not in front of his face

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*sneaks into ur house*

//*drops this in front of u before making my radical escape*//


(Um, if you could see my face right now, it’s absolute, unadulterated shock and excitement because I’ve NEVER HEARD A SONG THAT SUMS UP DARK SO COMPLETELY AND I CAN JUST SEE HIM SINGING IT, HIS AURA SWELLING WITH THE CHORUS AND JUST AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. ok, ok meltdown over now. I’m cool, I’m calm. I’m FINE. So I’m just going to write this little thing and leave it here for you guys to enjoy…)

Dark opens the little music box and listens to the small song play, tinkling and plinking with a happy tune, and he rests his hands on the keys of the piano, feeling the beat of the music before diving in.

His music melds with it as he laughs, short and dry, blood staining the white keys and burning the image into his mind. The body lies on the floor behind him, splayed out in the last throws of the fight of his life, and now Mark is dead. Dark leans his head to the side and lets the music drift around him. It blocks out the ringing in his ears.

Mark is dead, gone, at last.

Dark’s fingers shake as he continues to play. Finally, all he’s ever wanted and dreamed of. He’ll take Mark’s place, become the heart and soul of the thing his life is tied around, that ever elusive group of children watching and praying for an appearance from him. It’s all in his hands, these cold, bloody hands.

Then he thinks of the Egos. What will they do when they find out? Their poor Amy won’t be very happy about this, of course, but Dark can hardly believe he’s done it. He can still see it all, the moment that the light left Mark’s eyes, the moment Dark knew he’d won.

But still there’s the nagging feeling, that little demon tearing at his stomach that they’ll find him, stop him from having his moment, his channel. Yes, they’ll try to take it from him. They always have. They steal everything that he’s worked for. He’s done all the work all these years, all the heavy-lifting. Every step forward, they took because he’d laid down on the wire.

And that means only one thing. He has to make sure the others are out of the picture.

He rises from his piano slowly, music stopping abruptly, and staggers into the hall. His aura guides him, a puppeteer pulling the strings. Everything he’s ever wanted, all of it, he can have it. If he just finishes them off…

But Wilford sees the blood on his hands and the look of victory in his eyes, and he’s there standing in the way, like always. Warfstache was always there to stop him before, but not now, no more.

Now, Dark is going to win. Finally. Finally.

Then Dark feels cold gunmetal pressed against his forehead, and he bolts awake. Warfstache is still there, sleepwalking with a gun in hand. That rose-colored idiot. Dark lets go of the breath he’s been holding and pushes the weapon away from his face.

It was nothing but a dream… a crazy, horrible, wonderful dream, but one day, he promises himself, one day, it’ll be real.

anonymous asked:

Louis' teaser video had everyone looking into all the signs. His shirt said 'Tomorrow', the signs said Back To You, the radio had the time, the plate on the car had said Doncaster (not quite but doncaster lol), the Back To You/LT TOUR 2018, etc., and yet people say Louis doesn't speak through his clothing or other signs when he can't/doesn't say them aloud? I think otherwise, and Louis gave me the proof. 🤷🏻‍♀️

I think people who say he doesn’t speak through his clothing or that he doesn’t try to give signs to the fandom just don’t want to see the very obvious facts in front of their faces. 

Life must be so easy when you never question what you’re told. 

8. “Does he know about the baby?” & 20. “I need your forgiveness.”

“Does he know about the baby yet?” Veronica asked at Betty as she took a sip of her decaf latte.

“Not yet. I’ve tried bringing it up but something else always comes up. And V, we’ve both been busy, what with my promotion and his upcoming book tour.” Betty looked like she was on the verge of tears as she toyed with the glass of orange juice in front her.

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“I came home with my meat. I had the front of his body I liked best. His monkey [penis] and pee wees [testicles] and a nice little fat behind to roast in the oven and eat. I made a stew out of his ears – nose – pieces of his face and belly. I put onions, carrots, turnips, celery, salt and pepper. It was good.
Then I split the cheeks of his behind open, cut off his monkey and pee wees and washed them first. I put strips of bacon on each cheek of his behind and put them in the oven. Then I picked 4 onions and when the meat had roasted about ¼ hour, I poured about a pint of water over it for gravy and put in the onions. At frequent intervals I basted his behind with a wooden spoon. So the meat would be nice and juicy.

