i think he's from dark souls

anonymous asked:

Describe the first man you fell in love with.

He made me a different person. I wasn’t in love with the idea of us, I was in love with his flaws and brazenness and the way he stood with confidence that made everyone in the room captivated. He was my inspiration and I think without him I would’ve never discovered myself as much as I really did. He motivated me to leave my darkness in the past and become happy and I always strove to be a part of his world. He was unlike anyone I’d ever met. He had the wildest mind, we existed together in another dimension that wasn’t physical, this mental connection where we drew from the essence of each other’s souls. He was like a river of wisdom and endless paradoxes. I had the sense that I would never truly know him but at the same time I knew him so much more intimately than others did. He was a challenge, a permanently lit flame that drew me in every single time. He was volatile and at the same time had a gentleness that was so endearing.. he was extraordinary in every way and I truly don’t think I’ll ever meet anyone like that ever again. 

One More Little Tragedy of Darkiplier and Warfstache

If you haven’t seen the original post, it’s here.

I thought of one more thing.

Something I said on this post was that Darkiplier’s shell cracks because it “can barely handle the physical agony of having two souls trapped inside of him”.

Someone pointed out to me, “Wait, don’t you mean three souls? What about us?”

And at first I was like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

But now I’m thinking.

I’ve seen theories saying that, since Dark walks away from the mirror and we’re still in it, that he pushed our soul right back out, and that he had manipulated us for that chance to be alive again.

I don’t think he “manipulated” us for that, per se, but that mirror thing still bugged me… until now. (I think the gif might be from @markired again, but I’m not certain, sorry.)

Celine and Damien needed us to form Darkiplier, right?

What if… in those last moments the Colonel was speaking to us…

… we saw just how much Wilford needed them?

So we decided to let Dark take over, push us out even, so that Damien and Celine could follow the Colonel.

What if we sacrificed ourselves for this?

What if we literally saw how much poor, broken William needed his only support system, and decided that maybe… it’d be okay if we let go?

What if we let go in the name of love, and that’s why Dark walks away without us, because we see that Will needs Damien and Celine more than he needs us, and we're… okay with it?

This is some Shakespearean sh*t right here.

I know, it’s a stretch, but as a new-founded Wilford Warfstache protector, I find… a weird sense of comfort in this theory.

We might have made the greatest sacrifice we could, for Wilford, our poor, broken Colonel.

And I think that’s a beautiful tragedy.

– *tiny edit tim*

One thing that makes me think this might be true?

You know Mark Edward Fischbach would do it.

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Inuyasha and Kagome, acting like a married couple.

In Japan, and a lot of Asian countries, we don’t casually say “I love you,” not even to family and spouse. Public displays of affection are limited to hand-holding for couples. Anything more between them, like a quick peck on the cheek, could get you some embarrassed coughs or squeals from passersby (unless at an appropriate setting…like a nightclub?).

And it was worse in the past: I forget which innocuous painting – maybe Klimt’s “The Kiss” – either way it was considered so risqué that it was curtained off from the general public when first displayed in Japan, as if it was porn.

Originally posted by 12sora

Avert your eyes, children! They’re somewhat possibly maybe kissing!

Even now, students really do the whole confess-to-your-senpai-somewhere-private (it’s not just in anime), because it’s a formal affair. You don’t simply go up to a classmate in the hallway and say, “Hey, wanna grab a bite after school? Just you and me?” *wink*

You’ll give the poor kid an aneurysm.

Originally posted by bugbuttrainbow

Yes, that’s exactly the reaction you’ll get.

Which is why every affectionate behavior seen between InuKag, especially in a public setting, is indicative of some deep feelings. I’ve heard people say InuKag are friends first, and while I don’t disagree there’s gonna be a lot of suspicious side-eyes in Japan due to all the boundaries InuKag crossed, as if they skipped an entire step and immediately went from strangers to love interests.

Originally posted by oni-girrl

Perhaps, for but a moment like less than a nanosecond they were “just friends” before Cupid’s cruel heat seeking arrow struck.

But it doesn’t help that Inuyasha is like a kid stumbling in the dark regarding love: “Her presence soothes my soul,” “I feel stronger when I’m with her,” or “She’s the first person I ever trusted.”

Originally posted by therandomanimeguy

Dude, you’ve got it baaaaad for Kagome. I know you haven’t been exposed to a lot of positive influences, but c’mon…

In their situation, actions really do speak louder than words, since that stupid survivor-guilt-suffering Inuyasha thinks he doesn’t deserve happiness.

*Of course, this means Kouga’s declaration and actions were audacious on a whole ‘nother level.

Originally posted by cocaiinepapi

Uh…not quite that…actually, maybe by canine standards…

Do you ever think about the height difference between yourself and a fictional character and what it would look like if you stood next to them

Dissonance [Prologue]

summary: There’s something about the girl with flowers that fascinates the God of the Underworld. || [hades!bucky x persephone!reader] || mythology au

warnings: none, for now

note: Here is a little sneak peek/introduction to the Mythology AU that I’m writing with H (@mangowoods). He’s gracing me with the permission to use some excerpts from a book he’s written called ‘The Gods are Dead.’ Everything in blockquotes is from his book. He has a chapter up on his page if you’d like to go check it out. Without further ado, here is Dissonance. Also, I made this little visual. Tell me what y’all think; feedback is always appreciated!

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“Dean! Oh my - ”

Dean storms right past Sam and dumps Jack’s bloody knife in the sink. He doesn’t look at him as he turns on the water, but it doesn’t matter. Sam’s already up out of his seat and crowding against him along the counter.

“I knew you were in bad way after Cas but, Dean, I thought you were dealing - ”

Dean rolls his eyes. “It’s not mine,” he snaps, turning over his shoulder. Bright red blood pools in the sink as the faucet rushes over it.

Sam, still gaping, manages to narrow his eyes as his alarm fades away. “What did you do?”

Dean frowns. “Nothing. Why do you think that I - ”

Sam sags then, his body collapsing into itself all at once before he pulls himself to his full height. His eyes melt into that deplorable sad puppy dog look, the kind of look that’s going to turn into guilt some day. “Oh no. Oh, Jack…”

Dean shakes his head. “He’s fine, Sam. Obviously. You know damn well something like this couldn’t do any serious damage.”

Just like that, the puppy look slips away. Sam glares. His lip curls and his eyes narrow and he leans forward in the meanest way that Dean has ever seen from him. For a second he actually wonders if Sam’s going to hit him.

