#hm…

[g1ngerbeer]

havoc has been at this job for 4 years and they still bully him

[mcrbois]

[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

those tags… WHY MUST YOU HURT US ALL LIKE THAT?!?! I WAS FINE AND HAPPY TONIGHT BEFORE THAT!!! NOW IM SOBBING UNCONTROLLABLY

what about demonrry being able to feel the exact moment Nimbus and Onyx die because of their telepathic bond, and it causes him to stumble as they’re running away because he feels all their pain and hears their last words.

The scars on his chest feel like they’re being ripped into his body all over again as fresh wounds, but he chokes down a sob and forces himself back onto his feet, wiping at his drenched face desperately as a new wave of tears fights against the back of his eyes. His voice is a raw croak, tight with emotion. “We have to keep going.”

Y/N is by his side, her arm wrapping under his and around his torso, her enhanced strength supporting his weight securely. He probably would have crumbled to the ground again without her.

She hoists him steady, glancing behind them to make sure they’re not being followed. Her eyes reflect the light of a distant fire, which envelops the windows and balcony of their apartment several blocks down. The sound of sirens can be heard echoing from the street, their red and blue lights casting colors around the corner.

Y/N whips her gaze back down towards Harry, arguing in sheer disbelief at his decision. “Harry, we can’t just leave them—!”

“We can.” He states in a low mutter, his eyes flitting between black and their usual jade as he struggles to keep his composure. He screws them shut, a new flood of tears escaping in the process.

She watches them streak down his cheeks, which are blotchy and red in the dim lights of the street lamps. It’s as if his entire nervous system is being overwhelmed. As if he’s feeling too many things at once. As if he’s feeling more than just his own emotions at once…

The realization hits her like a knife to the chest, causing the blood in her veins to freeze over. She can’t control the strangled cry that emits from her collapsing chest.

“We can.” Harry reiterates with a firmer voice, but she can tell he’s barely keeping it together— it’s evident in the tremble running under his words.

She knows that the repetition of the phrase is his way of breaking the news, because he can’t find the heart to say it aloud directly— it’d feel too real. It’s his way of begging her not to push the subject further, or he might completely shatter. They don’t have the luxury of time on their side; they can’t mourn properly right now, given the circumstances. The best she can do is simply oblige and push forward.

Harry had made a plan for this years ago and had walked his girlfriend through it many times. She always joked about how paranoid he was, but as much as he hated dwelling on it, he had a looming suspicion it would come in handy one day.

He’d built a safe house of sorts in a secluded area, which took after their regular apartment and included an arsenal of supplies that could wait out an apocalypse. He’d guarded it with warding against both angels and demons, courtesy of a spell made of his own devising. He’d cloaked and concealed it with magic, as an extra layer of protection. They just had to make it to the portal he’d created in the city.

Harry had the power to summon and close it whenever, so he’d willed it into existence the second he sensed what was coming. He’d opened it far enough from their flat to avoid detection, but close enough to reach during an emergency. The route obviously takes longer on foot, but it’s not impossible. If he or Y/N were to use their magic in any way, they’d be tracked down in seconds. His car and motorcycle are easy targets to follow. It’s stealthier this way, especially at night when they can camouflage into the shadows.

Once they arrive, he can seal the shelter from the inside by completing the last line of spell glyphs with his blood, right across the entrance door that’s identical to the one in their real home. The place should hold them for a while.

“Make this worth it.”

Onyx and Nimbus’ last message rings inside Harry’s head, incapacitating his senses and giving him vertigo as he charges forward blindly, confiding in Y/N to guide them to their destination.

He’d heard their final words right before he felt their life forces be torn from his own; the bond of a hellhound to a demon, being severed permanently by what can only be one thing. The only way to cut such a profound tie.

Death's unique type of pain was also familiar to him, from his first interaction with it seven centuries ago. First it’s sharp and searing hot, overwhelming your whole being, then it drops to an invasive numb cold, like being boiled and then plunged into ice water. Then comes a feathery, lightheaded ache at the base of the skull, as if your very soul is detaching from where your mind is anchored to your body, and then it feels like you’re floating away, being carried off by a swift draft. Then nothing. Just a vast emptiness, so hollow and desolate it’s suffocating.

From his experience, he’s found no other form of pain that could possibly feel that deep and condemning. The sensation is one of kind, and therefore undeniable.

He lurches forward with newfound energy, gritting his teeth through the pounding in his head, tapping into his grief for fuel. He won’t let their sacrifice be in vain.

[kismetmoon]

that’s her officer, thats the woman who lived in my head rent free for over half a decade

[Plain text ID: A monochrome bust drawing of Nora Vigenere, a stylized, original Flatland character. She has dark grey skin, a large eye with a slit pupil in place of a head, a sharp point on top of her eye, long eyelashes and a teardrop-shaped necklace with a silver frame and a black gem in the middle. She is looking to the right with a neutral expression. End ID.]

[mattodore]

Seven Sins Challenge: Which of your OCs fits pride, greed, wrath, envy, lust, gluttony and sloth. Then pass it on...

feel like i’m shamecubing matthias here but 🤷

[anna-scribbles]

Gabriel had Adrien's phone when she texted she's going to transform after she said she's waiting to meet him, and then he was there like he expected Adrien is gonna sneak out... fuck, I guess?

what a thing to notice! that’s crazy!

[evermoredeluxe]

You can’t search Taylor’s full name on twitter for now

[simcardiac-arrested]

[sivavakkiyar]

Terminology from Ezra Pound’s edition of the Great Learning

[tiredlilguy]

My love… Mine all mine…

[p-clodius-pulcher]

Okay… get his ass I guess… RIP homer you would’ve loved the adjective “limp wristed”

[hutaoloves]

Not a fan of the show but Beelzebub is too pretty to not make this

[beantothemax]

noticing a general Siffrin Theme of them being reluctant to accept help from others which is. worrying, to say the least

[elliebabybees]

no one make fun of me for my tags on this

[gingerph0bix]

Started as an anatomy study and somehow turned into Childe

[theragethatisdesire]

scary dog privileges is so good and i just think best friends to lovers is the superior trope (i’m biased it’s just my fav lol). i love how down bad bsf eren is for reader and in my mind i would love to see her forget about jean and give eren a chance as her soulmate/lover <3

it’s sooo well written and the smut is so good you really didn’t have to go that hard. so much sexual tension and eren was just perfect i want bsf eren who is secretly obsessed with me and wants me to be his girl fr.

him thirsting for reader since college days? him willing to fake date reader and take care of her??? i need him so bad

all of your work is soooo good so i’m not surprised a fic you didn’t love/put much thought into could be so successful you truly slay every time

hellooooo nonny :’) thank you like, so much??? oh my god? i…have said it before, he isn’t my favorite eren, but maybe i should reread/reconsider bc everyone else LOVES him lmao

he is so down bad and so protective of his reader he just…can’t help it!!!!! he loves her!!! i still think it’s funny how she pretends to be so blindsided and eren’s essentially like “cut the shit” lol

anyways, i’m so happy you enjoyed, thank you for popping by to send me this sweet message <3 maybe i’ll take another lookie loo at it just for you