i honestly just need someone to come into my life that really genuinely cares about me and wants to sit and have long conversations about things that actually matter and wants to go on adventures late at night and wants to be there for me at my lowest points and celebrate with me at my highest points and just be the rock that keeps me going when life gets rough
nothing makes a gamer more nervous than when the game autosaves in a seemingly harmless location
"this is an awfully convenient collection of healing items"
"why is all this ammo here"
"where did all the enemies go"
"This room has rather a lot of wide, open space in it."
"The music stopped suddenly."
"No, there it is."
"….That’s an awful lot of bass."
A Meg-centric fic. Meg finally makes a final coup on Hell.
Little bit of everything in it (mostly Meg against the world). R-rating.
The demon strapped to the twin benches, sprawled spread eagle with his head tipped back to expose his throat and leave his throbbing pulse vulnerable, was a traitor.
The demon had been bargaining with hunters to get deals and that was against his orders. He’d been put down to drive wedges between them, not bargain for souls or for protection. Not that the humans had done a decent job protecting the idiot; the second he’d put one of them in danger he’d been left behind.
Somehow my slapfights with Tea have bled onto facebook. My family is now confused.