“You think I only care if he’s hurt? You think - Dean, that kid is suicidal now. He’s not even a week old and he - ”

Sam suddenly cuts off and wipes his face with his hand. 

“You know what?” he says. “You’re seriously messed up, man. You have a problem, and - don’t look at me like that - and you need to stay the hell away from Jack from now on.”

Dean lets the water run. Low and dark, he murmurs, “I have a problem?”

“Yeah, Dean, you do,” Sam snaps. “You didn’t see him out there, terrified and alone. He thinks you hate him. I’m starting to think that maybe you’re the one with no soul around here.”

He leaves the room, stomping away in a huff, and Dean knows that he’s headed off to Jack’s room. He’s going to clean up the mess, he’s going to try and soothe all the wounds that aren’t visible. Sam’s good like that, and he just doesn’t know when to quit.

Dean stares down into the drain, pink-dyed water circling the abyss. 

“I don’t have a fucking problem,” he insists, but it’s only to an empty room.

He shuts off the water and leaves the knife in the sink.

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Because when this universe was born, when it blasted into existence in fire and glory, everything that would ever exist was created. Our souls are made of that fire and glory, of the atoms of it, the fragments of stars. Everyone’s are, but I believe ours, yours and mine, are made from the dust of the same star.
—  Lord of Shadows Snippet, Cassandra Clare
WHO DO YOU GUYS THINK SAID IT?
Loki Imagine - Tortured

Your P.O.V.

A task as simple as breathing felt nearly impossible. My lips were open and I tried to breathe in, but barely any air entered my lungs. My throat was sore and I could taste the irony, disgusting flavor of blood on my tongue. 

It couldn’t end like this..

Desperately, I tried to crawl away from this dark place, who knows what it was. All I knew was that it was cold, so cold I couldn’t feel my bare feet anymore. It was also really dark but a light was somewhere there, far away. The ground beneath me was hard and it felt rough, like stones. 

I grabbed onto the ground, leaving bloody fingerprints after me as I did my best at getting myself out of this nightmare. My legs weren’t much help at all as I tried to kick myself further away. Everything hurt. I couldn’t name a spot on my body that felt fine.

‘‘No..’‘ I whimpered sadly, tears running down along my face. By now, my entire body was trembling. I was afraid I would die after that awful torturing. What if I’d never see Loki again?

‘‘L-Loki..’‘ I whispered my boyfriend’s name. It caused my heart to swell and a sob to escape my lips. It hurt. Oh, it hurt so much. As I used my last energy to move, I screamed. My fingertips started tingling and a little light appeared, highlighting only a few things around me. 

Yes, Loki had taught me a few little magic tricks but I wasn’t as near as good as him. As I was held captive, my hands had been inside some metal balls so I couldn’t use my powers. It was frightening. The things they did to me were even worse.

I tried to brush it off my mind, hoping I could focus on my escape. I shut my eyes and it was so tempting to just sleep. Yes, I wanted to push my boundaries, light up my path and get away from here but I couldn’t. I was exhausted. All this pain got the best of me.

The light vanished from my hands, fading into thin air with a few sparkles. I looked at them until it was completely dark, cold and quiet. My weak body was just left here to die, all alone. I thought of Loki, hoping he could be my last thought, although it broke my heart and soul to think about. 

  Just as I gave up hope, I heard footsteps. Fear crawled back to me as I opened my eyes. Were they here again to torture me? Would they take me back to that cold hellhole? 

I grunted in pain as I lifted my head and looked towards the light. I was lightheaded and my head was pounding terribly. Then I saw some people in front of the light. At first I thought there was just two people there but then a third one got ahead of them. For me, it was just a shadow because my vision was so blurry.

‘‘Y/N!’‘ A voice yelled but at first, I didn’t hear it quite well.My head hit the ground again because I was too weak to keep myself up. ‘‘Y/N!’‘ The person repeated themselves, sounding awfully familiar. The man had a raspy, deep voice. It filled me up with hope.

All of a sudden, I felt someone dragging me on their lap. My head rested against their shoulder and strong arms held onto me tightly. I forced myself to open my eyes and look at who it was, although I had my doubts. Immediately, I saw a pair of forest green eyes looking into mine. Then I saw his dark, long hair, his parted, pink lips. It was all confirmed in my mind then. It was Loki.

‘‘No, no,no…Y/N..how did this..happen..’‘ Loki muttered words underneath his breath as he examined me. He looked sad, which was awful to see. His eyes were glossy and honestly, Loki was shocked. So was I. But at the moment, I could barely keep my eyes open.

Loki looked at my barely clothed body, a look of disgust and anger appearing on his face. My entire body was bruised and I had deep wounds here and there. Dry blood had stained my skin and some wounds were still bleeding. Loki probably noticed the dark blue bruises, resembling fingerprints. He shook his head no as he let this all sink in.

Seeing Loki like that made me feel sorrowful and even guilty. My eyes felt heavy and I couldn’t fight it anymore. My heavy eyelids just slid down and I dosed off, a little more eased because I was in Loki’s arms.

***

It had been five days since Loki and his guards had found me. They had taken me to the castle and given me the help I needed. A maid had told me that Loki had used his magic to keep me alive. Although I woke up only a few minutes ago, I barely remembered how I woke up. Everything had been warm and comfortable. It’s like I was in my own little cloud.

But then maids had rushed to me and another one ran outside, probably to inform Loki. The warm feeling vanished and it was replaced my pain. I held my breath as I sat more comfortably on the bed I was on. As I looked around, I recognized that I was in Loki’s room. How strange. Where did he sleep if I was in a coma in his bed?

The maid beside me was telling me all kinds of things but after a while, I couldn’t pay attention anymore. I felt wistful. All I wanted was Loki. ‘’Miss Y/N, what’s wrong?’’ One of the maids asked me. I turned to look at her slowly. ‘’Where’s Loki?’’ I asked her quietly, my throat incredibly dry so it was hard to speak. 

‘‘He’s..’‘ She began but didn’t continue. Instead, she looked at a guard who stood by the door. It was confusing and I grew a little nervous. The guard nodded and the maid sighed, turning back to me. ‘‘Loki left four days ago. He and a few soldiers, also Thor went searching for whoever did this to you. We’re not sure when he’ll be back’‘ She let me know with her soft voice. It filled me with a dozen emotions. 

