#balthazarrocks

Galen Andor-Erso was fifteen-years-old and his favorite thing to do was fly. Maybe he took after his father in that regard, but every other way, he was like his mother. A walking hurricane, who would sooner explode in anger than hold it all in. Likewise, when he was happy, he was ecstatic. For Galen, everything was multiplied ten times, everything. He had his pseudo-sister and brother, his mother, his father, his best friend Poe Dameron. When he was sixteen, he was promised his own ship, an old X-WIng from the war. All in all, he was happy.

I really liked it. It did help that my Scott was very family oriented so the way it plays out with Gil’s friend, Jill, really worked for him. It’s very cute, though I wish there had been more content. Gil’s very sweet.

they did SUCH a good job it’s kind of killing me. like, how am i expected to go on with life now!!

She tried to call out for help but all she could manage was a few soft whispers of 'help me. . .' Her voice couldn't carry and she was feeling to weak to even try to stand up to get help. The female just silently pleaded to be safe from the person who attacked. She thought of praying to a deity for help, but decided against it, thinking that it wouldn't help because they weren't real. She did hope that someone would find her soon before her body shut down from the pain and exhaustion.

Kaisa wasn’t really sure why she had been kidnapped and hurt multiple times, or why Balthazar was in the middle of a ring of fire. She screamed as someone came near her to attack her again and she saw him getting burnt to save her. She looked at him, worried as she went to take a look at his burns. “I’m so sorry you got hurt because of me.” Kaisa apologized and wiped a tear from her eye. “I’m so sorry Balthazar.”

“P-Pascal isn’t home right now..”

balthazarrocks I love this tbh

Lucifer hadn't gone to fight Michael. He hadn't even gone to that town for his older brother. He was dealing with a few demons who were being... unsavory, even for his liking. There was a way things were supposed to be done, and they weren't doing them correctly. So, Lucifer had gone to scare the living daylights out of them. Once he got there, he found both of them smote and his brother in town. He'd been working on a few deals when Michael found him. He'd tried to reason with him, to get out of the fight he didn't want. But Michael wouldn't listen. He was so close, close enough to not be in pain anymore. But Michael didn't have a scratch on him. He wouldn't raise a hand to his big brother. He'd used Lucifer as a punching bag, determined to get all of his anger out before stabbing him. Lucifer was a heap of broken bones. He wouldn't be surprised if he had internal bleeding. Michael was about to kill him when he burst into holy fire. It burned Lucifer because they were so close to each other, but it was nothing he wouldn't survive. He made it to his feet long enough to find Balthazar and take a few steps toward him before falling to his knees. "Balth-" He fell the rest of the way down, blood spilling out of his mouth. He had been beaten within an inch of his life. Michael would be back any minute, pissed off and ready to kill both Balthazar and Lucifer. He was still conscious, but he wouldn't be for too much longer. He needed help. "Help... please..." He was struggling to get back on his feet.