In about 2 hours, it was nice and brown, cooked through. I never ate any roast turkey that tasted half as good as his sweet fat little behind did. I ate every bit of the meat in about four days. His little monkey was a sweet as a nut, but his pee-wees I could not chew. Threw them in the toilet.”

- Serial killer Albert Fish describes cannibalising four-year-old Billy Gaffney, who he murdered in 1927

The Night of his Birthday

You noticed that Kiseok spaced out a lot after sex. You didn’t quite understand why but it made him looked even more amazing as he stared off at the ceiling as if he could see the particles dancing in front of his eyes. “What are you thinking about?” you asked softly, leaning on your side to look at him running your fingers slowly down his jaws as if it could hurt you. “Nothing.” He answered and slowly a smile graced his lips making him turn his head to face you.  The soft tips of your finger lingered on his skin as the two of you stayed silent enjoying the peace of mind each other was offering.

“He called me a few weeks ago.” You broke the silence.

“He did? What did he want?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t answer.” You tipped his chin with your forefinger and moved your lips against his. Instinctively, you closed your eyes once your lips touched his and the small smile against your lips made you pulled away. He didn’t even let you budge when he connected your lips with his once more. The soft lingering print of his lips on yours made you melt into his side. You continued to kiss his lips, absorbing yourself in the warmth of his arms wrapped around you.

“Why not?” His voice projected with pride. That’s my girl

“Because he called me a bitch.”

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This moment was the definition of AWKWARD! When KC asks who they ship (such a conniving question btw), Emily tries to be chill and Stephen can’t even hide his disgust. They’re too nice to shame her in front of a crowd and say Olicity. It was so embarrassing to watch live! 😬😖😵

Stephen’s face is hilarious, though! I have a new reaction gif all season!😂

Smoking weed with Aleks would include

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-He had to get you to teach him how to roll because he was shit

-You usually sit in front of the couch watching TV with him while you smoke

-He is low-key obsessed with how hot you look blowing smoke out your mouth

-He gets cuddly when he’s high

-Munchies hit you both hard so there’s always food in your house

-Getting mad when he steals your food

-You kiss him a lot when you’re high. His face is just so cute.

-He tries to blow his smoke in your mouth but can’t stop giggling

-Getting really freaked out by kids movies

-Helping each other with your comedowns

Last words ( Game of Thrones)

To be honest I don’t know where to start, I’ve never felt such a disappointment before. Obviously after facing these things I’m seriously at the point where I made a decision to stop caring and won’t waste my free time anymore on trying to resolve, to puzzle out the reasons why these senseless things are happening in the show.

1. Sophie Turner’s change of opinion ( no more creepyship )

Sophie Turner has given some interviews at the San Diego Comic Con which were contained some never before heard facts about the relationship between sansa and baelish. This was kind of shocking to me, not only because In the previous years she told completely the opposite of it, but aslo these things are not true for the Show!version. Maybe I was watching a totally different show?? Because if I remember correctly Sansa had never been Baelish’s abused prisoner in the serie, although  Sophie described the situation almost like that! He’s not flawless of course, none of them are, but As I remember he saved her life several times, he has a huge part in Joffrey’s death, he gave her useful lessons to survive that cut-throat world, and he NEVER forced himself on her, although he had several chances! Baelish might be one of those few men who has no any enjoyment in torturing a woman. He was always respectful towards her, he always listened her opinions and let her made her own decisions! Sansa lied Jon that Baelish sold her to the Boltons, but she did not mention what kind of dress she has made to seduce LF. He didn’t keep her there by force, what the hell is she talking about?! Well, according to this I completely misunderstood the whole situation, I had know any idea Sansa was suffering all along in Petyr’s company. I didn’t know it was so terrible  like in Kings Landing, where she was beaten everyday besides the humiliations and the daily terror! 

