#;; his worst nightmare

[kozmicmizuu]

just a lil thing i remembered from the manga

‼️manga spoilers‼️ chapter 152 kny!!

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akaza: what form was that?? did you make it?? tell me ur name!!

giyuu: what?

akaza: tell. me. your. name.

giyuu: aughhhh i don’t want to….

akaza: tf you mean you don’t want to???

giyuu: i dont feel like talking, leave me alone

akaza: WHAT- JUST TELL ME UR NAME??!?!?

giyuu: no

*a few days later, on a random ass mountain*

giyuu: LEAVE ME ALONE

akaza: TELL ME UR NAME SO I CAN REMEMBER YOU

giyuu: PLEASE LEAVE-

akaza: ok ok- so, here’s the deal, you tell me ur name and i’ll leave! how’s that?

giyuu: uh- ok…?

akaza: tell me then!

giyuu: ok… my name it g-

tanjiro: hi giyuu!!

giyuu and akaza: …

tanjiro: YOU-

akaza: THIS FUCKING BRAT AGAIN-

giyuu: i can’t have peace.

#demon slayer #kimestsu no yaiba manga #kimestu no yaiba #kny #giyuu tomioka #tanjiro kamado #kny akaza #manga chapter 152 #i thought this was funny #giyuu being tormented into talking #by a uppermoon #his worst nightmare #ft tanjiro #giyuu being sassy with a UP3 goes crazy #giyuu just left #he doesn’t get paid enough for this #he does actually #luckily the sun was coming up

[forgedroyalseal]

His Worst Nightmare

Chapter Eight

Will could only describe the energy of the cabin as chaotic, and not in the fun, lovable way that had followed him around since he was a child. The room was filled with his loved ones screaming at each other, everyone blaming someone else for something. None of them even turned to note his arrival to the scene.

“Why are they yelling?” He whispered to Alyss.

She gives him a sympathetic look that he was all too familiar with being on the receiving end of. A look that she, Jenny, and Cassandra had all apparently learned together. A look that said oh, you poor, clueless boy. “They’re just worried about you Will.”

“I wish they wouldn’t.”

“It’s not really a choice any of us made. It’s just something that happens when people meet someone like you.”

“Someone like me?” He cocks his head and raises an eyebrow.

Alyss flushes and shakes her head, “Someone who’s so hopeless, they need a whole army to keep them out of trouble.”

Will rolls his eyes, and they land on the only other quiet figure, hiding in the shadows.

“Cover for me with the others?” He asks.

Alyss’ furrows her eyebrows in confusion but nods nonetheless, just like he knew she would.

Will slips around the crowd, grateful that the source of his unseen movement wasn’t all stored in his right arm. He comes up beside Halt, who he realized had noticed him the moment he stepped out of his room.

Will offers the stoic, unreadable face a soft smile. “Hey Halt, do you wanna take a walk?”

Halt nods, somewhat hesitantly. Will pulls his cloak off its hook by the door and maneuvers it over his shoulders as they step out of the cabin. They bypass the horses, something Tug is clearly concerned about, but he seems to accept Will’s promise of an apple upon their return. Will limps slowly along, his bruised and weak body unused to the activity He was grateful Halt was gracious enough to half his pace without uttering a word.

They walk in silence for a while before Will breaks it. “I’m not angry. Not at you at least. You do know that right?”

“Will,” Halt sighed his name, which wasn’t uncommon, but the lack of exasperation was, “you have every right to hate me.”

Will stopped and frowned. “I don’t.”

“You flinched. When you woke up and saw me, you flinched away. You were afraid of me, I could see it in your eyes.”

“After what happened Halt,” Will let out a short, rueful laugh, “I’m terrified of my own shadow. You can’t take it personally. I mean, it took days for me to be okay with Horace reaching out toward me. I- I’m a wreak Halt. I go from scared to grateful to furious in a matter of minutes. I feel like I’m coming unraveled. I don’t know how to do this. How to exist in this state of… “ Will gestured to his stump, “incompletion.”

Halt’s heart ached for the boy and his hands itched to just hold him and tell him everything would be alright. And a month ago, he would’ve. But now, there was a ravine between them, and Halt wasn’t sure he had enough rope to get across it.

“I’m not angry at you for doing what you had to do. But,” Will sighs, “I am a little angry at you for leaving me when I needed you the most.”

