the horror in her eyes

Obedient Demon



@blueplanettrash I love your au so much!


“Lance!” Shiro called as he walked through the battlefield “Come on Lance you’re scaring me!”

The other exorcists were meant to be there, they were supposed to handle this demon as a team, but they had been separated before they arrived at the meet up and the demon had attacked before they showed up.

There was a large explosion knocking Shiro out and as his vision faded away he saw Lance pounce on the demon with a ferocious scream.

When they had arrived the area had been an abandoned city block, tall buildings and stores lining the neatly paved streets.

Now however all but a small area around Shiro was a desert of ash.

The buildings, the trees even the concrete was gone, leaving nothing but endless miles of dust in front of him.

Shiro stumbled forwards, his heart beating so fast that he was sure it would burst right out of his chest. The landscape was flat with no sign of the demon but more importantly no sign of Lance.

After finding out that Lance had not been disobeying him on purpose, Shiro had found that his little familiar really was the sweetest most loyal thing.

He sought after love and attention, thankful for even the smallest amount he could get. A part of Shiro was worried that the reason Lance was so grateful for kindness was because of how often he had been punished in the past.

It was those thoughts that kept him up at night. Staring at the ceiling and listening to Lance’s soft snores from the next room over.

So for Lance to not come when he was called scared Shiro to no end.

The demon they had been after wasnt a little weakling. It was huge with the ability to ignite the fires of hell on earth if given the chance.

And Lance had thought him alone.

”Lance please!” Shiro screamed becoming more and more desperate every time he was met with silence.

His mind was becoming muddled with panic.

He knew Lance was a demon himself and like the other familiars he was tough. Yet Lance was Shiro’s familiar.

He was like family to him and Lance trusted him to keep him safe and Shiro felt the same in return.

Every moment without knowing if the cat demon was alright was pure agony.

“I need you…” Shiro didn’t even realise he was crying until the first tears hit the ground, falling through the ash.

“Please!” Shiro dropped to his knees wiping furiously at his face. He shouldn’t be crying, he shouldn’t be wasting time he had to find Lance!

Yet he couldn’t stop.

No matter how hard he tried Shiro couldn’t stop the tears from flowing down his cheeks. It was like someone turned on a faucet and now shiro couldn’t hold the tears back.

One after the other they fell to the ground clearing the ash away until only the soft tanned underneath remained.

Shiro stared at the ground, it seemed unnervingly familiar… something about it he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

Then the ground twitched open a glowing blue eye and the transe Shiro was in shattered.

“Lance!” He yelled clearings away the ash to pull his familiar out.

He looked to be in bad shape. His chest was a mess of burns and bruises blooming across him tanned skin. His hair was dark and matted with blood from some unseen head wound.

But he was breathing.

Lance was alive.

The relief was short lived however when Shiro noticed he was still losing blood and his eyes had slid closed again while he had been examining the wounds.

“Hang on buddy, i’m getting you out of here.” Shiro whispered softly as he scooped Lance up as carefully as one may a kitten and began to run.

Shiro had no idea if the demon was still there but he really didn’t care, his familiar needed him and he would be dammed if he ever let lance suffer again because of him.

“Shiro what-” Allura cut herself off with a gasp seeing Lance’s condition.  She had been worried when none of the other exorcists had been in position especially after the explosion that decimated the whole city block.

When she has spotted Shiro she had felt relief that quickly turned to horror when her eyes fell upon the unmoving familiar in his arms.

“I don’t have time to explain. The demon could still be out there but Lance needs help bad!” Shiro was breathing heavily, his eyes wide and scared in a way Allura had never seen.

But she understood what he was feeling.

“Go i can handle things here.”

No sooner had the words left her lips was Shiro off again leaving Allura standing there stroking Keith as he lay around her neck.

“Help please!” shiro burst into the church the priest startled by his loud entrance dropped the bottle of holy water on the floor. He would’ve scolded the exorcist if he hadn’t of recognise the dire situation.

He gestured for him to lay Lance down on the altar and go to work.

It was a long and painful process for both Lance and Shiro.

For Lance because his wounds needed to be purified and by morning he had screamed so much that his voice was hoarse and silent.

And for Shiro because he could do nothing but sit and watch as Lance writhed in unimaginable agony. Unable to even hold his hand to try and ease the fear he saw in his familiars eyes.