Tears stung my eyes once again. A shiver ran down my spine as I nodded and looked at my wounded hands. It all came back to me. The world around my closed and I could feel myself being in the cold room, chained to the wall as the monsters hurt me. It was so dark that I couldn’t see if they were Asgardian or out of this realm. 

‘‘Miss Y/N’‘ Another maid spoke, snapping me out of my flashback. I flinched as I looked at the blonde in front of me. ‘‘Loki will return soon. You must relax and heal’‘ She smiled at me. I knew her intentions were good but they kind of pissed me off as well. I just nodded politely and then leaned against the green and black pillows. They smelled like Loki, which made me feel a little bit better.

***

‘‘Is she awake?’‘ A rushed man asked someone, causing me to wake up once again. My eyes got used to the lights in the room quickly, because it wasn’t that bright. By just glancing outside, I could tell it was evening. The door opened, which caught my attention.

Loki walked into the room, making everyone else go out. My heart skipped a beat as I saw him. Loki was dressed in his golden armor with the green suit underneath. He dropped his headpiece on the floor, not caring about it at the moment.

‘‘You’re safe now’‘ Loki was the first one to speak. He tried to smile but it was a fake one. I nodded as my hot tears fell down my eyes. Loki magically made his armor vanish as he walked over to me. He got in the huge bed so he could be as close as possible.

For a moment, I didn’t care about my pain. I had been asleep for five days so I considered that enough rest. So I wrapped my arms around Loki’s waist and held onto him tightly. Loki wasn’t the type of man to fall for anyone or be this sensual nor caring. He spent such a long time of his life being alone and misunderstood that I was surprised he let me in.

It took him a couple seconds to hug me back. It felt good to be in his arms. He pulled me on his lap once again, which he liked to do. That’s when I let myself weep, allowing the tears to escape. Loki held me as I cried my heart out in his arms. But it was good to let out all that pain. I had been terrified and the worst part of it all was that I feared I’d never see Loki again.

‘‘They can’t ever..hurt you again, little one. I took care of them’‘ Loki whispered to me as I started to calm down. Of course, I knew what he meant by that. Loki wouldn’t have been pleased to see them in jail. He had taken matters into his own hands and killed them. Who knows how Thor let him do that, but we could discuss that later.

‘‘Thank you’‘ I whimpered and then looked up to him. I got a good look of him for the first time. He had dark circles underneath his eyes, messy hair and tears gathered in the corners of his pretty eyes. I cupped his face and then took a deep breath.

‘‘I thought I lost you’‘ Loki admitted quietly, almost like he didn’t want me to hear it. Hearing such words leaving his mouth was hard. It made my heart ache. ‘‘And I thought I’d never see you again’‘ I replied as quietly, now unnoticingly playing with his black, messy hair. I still loved the way he looked. 

I just had to understand that I was safe with him again.

Read something on Lord Byron and Percy Shelley and now all I can think about is a Romantic poets AU where Georgi convinces a dark-mooded Viktor to come with him to their friend Christophe’s villa in Switzerland, and Viktor goes even though he knows that it will be nothing but a summer of chaperoning Georgi on his dates and trying to keep Christophe from putting his dick in places where it doesn’t belong. 

Why are you entering the country, reads the customs forms that they have to fill out, and Viktor puts down Holiday like a normal fucking person–Georgi puts down some shit like Enrichment of person and cleansing of soul, and then declares a ‘heart burdened with the knowledge of rejection’ on his possessions. They are detained on the Swiss boarder for six hours.

When they finally get to Chris’ villa, the sun is long gone and Chris tells them that another friend of his is already in residence, and would Viktor mind terribly sharing the guest house with him?

Viktor, who assumes the ‘friend’ is an illicit lover whom Christophe is providing temporary shelter to, agrees with grace to the arrangement. The guest house is large and it’s likely that the other guest and himself will lead entirely different schedules.

The man in the guest house is Yuuri Katsuki. With whom Viktor had had the briefest of love affairs a year ago whilst in Paris. He and Mister Katsuki spent a night dancing, laughing, stealing furtive kisses. They fell asleep together on the balcony of Viktor’s Uncle’s Apartments and when Viktor woke up, he was very much alone.

Katsuki is a skittering thing–he keeps his head low, usually in a book, and tends to be out when Viktor is in, and in when Viktor is out. Viktor can only assume that it is shame over their liaison.

“We have to leave,” Viktor says to Georgi, glaring across the breakfast table at Christophe, who nibbles on a scone innocently. 

“Nonsense, Vitya,” says Georgi, who has already found and lost three ‘future wives’ in the time they have been here. “We’ve only been here two weeks. We were planning to spend the summer.”

“We could just as easily holiday in Saint Petersburg,” says Viktor, clutching his pant leg tight under the table. Mister Katsuki is, as usual, absent. “Or Moscow.”

“I can’t stand Russia this time of year,” Georgi says, and attains a sort of whistful melancholy with which he gazes out the window. “It…reminds me.”

“Good lord,” Viktor mutters under his breath.

Historians will later call this portion of Viktor Nikiforov’s life The Summer of Pining. There will be entire books written about the summer he spent gazing after Yuuri Katsuki from behind manuscripts and writing uncharacteristically lavender poetry about a man with deep brown eyes and raven hair and slight stature. It will come to be known as one of the great romances of the Romantic Era. Movies will be made about it in 1936, 1970, 1998. The great actors of stage and cinema will do some of their best work portraying Viktor Nikiforov’s longing gazes and Yuuri Katsuki’s demure shyness.

These portrayals will get many things right, for both Nikiforov and Katsuki were prolific diarists, and most if not all of that summer in Switzerland is carefully articled in a series of notebooks which were donated to various institutions by grandchildren and great grandchildren. 

However, there are two things which every portrayal gets wrong–but it’s hard not to, because these things were never written down.

One: Viktor Nikiforov had become acquainted with Yuuri Katsuki far before their encounter at Christophe Giacometti’s villa. Some historians will realize that they were in Paris at the same time a year before their fated meeting at the villa, but they will never be able to put them in the same place at the same time–and the dark mood which Nikiforov descends into for the following year will always be blamed on a bout of writer’s block–for Nikiforov’s works at this time in his life are sparse, and mostly have the air of a man deeply depressed.

Two: Yuuri Katsuki could drink six men under the table, but could not for the life of him remember anything that happened that night in Paris.