And if that didn’t make Halt melt with shame, then nothing could. He felt smaller and stupider than he ever had. Because when Will laid it out so simply, Halt could see the blinding truth to his words. He had walked away, he abandoned Will during the absolute worst time of his life.

“Will-“

“Don’t apologize Halt. I get it. You were going through your own trauma. And I know that if I had called, you’d have come running.”

Will’s confidence in him was meant to be reassuring, but Halt’s blood chilled at the words. He tried to push it away, but one thought screamed at him over and over again. That if Will had sent for him, he wasn’t certain he’d have come.

They made their way back to the cabin slowly, but instead of turning up the veranda steps, Will passed them and shuffled to the stables.

“Will, come inside. You need rest.” Halt called after him.

Will waves him off as he reaches the horses. “I won’t be long. I just wanna say hi.” Tug nuzzled into Will’s chest as he stroked his gray mane.

“I missed you too bud. I hope Horace hasn’t been feeding you too many apples. Don’t want you to start liking him more than me.”

Tug lifted his head and gently sniffed at the bandages around Will’s shoulder. “Yeah, somethings missing. But it’s ok, I can ride with one hand no sweat.” It was true, Will knew that riding Tug wouldn’t change all that much. After all, every ranger was trained to be able to ride while shooting arrows. But the thought invited a long list of the things he couldn’t do single handedly, using his bow at the very top. The list seemed endless, and panic rose in his chest. Tug seemed to sense his growing distress and rested his head against Will’s, trying to calm his riders mind. His breathing became rapid and he felt his stomach turn with nausea. A warm and firm hand rested on the back of his neck.

“Deep breaths Will. It’s going to be ok. Just take nice deep breaths.” Halt’s voice rolled over him, like waves on the shore. He did his best to follow the instruction. “That’s it, just like that Will. Good job, keep breathing.” With every reassurance, Will felt the knot in his lungs loosen until eventually he was able to catch his breath again.

“Thanks,” He gasped out, “sometimes all of it just, hits me. I could be in the middle of a bath, or taking a sip of coffee, when sudden, it feels like the world has collapsed and I’m spiraling, and I can’t tell the difference between up and down. Horace is usually the one who has to put up with me when I get like this.”

Halt opens his mouth to speak, but a voice from behind him cuts him off. “It’s not “putting up” with you. Don’t say it like it’s not my greatest honor to be the one you trust enough to let yourself break around.”

Will looks up from Tug, “Horace-“

Horace’s gaze swing to Halt. “I think it’s time you and I have a chat.”

Halt nods and steps forward, “Yes, I believe it is.”

#rangers apprentice #ranger's apprentice #will treaty #ranger’s apprentice fanfiction #rangers apprentice fanfiction #his worst nightmare

[deadmothsketches]

Previous part ➡️ HERE

Ichimatsu's punishment is to match with his bro and go out in a very public area to be seen. Ichi would rather run into traffic.

NEXT

#osomatsu san #ichimatsu #fanart #osomatsu-san #tik tok #his worst nightmare #to be seen #karamatsu

[aquatic-hybrid]

*Muffled screams as he gets jumped by multiple Oleanders*

@poisonflowrs

#ic but also ooc #help him #his worst nightmare

[somegrumpynerd]

Thinking about how Nightmare has 4 mortals and 3 of them are so so bad at taking care of themselves

#UTDR #UTMV #My Art #Truce au #Killer Sans #Dust Sans #Cross Sans #Horror Sans #Nightmare Sans #''I don't feel like drawing a bunch I'll just do a quick silly doodle'' sits up until 1am finishing this #But this is about their bad habits not mine so #Killer and Cross are the worst offenders for sleep but they're pretty managable #Dust is the worst for food but Horror can coax him into enough food to get by #Horror was - for a short time when he first joined - Nightmare's clear favourite #Because he would actually ASK for things when he needed them #(Not that his joining didn't have problems of it's own but y'know #Nightmare was starting to expect it at this point) #I should ramble for 10 pages about the boys joining the gang someday #Not now cause I'm going to bed but y'know #Anyway goodnight gang!

