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@nebraskan-metalhead, @alcibiades13, @just-one-more-bridge-to-cross, @lieshauntedmylife and @cosmicbeast tagged me to post a selfie, thanks! c;
So instead of one here you go two of me in Berlin.

I will tag: @hobbitsmind, @pasimeciau, @deth-amphetamine, @riddare-av-sorg, @avangaysia, @prideandperdition, @calithieth, @elixmia, @resist-and-bite, @bierserker, @twerkhammett, @fleshbutt-apocalypse, @deadrock-n-rollsociety, @mareavera, @mathiasismywhore, @viking-badger and @as-cold-as-her-sorrow

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I finally finished making my engineer character, she’s an ocean jasper named Cherry and she’s got a shield. She doesn’t really fight much though.

I’m really relieved to have a final design and reference sheet for her cuz for some reason I had more trouble with her design than any of the other crew members >.>’

@goodbye-to-gravity and @nebraskan-metalhead  tagged me to post a selfie, thank you! ;]

I’ll tag: @prideandperdition, @mathiasismywhore, @livelikeanangel-dielikethedevil, @shamaanita, @derogatorylt, @twerkhammett, @verschwundenn, @cutefreakshow, @cosmicbeast, @gabukasgri, @21stcenturysatanist, @falling-inside-me, @balalaika-anthem, @gipsyspirits, @bathory-babe, @f-uchsteufelswild, @calithieth and @fleshbutt-apocalypse (if you guys want to)

Luxuria.

Seven Steps to Hell: The First Step.

Series: Prologue | Mark  | Jackson | Youngjae | Jaebum | Yugyeom | Jinyoung | Conclusion

Genre: Basically smut; 7 Deadly Sins!AU

Word Count: 2.5K

Notes: Very honestly, I have no idea what this is. There’s a plot that links all 7 parts together, but they can be read as standalones too, so no worries :)

If you haven’t already, though, you should probably read the Prologue since it might sound a little confusing otherwise. Otherwise, please enjoy reading this!

Originally posted by jypnior

Each of us is born with a box of matches inside us, but we can’t strike them all by ourselves.” - Laura Esquivel


“You know what you must do.”

The voice resounds through the chambers, a rich baritone causing the stone pillars to shake and tremble from its power. You say nothing, knowing that there is more.

“I would say I’m sorry to make you do this,” There’s a pause, then a chuckle, that makes your hair stand up, “But since I’d hate to get my hands dirty, I’m not.”

“Is there anything else?” You snap out finally, tired of the games, “Or may I begin?”

“By all means.” Eyes as dark as the night flash coppery red, “Just remember not to get too attached, Angel.”

“I think you underestimate me.” Not a single doubt festers in your mind, as you turn around, meeting the gaze of the Ruler of the Damned, the Devil, himself, “They are my sins after all, Lucifer.”

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@remaining-head-spirits :”y'all don’t even have lips how do you kiss?”

red:*well maybe you can’t see them bitch? have you thought of that? we do have bodies, maybe theyre transparent??? yeah didn’t think of that, did ya? 

Blue: Thank you for the picture.

please no repost, reblog only

La Belle et la Bête

(if this is your fault you know who you are, i’m using previously established au rules @megan-mayhem and i came up with and no one is allowed to judge me)


Wayne Manor was even more empty than usual, and the emptiness made it feel haunted. Diana found it horribly unsettling.

“Bruce?” she called, and it echoed through the empty halls. She opened the curtains in the front parlor to let the sunshine in. “I’m sorry it took me so long to get here, I was in Italy.” She’d come as quickly as she could once she’d gotten his message, but he’d sent it in the dead of night.

Something’s happened. It’s not life-threatening, but I’m not myself. I sent everyone away to minimize the incident, but I think you’re the only one who can help. Come alone if you come at all.

“Bruce?” she called again. Perhaps he was downstairs. She listened carefully. There was the distant muffled clicking of a mechanical keyboard, intermittent and slow. She didn’t think she’d ever heard anyone in this house ever type so slow. Not even Alfred.

Her phone chimed. She checked it. A message from Bruce. In my office. She looked toward the stairs. The clicking had stopped.

Her walk up the stairs was cautious. What could possibly have happened to him?

In the hall, one of the side tables had tipped sideways. Its former contents had been neatly arranged into a stack beside it on the floor.

“… Bruce…?” She peered into his office.

She shrieked, then put her hands over her mouth to try to muffle her shrieking. It lessened to a high-pitched squeal.

“Tiny baby!”

“I am a grown man, Diana.”

He was a black Pomeranian of less than five pounds, standing on his computer desk.

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