#*flappy hands*

[ilovefreedelahoya]

FREE!!!

and mini free!

👆my honest reaction

[traggalicious]

Me, literally like 2 and a half hours ago: I’m gonna sleep

What I really did: Awaken a hyperfixation that died too early due to website being down, make a horribly organized google doc, and get a headache. Welcome Home is so cool yall but fuck if i dont need to sleep.

[mimi-croissant]

Happy Holidays to everyone! Hoping you all can huddle up with a warm drink and blanket <3

[goblinsatchel]

[pastafossa]

HAVE ANOTHER PREVIEW OF TRT’S NEW CHAPTER BECAUSE I’M EXCITED.

fuck I’m so pleased with these new chapters, and I’m feeling giddy and generous, so have another taste of Devil!Matt and a hint of just what Hound!Reader/Hound!Jane feels like to him...

“Five.”

He fell back until he was behind and off to the side of the team on the trail. He needed to be ready. Once you moved off into the woods, so would they, and that was when the fun would begin—all eight of them trapped between you and him, a snare that would close the second they stumbled into the forest. Oh, how long he’d waited for someone to expend his fury on, someone connected even distantly to the man who had hurt you. And now he didn’t just have one someone. He had eight.

“Four.”

Mm, maybe not eight. He was starting to think you were going to take a few of them for yourself. Why did the thought make him so warm?

“Three,” he breathed, drawing the phantom taste of you deep into his lungs, swiping his tongue across the cut you’d opened on his lip with your teeth, copper and the fading taste of your mouth all too sweet. The brief spark of pain was nothing but gasoline on a roaring fire, his hunger for a fight rippling down the thread. 

“Two,” came your distant whisper, the burn of winter frost breathed into his mouth, a sensation he welcomed with a warm purr. “Ready to hunt, D?”

If those on the darkened trail heard the low rumble of his laugh from somewhere in the blackness of the woods, none of them said anything, though one or two clutched their flashlights tighter. It wouldn’t do them any good. The Devil feared neither their light nor the weapons they carried.

They’d bleed for this. Every last one of them.

The last count came in unison.

“One.”

[frutavel]

Imma meet my sister's boyfriend today I am *nervous*

[lostcybertronian]

A new shiny pfp! 👀 I'm liking it! - cookie

Thanks! Currently OBSESSED. Like hardcore hyperfixation. I love it.

That being said, save me. Please.

[immortal-dreamer-aes]

ZERO RIDES HIS SWORD LIKE A SKATEBOARD ZERO RIDES HIS SWORD LIKE A SKATEBOARD ZERO RIDES HIS S—