[rad-batson]

- Bruce Wayne, to his kids as he dresses up for his next “Brucie Wayne” appearance where he plans to make several scenes, sing Britney Spears’ Toxic on the karaoke machine, and spill red wine all over Lex Luthor’s new suit

#Batman is a criminal’s worst nightmare #Brucie Wayne is his children’s worst nightmare #bruce wayne #brucie wayne #batman #dc universe #dc #batfam #batfamily #lex luthor

[no-oneknowsmyname]

Reblog to point and laugh at him

#hermitcraft #decked out 2 #ethoslab #etho #hermitcraft spoilers #decked out spoilers #mans stuck in his worst nightmare again #someone come help this soggy cat

[bloodydeanwinchester]

✨dean thesis statement✨

#he’s his own worst nightmare 🥺 #spn 3x10 #spnedit #deanedit #cowboycoven #spn #supernatural #dean winchester #jenna.gif #altarofrowena

[royalarchivist]

Fit: I should warn you, Pac, [Cucuruchito] likes to flirt a lot.

Pac: W- why you say that?

Fit: C- 'cuz it flirted with me a little bit.

Pac: ... Bye Fit. [He leaves]

Fit: No Pac– Pac whoa whoa– Pac Pac IT'S A ROBOT! It's not a real person! It's not a real person! Pac come– [stammers] It'll probably flirt with you too, I'm just warning you! I'm just– [he stammers] I–

Pac: [Sits down far away and turns his back to Fit] It's ok, Fit. It's ok...

Fit:

[ Pac's POV ]

#FitPac #Hideduo #QSMP #FitMC #Pactw #Pac #Fit #Pac just made q!Fit go through one of his worst nightmares as a bit LMAO #Fit; a person with severe separation anxiety seeing one of the people he cares about most leaving like [HEART SHATTERING] #October 26 2023

[puppyeared]

Here’s how monkey form MK can still win

#PLEASE it would be so funny if they made wukong reference a whole ass dragon ball scene. pleasee #wukong knowing about dragon ball in general and/or actively watching it. pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee #also not me trying to figure out how to draw wukongs stupid hair for the 18385634th time. sigh #his face is so. it’s so hard for me to draw for no reason #I always draw characters with bangs or fluffy hair so naturally he is my worst drawing nightmare #lmk #Lego Monkie kid #Monkie kid #lmk mei #lmk MK #lmk xiaotian #lmk xiaojiao #lmk sun wukong #lmk swk #doodles #lmk season 4 spoilers #lmk s4 spoilers

[hotdogstandz]

Getting out of the house might help…

#drawing #comics #undertale au #undertale #utmv #utmv fanart #bad sanses #dust sans #dusttale #horror sans #horrortale #killer sans #lust sans #lusttale #pixel art #context: #teehee #nightmare shares a duplex with the bad sans gang #think…regular show vibes honestly #this duplex is in lusttale. bc I said so #bipolar killer #butcher horror #schizophrenic recluse dust #nightmare their narcissist boss next door #killer and his bfs #drag queen/aromantic/club owner lust #LOL im fr just rewriting characters that I found stupid when I was 13 #you can be the worst of the worst and somebody will love you. plz remember that

[forgedroyalseal]

His Worst Nightmare

Chapter 7

“Open this damn door!” Jenny pounded her fist against the heavy wooden door. George stood nervously behind her and Alyss was trying to peek through the drawn curtains.

“I know you guys are in there!” Jenny shouted.

“Jenny, maybe we should come back later.” George offered.

“Not a chance Georgie.”

He winced at the nickname but dropped the matter.

Gilan Davidson I swear-“ The door swung open revealing an exhausted Horace.

“Finally!” Jenny smiled and moved to push her way into the cabin but Horace blocked her.

“Jen, guys, you really shouldn’t be here.” His voice was threadbare and weary. Alyss’ heart ached for her friend and she wished that she could listen to him. Could do what he was asking and walk away. But she couldn’t. Because Will was inside that cabin, hurting and trying to push them, her, away.

“Horace, you know we can’t just pretend everything is fine.” She says gently. He opens his mouth to reply but George beats him to it.

“What if it was you on the other side of this door?” He challenged. “What if you knew Will was hurt and we were trying to keep you from seeing him? Can you honestly say that you’d let anyone, even the king himself stop you?”

Horace’s shoulders dropped and Alyss knew that they got him. Jenny did too apparently, because she ducked under Horace’s arm that was crossing the doorway and entered the cabin. Gilan was passed out on the couch, somehow able to sleep through all of Jenny’s shouting and banging, but Will was no where to be found.