“Oh God,” Yuuri whimpers as Viktor recounts the story to him. “Heavens. Lord preserve me.”

“You are a fantastic dancer, mon cheri,” Christophe says, and Yuuri sinks under the table. 

“You can never tell anyone about this,” comes the wail from under the table. “Give me your word. Swear to me. None of you will ever.”

“Poo-poo, how boring,” Chris grumbles.

artiowyvern  asked:

So guys do you have regular customers ?

sj: We do! There’s a cute couple that frequents this place.
jk: They’re like, the sun and a sunflower, I swear the blond one never stops stealing glances from the other.
sj: To be honest, I think he kinda hates me because he asked for a drink as dark as his soul and I gave him a vanilla bean frappe… Oh yeah! There’s also this really fashionable guy with a box smile, who I think is Jimin’s friend? He tried to steal a macaron once though.
jk: I remember him, Jimin laughs a lot when he’s around. Like, a LOT a lot. Definitely friends, maybe even more than that?
jm: S-stop…
jk: Oh! Sorry.

sj: And then there’s- oh god…

sj&jk: Namjoon…

anonymous asked:

Hi, I was wondering if you are taking requests? If not, then please ignore this, or sit on it for a while and decide. Tom did not build her up from nothing; he broke down the walls around what she didn't want to acknowledge. The book that housed a fraction of soul looked into this lonely, angry child and for just a moment saw a shadow of himself. Or basically: What if, Ginny was sorted into Slytherin?

Hm. So you seem to be asking two different questions here, and you don’t seem to know that they’re different. They’re both interesting stories probably, but I think what I’d like to talk to you about here is that nonequivalence. 

You’ve asked for a dark!Ginny, one who secretly hates, who secretly relishes in pain or dismissal, one with a hidden superiority complex and a violence in her that’s cruel enough to match a young, arrogant Tom Riddle. The youngest of seven, forgotten and left behind, belittled, bitter, and the orphaned boy who orphaned so many more in his time. 

It’s not quite my type of story, that–my Ginny is not a kind beast, but she is not a cruel one either–but it could certainly be a story. 

But then–

Or basically: What if, Ginny was sorted into Slytherin?

This is not the same question. Did you know that? 

Slytherin, despite everything, does not mean evil. It certainly doesn’t mean that on my blog, but even in canon– this is where you find Regulus Black, who died to stop old Tom. This is where you find Draco Malfoy, who was an ignorant, whiny, and self-important child, but hardly an evil one. This is where you find Andromeda Tonks, who loved so hard and so fierce and so well that she ran from superiority, wealth, and family to marry into a Mudblood house that was so much warmer than her childhood home ever had been. 

And Slytherin!Ginny is a story that would fascinate me. The traits of Slytherin– ambition, cunning, adaptability, selfishness, and possessive love– these sit well on the youngest Weasley. She falls in love with Harry day one and never gives up on it. She transforms herself to step out from waiting in the eaves for him and lives for her own self, and it’s that bright creation of her daring self that wins him in the end. She goes after things with a single-mindedness that delivers– in love, in Quidditch, in kissing boys and defending Hogwarts until the end. She breaks rules. She loves hard. She doesn’t give up. She belongs in Gryffindor, sure– bravery is a watchword; her red hair is a war banner– but she would not be out of place in Slytherin. 

And what a story that would be? The silence in the Great Hall when the name “Weasley” got followed by “SLYTHERIN.” Mrs. Weasley’s face when owls flap through the Burrow’s windows, carrying Percy’s concerned note and Ron’s dubious scrawl and Hermione’s anxious ‘Dear Mrs. and Mr. Weasley, I’d thought you’d like to be informed…’ (Fred and George of course just laughed and laughed and laughed into the silence and fell off their bench at the Gryffindor table and got bruises on their bums.) The way the Weasley parents would stress and wonder and pace and ask what did we do wrong– but in the end, the warm Weasley Christmas sweater that would arrive in the mail at the Slytherin table, a G knitted into the front, all brilliant in silver and green. 

But the worries Ginny would have that first year, as the diary ate her from the inside, as it did cruel things with her hands–she’d have the same fears that are written up there in that ask as certainties: that being Slytherin meant she was secretly wrong. That her loneliness and her anger, her ambition and all her little selfishnesses meant she walked in the same skin as Tom, the ghost-boy who was using her hands to strangle chickens and write threats and hang cats by their tails and let out monsters so they could murder schoolchildren for the sake of their blood. She would worry she was like him and she would be wrong. 

But this is what I would want out of that story– that growth, that realization, that reclaiming. You can be lonely without lashing out. You can be angry without being cruel. You can be ambitious without stepping on other people to get there. Ginny is good– a Ginny with green on her herms is still good. She is sarcastic and a bit dark in her humor, casts a mean Bat Bogey and is jealous about Cho and fiercely defensive of Luna– this is true in a lion’s House or a snake’s. 

I want Fred and George playing Exploding Snap with her and teasing her for not cheering for them in Quidditch matches. I want her to find Millicent’s temper as hilarious as she finds Luna’s oddities, and to threaten a hex on anybody who calls Millicent fatty just as quick as she threatens the ones who call Luna loony. I want Harry to conscript her to help him spy on Draco and her to take to espionage like a duck to water– because you’re a Slytherin, he says, and she laughs and says, no, because I’m a nosy little sister and always have been. 

When Ginny stays her sixth year, during the Carrows’ reign and Voldemort’s months of power, I’d want her to spit cruel words at Death Eaters and to hide her wand up her sleeve, and to stand between children and their abusers. I’d want her to marshal an army in the Room of Requirement, with Luna and Neville and every other scared, willing soul. This was her home. These were her people, her family, the things she was willing to fight for. 

When they told her–their firebrand, their war banner–that she ought to have been in Gryffindor, I hope she laughed, I hope she fumed, I hope she proved them wrong. She was here for her friends, the way Regulus betrayed Voldemort for Kreacher, the way Narcissa lied to save Draco, the way Snape spent his adult life atoning for Lily, the way Andromeda left everything behind for Ted Tonks. 

I would want Ginny to wear green proud by the end of it. I’d want her to know the evil was in Tom’s shadow, not in her, not in the color they both wore. I’d want Hermione to look up histories for her of Slytherins who saved children and fought good wars and taught and loved and built things meant to last– because ambition is about going after what you want. What in that is evil? Selfishness is about understanding that you yourself have value. What in that is evil? Cunning is about creativity, quick-thinking, rolling with the punches and paying attention– what in that is evil?

