#the mood continues on

[daemon-in-my-head]

Hey, what if Gortash saw Durge down in the colony? What if he saw and Durge recognised him? What if Durge, all bruised and broken, tried their best to approach the horrified tyrant? What if they managed to cling to his ankle, covered in blood and wounds so severe no one should be able to survive them?

And what if the tyrant simply... Took a step back when he finally met what might've been their eyes before?

What if he freed himself from their grasp? What if he simply turned around? What if he ran away from the horrors before him, refusing to acknowledge what has become of them?

What if his actions were what genuinely broke Durge? What if this single interaction was what caused their memory to truly, completely fail? What if it wasn't Orin, or him by extention, but legitimately his one wrong move that killed his beloved companion?

What then?

[zongzhii]

Local cowboy gets the tables turned on him

[chibassy]

Alien stage? More like alien sillies. The idiots.

[fairytail-incorrectquotes]

Lucy: If you were to die, what would your last words be? Natsu: I love you Lucy: Aww, me too! Lucy: What about you, Gray? Gray: Finally. Erza: No.

[anniilaugh]

🖤 The Emptiness Machine - Part 1.

A lyric comic + an AU where Sanji has had a kind of ”Gollum-Smeagol” situation with Stealth Black for all his life. Tired of being in the back seat Black’s gaslighting intensifies to fully take control. But does Zoro know?

Visit me and this comic at bluesky!🦋

[hyohaehyuk]

Source: Bustle - Spilling Set Secrets With The Stars Of Interview With The Vampire S2

Note: So apparently this is “new” — though apparently it was published in May 2024 right after the premiere… I dont know if with some many articles/news around that time people missed this one and someone finally found it or if Bustle forgot to post the link on their social media and remembered to promote this article now.

[atlalasassy]

Jean Moreau’s main two emotions are scared and horny and sometimes both at the same time

[synthe4u]

The stress was beginning to seep in. Your eyebags becoming more visible by the day. No one could tell you were more tired than the past week.

You were more quiet and less aggressive in your talking. You seem to have lost your spirit in a way, but of course, the man in the mask figured it out.

Ghost eyed you on the other side of the room. You were bobbing your head, nearly falling asleep before being shaken awake by the slight fall of your body.

You were being distracted by the lights and paid no mind to Ghost's wandering eyes.

It wasn't until around 2100 (9:00pm) when he knocked at your door. You weren't asleep yet. Your light was still on.

Opening the door you asked, "Is something wrong?"

You hadn't changed out of uniform and still seemed out of it.

"Why aren't you asleep?"

"Why are you awake?"

You snapped back at him. You weren't in the mood. You've been tolerable all day, no arguments or fights, but it's clear he came to ruin that.

He stared at you in silence. The mask made him more intimidating which caused you to fess up.

You ran your hands through you hair, frowning in disgust at the knots in your hair.

"Just some family problems is all."

"Losing sleep over your family?"

You sighed, "What do you need?"

"Need you to sleep so we could complete this mission."

"I'm not broken, I can still do the mission."

Silence permeated the hall, other than the occasional fizzle from that one light the base swears isn't broken or haunted.

"Can I come in?"

The door widened a foot further, allowing the masked man inside. You didn't understand why you would let him in. You don't let anyone in your room, at least, not for silly matters like this.

He followed you further into your room after shutting the door, and settled on the side of your bed. You didn't have time to question it before you fell.

Collapsing on the spot, Ghost caught you before the ground could do actual damage to your body.

I guess the sleep had caught up to you, just as Ghost had caught you.

Sleep truly is not for the weak. Stay healthy, guys.

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[josukespimphand]

the new season is so close, im about to throw up

[villain-enthusiast]

Hi Hello!! Would you please continue the snippet of villain finding hero dying? A lot of whump and caretaking would be great! (By the way.. just wanted to say this...I love your work!!)

so glad u enjoyed! hope this is also to your liking ☺️

part one

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The hero came to with a start.

They shifted, groaning as their stiff muscles and joints ached. But they noticed that their body was comfortable, sinking into a soft mattress and swaddled in thick blankets—

Wait, what?

They blinked several times as fragmented memories flashed through their head, The blinding pain of the stab wound. Their broken comms. Blood, too much blood. They were going to die without help…

The villain. The villain finding them in the alleyway, gathering them up in their arms—

“You’re awake.”

The hero jolted, head whipping to the bedside, where the villain had apparently stood up from the chair behind them.

How long had they been waiting there?

They moved to prop themselves up, but the villain’s hands were immediately on their shoulders, gently urging them back down onto the stupidly comfortable bed.