“He’s sleeping, finally, so please be quiet.” Horace requested, moving into the kitchen to pour himself a cup of coffee.

“What’s wrong with him?” Alyss asked.

Horace sighed and set the mug down. He lean on the counter with his back to them. “A lot. He’s pretty roughed up. Ton of bruises, knocked around ribs.”

“That’s not all.” Alyss knew that if Will was just bruised he’d still be around. He hated isolation, especially when he wasn’t feeling well. Alyss couldn’t remember countless flus and summer colds that had Will bundled up in the ward’s common space desperate for company.

“No, it’s not.” Horace look down at his coffee, then somewhat longingly at the bottle of whiskey that was collecting dust on a high shelf in the kitchen.

“Horace, what aren’t you telling us?” Jenny pushed.

Horace finally turned to face them, “His right arm is gone.” Horace’s words were direct and to the point and yet Alyss still felt as though she couldn’t possibly comprehend what he had just said.

“No.” George said, simply refusing to believe Horace was telling the truth.

“Yes.”

“How?”

Another knock on the door interrupted Horace’s answer. Jenny frowned and looked around. “Who could that be? We’re all here?”

Alyss shook her head, “Not all of us. Where’s Halt?”

Another knock. “I’ll tell you where he better not be.” Horace growled and he yanked open the door. On the veranda stood the second trio of the day. Crowley and Pauline stood on either side of a gray and fatigued Halt.

“Get out.” Horace snarled.

“Horace,” Pauline said gently stepping slightly forward, “please let us in. I think it’s high time we all sit down and talk like the mature adults that we are.”

“Speak for yourself. Will and I have never once been considered mature and we certainly aren’t starting today.”

“This was clearly a bad idea.” Halt mutters to Crowley. “I’m sorry Horace, we should-“

“Halt? Crowley?” Gilan’s groggy voice pulled the groups focus to the center of the room where he was stretching and rising from the sofa. “Is it intervention time already?”

Horace scowled at him. “You set this up?”

Gilan shrugged, “I mean, not really. Crowley was gonna do this with or without me. He just gave me a heads up.”

“Glad to know whose side you’re on.” Horace snapped. Suddenly, everyone was talking over each other, all trying to get their opinions heard. In the uproar, no one noticed Alyss slip away and sneak into the bedroom.

“Either there’s a party going on that I wasn’t invited to, or Horace is trying to kill Halt again.”

She smiled to herself. “Well, it would be pretty rude to throw a party in your cabin and not invite-.” Alyss’ words caught in her throat as she turned. Will was sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall, an abandoned book by his side.

Will sighed, “Yeah, I know. It takes a while to absorb it all.” She didn’t need to ask what he meant. It was obvious. The mask of bruises that covered his body were a palette of yellows, blues, and blacks. Rusty scabs drew grotesque lines across his bare chest. And then there was the true show stopper, the miles of white bandages that swathed the stump that was once Will’s right arm.

“Will.” The name spilled out of her, watery and fragile.

“It’s ok Alyss. It’s ok.” She wanted to laugh. Here was Will, bruised and broken and severed, and he was comforting her.

“Come here.” He extended his left hand, his only hand, Alyss realized with a sick feeling in her stomach, to her. She slowly crossed the room and settled onto the floor in front of him.

“What happened?”

Will’s eyes dropped and he fiddled with the drawstring on his trousers. “It’s kind of a long story. Or” Will laughed sharply, “it’s rather short. I guess it depends on who’s telling it.”

“And if you’re telling it?”

“Very short. A bad man forced a good one to do bad things.”

Alyss turned the words over in her mind and like magic, the pieces all fell into place. “Wait, did Halt-“

“Yes.” Alyss’ heart sunk as he confirmed her suspicions. “But he had too. I’d be dead if he didn’t.” And she knew by the way he lingered on the words that he wasn’t quite convinced he was grateful for the outcome.

A crash interrupted their tender moment. “I’m gonna guess that was Horace.” Will sighed. “I probably can’t hide in here forever.”

She offered him a sympathetic smile. “No. I don’t think you can.”

He stood, and Alyss rose with him, carefully watching him to make sure he didn’t topple over. His hand found hers and he held it tightly. “Stay by my side?”