Do you know the sort of evil you can do in the name of fairness? Do you know the sort of damage you can do with bravery, with not knowing how to back down, not knowing how sometimes there is a need to give, to adapt? Do you know how you can cut with cleverness, what sort of scornful superiority can live in those high towers? 

These are stories about choice. You choose your House. You choose how to live your House. Be brave, be cunning, be fair, be curious– all of those have their dark wizards. I refuse to believe otherwise. 

The Differences between Darkiplier and Antisepticeye

(I already made a post similar to this, so if you’re interested, here’s a link to it. I’m mostly expanding on the ideas from that one. :3)

Since WKM, we’ve learned much more about Darkiplier, his story, and his nature. In a weird way, I feel like I also learned more about Antisepticeye too, just from seeing the physical differences between them and then theorizing why they act the way they do with each other.

Here it all is, broken down: what I think are the physical and intergral differences between Dark and Anti! Agree or don’t, I’m just putting this out here.

We now know that Darkiplier used to be human, and that he is no longer– at least, not the way he started. He was created of Celine’s, Damien’s, and our souls fusing together to essentially possess and puppet the “broken shell” that they were left with. The body itself is a fragile thing– it does shatter into fits of rage and screams of agony, after all– but the mind within it compensates for that. It’s the willpower of three people, not just one, that holds Dark in one piece (well, most of the time). And because of that, he can bleed between worlds and have ability that no normal human being should– such as time manipulation and warping.

That’s basically baseline what we learned from WKM, but here’s where I think it gets interesting. Here’s what I derived about Anti from this:

Anti, at his core, was never human to begin with. In my mind, he’s this sort of imp-like spirit that loves causing chaos and destruction. The reason I think he wasn’t human is because he doesn’t have a physical form outside of Jack’s body– we know, because his signature line, “His body was weak!”, tells us that he entered it from the outside somewhere. And we can guess that he loves his highly-dangerous forms of mischief because he plays tricks on Jack and on us– making us think we’re seeing little “glitches” in the facecam, and making Jack think he’s hearing things.

Dark is a separate entity from Mark completely, because we can even see them both at the same time (like in the end of “FREEDOM” from ADWM).

Anti, in a way, is also a separate entity from Jack, but we can’t see him or hear him clearly until he’s actually inside Jack and puppeting him himself (and in my mind, he’s strongest when Jack’s eyes disappear, like in this photo).

The body we see him using in DVA is actually a fractured version of Jack's– we know it’s fractured because of all the little “glitches” we see happening.

That’s just my take on all this. Like I said, agree or don’t, but to me, the concept of Anti being a destructive spirit with no actual physical form but his victim makes a lot of sense now.

I’d like to hear what you all think! :3

Hasty Decisions

Dean Winchester x Reader

1600 Words (sorry, this was supposed to be a drabble.)

Requested by @winchester-writes from the fluff/angst drabble prompt list. She picked #59: “Don’t you think you’ve done enough?” with Dean. 

HERE is the list of prompts picked from

HERE is the list of prompts completed (bottom of the list)

With gravel digging through your jeans, into your knees, you continued to kneel as tears poured down your cheeks, landing in the dust covered rocks. Your back ached from leaned forward for so long, but that didn’t matter. None of the pain you felt right now mattered.

Your lungs still ached for breath, your breath caught on a sob. It was torture, and you didn’t care. All that mattered was the scene that still haunted your vision, and the heartache that went with it.

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anonymous asked:

So you described Dark and Anti. Can you describe Google and Wilford please? P.S. you're the best 😁

Totally! I’m sorry this took so long for me to get around to, but I had two tests this week and it’s also been a while before I watched videos including these two (besides the most recent). I just spent the past hour watching all of the (most important) videos Warfstache and Google appear in, and if you could see the amount of notes I jotted down in my phone, you’d be impressed.

So basically for this one, beyond describing these characters’ personalities, I wanna discuss their origin stories/existence in the greater Markiplier “universe”. I feel like discussing personalities was more important when analyzing Dark and Anti because they’re shrouded in so much more mystery, but with Google and Warfstache it’s pretty obvious what they’re like. The bigger question is where they came from and how they interact with Mark (and Dark, I guess), which is much less obvious.

So why don’t we start with Warfstache?

CANON ORIGINS: Interdimensional Liaison

Originally posted by jacksonmyswag

As far as Warfstache’s personality, he comes off as a complete idiot. But if we read between the lines, we see a bit of method to his madness. He’s idiotic and egotistical, yes, but he’s also fearless. He yells Slenderman into submission when he tries to attack him in The Fall of Slenderman, he presumably was going to do the same to Golden Freddy in FNAF: The Interview, and he gets into a police shootout in The Ned Affair. He also completely brushes off Phone Guy’s worries about all the “boos” that go on in Freddy Fazbear’s, only playing up his fear for the camera.

We also know that Warfstache is a convicted felon; he states that he helped beat up Slenderman while Slendy was in prison, suggesting that Warfstache was imprisoned too. We also see him commit adultery, five counts of murder (including a puppy), and arson in The Warfstache Affair, and later shoot two policemen in The Ned Affair. He also stabs Mark to death in Warfstache Interviews Markiplier, despite Mark being his hero. So clearly he has no issues with murdering people, or anything else that normal people might at least be skeeved by.

Originally posted by ninjasexpizza

So beyond Warfstache’s personality, his backstory and appearances make the mystery even weirder. The first time we see him, he’s interviewing Slenderman for AFC News. Right off the bat, this is two big red flags: Slendy is a supernatural being, and he’s also fictional. Not long after, he’s shot to death by a baby (weird) in The Ned Affair - but then we see him with his own show, “Warfstache Tonight!”, interviewing Phone Guy: another fictional character that is interestingly FUCKING DEAD by the time Warfstache gets around to interviewing him, which means we can tack on “can communicate with the departed” onto his list of interesting interview guests, along with Warfstache himself COMING BACK FROM THE FUCKING DEAD with no real explanation as to why or how.

