#its in the header

[hinamie]

how many hoodies can i give this kid

[bananymousse]

😏 Heh... You'll never see this coming...

[makeshiftloops]

Me: dude, I should draw TMA art of Martin in The Lonely and make it look super depressing

Also me: ✨shapes and colors the likes of which I’ve never seen✨ Haha oops

[tekitothemagpie]

This was hanging on Zoro's walls in Gloomy Island.

[ruikasas]

[arcanegifs]

30 CaitVi Season 2 Tumblr Mobile Gif Headers (download link)

Showcase of some of the headers:

‼️ DO NOT DIRECTLY SAVE THESE FROM TUMBLR ‼️ The headers on Tumblr are compressed. They won't look good if you save them here directly. They're only here for a preview. Please view and download them all from Google Drive instead. Download Link: (HERE)

Some more notes:

There are 30 basic gif headers in the gdrive for you to choose. Please like/reblog if you do use them.

If you don't know how to upload a mobile header, you can find my guide here.

PLEASE MAKE SURE YOUR BLOG BACKGROUND IS WHITE or BLACK (depending on the bottom header effect). Else, the header effect will look off.

DO NOT RESIZE THE HEADER WHEN USING THEM. It will look wonky. Just click "done" after you upload them.

You can find a masterlist of all my Tumblr mobile and Discord headers here. I'll update the masterlist with these new season 2 headers when I'm more free.

Credit is not necessary, but highly appreciated.

Enjoy!

[suntails]

stalemate

[userfrieren]

[stemmmm]

Billford fic recs!

I was asked a while ago (i believe by @kerink ?) when I shared a list of the currently active fics I was reading if I could do a broader rec list as well, so here it is! not a ton of oneshots since I didn't try to keep good track of fics until very recently. will likely update this over time!

there is ONE non-triangle bill in here, but what he is in that one is vague so maybe he could still be the triangle. schrodingers triangle.

Collections:

Valentines 3K challenge (all explicit)

you know it. you love it. if you haven't read all of them though, you're missing the fuck out

Stan Bros Coffee (G and explicit)

the espresso-Bill AU! there's a bunch of little fics about it and they're all in here!

Billford Egg Hunt 2025 (all explicit)

that man gets eggs laid in him

Oneshots: (most oneshot recs are in the collections)

Eternal Devotion - Illusions of the Heart (explicit)

have you ever read a horror story posing as a love story? are you interested in the most unhinged yet cohesive internal monologue ever crafted? do you wonder why keyhole suddenly became so prominent in the fandom out of nowhere? all of these and more await you in here. click the link-- i am a normal fanfic

touch and go (teen)

it's portal ford, baby! great exploration of what prolonged isolation does to people and has excellent bill being sweeties

Haha He Fucked That...Spider? (explicit)

again, portal ford! he's the master of getting himself in stupid situations, and bill is the master of getting him out of them in the ways ford appreciates the least

Hazing Ritual (mature)

Ford takes a hike in the woods in the middle of the night with his cock out and Bill comes to say hi

Longfics:

Theseus' Guide To Ruining A Perfectly Good Boat (mature) (complete in my heart bc i know what happens)

why are you still following me if you haven't read this yet. y'all know what this is

Then it becomes, it becomes, it becomes a problem (mature) (complete)

how bad do things have to get before bill finally chooses to cut his shit out? the answer may surprise you! during-betrayal fic where bill makes the ingenious decision to bring a third party into the mix as if that would solve anything. breathtaking prose, magnificent character work, and the best fucking bill cipher writing and analysis there is! SO funny, SO raw and emotional. Jan deserves to ascend to godhood at the cost of all of her family and friends. as a treat.

Creative Solution (unrated, but i'd call it mature) (complete)

what if bill erased ford's memories of the betrayal and weirdmageddon happened? touches on what it's like to be in a relationship where you're both deeply mentally ill and insecure in a way that really, truly hits me. absolute masterwork of digging through bill's fucked up psyche and the ways in which he Can and Will spiral forever AND BE SURE TO STICK AROUND FOR THE EPILOGUE: A VISIT TO THE PINES WHICH IS MY FAVORITE SHIT EVER!!! proving to your parents what a failure you are will always have good results! definitely break no-contact, only good things can happen!