“You never have to ask Will.” She promised.

He nodded and let out a slow breath. “Alright, let’s go meet the masses.”

#rangers apprentice #ranger's apprentice #will treaty #horace altman #ranger’s apprentice fanfiction #rangers apprentice fanfiction #halt o'carrick #alyss mainwaring #his worst nightmare

[annilovesbexx]

#shes just THAT gay #girl i mean girl #rose tyler #doctor who #tenth doctor #tenrose #ninerose #oh to be a 19yo shopgirl #who becomes his most desired dream #and worst nightmare

[earlgodwin]

The tragic disconnection between Lucrezia Borgia and Juan Borgia::

What I find sad and compelling about Juan and Lucrezia's relationship is that every time he genuinely makes a gesture to make her happy, it inevitably ends up being misguided, resulting in her getting hurt in some way. Like the debauched play he had prepared for her as a surprise at her wedding to make her smile, not realizing that it would anger her husband and cause him to hate her and her family even more. The Paolo situation is where their dynamic changed forever. Juan, as someone who was assigned as the protector of the family by his father and is already feeling inadequate and incompetent in his position, already saw Paolo as a threat. A guy who could expose his sister, calling himself the father of her child, making demands to see her? Had Juan known what Sforza did to her, the hell she was living, and how she found solace in Paolo, most probably, he would've let Paolo live. He legitimately believed getting rid of him (and he was motivated by jealousy as he has incestuous feelings for Lucrezia)—was the right thing to do—and expected applause for his misguided notions of protecting his family's honor. He didn't realize how much he hurt Lucrezia and tried to make her understand that he did it to protect her honor and didn't mean to hurt her. When he realized that she tried to avenge Paolo and kill him, he made a speech about how their family triumphed because they weren't dysfunctional when they came to Rome, that they should always stick together, and that he's motivated by wanting safety for all of them. After he came back from Spain a changed man, he gifted his sister something that positively represented her—a stunning rare panther in a gilded cage—a genuine gesture to reconcile with her and earn her respect. However, it bites her, and they're unable to make peace. And after Cesare betrayed him at Forli, he spiraled once again, and he realized that no matter what he did, he would never earn his siblings' respect, specifically Lucrezia's. This realization hurt him and made him act on his impulsive as by lashing out at her and dangling her baby from the balcony, which also gave Cesare the motivation to do what he always wanted and justify his jealousy by murdering him.

"I had an amazing personal journey to go on with that character and hopefully I presented it with a sense and reality and hopefully you will feel a bit sorry for the guy. I don’t think he’s useless. Everyone says he’s a useless coward. He’s just placed in some shit situations. He’s not afraid of dying in that sense, he’s afraid of not being liked or loved and being left by his family. Whether they know it or not, they have been ganging up on him from the very beginning of the first season. What’s the problem with him? I think he’s lovely. I think he’s really kind and compassionate and cuddly." — DAVID OAKES

#these two have been rotting my brain since the beginning of this year whatever going awnnnn #anyway little did they know much juan loved them all and that his worst nightmare is his family hating him and abandoning him #yet he received the worst fate imaginable #the fact he wanted her to love him as the way she loves cesare but it could never happen because he already screwed it up with her #unintentionally but yeah #juan x lucrezia #lucrezia borgia #juan borgia #the borgias #userotp #perioddramaedit #smallscreensource #gifshistorical #perioddramacentral #cinemapix #david oakes #tvarchive #tvedit #by jen

[somegrumpynerd]

@pigeonstab I finally got some motivation in me so it's time to extend Cross's misery lol

Also I had a bonus thought while drawing this:

Nobody understands what he's going through

#UTDR #UTMV #My Art #Pigeonstab #Cross Sans #Nightmare Sans #I need to sleep for work tomorrow but I think this was worth it lol #Poor guy can't get a break #He's the only one who remembers/ had a dad and his dad is the worst #One of them needs to get him headphones for his birthday #Or maybe Nightmare takes him down to the dungeon levels and sets up a lil speaker #Like ''this can be your screaming room if you would like to do so in peace''

[elderwisp]

#U SHOULD KNOW UR HIS FAVORITE WORST NIGHTMARE 🗣️🗣️🗣️ #those character portraits gave me so much inspo for everyone jipieee! #oc: dan #ts4 #simblr #my sims #show us your sims #Spotify