Some other interesting takeaways from Warfstache’s various interviews, particularly in “Warfstache Tonight!”, is that he starts each episode with “Hello ladies and gentlemen and all other configurations of being!” While this could be interpreted as Warfstache acknowledging the existence of genders beyond male and female (and I’m not ruling that out), it could also be a reference to creatures that aren’t necessarily human. If Warfstache wanted to acknowledge non-male/females, he could say something like “guys, gals, and nonbinary pals”, but instead he leaves the interpretation much more open. He also says in FNAF: The Interview“My crew is just standing around like metaphor!” This is a REALLY interesting line, because it implies that his crew isn’t actually there. Does this mean that Warfstache is running the show by himself? Or does it mean that his show doesn’t really exist, at least not in the traditional sense?

Finally, the MOST interesting piece of evidence is at the end of the “True Ending” in “A Date With Markiplier”. WARNING: SPOILERS FOR “A DATE WITH MARKIPLIER” BELOW (although tbh if you haven’t watched this video yet…why not??):

Warfstache’s floating head shows up when you seem to slip between dimensions or something. The first thing he says is, “Welcome to my humble abode!” I’m sorry, his WHAT?! Then he goes on to accuse you of not knowing who you truly are while you “play this little game”, and then saying, “I can’t answer it for you but I can put you in the situation where you might discover the truth.” This tells me that: A) Warfstache can break the fourth wall and knows that you’re playing a game, B) he can see past the game’s veneer and knows your true identity, and C) that he’s bound by some sort of dimensional laws or contract that prevent him from interfering with things directly. You know who else can’t interfere with events directly? A FUCKING REPORTER.

Originally posted by antisepticdark

SO HERE’S MY CONCLUSION: Warfstache exists between dimensions. He can see/interact with/isn’t scared of supernatural beings like Slenderman and Freddy Fazbear, he can come back from the dead and isn’t scared of things that can kill him, he lives in an interdimensional realm, and he can break the fourth wall, which allows him to interview fictional characters and know things that neither Mark or the viewer don’t know.

My theory as to why is a little cloudy; maybe after he died the first time (whether this happened in The Ned Affair or at some earlier date), Warfstache made a deal with the devil to stay alive? But now he’s stuck between worlds as a liaison? And maybe part of the deal is that he can’t interact with the world directly anymore - merely report on it and just kind of exist?? My support for this theory is that he didn’t get his own show until after he was killed in The Ned Affair, and that was the same time he started referring to “other configurations of being” and his crew being “metaphoric”, suggesting he now has knowledge of otherworldly beings that he didn’t have before. But since he also interviewed Slendy before he died in The Ned Affair, I’m not entirely sure about this.

Now let’s move on to Google.

CANON ORIGINS: Malevolent, Metaphysical, Rogue Computer Virus

Originally posted by fandomqueen18

In Google’s first appearance, he’s an early-access robot that Matthias has received in the mail. It’s painfully obvious that, at least in this video, Google is a robot: he makes mechanical sounds when he moves and has a glowing G on his chest, suggesting some sort of internal lighting. Interestingly, he can make webpages and clickable holograms appear in midair for Matthias to look at and touch, but I still think this is just an extension of his robotic abilities.

In the video, Google is presented as being obviously mechanical and a slave to his programming, but he has some autonomy. Even though he’s forced to obey Matthias’s commands (do my laundry, wash the dishes), he goes out of his way to fuck up these tasks by ruining Matthias’s things. He can also speak freely when he has the opportunity, showing that he has independent thought. The biggest example of this is when he urges Matthias to give him admin privileges, something that a normal, mechanical AI wouldn’t even have the programming to do or understand. He also openly states that his secondary objective is to destroy mankind, which isn’t something that (I assume) anyone would have programmed for him, showing more extension of his limited free will.

However, at the end of the video when Google has admin privileges and begins threatening Matthias, we see Matthias defeat him by asking him too many logical questions, causing the robot to overheat (or something?) and break. Presumably, Google is “dead” now, but after the end screen we see him look at the camera while the words “ITS ME” flash, suggesting that he’s still alive.

The next time we see him, it’s in the recent 360 Minecraft video, in which Mark’s program/computer malfunctions and Google shows up in Mark’s place, claiming that his primary objective is to fix the problem, while his secondary objective is to destroy mankind. No change there. But in this video we do see that Google is much glitchier than when we last saw him. It’s also interesting to note that Mark is no longer there when Google shows up.

In my Texts From Dark And Anti update that featured Google, I implied that Google was now possessing Mark, but I don’t actually think that’s the most likely possibility. Rather, I think that Google escaped his mechanical confines and became a virus after Matthias destroyed his “host robot”, so to speak.

Originally posted by snork-iplier

Evidence: in Google IRL, Google shows up in a box. He squeaks and beeps when he moves, implying robotics. He goes limp and quiet when Matthias “breaks” him. But then how did he show up later? I postulate that, in order to survive, Google’s “soul” fled the robotic body and escaped into cyberspace, becoming a virus that could travel from computer to computer. This would explain why he broke Mark’s computer when he appeared, as viruses are notorious of doing. It would also explain his change from jerky, robotic movement to smooth-yet-glitchy movement: it implies that he’s no longer in the physical plane, but rather forced to render along with Mark’s camera equipment and Internet connection.

I’ve kind of set aside my theory that Google possessed Mark mostly because I think that Google is strictly programming and binary code rather than a supernatural being like Darkiplier or Warfstache. The only reason I haven’t ruled it out completely is the fact that Mark has disappeared when Google arrives. Maybe he possessed him; maybe he killed him the old-fashioned way, but then how could he do that if he’s stuck in cyberspace? Nothing we see in 360 Minecraft gives me reason to think he’s gained a corporeal body again. I think we’ll just have to see more footage of Google to answer this question.

Originally posted by markired

There you go! Three hours of my life and all of Mark’s alter egos later (besides Yandereplier but they’re only seen like once in a song sequence so there’s nothing to discuss lol), there’s my theories/descriptions/interpretations/etc. of Wilford Warfstache and Googleplier. This was really time-consuming but still really fun to do, so thanks so much for requesting this! As always, if you liked this, PLEASE feel free to reply/reblog and let me know what you think of these ideas + anything you’d like to add! This was really fun last time, so I’d like to see that continue. :)

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Nurse!Reader
Part: 2/?
Warnings: Smut
Summary: Reader a nurse during WW2 finds herself at the same camp as Bucky. 
A/N: This inspired by this Sinful Sundaypost. I worked really hard on this, hope you guys like it. This might be the last part but I can’t be sure. I wrote this listening to Etta James - At Last if you want to listen. Make sure you come and let me know what you guys think!
Word count : 1,754 


Bucky stopped in his tracks the moment his eyes fell on you.