Property of Bill Cipher (explicit) (good as complete)

pre-portal character exploration. the only fic i think ive ever seen that dares to say bill was doing extremely fucked up shit with ford the entire time before things went bad between them, it's just that after the betrayal, ford viewed it all in a different light. handles bill's obsession with the guy so nicely, does not shy away from the scary and unnerving in just the way i love it! it's incomplete, but the story is really just a series of vignettes leading up to and a little after the betrayal, so we all know how this is all going to end anyways. this one is formative billford for me

Multiversal Manhunt Moved to Your Backyard (explicit, but only the final chapter) (complete)

set during weirdmageddon, bill and ford make a deal to play a game of sexy scary hide and seek. it's so fun to root for the villain. this author has an amazing grasp on the character voices and tone, this is SUCH a delightful read and despite knowing exactly how it's gonna end, the tension still keeps you at the edge of your seat!

On the Level (mature) (incomplete)

marine biology AU where ford is a researcher on a deep sea base and bill is some sort of eldritch horror at the bottom of the sea. writing is lovely and it's really got the slow, ominous horror vibe down pat. it's tagged for Alien(1979) references so i'm personally waiting for bill to violently murder all of these people <3 also this is the non-triangle fic i was referring to

Take A Chance (explicit) (incomplete)

handyman bill thats very focused on how poorly bill and ford are able to communicate with each other, and boy, theyre bad at it. lots of cute family shenanigans and overall a very lighthearted read!

Dream Operator (mature) (incomplete)

post canon billford my beloved. Bill is trapped in the Theraprism, Ford is off doing his boat adventures with his brother, yet neither of them get the other out of their dreams. Literally. goofy dream shenanigans abound!

tear flesh from my skeleton just to feel something genuine (rated teen, it is NOT teen) (incomplete)

VIVISECTIONNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!

It’s Better Than Sex! It’s Vivisection! (mature) (complete)

ONE FUCKING GUESSSSS!!!!!!!!!!

Impossible Geometries and Biologies (explicit) (complete)

pregnant bill fic that i have some Opinions about but it gets to stay because I like the speculative bio they do just that much

[sunandflame]

Where Flame Rests

When someone who’s always protected finally lets themselves be protected, it’s a sacred kind of softness.

Warnings: none, just fluff

Word Count: 1338

Pairing: Kyojuro Rengoku x Wife!Reader

crossposted on AO3

a/n: the beautiful header art is from the amazing and sweet @erexart who also gave me this super cute request idea. I am sorry for the other ideas but this one just made my heart flutter and I had to write this. And I had so much fun while doing that I had to turn it into a fic and not drabble! So thank you so much for that🥹❤️

The sun had dipped low in the sky, filtering through the shoji screen in streaks of amber and gold — the kind of light that made shadows stretch and warmth linger just a little longer across the wooden floorboards.

You sat with your back propped against the wall of the engawa, knees loosely bent beneath the familiar weight of his head in your lap.

Kyojuro’s hair had grown unruly these past months.

The wild length of it spilled like fire over your thighs, tangled in places where sleep or sweat or battle-weary days had woven little knots of neglect. It was still beautiful — golden silk ignited with vermillion tips — but it had taken on the unpolished look of someone who was no longer performing for the world. No longer standing tall on the battlefield, blade in hand, flame in his voice.

He didn’t need to anymore.

You dipped your fingers into the strands gently, lifting them away from his neck, trying not to tug too hard where the worst of the tangles had taken root. You felt him shift slightly, a soft exhale brushing against the fabric of your yukata.

“I’m not hurting you, am I?” you asked softly.

He shook his head. Or, tried to. It barely registered as a twitch.

“No… it feels nice.” His voice was low and warm, like kindling on embers — no longer roaring, but still unmistakably Kyojuro.

There had been a time when he wouldn’t let you help.

Not out of pride, never that, but because he didn’t want to burden you. His arms, though still strong, no longer moved like they once did. His grip failed him on bad days, and the old wound near his ribs made even the simplest stretches feel like drawn blades against his skin. It was humbling for him, who once stood unshaken before Upper Moons.

But lately, he’d started letting go more.

He leaned into your help. He leaned into you.

And tonight, he’d let his knees fold beneath him on the tatami and rest his head in your lap without asking — just tilted his head with that quiet look in his eyes, and you understood.

The brush glided through his hair now with more ease. You detangled the worst of it with slow fingers, working your way through flame-colored lengths that gleamed in the fading light. Your hands knew his hair the way your heart knew his rhythm — slow now, less rushed. But still steady. Still warm.

