#oof!!!!!!!!!!!

[bugcosmos]

i’m gonna literally die i’m like 0.2s away from weeping that f ucking mayor campaign god...... god!!! ed was so fucking sure oswald would win like he knew it in his heart usually he’s logical and calculating and hates being wrong so taking a chance to be wrong would be the worst, and you cannot be logical about the choice of many different people, so there is no logical way ed would be certain oswald would win which means he believed he would so strongly... he believed in his heart. he was a little nervous under butch’s gun sure but he./.. was still so fucking sure oz would win that he was still confident facing against the barrel. oswald repeating the riddle and ed... pointing right at oswald’s chest, at his heart... love. god and, ed saying “feels good, doesn’t it?” literally. he literally. risked. his life. risked oz losing, or a premature death at butch’s hand. just to. make oz happy? it was. only for oz. feels good doesn’t it. you’re happy, arent’ you? good. god fu ckin !!! damn! and when oz is going off at butch ed is like heuhuheuh almost as if he wants to be the goddamn favourite, and then he laughs and grins he;s just so pleased he’s one upped butch and he’s become more important to oz than him god f uck me up

[argoetia]

tw: blood, violence + gore !

Blood and bones rupture from his chest and out the back in a horrifying display of the macabre — like a moth spreading its wings out of its cocoon, made from flesh and muscle and far from the colourful beauty they would exude. And then he hits the ground hard. the flood lights blinding. His breath hitches as he struggles for air, clinging onto the present as tears quickly gather in his eyes.

    Velvet capes splayed beneath him in a depiction of the pooling life force beneath. He can still hear the lingering sound of the blessed weapon being fired ringing in his head and exploding in his chest, taking silk and feathers and everything else that was him with it. The lights. The lights are so bright. His chest burns. He feels nothing and everything, aware that he’s nearing the beginning of the end. ❛ Bl… zo ! ❜

    With trembling talons he summons his grimoire, claw tips freezing to the touch as ice begins to gather and take its effect as he uses what strength he has left to reach for his legacy. He’s without a child, without a wife… without much but his people and fellows. For his life in Hell has always been the loneliest. Up in his tower wondering when living would truly begin and it was Lucifer’s invitation to the circus that truly let him live and allowed him to heal his broken wings when God had banished him and his brothers from Heaven.

    But now as he stares at that blinding light with God beckoning him to rise above again he can only fear what the end will bring; as even Death won’t come to collect a soul that cannot die. For a weapon made to kill Demon Royalty — they make a mistake of pointing and shooting at one that is more than simply consumed in hellfire.

    ❛ Take my grimoire and… run as far as you can. ❜ the prince pleads before his dying breath, caressing the face of an imp that their society deems too inferior for his kind. But it is his very being that he fears as he’s laid waste to one ring of Hell before as he fell from the clouds. For the fallen are as demonic as angelic as they can be.

    And Fallen Angels can only spread their wings when their demons are vanquished.

@helluvaboss​

[theasstour]

Nora I like a boy...... I’m very nervous about it and very unsure of what the hell to do but he’s so cute

omg BABES !!!!!!! crushes are so fun!! if he’s cute AND nice you’ve hit the jackpot!! how’d you meet him?????