#harleyyyy

[harleymguid]

hiiiii!

i have no access to my old account right now 😭

i think i’ve been hacked, so if you’ve received any weird spam-like messages from my old account, please don’t click on them! just ignore them!!!

reblog and help me find my old moots 🥺🤍

[r0ttenl0ves]

Decided to make this to show my designs of Harleys parents :3

Harley was like 12 here probably.

Such a happy family, totally.

[3rdgymbros]

a self-indulgent drabble featuring gedeon ( @houses-of-lamentation​ ) and samantha !!

beep. beep.

it’s the persistent beeping of the monitor that wakes her.

her eyes flutter open, the haze slowly but surely disappearing. dazed, samantha manages to discern that she’s lying propped up on an unfamiliar bed, soft pillows supporting her aching back. her hands are twisted up with clear tubes, and something is taped across her face, under her nose, her body buried under a mound of gauze and bandages. gedeon stands by the window, his back to her, a sight which makes her blink, once, then twice, to make sure that she isn’t hallucinating.

samantha tries to shift, to put her feet onto solid ground, but the slightest movement sends her entire body erupting into joint-wrenching pain, and she lets out a moan.

gedeon, she thinks, hesitates for the briefest of seconds, but then moves over to help prop herself up. samantha inches back, wincing as she puts weight on her strapped-up arm.

“you alright?”

sore. hurting. afraid. “yeah.” samantha answers.

“i’ll kill them.” he says, in a low voice. alarmed, she stares at him. his eyes are flat black, and his fists are clenched, his body almost shaking. gedeon might be staring at her, but he isn’t seeing her. “i’ll hunt them down and i’ll kill them all.”

“what? no!” samantha shakes her head --- again, not a wise decision --- as horrific images roll through her mind. bile rises in her throat, and she gags. “we’re not killing anyone!”

“why? don’t you want revenge?”

samantha shakes her head, and shrugs. “no killing anyone,” she repeats.

she’s unsure of what to do, so she does the only thing she can. samantha meets his gaze and holds it. she’s not sure if she’s soothing him or if gedeon’s soothing her, but the tenuous tie between us feels like all that’s keeping either of them rooted to the present, and she doesn’t dare to break it.

“gedeon.” she whispers, forcing the words up through the fractured parts of her. “please stay.”

“what?” he replies, going stiff.

“stay with me. please.”

there’s a pause where nothing penetrates the silence. but then gedeon speaks up, and his voice is equally soft.

“alright.”