Comparing him to Cersei, to Joffrey and Ramsay..whoa, well, thanks Sophie, thanks D&D, good to know that! :)

Sophie also said how amazing that Sansa can dismiss Littlefinger whenever she wants ( you basically sent him to fuck off after he saved you and winterfell…). So it also means that Sansa was disgusted by him,she had to accept his kisses because she was his prisoner……UM..RIGHT…..

“As Sansa has grown and been a prisoner of all these manipulators, she’s been learning and adapting. Now she’s as good at playing the game as he is at this point,” Turner on Littlefinger

Sansa didn’t trust Davos in s6, because if Stannis, but Sophie has said a totally different thing again. (GoT s1-6 and s7 are two different things I belive)

https://www.instagram.com/p/BW2knVjgQdT/?tagged=sophieturner


2.  Sansa being in Petyr’s level aka destroying Baelish’s character to make the audience belive Sansa in a master manipulator and Jon is Ned 2 ( :DDD )


“As Sansa has grown and been a prisoner of all these manipulators, she’s been learning and adapting. Now she’s as good at playing the game as he is at this point,”  and the being similar to Cersei thing = Adorable, but not true

Just imagine Petyr saying Lysa before their wedding to fuck off, it would be a strong comfirmation of his manipulation skills, right? 

No, being manipulative is a completely different thing, and Sansa is very far from that, especially after ep1.

Since Sansa has such a huge power over Petyr, the smart step would be to make him belive he’s gonna get what he wants, to manipulate him, to keep him close so he cannot do any unpredictable as long as she needs his skills, as long as he can be useful for her. ( she could gorgive him as well, ‘theon’ thing…) Baelish was on the edge of death in his youth, he isn’t afraid of dying, in season 4 he confessed he would do anything to get what he wants, no matters what it costs, he would risk anything. So making him feel he’s an enemy of hers tells Sansa hasn’t learnt anything. We all know what happens when he feels himself in danger, when he feels his plan won’t work. I thought this was the whole point of Sansa getting lessons from him. To use these knowledge against him if it needs be. But being rude as hell, Sansa spoiled it. Now he knows she doesn’t trust him and doesn’t want to give him what he wants. I can totally see he will do something against her family members or maybe against her since he hates being humiliated and she basically told him he has no chance to win her affections.

 You know humiliation is an important thing in his life: He has created a life for himself by using the Littlefinger mask where nobody can humiliate him again. **

( By the way I’m not saying she has to be nice - there is a difference between being nice, being civil and being outright rude and ungrateful.

Acting like a brat to someone who just saved your life isn’t exactly wise. I would have thought Sansa knew how to play the game a bit better than she is. You can let someone know you’re displeased without resorting to acting like a spoilt teenager. )

Sansa just made him her enemy! I’m sure this is where this storyline will go! Aidan said it well, it’s gonna be a new thing : they have never been each other’s enemy before, right?

Let’s just see what happened:

( I have no idea how could anyone say he enjoyed being treated like a useless shit )

- He wanted to know if he has any chance to reach Sansa through her feelings. ( In s6 he proved his loyality to her by bringing the knights of the vale, and she promised a reward as well. In the Godswood scene it looked like Sansa belived he didn’t know about Ramsay, he forgave him,but she needed time to decide what to do to him and her new life, she managed the situation perfectly well)

- Being arrogant, hateful and disrespectful to him, Sansa told without words that she doesn’t like him, she doesn’t need him, she doesn’t trust him, she won’t give him what he wants, she using his love confess to treat him like a garbage whom she can do whatever she wants

- I do belive he closed the “ Petyr “ door in front of her. Look at his wounded face, he’s full with tension. I think he had a similar expression when Cat and Lysa used him for their games. He doesn’t want to be vulnerable again.