“Don’t move too much. You’ll break the stitches,” the villain warned. They pulled the blanket covering the hero’s torso away to examine the bandages wrapped around their side.

It was then the hero realized that they had been scrubbed clean and given a new pair of sweatpants, every cut and scratch from their recent altercation carefully dressed.

Their eyes met the villain’s in silent questioning.

You did all this for me?

“I swear I didn’t look,” the villain blurted suddenly. “When I was bathing and changing you. I didn’t—.” They cut themselves off awkwardly, cheeks a little pink.

Oh, that’s not… Despite themselves, the hero smiled, or what they could attempt as a smile. Their jaw was incredibly sore from being socked twice in one day.

They opened their mouth to speak, to tell the villain that it was fine and that what they really meant was thank you—

The villain shushed them. “You have some bruising on your neck. It’ll hurt to talk. You should just rest.”

The hero scowled at them. “I—,” they attempted, and immediately regretted their choice as their swollen throat flared up.

The villain gave them a "told you so" look, and the hero leveled another glare at them.

It suddenly occurred to the hero how helpless they were. Can't move, can't speak. If the villain wanted to kill them, now would be the chance. Luring them into a false sense of security, giving them one last taste of comfort before—

“I just saved your fucking life. Stop looking at me like that.”

The hero frowned. Like what? they mouthed.

“Like you think I’m gonna kill you or something. I can be a half-decent person sometimes, y’know," the villain said. Their expression softened. “I’m not a monster.”

The villain's gaze flickered with something the hero couldn't quite place as they watched each other in comfortable silence. It was an understanding, in that moment, that the villain was not going to kill them, and that they had meant everything they said and more.

I couldn’t just leave you to die in that alleyway.

The villain sighed and turned to leave the room. Panic shot through the hero—they needed to say something to the villain, damn their throat—and before they could think twice about it, they reached out and took the villain’s hand in their own. Rough calluses from what was likely decades of training scraped against their palm.

The villain stared at them, but they didn’t pull away. Their fingers wrapped gently around the hero’s, cautious. Expectant.

“Thank you,” the hero croaked, “for saving me.”

The villain was silent for several heartbeats, watching the hero with those dark—so beautifully dark—eyes.

They took a breath, as if readying themselves for whatever they were going to say. “You mean too much to me," they finally said, voice low. "I'm not ready to let you go." Their hand lingered on the hero's, as if to seal their statement, to make a promise and keep it.

Then they released their hold, and the hero wished they could tell them to stay—that they wanted them to stay—but the villain was already closing the door behind them, and fatigue overtook them before they could process anything else.

When the hero awoke the next morning, the villain was nowhere to be found. But in the chair by their bedside, they found a fresh set of clothes, a cup of water, and a note:

Be back soon. - Villain

And though their jaw still ached, the hero smiled, fully and wholly.

[trans-wojak]

[autisticaradiamegido]

day 30

sigh

yeah

[n0bluev]

Another, zzz

[reactionimagesdaily]

[fairytail-incorrectquotes]

Lucy: When I asked for a spoon, I meant the utensil.

Natsu, hugging her from behind: Oh.

[mistxmood]

at first i got struck at the idea of bill's mom nicknaming him "Silly Billy" and then i had the image of him stuck in a dog cone and then spiraled from there

image description under cut!

[Image Description: The first drawing is of Bill Cipher, splintering cracks over his face and in his orange jumpsuit, sitting down with his hat in one hand, and the single atom left behind of his home dimension floating in his other hand. He has a forlorn look on his expression.]

[The second drawing is of Bill Cipher, still with his cracks but now without his jumpsuit. However, he still has a tracker anklet on. He's wearing a dog cone and is grumpy about wearing it. End image description.]

[The third drawing, he is freed from the cone. Instead, stickers litter his face ranging from a smiley face over a crack, a rainbow sticker, hearts and a star and a little cat face. He looks almost bored, or exhausted, having given up on resistance. He's accompanied by Mabel Pines, sitting on her knees and hunched over a sticker page, looking up at Dipper Pines besides her who is gesturing at her and Bill, befuddled at the situation.]

[The fourth drawing is of baby Bill Cipher, but as an older interpretation; he has black arms and legs. A pair of disembodied arms accompany him. One is holding a cup with a green silly straw sticking out of it, and the other is squeezing his cheek and cooing, "And make sure you drink it all this time, you Silly Billy!" Bill whines back, "MOOOOM! Don't CALL me thaat."]

[The fifth drawing is of Bill Cipher, covered in blood instead of cracks or stickers. His eye is large and sparkly, and he's poking himself in the cheek and acting bashful. He's accompanied with the text, "C'moon I'm just a silly Bill!" with a little heart emoji besides it. End image description]