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Update: moving the writeblr to @imstillherebitch u_u

Hi guys, I haven't been active on here because my tumblr is acting strange :[

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Hi guys, I haven't been active on here because my tumblr is acting strange :[

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Hello random tumblr users! I paid tumblr $4.20 to show you my cat

Enjoy!

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you can tell a lot about someone based on their phone background. it shows what’s most important to them

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so many people overlook the genuine love of friends. how platonic relationships sometimes are more permanent. friendships like “hang on let me send you a nude i want you to tell me if this underwear looks good”. friendships like no, don’t, the peach looks literally so much better on you, you pop in peach. friendships like dump him but i understand why it’s hard for you to let go of deep relationships so i’ll be here until you do dump him and i’ll be the only one not to say “i told you so.” friendships like call me at three in the morning because of a spider, like hey saw this and thought of you but it’s a spongebob meme, like people think we’re dating and we honestly haven’t corrected them, like tell you the truth even if it’s a hard one to hear, like trust you with my life. friendships like wait i have the perfect outfit for you to wear on your date i’m driving the 45 minutes so we can play dressup and talk about flirting. like i know when to comfort you and when to distract you. like you’re kind of my favorite person but like also don’t tell anyone i said that i will deny it you’re gross and a jerk. like i know you’re sad come over i made cider and halloweentown is queued up and ready to go. like i will use your body as a shield between myself and the scary movie but i have also jumped someone for speaking badly to you. like you’ve been my rock my sword and the person who drags my drunk ass home. like that love that’s just two people who can sit in a room together with a bottle of wine in our bodies talking about how directors make poor color choices in movies. that’s love. don’t write it off because they don’t make movies around it. but that’s love.

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Writing hard

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Writing period dramas in the discord, lads

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in my defense, your honor, i am sleepy

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SHAMELESS EMOTIONAL HARASSMENT.

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blossoms

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Here’s your cursed elephant…🐘

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ok while I was searching for that bust of hercules I found THIS statue... jesus christ. the sculptor had to have been hard the whole time he was working

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WOMEN—

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I think we ALL thought she was gonna have an affair with Mrs. Incredible

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I look this photo last night in Leith under the almost-full moon. The camera was a pixel 6 in night mode. I was lucky that the bus on the right was stopped at the bus stop and the one on the left covered in colourful advertising was moving during the long exposure. It looks like a poster for a movie about magic.

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"Why do you never use your wings?"

It was a quiet question, yet the words echoed in Talon's head louder than the loudest thunder.

The demon stiffened, unwanted pictures flooding his mind.

Fire. Hurt. Falling.

Pristine white feathers burning to black.

"I do not trust them anymore," he said just as quiet, eyes fixed on the sky.

Aiden did not utter a word and when Talon finally dared to look at him, he found the angel staring at his own hands, a frown contouring his mellow features.

"But.….“ he mused. „not trusting them is like not trusting yourself."

Aiden looked up and his gaze was so piercing that Talon had to look away.

„Why do you not trust yourself?“

Disbelief and concern lay in his voice. He gripped the demon’s arm, making Talon look back at him.

„I do not trust anyone, least of all myself,“ Talon said, voice hard. He did not like to even think about it, much less to talk of it.

For a moment he thought to see something like hurt flash in the angel‘s eyes. He let go of Talon’s arm.

But Talon, feeling the sharp sting of regret at his friend’s reaction, stopped him before he could pull away fully, resting a hand on top of his.

„Trust is something fragile, Aiden,“ he tried to explain, voice softer than mere seconds ago.

After all, he knew Aiden only meant well. He squeezed the angel’s hand in a silent apology.

„It can be shattered within a heartbeat, but take a lifetime to rebuild. I trusted too much once. My wings, my abilities, him…“

His expression darkened.

„Trust made me careless and arrogant. And my arrogance made me fall.“

Aiden watched the demon with a tilted head, worry painted all over his face, while Talon stared at the darkening sky.

His mind seemed far away, thumb unconsciously stroking over the immaculate skin at the back of Aiden’s hand.

„It is hard to trust the wings that didn’t catch you when you fell.“

Letting go of Aiden’s hand, Talon let his hand wander and ghost over one of the angel‘s wings, pristine like his own used to be.

He felt the strong urge to reach for the feathers, but did not dare to touch them, afraid his touch might taint their flawless white.

He could only imagine how soft they must be.

Aiden’s wings had never let him down.

They were strong and bright and beautiful, much like Aiden himself.

They could carry him to fearless heights, shield him from all sorts of harm and wrap him in their warm embrace.

Aiden found comfort in his wings. For Talon, his were merely a reminder of his shame.

„My wings were much like yours once.“ He smiled, but just barely.

„Before they got burned…” Before his punishment… “they were magnificent and steady. Not like they are now.“

The expression with that Aiden watched him was unreadable to the demon.

„They still are,“ he said after a while, voice full of emotions Talon couldn’t name.

„They’re still strong. And they’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. They’re just like you.“

He reached out, but stopped right before his fingers grazed the black feathers of Talon’s wings. Talon thought that his heart might burst.

„May I?“ Aiden asked carefully.

Talon bit his lip, flustered, but nodded. It had been an eternity since he let anyone touch his wings. Lucifer has been the last one. Talon still remembered the flaming pain of his touch.

He expected the same sharp hurt as Aiden reached out again, hand carefully stroking over feathers black as coal. But it never came.

Instead, a pleasant warmth flooded his wings and it felt so good he found himself all but leaning into the touch.

Aiden’s touch was so different from Lucifer’s.

Gentle and warm like the light of a candle, where Lucifer’s has been burning and hot like a forest fire.

Talon closed his eyes, tears threatening to fall with how nice it felt to be touched like this.

“It was horrible what happened to you.” Aiden said after a moment of silence.

The demon shook his head, eyes still closed. “It was my own fault.”

“It was horrible regardless. And I am sorry. For everything.

For what happened to your wings, what made you lose your trust. For what he did to you after you gave everything to him. And for how we let you down when you would’ve needed us the most.”

The sincerity of the angels words and the soothing feeling of Aiden’s hand caressing his wings as if they were something precious, something worth of adoration, stirred something deep inside of Talon and suddenly, against his best attempts, the tears finally fell.

With his tears came the rain, as if the sky, too, finally let go of its restraint.

As if it told him that it was alright to let his guard down.

And so he cried, head resting on Aiden’s shoulder and Aiden let him, his warm presence beside him offering a silent comfort.

The rain poured down on them like it tried to drown all the world’s sorrow and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, Talon lifted his wings to shield himself - and the angel beside him - from the falling rain.

Not quite a sign of regained trust, but a first step.

A leap of faith.

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psst, you can find a masterpost to this AU here

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also tagging @sleepy-night-child cause I think you might enjoy this (if not or if you don’t have time or anything feel free to ignore that’s completely fine🙈)