It was Pety’s face and when he changed and started smiling, he became Littlefinger. No more “pleasesansailoveyou”

- Now he’s gonna talk to Jon. I know from the leaks that he’s gonna say sg like He (jon) should thank him for saving Winterfell , Sansa and his life as well. I think he’s gonna ask Sansa’s hand for exchange and Jon will choke him because of that. ( Even show!Baelish would never be so stupid to tell Jon about his weakness, I mean why is he telking Jon he’s in love with sansa??? It doesn’t make sense: Oh, I forgot, D&D wants Jon to be similar to Ned so they sacrifice Pety’s character for that….great)

- Now he’s aware that everyone thinks him as a kind of enemy,and nobody wants to give him his rewards

- I think the knights will want to leave in ep3 because of the Dany plan. And Petyr will take a part in it. Maybe he will manipulate Royce to leave? Idk yet, but I belive lord Royce is gonna die by Baelish’s hands. And maybe he will blackmail Sansa to be his wife or else he’s gonna leave Winterfell with the vale soliders. And maybe this conflict will be the reason why he will try to turn arya and bran against her. Or D&D made him a vulnerable retard whom sansa will use whenever she wants. Both of the possible  versions are pointless, Baelish is completely out of character. He was well written until s5.

None of the characters are pure/evil, they are complex. None of them are better, than Petyr Baelish. Everybody has betrayed everyone if it helped them to reach their aims, if it suited their morlas. If it was good from their point of view. And almost every character had a part in Ned’s death. Sansa, Varys, Sandor, Cersei..ect. Cersei’s opinion was more important for Sansa, than her own family, and it was not the first time. She has been lying perfectly since her childhood, she enjoys manipulating people. Varys could have help him to escape from the jail, but let just say he had other plans for the future king (queen). Sandor could have helped him, but instead of that he killed Ned’s soliders and protected Joffrey. The original plan was to send him to the Wall, but Joffrey ordered his execution, even Cersei tried to stop it. Petyr did try to help him, but he was way too naive to this harsh cut throat world, where you can only survive if you play the game. Baelish has learnt this lesson to his sorrow when he was a naive little boy with dreams. This is the reason why he wears the Littlefinger mask when he needs it. He’s not flawless, but he was always respectful towards Sansa, he saved her several times, gave her useful lessons, and he never forced himself on her! Jamie has become a cute hero after his love interest in Brienne. But everybody forgot he wanted to kill Bran, because that little boy was a witness of his aberrant relationship with his own!sister! Not to mention he raped his own sibling in front of their dead child’s body! What a sick shit does things like that??! Rape is rape! Or Sandor, he served the Lannisters, when cersei asked him to bring her the stark girls, he obeyed again! He killed Arya’s child friend..ect! But you forgave him because he looked after Arya! Like every sick shit can be a saint after good doings except Baelsih who had a terrible childhood as well and he saved Sansa, Jon, and Winterfell and in exchange everybody tearted him like a piece of shit! GoT fans are very strange people.

for me their storyline has ended there:



Do you see it now? It’s him using his cold manipulator mask.

They have destroyed his character and the amazing relationship between sansa and petyr. It feels like a terrible fanfiction or a parody! 

(” father” Sandor, Saint Jamie….)



Thank you D&D!


( Obviously I won’t be able to handle this ridiculous shit, so I’m leaving,  PxS is the best fandom I have ever been in, thank you for the fun times and the kidness ❤❤❤ )

linkanator18  asked:

An Urbosa mother Link over hears someone making demeaning comments on his mother what does he do

“She probably couldn’t hold down a man if she tried, chief of the gerudo or not.” He was moving before he had fully registered the words, and his fist made contact with their jaw as a furious expression settled on his face. The offender stumbled back, glaring at him. “Hey, they fuck’s your problem?!”

“Talk about my mother like that again and I will break your arm.” They stared at him for a second before starting to laugh.

“She actually has a kid?! Ha! Probably stole ya!” Their friend was backing away, eyes wide, hands in front of them peacefully. Link stared at them for just a second before grabbing their arm and bending it behind their back, popping the shoulder out of the socket and cutting their laughter off with a cry of pain. He let go of their arm and kicked the back of their knees, forcing them to the ground before walking off, hands twitching angrily. 


Urbosa was waiting for him when he got home.

“I heard from the castle town guard that you broke someone’s arm after punching them?” His eye twitches, and his jaw clenches.

