how even the devil

Get yourself some roommates who have Star Wars discourse screaming matches on a regular basis. Yes I sometimes join in.

Last Game Summary *MAJOR SPOILERS*

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The show I went to had the liveviewing for the seiyuu greetings as well so I’ll write a bit of that after this.

Now if you want to be spoiled, please continue!!

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After Robert apologises to Rebecca, please for the love of all that is holy can she apologise to him too? Not just for The Incident, but for her vile disrespect of his sexuality and his relationship with Aaron, literally from the god-forsaken moment she turned up in the village last year.

Like if ED actually do genuinely want her to be liked, then this crap needs to be acknowledged, and for probably the first time in her plot-driven life, she needs to take some bloody responsibility for her actions and words.

Basically I’d rather eat a wasp than have to watch ED paint her as some perfect saint again while she “forgives” all of Robert’s wrong doings while not acknowledging her own.


Master Devil Do Not Kiss Me 《恶魔少爷别吻我》 Season 2 Ep. 18

Even if I say things that may hurt you, do hateful things, no matter how bad my attitude, please don’t ever leave me.


Joking around (in the kitchen)

  • “I could have joked about a dick.”
  • “When you’ve found the man of your dreams and he likes Gabrielle..”
  • “As long as you’re smiling and wearing clothes…”

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not today, satan. ( 514 words )

Nico counted himself as fifteen years old. He’s on a visit to Camp Half Blood, sitting in the infirmary. Apparently he just missed a big battle in the forest in the Camp. It’s unknown what really happened but long story short—there were a lot of Hellhounds that were a lot meaner than Mrs. O’Leary. Most of the senior campers—Percy, Leo, Piper, Annabeth—they were in Rome. They couldn’t help—they unfortunately let the forest floor be drenched in blood.

Now the kid of the god of the Dead stood in the corner and watched his boyfriend work. He’s frantic—mumbling to himself and yelling at his half-siblings to work faster. They’re doing all they can. The non-injured (and even some injured) Hephaestus children ran around making more beds for injured kids. It was heartwarming in a way.

The infirmary was full to the brim with injured kids, as Nico noticed. Even with the extra work assigned and some kids (friends—true siblings) sharing beds, some still lay on the floor. They soaked the ground with dark red ink. Nico could almost grimace at the sight.

“Nico—” Will turned around, his blue eyes wide. “Nico can you—oh.” His eyes turned from his dark haired boyfriend to the man standing next to Nico, angrily. “Right.” Will turned back to his work, just as focused as before. “Thanatos is here.”

“Young master,” Thanatos tried again for the hundredth time. “Death is inevitable.” He said again, voice turning into a low mourn. “Death will come.”

“Not with Solace.” Was all Nico said. The presence of Nico Di Angelo wasn’t enough to stop Thanatos. But with the damned souls creeping from the ground and grabbing his ankles—and the death grip that Nico had on his wrist was enough to stop him, however. “Never with Solace. If anyone can stop you, he can.”

Thanatos looked angry. Angrier than before. He looked like he was just personally insulted. ‘The fact that an Apollo child,’ he must’ve been thinking. ‘Is helping these helpless, near death souls, will not change anything. I am death itself, and I am this world’s ugly truth.’ His body flickered like a black candle flame. He leaned towards Nico and slunk around him like a venomous snake. Nico did not flinch. “Death will come. And no pathetic Apollo kin can stop me.”

Nico, the slow to anger boy, looked ready to burst. “How dare—”

Speak of the devil, maybe. Even though Will was intensely caught up in his work, he managed to lend an ear into eavesdropping. It was often that Thanatos was materialized—but the death grip made sure he was. With that being said, a bloody rag towel was hurled from Will’s work station and onto Thanatos’ face. Impeccable accuracy. “This pathetic Apollo kin is saving lives faster than you could have gotten to them.” He snarled. Even with his freckles and golden skin, he looked menacing. Nico was so proud. “No one needs your nasty words, Thanny. Didn’t your mother teach you any manners?” And with that, he went back to his work.

Nico smiled—prouder than ever. “I love him.”

Little Red Devils

This is an UPG

Anywho; yesterday, I went on a field trip, a wonderful little carouse to a demonic realm. I’ve been having some problems, so there were people there who could help me with it; like really, the place looks like the gothiest mansion in forever.

I loved it.

So, after we were done, and were about to leave, a hoard of little red things ran past us, and down a spiral stair case. This place was pretty similar to how the inside of Hogwarts works, so it was a pretty big spiraling staircase. But, all of them were following a Demoness of some sorts. She was tall, and had dark, wavy hair; with a a pretty big set of horns. However, I really only saw the back of her. But these things.



Now I asked myself; what are these things. And I was told by my companion that they were “Little Red Devils”. I am actually 90% sure he was being sarcastic; or he made that comment as to say that they were troublesome kids, but I’ll put it as their names anyways.

Little Red Devils. Wonderful.

Anyways, these kids looked like some kind of bipedal dragons with hair. It was odd; even more so was the fact that each of them were around 1 feet tall, and all wore the same thing, with the same haircut, and with no differentiating characteristics. Nothing.

The image above is a drawing I did; for those who can’t see it due to mobile being horrible, its technically a bipedal dragon thing with short black hair, and red skin. It is also as to what eVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM LOOKED LIKE. THERE WERE HUNDREDS OF THESE KIDS, JUST RUNNING DOWN THE STAIR CASE TO THEIR MOM.

And when I asked my companion about it he just said, “She lays a lot of eggs”.

I’ll be honest, I wanted to pick one of these little guys up; but I was told that they would bite me. So I didn’t.

I love them so much. I want to interview the mom; she looked so pretty. At least from what I saw.

Aaaand the next fanart I post is of Bendy and the Ink Machine… more specifically, Bendy and Boris: The Quest for the Ink Machine by @thebbros.

For some reason I can’t tag @blogthegreatrogue… but eh.

I srsly love Quest!Bendy, his design is soo cute. I had fun! >w<

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  • Vergil: Can anybody tell me as to why we aren't allowed in Italy?
  • Dante: Well, the thing with that tower was my bad. Totally an accident.
  • Sparda: Venice was also an accident....and Pompeii as well.
  • Dante: Besides, didn't your last time-travel vacation involve Rome burning?
  • Vergil: Not my fault. I was drunk when it happened.
Headcanon: Dramione

•Hermione loves Christmas.
•She loves it more than anything.
•Especially the Candy Canes.
•She actually has Candy Canes in stock in her room/home all year round.
•But her ultimate favorite part is the tree.
•She just loves the smell of pine.
•She loves it so much that all year round she has a small pine tree in her room/home which she cares for like it was her own flesh and blood.
•And Draco never notices it but she always smells like pine.
•He doesn’t understand why. But every time he smells pine it reminds him of her.
•And now he can’t get enough of it.
•And when he and Hermione are finally together and he sees her room/home he sees that goddamn tiny pine tree and everything clicks.
•"you have a pine tree?“
•And Hermione smiling "yeah, I love the smell of it.”
•"You smell like pine.“
•"really” she says with a laugh. “Perfect.”
•"It’s been driving me crazy all year. You are a devil woman you know?“
•"How so?”
•"I can’t even look at a pine tree, let alone smell it without thinking about you.“