#with blood on his hands

[smokedanced]

                                   @rejectory    /    hannibal & will    /    as plotted ↷

Unsure... how he’s gotten here.  Will’s arm shakes so violently he has to grab it with his uninjured hand; he’s soaked from the rain, trembling softly all over.

He must’ve driven himself one-handed. His left hand doesn’t function; he can feel all his fingers, can technically move them, but doing so sends a searing pain so strong through his veins that it blurs his vision a little... Though maybe that’s just the rain in his eyes. Barefoot, in his pyjamas, the cold of the rain burns his skin as it hits him.

Dragging mud with his pants’ legs, he shelters himself almost flat against Hannibal Lecter’s front door to get away from the worst of the rain, and knocks rapidly.

It’s the middle of the night.

It’s the middle of the night but he has a large fishing hook through his palm, between the delicate bones of his hand, and while he doesn’t think he’s bleeding (some of the blood is wet, but it’s the rain, soaking the dried blood all over again), his options... He’s not sure how he’s gotten here, but it does seem better than the ER. He doesn’t feel like explaining how it happened. Hannibal knows he sleepwalks. Well, now he apparently also sleep-rams-sharp-objects-into-his-own-flesh. A short, dark laugh escapes him; how’s that for crazy? He’s harmed himself while unconscious, or just forgotten about it. Hell, he’s driven a car, in some semi-conscious state. Without even having put his shoes on. Maybe he does need to be locked up. If he can injure himself like this without being aware of it happening, how long until he begins to harm other people?

When the door unlocks, he doesn’t even look at Hannibal, just slinks in to the foyer like a cat, still dragging mud with his feet. Lifting his hand for his psychiatrist to see,    ❝ I need... I didn’t know where else to go. ❞

[ruporas]

need to exist in your warmth (id in alt)

[wombywoo]

aftercare ❤️‍🩹

[hualianschild]

tumblr should have a pin comment button but shoutout to this one <3

[potato-lord-but-not]

and our next course: Michael Shelley

[mithrandirl]

Then an old wife, Ioreth, the eldest of the women who served in that house, looking on the fair face of Faramir, wept, for all the people loved him. And she said: ‘Alas! if he should die. Would that there were kings in Gondor, as there were once upon a time, they say! For it is said in old lore: The hands of the king are the hands of a healer. And so the rightful king could ever be known.’

[greenqueenhightower]

I can't stop thinking of how Otto brought 100 cats to the Red Keep to take the place of the hanged ratcatchers. There was a ferocious war going on, there was danger everywhere, and Otto had the time and energy to go like: "Man, we have way too many rats. Imma do something."

[moriaarts]

Cody o’clock!!! - Republic & Empire

[chuuzmii]

sometimes when i read things about louis i go a little bit insane like he is not sweet and docile and innocent. He is fucking goregous though and his looks do seem to disarm people a bit. But like louis is fucking crazy and DANGEROUS. They literally say in the show that he's the one you need to watch out for. He's sneaky and petty and manipulative and VIOLENT. He's not just the arm candy of powerful vampires like he IS a powerful vampire. Hes also rlly pretty and i love him.

[lilybug-02]

Looks like the entire household is together! I wonder where Miss. Toriel is?

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--Full Series--

A fun continuation! Lots of crazy vibes. Due to school, I'll be taking another month/months hiatus. I should really stop making so many cliffhangers ;P

[atomikats]

villain and violent, infant and innocent, baby both arms cradle you now, both arms cradle you now

[raepliica]

(content warning: blood)

Sewed Up Heart

[ID: A Trigun comic done in grayscale with red accents. First, an anatomical heart gushes blood, forming a puddle which shifts into Vash's coat. Vash's gloved hands can be seen sewing up a tear at the hem.

Vash raises his hands, which are now bare and covered in blood. He looks sweaty and distressed, and he raises his coat to his face and cries into it. His clenched hands rip the sewed portion apart, and the red thread leads to a heart whose own stitches are tearing apart. The background gets darker and darker, and the red looks brighter and starker against it.

Then the background returns to white, and brown-skinned hands using embroidery scissors snip a red thread. Wolfwood holds up Vash's repaired coat, grinning proudly, and does a happy thumbs-up in Vash's direction. Vash lifts his head, seeming distant.

Wolfwood holds out the coat. As Vash puts out his hand to take it, the cloth is replaced so Wolfwood is dropping a sewed-up heart in Vash's hand. Vash rubs the coat against his face with a teary smile. End ID] ID CREDITS

[lunacias]

(Silence. CARPENTER tries to rally HAYWARD's spirits. She's afraid she's going to lose him.)

"All three of us - we can all go on living, Hayward. Just like you said."

[criticalamityz]

can't wash you off

[decarbry]

heroes always stop

[waterwindow]

          "don't you wanna die for somethin worth dyin for?"

Emesis Blue scene redraw