But as the first rays of sun came through the stained glass windows lance was in the clear. His wounds were wrapped in heavy white bandages and he had regained some of his colour to his cheeks. He was sleeping peacefully in a spare bed within the church looking far too small and vulnerable for Shiro’s comfort.

“He will live. That’s a loyal familiar you have there.” The priest said as he cleaned the blood from his hands.

“What do you mean?” Shiro asked somehow tearing his eyes away from the reassuring steady rise and fall of Lance’s chest.

“Those wounds came from protecting you. Or did you not wonder why there’s not a scratch on you?” The priest asked as he left with a small shrug.

Shiro blinked in surprise.

Lance had protected him? He had gone through such pain just so that Shiro wouldn’t have to.

He sighed as he stroked Lances soft brown hair earning him a small tired purr “My loyal familiar. My loyal Lance.”

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todays au dump from hell is a puella magi madoka magica au!! because if i have to suffer you ALL have to suffer and also i felt like drawing yuuri in skirts alright good night

today at the bookstore i asked the lady working if she had any lgbtq books that i could check out and her eyes magnified in what i mistook as horror and i thought i had offended her and then she said “i have a bag of lesbian fiction in the basement i’ve been waiting for someone to finally ask” and she all but burst down the stairs to get them for me

bless

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my new DnD character for the Discworld campaign @plinzer is running for our group is a kid bard ghost.

I was late joining the party so DM and I schemed up that she was under Disguise Self as the bandit named Bob who was literally the only casualty in a very ridiculous fight. Thus, Bob the ghost joins the party to haunt the hell out of the guy who one-shot killed her. Death is not happy with this very rude child who doesn’t follow the rules of dying.

Losing A Friend (Steve Harrington x Reader)

Originally posted by mikkeljensen

Best Friend Series Masterlist

Author Note: As requested here is part 2 of Best Friends... let me know what you guys think!


“(Y/n) how’s my best friend?”

(Y/n) let out a slight sigh turning towards Steve. Her eyes narrowing slightly at the question. Deep down she knew what he was going to say. He’s done this for a month now.. So why would this time be any different? Yet there was that stupid hope that she seemed to choke on every time. The one that caused the wounds to go so much deeper. The ones that left her heart hammering in hopes that this time would be different. “I’m good… Why what’s up?” She asked cautiously.

Steve leaned against the locker besides her with that anxious smile. Her stomach dropped realizing that this wasn’t any different. “So I totally forgot that I promised Nancy I’d-”

(Y/n)’s locker slammed shut making Steve jump. She shook her head swallowing down the bile that rose in her throat. She clutched her books tightly to her chest making her knuckles white. Her whole body felt like it was burning as anger and sadness swirled beneath her skin. “It’s fine Steve,” She grumbled.

Steve frowned slightly. His eyes studying her face for a moment. For the first time in weeks he truly looked at her. Her eyes were blazing with mixed emotions and she seemed to be clenching her jaw. She was tense and refused to meet his gaze. “Are you sure? I could-”

“So now you care?” She snapped startling Steve. Her eyes were narrowed and Steve watched in horror as her eyes began to swell with tears. She ran a hand through her hair scowling slightly. “For the first time in a month your actually caring?”

“(Y/n) that’s not-”

“Not true?!” (Y/n) laughed bitterly shaking her head. “Are you that fucking love struck Harrington? We haven’t hung out in forever!” (Y/n)’s vision was blurring and burned with unshed tears. Her chest tightening painfully as she struggled to keep back sobs. “Ever since Nancy came around you’ve all but forgotten me. My recital that I worked so hard for. You blew me off. That movie you promised not to watch without me. You took her for your date.” (Y/n) felt this hollow all of a sudden. Her heart practically aching as she remembered these things.

Steve felt anger bubbling beneath his skin. “Look (Y/n)! I’m sorry, but you know I really like her!” He snapped catching the girl off guard. “So will you stop being so selfish?!” Deep down Steve knew that he was being a jerk again. That his defensive walls were pulling up and that (Y/n) was completely right. 

