Anonymous asked:
are you las plagas? because you've really grown on me.
Anonymous asked:
i literally can't hear the bassoon
can somebody turn up the bassoon??
who the FUCK keeps re blogging the bassoon posts i will kill
“Storm’s nearly here,” Francis calls out to no one and nothing in particular, voice as rough as the waves that strike fast and intense against the rocks.
It’s finally time to reveal mine and @cajunroe’s project for @theterrorreversebang. I’ve had so much fun working on these drawings, and it’s been ever so exciting to discover the yarn my writing partner has spun from my admittedly very vague concept. A huge thank you to Faye, the TTRB mods, and all my fellow artists in the event discord.
leave the light on is available to read now, on ao3.
speiroe + southern gothic!au (+ witch!gene + demon!speirs) ↳ in the span of his life, there were three things of which eugene roe was absolutely certain. one, he was a descendant of a long line of witches. two, that he would be hunted until the day he died. three, that dying for love was a most noble death. since the age of five, his family had trained him and taught him everything they knew. he took to it like a fish to water. his grandmother had showed him both dark and light magic. she always told him he was the strongest of them all, the smartest and fastest. he didn’t fully believe her until he had to fully use his powers. until he had to hurt, maim, and kill. until he met ron. since he’d met ron, he’s had nothing but trouble and danger lurking around every corner. in the heat of the lousiana summer, gene discovers more about himself than he ever expected to. he discovers the dark and blood-soaked current lurking just underneath the southern soil. he discovers that death and blood are not of consequences. he discovers that among the death, destruction, and decay that surrounds his life, love can be found. and gene, who has been hunted and hounded all his life, discovers that love is more than worth dying for. ron is worth dying for.
