100 Thousand Reblogs and I will let Dark and Wilford live.
Anything less and they’re dead FOREVER.
Very
mentioning of death!!
Satoru always had pity for the old. every time he thought about their frail and weak bones, their saggy skin, silver hair and horrendous hearing skills, he can only feel somewhat compassionate for the unfortunate.
it’s not like he himself will ever go through that, that’s what he told himself. he saw his death being something major, grand, and allowing your time spent living catching up to you is the opposite of that. and in most chances, most sorcerers don’t face their fate like that.
you knew this. ever since you first started dating the man he always reminded you to welcome in the angel with long dark wings knocking on your door with a smile, not a slap. always telling you to not allow the roses thrones prick your finger as you placed them on his grave, because they’ll prick your heart the same way.
it’s hard to digest that. it’s hard to not think about it when you while you cuddle up with your now husband, his head peacefully resting on your chest as your fingers combed through such pure hair. your eyes scanned the way his face was buried right next to your heart, pulses syncing.
quickly though, that acknowledgment flutters away the moment something illuminates in your eyes. the sun that peeked through your bedrooms blinds shimmered directly on a piece of hair that didn’t match the rest. silver. it wasn’t like his normal pure white hair, it was silver.
a smile grew on your face when you started ravaging through his head of hair, only welcomed by more and more strands on that exact colour.
for some reason, it makes you think about how much you have to scream his name for him to finally hear you. it makes you think about how more often he complains about his back, how he forces you to massage him and the room is filled with his giggles when you accidentally tickle him.
oh satoru, how silly he is to assume he’d never see the day your under eyes permanently wrinkle from how much he makes you laugh.
you lean down, leaving a tender kiss on the top of his head only to wake him up. his head sleepily shifts up facing you, his chin resting on your chest only to see your golden smile and eyes slightly watered.
“what’s wrong sweetheart?” he slightly shifts, leaving a kiss on your forehead making your smile only grow.
“nothing, go back to sleep silly.”
They talk about the magic school in North America, and also about magical creatures in the continent.
There is a creature called Hidebehind, because (and I quote JK Rowling): “As the name suggests, it can contort itself to hide behind almost any object, concealing itself perfectly from hunters and victims alike.”
It did sound familiar. And so I researched and
This is from one of the Gravity Falls Shorts.
Gravity Falls is now officially in the Harry Potter Canon.
This is the worst timeline. (x)
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Unofficial Draw Every Day in March - Day 5
Best Friends
I pick blue
She too young Bro….
I, for one, like Roman numerals.