“Y/N?”


It was as if the cracks in your heart had been filled. The moment your name passed his lips, you pushed through the darkness of longing to the surface of hope with a sharp intake of breath.  

He stood still, eyes locked with yours. His chest heaved with adrenaline and uncertainty yet his eyes remained unmoved. You took a slow step forward, finding your voice you called his name softly.

“Bucky”

His eyes closed, jaw clenched slightly. “You even sound like her” his voice was low and mostly to himself. Titling your head curiously, you realised his dilemma. The time that had passed between you had caused him to believe you were but a trick being played by his mind. Sadness clenched at your heart but still you stepped closer.

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Quick Review of the True Crime Books I read in 2016 (Part 2)

(Part 1) (Review of books in 2015)

Invisible Darkness by Stephen Williams: This is one of the most unsettling books I’ve read, and I have a lot of mixed feelings about it. Starting with the good, it’s a very complete and detailed account of the relationship between Paul Bernardo and Karla Homolka and their crimes. It also offers a good insight into the very controversial legal agreement between Karla and the prosecution, that ended with her serving only ten years despite being an active and willing participant in the rape and murder of three girls. The third act of the book, dealing with this, was one of the better things in the novel, although I wish the actual trial had been covered more in depth. As for the bad… I thought the rape scenes were excessively and unnecesarily detailed, and I felt like the author enjoyed writing those disturbing passages a little too much. His narration is also very uneven, especially in the first part; while I liked his subtle sarcasm while describing the legal proceedings and Karla’s life, he also made some strange time jumps that made it a bit confusing to know when things are happening. There are so many private scenes that he couldn’t have possibly witnessed that he must have made them up, which made me question a little the credibility of the whole book. Finally, his obsession with Karla turns her into a fleshed out, complex character, but the opposite happens with Bernardo, who seems almost a caricature with no real insight. I still feel like I don’t know much about him other than he’s a narcissistic, sociopathic idiot. Bottomline: A good introduction to this case, if you have the stomach for it, but you’ll probably need to complement with other books later (Thank you @adeadlyinnocence for recommending me this book).

Conviction by Juan Martinez: Last year I read Picture Perfect, which is the better book to learn about Jodi Arias and Travis Alexander and how their story ended with her murdering him. This book was an interesting complement because I enjoy the details of trials and this one in particular was a very intense and eventful one. Juan Martinez, the man who prosecuted Arias, describes in detail his investigation and strategy to get a conviction, and he certainly doesn’t pretend to be humble when detailing his role in putting her behind bars. There’s no new information or revelations that I hadn’t seen everywhere else. He’s also extremely biased and portrays her as the worst of the worst, he even talks of her “dark soul” at some point. I have to say, I personally didn’t mind that because I can’t stand Jodi Arias, but if you’re looking for a more objective look into her, you should stay away from this.

True Crime Addict by James Renner: I already wrote about how bad this book about the disappearance of Maura Murray is here, but to summarize: don’t waste your time with this narcissistic, self infolved piece of sleazy reporting disguised as “journalism”. The author is insufferable and seems to think we care about his life while offering nothing new to the actual case of Maura.

Bringing Adam Home by Les Standiford: I can only describe this book as “correct” but is not really very engaging nor memorable, despite covering a very famous and horrible case. The kidnapping and murder of Adam Walsh in 1981 and the many years it took to be solved was one that shook the United States and started many changes. I feel like this book doesn’t quite manage to portray those changes, mostly because it decides to look away from Adam’s parents and their struggle and instead it focus on the story of the detective that eventually gave sufficient evidence for police to close the case naming Ottis Toole as the killer. Toole’s story is also described in some chapters but again, it seems to only give a superficial portrayal of him.

Imperfect Justice by Jeff Ashton: This book was written by one of the prosecutors in the Casey Anthony trial, so it’s important to keep in mind we are seeing only one side of the story, and he certainly doesn’t hold back in showing her as the most manipulative and lying person on Earth. That being said, it’s really hard to see how this woman was found not guilty. Ashton explains all the evidence they had in detail and it’s very compelling, and tells about all the things going on behind the scenes. He also can’t hide his contempt for the defense lawyer (he openly admits he dislikes him) and for the jury too, whom he clearly blames for the ultimate decision of the trial. My only issue with this book is that I didn’t see much introspection or real analysis into why they lost the case.

Perfect Murder, Perfect Town by Lawrence Schiller: It’s so hard to find an unbiased analysis of JonBenet Ramsey’s murder, because so many people who’ve written about it have been “part of the investigation”, which makes it a big no no for me because we know that investigation was far from stellar, for many reasons that aren’t just the fault of the police. This book is hardly perfect (see what I did there?) but it’s a decent start to the case, because it details the investigation and the many inside shenanigans, the Ramsey’s version, the complicated dealings with the prosecution’s office and why they refused to charge the Ramsey’s, and also how the press covered the case. It doesn’t really give much perspective on other potential suspects and the title is misleading, since it suggests it will explore more the context of Boulder, the town where the murder happened, but I didn’t see much of that. I’d say this is an okay book to understand why this case went so wrong, but I don’t think it gives one convincing theory about what really happened.

Devil in the Darkness by JT Hunter: Israel Keyes is one of the most chilling and intriguing serial killers in recent times, not to mention there’s still a lot of mystery around him, so it’s a bit surprising he hasn’t been more deeply covered by other authors. This book is a decent attempt at it, and gives a good introduction into what kind of person he was before he started his crimes; not so much after. Because there are a lot of unconfirmed things in his story, including his victims, the book mostly dedicates time to his most infamous murder, the one of Samantha Koenig. The narration jumps back and forth between the time around that crime and Keyes’ past, with a lot of attention put into his relationship with the mother of his daughter, probably because she seemed to be one of the few people involved willing to talk to the author. I found this book a bit hard to follow at times, but I’d still recommend it if you’re interested in true crime.

The Cases that Haunt Us by John Douglas and Mark Olshaker: As you probably know, John Douglas is the guy that pretty much built the department of behavior analysis in the FBI and is one of the pioneers in profiling criminals. He makes sure to tell you that a hundred times in this book, because he can never flatter himself enough, although I get that the talk of his past experiences is important here to validate his opinions. This book covers famous unsolved or solved but controversial cases through America’s history (plus Jack the Ripper because who can resist) and in each one Douglas gives his point of view of the profile of the suspects, and whether or not they fit with the actual murderer. Lizzie Borden, the kidnapping of the Lindberg Baby, the Boston Strangler and the Black Dahlia are among the cases covered. I found his views in the JonBenet’s case particularly interesting because he got to be involved personally in it, and he got a lot of criticisim because he thought the Ramseys were innocent (and I have to say, strictly from a profiling point of view, I agree with his assessment). The book can get exhausting because the writing is very academical and not very fluid, but it’s also a good learning experience if you like investigations.

