#omgiloveit

This is our story’s secondary couple Levi Ackerman, reformed gangster, and Salt, fugitive nymph of the underworld, in the midst of a breakup (or a make-up?) You can find the story here: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13642600/1/Angelus-Mortis And the scene below: As they trudged on down the winding roads, working their way deeper into the heart of Canterbury where people still milled along the roads, making the most of the last, fading rays of sunlight, speaking not a word to each other, she lost herself deeper and deeper in her anguish. She had wanted to see him, yes, but where was he taking her? What was he going to say to her? Was she ready to hear it? Could she bear it? If he told her she had betrayed him. If he told her she wasn’t what he had thought she was? If he told her he wished she had never appeared in his life, would she be able to hear those words? Would she be able to recover from them?  Filth nymph. Useless. Reckless. Fool. Traitor. Her eyes brimmed with tears. She didn’t want to hear it. Not those words. Not from him. Couldn’t she tell him she understood already? Couldn’t she make this short and painless? Her eyes were glued to the paved road at her feet. Couldn’t she somehow escape? “Oi.” Lifting her eyes, she saw that the distance between them had grown. He stood several paces further, turned halfway back towards her, the setting sun on the horizon bathing him in an ethereal glow as the crowd of people passed between them. “Is there some special reason you’re hanging back there?” She opened her mouth, wanting to ask mercy, but words failed her. Thanatos in all his might could not destroy her so utterly as Levi could with a few, simple words. When her tears spilled out of her eyes, she reached up to wipe them away hastily. Levi crossed the distance between them, taking hold of her wrist before dragging her down the road behind him. His warm hand, closed around her wrist, only exacerbated her torment. His touch was so familiar, so comforting. She stood on the edge of a castle grounds, a home she would never again enter.  The tears spilled forth endlessly. No matter how much she tried, new tears formed faster than she could wipe them from her eyes. She didn’t want all of this. She had only ever wanted to continue her quiet, peaceful existence with him. Forever, if she could. That was all she wanted. All she had ever asked. Losing Angel had hurt so much. Losing Levi would kill her. It was too much to ask of her. Why did she have to hurt so much? It wasn’t fair.  “You don’t get to cry after screwing up the way you did.” Levi’s voice was even, as unreadable as his expression. “I know,” her voice broke as she succumbed to further tears, “I’m sorry.” Levi glanced over his shoulder at her and saw that she had buried her face into her elbow, having given up on wiping away her tears as her shoulders shook with grief. His impassive grey eyes scanned the approaching road before he tugged her down an empty alleyway. Pulling her along, he released his hold on her suddenly, and her back collided with the brick wall of the narrow alley. She looked up at him, her eyes red-rimmed and tearful. He pressed a hand against the wall next to her head, leaning over her.  “Spit it out,” he met her tearful eyes with his own detached grey irises. “Why are you crying?” “I’m sorry,” she blubbered, bringing both hands to her eyes, desperate to regain some control even as she hiccupped helplessly, “I’ll stop.”  He watched her a moment, fighting a losing battle against her tears, before pressing calmly, “That doesn’t answer my question.”  “I just,” she sucked in a breath, burying her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking, “I don’t want you to leave me,” she sobbed, “But how can I possibly say that?”  A glimmer of an indiscernible sentiment flitted through his eyes as he regarded her, “With your mouth, stupid.”  She could not bring herself to look at him. The more she struggled to stop crying, the more her tears seemed to consume her.  “When will you learn to start asking for the things you want?” When she did not answer, he raised a hand to her chin, lifting her face up to meet his eyes. She was helpless to resist him. The anguish in her expression, the tears streaming down her face, clinging to her thick lashes, the desperation in her dark eyes, everything lay bare to his perceptive, grey eyes that carried not a trace of emotion she could name.  “Say it.” His voice - low, even, and commanding - sent a shudder down her spine. She had never yet refused him when she could help it. Trembling from head to toe, she forced herself to voice her feelings. “Please don’t leave me, Levi,” she whispered with difficulty, her lip quivering. “I’m lost without you.” Something passed through his eyes then, something she might have recognized if she was not so lost to her own fears, her own torment. He leaned in towards her, his thumb brushing over her trembling lip as she clung to his arm. “Now,” his eyes followed his own movement thoughtfully, “was that so hard?”  Just beyond the alleyway, the world passed them by and for one foolish, irrational moment, she thought he was going to kiss her before he suddenly pulled away and nodded towards the other end of the winding alleyway, leading deeper into the backroads.  “Come on.” He took hold of her hand and led the way. Although he had neither kissed her, nor answered her, she felt oddly comforted and kept up with him quietly. 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17253146/chapters/40573139

Well, it's tentacles glow in the dark(will be her second form for battle. So let's say first Hatkid will fight it in the light, and then in the dark, it should look epic, I think. By the way I drew it.),well I... The feeling of blood. Yes, like any other shark (and it is half cracken - half shark), it can perfectly feel the blood under the water, which is why it can make it quite a worthy predator.

The quote is from The Wildness Within, chapter 19.

Look what I found @walmart #pantherhead #couldntresist #omgiloveit#

OMG I can't believe this one of my coworkers got me a signed picture from the people off other the movie The Nemisis and in the top left corner is The Captain Spaldings autograph and the other people from the movie omg thank you so much I absolutely love it!💜❤ #captainspalding #thenemisis #autographs #omgiloveit #biggestthankyouever