He hummed once, a soft sound of contentment, before going utterly still.

You didn’t speak.

You didn’t need to.

Instead, you leaned forward just slightly, brushing your lips against the crown of his head, where the heat of him was strongest, and stayed there.

His breathing had evened out.

Your fingers stilled where they had been combing slowly through the final strands, and you smiled to yourself, holding still like the moment might shatter if you so much as breathed too loud.

Kyojuro Rengoku — your husband, your flame — had fallen asleep in your lap.

The weight of him was warm, familiar. Trusting.

You rested one hand gently across his shoulder, the other still buried in his hair.

And for once, you allowed yourself to be the strong one. To protect him from the cold draft seeping in through the paper doors. To run your fingers through fire without fear.

To keep him safe — as he had done for so long — here, in the quiet he finally deserved.

He stirred in the warmth of half-sleep, not yet ready to leave the quiet.

There was a pressure beneath his cheek — soft, warm — and fingers still threaded through his hair like whispers. His body registered the weight and presence of you before his mind did. He knew it in the way a tree knows sunlight.

You were there.

His wife.

His beloved.

He stayed still, not wanting to break the peace that wrapped around him like a woven blanket. There were things he remembered vaguely: the gentle tug of a brush in his hair, your voice asking if it hurt, the faintest kiss against the crown of his head. And then, nothing. Sleep had pulled him under like the tide.

It was rare for him to fall asleep like that. So quickly. So trustingly.

But your lap had felt like home. And your hands… gods, your hands.

They had once trembled when touching his wounds, when caring for him after Akaza. But now they moved with the confidence of love — steady and patient. Not afraid of his pain. Not afraid of him.

He opened his eyes slowly.

You were looking down at him.

Noticing, maybe, that he was awake now — but you didn’t speak. You just smiled.

His breath caught in his throat.

There was a softness to your expression that belonged only to these stolen, quiet moments. Hair loosely pulled back, eyes half-lidded with peace, fingers still tangled in his hair like you’d never stopped brushing it — like you didn’t want to.

He had seen you bloodied in battle. Crying in grief. Laughing in celebration.

But like this — serene, devoted, gently watchful — you were something sacred.

He wanted to thank you. Say your name. But the words didn’t come.

His body didn’t move.

He didn’t want to disturb the way you looked at him now. As though he wasn't a retired Flame Hashira with a body that betrayed him some days. As though he was still whole, still strong — still worthy of this kind of love.

A hand rose, slowly, from where it rested at your side. He reached for you — not with urgency, but reverence — and let his fingers graze along the hem of your sleeve.

You looked down, tilting your head. “You’re awake?”

He nodded, a small smile pulling at the corner of his lips. “Only just,” he whispered, voice still thick with sleep. “I didn’t mean to… fall asleep like that.”

“You needed it,” you murmured. And then, quieter still: “I’m glad you let yourself rest.”

Kyojuro closed his eyes again.

The pulse of love inside his chest was slow, but steady — a kind of heat that didn’t roar like fire, but glowed with a gentler burn. The kind that stayed through the night.

He moved his hand to rest over your knee and gave it a small, grateful squeeze. “You’re so good to me…”

You brushed your fingers through his bangs again, tucking them away from his face. “Of course I am.”

His throat tightened.

So much had been taken from him — the speed of his sword, the power in his arms, the battles that once gave his life shape. And yet… here, in your lap, wrapped in the scent of sakura and late summer wind, he had never felt richer.

He had everything.

Everything he had ever fought to protect — love, warmth, a place to lay his head — lived here, in the curve of your smile and the cradle of your lap.

“I think I could stay here forever,” he murmured. And in a voice made soft by the weight of emotion he rarely let show, he added, “I love you.”

You bent slowly, gently, and kissed his forehead — and if he hadn't been so still, he might’ve trembled from it.

“I know,” you whispered back. “I love you too.”

And for once, he let himself believe it fully.

[onehellofajellyfish]

Happy Pride Month! Have this completely unedited screenshot from season 1 to kick us off

[7kyujin]

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[nilefreemans]

Yusuf and Nicolo/ JoeNicky / immortal husbands / kaysanova headers from The Old Guard 2

like or reblog if using || my other old guard edits || andy and nile

[curioud-epic]

Wouldn't You Like

[yutapet]

Liquid Smooth

[arcanegifs]

GOD THE WAY THEY LOOK AT EACH OTHER IM UNWELL