(Y/n) tried not to cry, but those damn tears started falling. She scowled at Steve as her whole body burned. Everything seemed to be burning within her as She snapped, “So that’s it huh? Eight years of friendship down the drain?” Steve was silent causing another wave of tears to drip down (Y/n)’s cheeks. Today was no different, except for the fact that (Y/n) couldn’t take it anymore. “Thanks Harrington. It’s nice to know that now. Just stay away from me.”

(Y/n) shoved past him trying to dodge through the crowd of blurring colors. She felt sick to her stomach, and for a moment she thought she might hurl. She wiped the tears away furiously searching for a exit out of this damn school, when she ran right into someone. She went sprawling on the floor and her books scattered in every direction. She huffed and wiped at her eyes sniffling slightly. “Sorry I just-”

“It’s alright I wasn’t paying attention either,” They said before crouching down. It was a boy about her age and a camera was dangling from his neck. He had a few of her books in his hands and his eyes met hers. He frowned slightly. “Are you alright?’

(Y/n)’s face flushed with embarrassment as she quickly wiped the remaining tears away. “Y-Yea…” She quickly took the books from him and gathered the rest and stood up. The boy stood up as well and held out his hand seeming hesitant.

“i’m Jonathan by the way.”

(Y/n) was confused slightly as she began to relax. She put the thought away though and instead shook his hand smiling just slightly. “It’s Nice to meet you Jonathan I’m (Y/n).” 

Jonathan smiled and let go of her hand. “Well (Y/n) maybe I’ll see you around,” He said nervously. He turned away and made his way down the hallway leaving (Y/n) alone once more.

It was a horrible though. (Y/n) knew so, but she couldn’t help it. Perhaps Jonathan could be her friend considering her best friend was practically gone. In fact, he could probably help her forget. Forget Steve and perhaps she could be happy again. Yeah that sounded like a plan.


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Time After Time

Summary: The five times the universe appeared to be against you when you wanted to ask Steve out.

Word Count: 4,447. (yikes, might want to grab a bowl of popcorn or feed your cat while reading this)

A/N: This is basically a remake of an old Peter Parker fic I wrote a while back, but of course I switched things up and improved it. Thanks to my pals @heaventide & @theassetseyeliner for being my betas. Hope you like! 

Originally posted by kings-of-my-heart


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Doodled three of my many favourite Antis and then a space filler bc photosets look much better with four pics.


Dominic belongs to @cool-beans-jeans (Tiny, absolutely adorable, gets brownie points or actual brownies for liking ladybugs)

Roland belongs to @devmew (A super cool-looking asshole, somehow got his name from my random-ass association and I feel very accomplished)

Yellow belongs to @bayobayo (Look at this beautiful dapper bastard with his cute pin! Also I just really like the concept behind him)

And then the occasionally dapper pointy pal who’s perhaps called Anraí, no one really knows yet, is by @sunkistjello and myself

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i kinda cheated a little bit but i think i made it look cool enough to still work
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Ladies Meme » {one/ten} women of colour » Mia Elster
You’re right. I want to be around people. I want to find out who I am, Leo. Not what I was made for, but what I might become. 

Breaking the Rules - part 4

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary:  Modern!AU You hate James Barnes with a burning passion and the feeling is entirely mutual. Just when you think things can’t get any worse, you are tricked into attending his sister’s wedding as his girlfriend. Stuck with a bunch of strangers, you come up with a set of rules that are not going to last long.

Word Count:1,835

Warnings: the usual more or less

A/N: Fluff! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter :)

Breaking the Rules - Masterpage

Originally posted by jaebummochi

You closed the bedroom door behind you, your eyes roaming the room for your bag. Once you saw it, you made a beeline for the small walk-in wardrobe near the window and squatted down. You fished down at the bottom of your bag and pulled out Bucky’s book. Skimming through the pages, you found the page where he mentioned Dot.

I met Dot in high school. We broke up six years ago.

“Okay, not helpful,” you mumbled to yourself.

Huffing out a frustrated breath, you put the book back in your bag when voices caught your attention. The window was slightly open and you could hear Bucky and Henry talking in the garden. When you heard your name, you tried to peek through the window.

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@ishihimeweek Day 6: Spilled ink

Be nice to the character they said, it’s going to be the fun week they said

Welp, this is from, you guess it, one of my alternate scene/686 continuity. Spilled ink screamed Ywarch’s big goopy thing for me and thus the Almighty!Ishida too. It’s the first prompt I figured out what to draw.