STAY PARANOID, FRIENDS.

We still don’t know for certain who Darkiplier is referring to when he says the line “I said we were going to do great things together”.

But a lot of evidence points to Damien.

And we still don’t know if Dark is trying to deceive us into thinking Damien is speaking, or if it’s really some last remnant of Damien we hear.

If it really is some small piece of Damien himself, be very, very scared.

Because it’s not really Damien.

It’s Damien after his soul was torn apart and mutilated.

It’s Damien after the reincarnation process was corrupted by the dark entity from the WKM house.

It’s Damien after his spirit was taken advantage of, ripped into pieces, and stitched back together in the worst possible way with a thread that snuffed out every last bit of light that was left.

It’s Damien pretending to be who he used to be so that we trust him. We had no reason not to trust him and he’s playing off of that.

It’s Damien using what we want to believe as leverage.

Can you imagine just how awful this would be?

This whole month since WKM ended, we’ve been trying to convince ourselves that there has to be some form of goodness left inside of Dark– even I made a theory that suggests Mark is the one trying to deceive us.

And now Dark is expecting us to go along with that, taking advantage of that hope so that we’ll let him in.

He might have far more ill intentions than we’ve ever guessed before.

Be wary, guys. Stay paranoid.

Dark is a puppetmaster looking for some new strings to pull.

Stuck in the Middle (with You)/Awesome Crowley

[For a meta about Reservoir Dogs and Tarantino’s use of gay subtext, click here.]

I don’t want to be the person who ruins everyone’s fun, so I’m saving my one big criticism of this episode for last. This meta is completely positive, even saccharine, until the very last paragraph. Also, I’m borrowing one of my favourite AO3 tags as a title because, let’s face it, Crowley was the real hero of this episode and where the action was, and that’s perfectly okay and long overdue. Crowley’s been around for years now, and he’s gone through huge bouts of character development, and yet we still know next to nothing about him and he’s often treated like an afterthought, both by our heroes and by the writers. This episode finally (finally!) corrected that, because no matter how intriguing and plain beautiful everyone was, Crowley was magnificent - as I fully expected him to be.

After all, they’re good - but he’s Crowley.


Like anyone with eyes, I loved everything about this episode, and especially how it was filmed. I have to say - this is the first episode in a long time that actually had me in tenterhooks about a possible character death, because you never know, right? Theoretically, Crowley could die, and so could Cas. Theoretically. And also the music, did I mention the music? I think that scene of Cas crawling away from Ramiel and the shot of Ramiel stabbing him - that’s just become my favourite Supernatural scene ever, bar none. It was so powerful and dramatic and visually magnificent and that damn music - wow

I adored that symbolism, because Cas’ been a Christ figure for a while now, and seeing him like that, on his back, defeated and stabbed by a lance - you can’t get more Golgotha than that. Beautiful stuff.

I also loved that this episode was, in a way - off-centre. Sam and Dean were there, of course, but the story was not focused around them. The real protagonist was the supernatural world itself - Cas, Crowley, Ramiel; even Lucifer, to me, was more present than he’s been in a while, what with this vague threat of his child hanging over the world, and him taunting Crowley and flashing his red eyes at this most undemonic demon in the very last scene. The truth is, I love everything about Sam and Dean, and that includes the incredibly talented actors who play them, but I feel the show could benefit greatly from approaching their story from a different perspective every once in a while. I’d love to know more about their childhood, for instance, or about this world of monsters and hunters around them; and a completely Outsider POV episode is, at this point, something I’d probably sell half my soul for.

Anyway - lately, this show reads like very good fanfiction, and considering how engaged, loving and talented this fandom is, this is high praise. I particularly appreciate the fact they’re going back to important plot points and filling them in with completely new details - after all, we’ve been wondering for years what’s up with demonic eyes, or how Crowley became king in the first place (or, at least, I know I did). This new class of demons appearing out of nowhere - creatures powerful enough to wield an archangel’s weapon - that’s incredible stuff. I’m guessing we’ll see more about them, and I can’t freaking wait.

So, yes - Ramiel was spot-on. Jerry Trimble managed just the right mixture of underwhelmingly normal and terrifyingly amoral - so much so I’m sort of sad we didn’t get to see more of this character, even if everything about him, including his death, was handled just right - there was no room for anything more.

My one slight criticism there would be the fizzling nature of Cas’ abilities. For instance, didn’t we establish that Cas can smell lies? So why couldn’t he guess Mary was hiding something? And what about demons’ true forms? I always assumed Cas could see that (was it ever stated in canon? it must have been), and I was therefore almost disappointed that Cas couldn’t recognize Ramiel for what he was. Maybe it can be explained away by him slowly becoming closer and closer to a human being - I don’t know. In any case, I’m truly appreciating how obsessed everyone seems to be with him lately. After years of taking angels for granted, we’ve got two characters in short succession fangirling over angels (in a creepy, murderous and definitely non-con way, but still) - and, yeah, I know that basically everyone spent the entirety of Supernatural pointing out how different and unique Cas is, and I’m grateful for that, but it’s also nice to get a reminder that angels are awesome (in the other sense of the word) in and of themselves.

(I’m still loving Mr Ketch, by the way. Aaaaaw.)

Let’s now come to our unsung hero: Mr Crowley.

Crowley was magnificent in all this. And we’ve now learned he never seriously planned to become King of Hell - my headcanon, which I’m considering confirmed, is that Crowley simply wants control. He’s been tortured for a century or more as some demon tore his human soul out of him, and he’s never putting himself in that position again, which is very sensible of him, and also very Scarlett O’Hara.

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Addewid (IX)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Kai (Jongin)

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 4,168

Genre: Fey!AU + Series 

Summary: You cannot appeal to my better nature, for I have none. I am not human, little one.”

You’ve always known you were different. You’re able to see them, after all, able to see the Others. You’ve also always ignored them. Until the day comes where you’re forced to make a choice - one that throws your world into chaos. And sends you down a path you might never return from.

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

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