“A, I dislocated it, not broke it, and b I punched them because they were talking bad about you. They said you couldn’t hold down a man if you tried which is a; blatantly untrue, you could you just don’t want anyone like that, and b; fucking rude. I warned them not to talk bad about you anymore and I had called you my mom and they just started laughing and-” He cuts off in a furious screech. Urbosa sighs and walks over, hugging him.

“As much as I appreciate the sentiment, you can’t just hurt people because they’re talking bad about me.” He hugs back, groaning loudly. “I know Link, but you can’t. Wanna go up to the pool at the top of town? You can take out your frustrations by splashing the water, you’ve told me it’s very cathartic before.” He nods, and she pulls away and gives him a small smile. “Thank you for trying to defend my reputation, kiddo.” He smiles back, before smacking her arm gently and running out, officially starting one of their races. She laughs and runs after him.

Thrice this AU is fun to write. *Blue

“I’ve been trying to make amends!” Faye bit out, though her voice was less aggressive than it was wobbly. She drew her arms away from her chest and crunched her fingers into fists, trying to believe the shaking was from anger and not hurt.

Kane barked humourless laughter. With a twist to his lips he put his hand in front of her face to stop whatever she was about to say next, which was probably a good thing because Faye had no idea herself.

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The Offspring | Damian Wayne [Part 1]

damian finds out who your parents are
warnings: probably spelling/grammar errors


“Beloved,” Damian clears his throat trying to gain your attention. You barely spare him a glance and wave him off with a hum as you focus on the screen. He purses his lips and grabs the back of your chair and spins your around to face him. He looks tired, but his eyes are soft. He dangles a flash-drive in front of your face and sighs. “You left this. Again.”

“I didn’t even realize I had- Nevermind.” You sigh and swipe it from his hands.

“What is it?” He gives you a look and kneels with one hand on your knee and the other moving to softly cup your cheek.

You open your mouth only to close it. You stare into his eyes and your heart stops. Just for a moment. For that moment, you see all that he is and all that he’s become. He’s done so much for you. He’s always been by your side, has always supported you. How could you be so lucky? Someone like Damian – someone so … perfect – is yours. All yours.

You sigh softly and give him a worn smile. “I can’t find anything on my birth parents, Dae. I’ve looked and looked but I can’t find anything. It’s like they don’t exist.”

“I can have Richard loo-”

“No,” You shake your head, “I’ve already tried Jim and if he can’t find anything then your brother wouldn’t have much luck either.”

Damian stared at you silently and nods. There’s no point in trying to get you to change your mind. He gives you a sweet, swift kiss on your forehead before standing back up without a word. You take that as an okay to turn back to what you were doing as he takes his phone out of his pocket. He moves to the kitchen, trying to be discreet, as he opens up messenger. He glances back at you for a moment before sending the message.

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“You sure you want to do this?” Dick holds a few files in his hands, giving his brother a look.

“I didn’t ask you down here for a lecture, Richard,” He replies and grabs the folders from his hands. It takes him a few seconds to look through them. “The birth certificate is fake, as well as everything else in these.”

“Yeah,” Dick leans against the building’s wall with his arms crossed, “I couldn’t dig up anything online, either. Someone’s covering their tracks.”

“Father may know something,” He mutters and ignores the sinking feeling in his chest.

“Wouldn’t doubt it,” Dick replies. “Bruce has a way of knowing things before any of us. What about Y/N? You plan on telling her any of this?”

He grabs the files he wants and needs, folds them, and puts them into his utility belt before looking at his brother. “They have finals.”

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Damian stared at the screen in disbelief. The same information Bruce saw all those years ago stares back at the eighteen-year-old like a stab to the back. The Batmobile rolls into the cave after a long night of patrol. He listens as the car comes to a complete stop, as the door opens and his father steps out. By the time he reaches him, Damian is fuming and trying his hardest to control what he says.

“How long?” He asks.

“Since your first Christmas together,” Bruce replies.

