. “Obviously. But he’s not too young to learn how to steer.”

Seraphin laughed. “He’s too small for a bridle.”

“The other kind.” Silvaineaux said. “Watch.”

“I can’t see much from here.”

“So come in.”

Thus given permission, Seraphin slipped into the stall and seated himself on the straw in the corner. “Alright, show me your wonders.”

“Watch him.”

Seraphin watched. Not just the little bird, but the rapidly growing youth who hovered over him, crawling about in the straw like a groom rather than a Baron’s son. Or rather, a Baron’s little brother. That thought was still fresh enough to wound, but he pushed it down. And watched instead the small shift of the hands on the little bird's sides, a little press of a forefinger and gamely the little creature shifted his direction, glancing upward with a small chirp. 

“Good, Joyeux.” Silvaineaux said. 

“Can you get him to do it again?” Seraphin asked, leaning forward.

“Of course.” Sure enough one small shift of a forefinger behind the little wing and Joyeux turned the other way. The little chirp that followed sounded a touch more certain. “Yes, Joyeux. That’s the way.” Silvaineaux said.

Seraphin thought perhaps it was.

[arandomnerd5896]

Colors don't want to color so here's a wip I guess?

This is/will be punk Lethica. I was thinking of maybe implying the mask with piercings or something but tbh idk. Also probably gonna redo the nose because the shape doesn't feel right for Lethica.

[the-lookbook]

some of my black and white film photography from the last couple years. locations: austin (tx, usa), boulder (co, usa), lisbon (portugal), sintra (portugal), milan (italy).

[thevoiceinyourheadx]

The urge to lie down in a forest and become one with the moss

[saturnvs]

the chest pain that comes with living under constant stress is really something huh. ouch

[ivyprism]

Happy Birthday, @fanvoidkeith

Don't imagine Captain holding your hand and leading you forward while you have a blindfold on your eyes. He leads you to a place and you can hear the sound of soft music as he slowly takes off the blindfold.

He blushes and huffs. "I figured we should do something...nice for your birthday so." You find he made a picnic for you! There are flowers all around and he sets up the picnic. Once you sit, eat, and talk about many things. He slowly reaches for something in his bag and offers it to you. It's a wrapped rectangle shaped thing.

You open it and it's a novel! The novel is called "The Skeleton and his partner" and it has a beautiful cover.

"I- I figured..." Captain coughs into his hand. "You'd like it... I um... I wrote it myself. Had to get a bunch of help on it. I hope you like it... Happy birthday."

[revenantghost]

!!!!!!

If anyone's been wary of being on bsky because you can't mute words (like me), it's coming! And given... everything, it might not hurt just to have an account in the wings if you're interested

[thatiwouldbe]

i've written 830 words can someone pls clap for me