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  • Me: *finds a song I've never herd and enjoys it*
  • Brain: hey you know what you should do?
  • Brain: listen to it over and over until you can't stand it
  • Me:
  • Me: okay

the paladins: Who the hell are you?

prince lotor: It is me. Who is me? I am me. And me is the physical embodiment of the galra. We’ve come to claim dominion over you puny anti-galra folk. You and your symbols of hatred, such as the blade of marmora, we have killed them swiftly. There is only you left, and it’s time to end you. It’s time to stomp on the galra resistance. It gets stronger every day, but we only grow off your hatred. We absorb and gain power to become the ultimate galra life form to crush the galra antis. It’s true, and it’s coming

“I hated you,” Laurent says, tracing the scars with his fingertips.

Damen starts, then goes still under Laurent’s touch. “I know,” he says after a long moment, his voice slow and rough.

Damen tends to doze off after sex, in the interval between his climax and Laurent returning to their bed, molding himself against Damen’s warm pliant body. Maybe he’d already been asleep.

Maybe Laurent should’ve kept his mouth shut.

“I hated you so badly,” he says. “I’d been hating you so badly for so long. I couldn’t—”

Damen doesn’t move. He stays exactly where he is, curled up on his side with his back to Laurent. Head bent forward, resting on his hands. The curve of his neck looks both appealing and achingly vulnerable. Laurent wants to touch it, wants to kiss it. Wants to cover it with his mouth and his hands to shield it from the world.

“I fixated on you,” Laurent says. He doesn’t want to say these words. He needs to say these words. He’s been holding them inside for too long. They’ve been growing larger in the space between them, even if Damen hasn’t noticed. “People die in war, in battle. In honest combat. I must’ve known, on some level, that it was foolish to hold you—you personally—responsible, but I did. It was easier, blaming you.”

Damianos, prince-killer. The image of his face forever etched into Laurent’s memory. The whisper of his name. All those years Laurent had carried it with him, a maddening undercurrent to his pulse. Damianos, prince-killer. Damianos, who had slain the man Laurent loved more than anyone.

“And then they brought you in front of me,” Laurent says, “trapped, chained, forced down onto your knees, utterly unable to make sense of what was happening to you. Refusing to believe it.”

The way Laurent had felt, after Auguste’s death.

Damianos, prince-killer, who had unwittingly removed the last obstacle standing between Laurent and his uncle.

Damen is breathing hard, Laurent realizes. Curled up on his side, holding still, taking deep shuddering breaths that make his back tremble under Laurent’s hand.

Laurent should’ve kept his mouth shut, but it’s too late now.

“I hated you for so long,” Laurent says, as his fingertips find a thick, ragged line of scar tissue that runs diagonally down one of Damen’s shoulder blades. The lash must’ve cut especially deep here. Too deep for Paschal’s healing salves to assuage it. “If I hadn’t—”

I would never have been able to forgive you.

I would never have been able to forgive myself for forgiving you.

“I had to,” he says, “I’m sorry,” and he leans down to press his lips to the scar, feels Damen shudder under him.

Worst Parts of Mystic Messenger

not interacting with v more on jumin’s route

not knowing enough about v and his backstory

not enough v 

Aw man I absolutely hate to beg but I’ve got less than no money right now and it makes me feel so down and stressed out .__. 

Please consider purchasing something from my shop and/or reblogging this so others can have a look. I’ve been working incredibly hard these months to try and make enough for my rent and bills, but I’ve gotten hit with 3 big bills this month and now I owe my flatmate money and it’s been difficult. I usually try to keep a positive attitude but all this has been getting to me, and it’s harder to keep my mood and productivity going. Thank you all for helping <3

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this is all @mistystarshine‘s fault for saying yoriko would want to dress up as beatrice in like one of the only fictional things she actually takes an interest in and naturally i was like “shit this means kira would HAVE to be the Other Cat Based Murder Villain, bernkastel” so (i macguyvered together a version of bern’s outfit that kira might actually wear because hes not going anywhere dressed as a small victorian doll)

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Okay guys, I’m working on a little something but thought I’d try to get your help/input on it. Now you don’t have to give a bit explanation or reason why (unless you feel like it) just tell me what happens in that moment.

So tell me…

What is your favorite moment between Kitty and Hyde?