Damian stares at the screen for a moment before burying his head in his hands. He grips his hair with his fingers as he goes over everything in his head one last time. Bruce makes his way to him, clicking off the information displayed and places a hand on his son’s shoulder. He squeezes it in an attempt to comfort him. Damian closes his eyes and accepts the attempt but nothing could calm his racing heart. He needed to tell you, but how could he? How could he tell you that your the offspring of the Joker?


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anonymous asked:

I didn't mean it was a Larrie fantasy that he'll probably get a nomination. He probably will. They're campaigning hard & Stringer needs to save face. I just think his team is front-loading his career too much. HS1 is good but not anywhere near a best-reviewed album. Pushing so hard for Harry to immediately receive top accolades is just knocking on the door of backlash. If he's going to have a great LT career, let him build it, don't force it by calling in every favour on his first try, imo.

I’m sorry if I sounded too defensive; I didn’t mean to be abrasive– and I apologize.

I think your idea that his team shouldn’t oversell him is a good one, actually. I’m sure better songs and better albums will come.

That said, Harry is competitive in the rock categories (song, performance), and SOTT is competitive for SOTY. I have my fingers crossed.

anonymous asked:

Cherkov and 13 :))))

13. A kiss we had to wait for. 

Chekov x reader

(thank you so much, lovely!)


“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon.” You chanted as the lift lowered to the ground floor. 

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon.” You breathed and leaned over the front seat of the taxi as it stopped at what seemed like the millionth red light. 

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon.” You bounced on your toes as you waited at the shuttle bay terminal, on lookout for the familiar sweep of curly brown hair.  

Wringing your hands in front of you, you craned your neck to look over the crowds of people.  

There.  

“PASHA!” You yelled, pushing between people to get through, muttering “excuse me” as your heart raced excitedly in your chest. 

You called his name again as you grew closer, and when his head swiveled and his eyes met yours the smile on his face nearly melted your heart.  

“Y/N!” He called back, his head popping out of the swarming crowds, and his eyes leaving yours as he pushed through to get to you. 

Finally he broke through and there was a clear path between you and him and you took off.  Sprinting forward, tears in your eyes, you leaped into his open arms as soon as he dropped his bags and nearly sobbed when his arms came tight around you. 

Not able to wait any longer, you took his head in your hands and crushed your lips to his, kissing him hard enough that he staggered backwards and almost dropped you.  

Laughing, smiling, and crying through the kiss, you felt your heart surge as you were finally together again. 

“I missed you so much.” You said between kisses. 

“I meessed you too, my sunflower.” He set your feet on the ground and cradled your head in his hands. 

“You are never leaving for that long again, ever.” You reprimanded, taking a break from the kiss to pull back and press your forehead to his. 

“I can do zat.” He smiled, leaning in for another kiss. 


FMA Fic Commission: Graduation Day Surprise

Commission by: @dylanyonah

Show: FullMetal Alchemist Brotherhood (Post series/Spoilers) 

Pairing: Royai

Characters: Oc (Royai Daughter), Roy Mustang, Riza Hawkeye

 Words: 1,720

                                          Graduation Day Surprise

 Riza very rarely smiled. She’s not a lifeless doll, it’s just that there isn’t much joy in doing paperwork. Which took up most of her time. It’s usually things outside of her job that bring her joy.

She smiles when her dog, Black Hayate, is chasing his own tail. She smiled when Roy kissed her good morning. Riza smiled when Rebecca and she went out for coffee. Even now, she had a smile of pride on her face. Not everyone can say their child is a military graduate.

Roy Mustang sat next his wife Riza as the two had front row seats to the ceremony. They were among the other high ranking officers watching the privates receive their achievements. A sea of blue uniforms was all one could see if looking from a high elevation. If you counted the stage as ‘high’ that is.

Private Mustang did consider it high however. There was a mild discomfort that would occur when she was above ground, but it didn’t last. It was nothing compared to what basic training had her go through. As she obtained her rank of Corporal, Rina Mustang smiled almost as brightly as her mother in the audience. Thank God boot camp was over.

As the ceremony proceeded, everyone headed to the banquet inside the mess hall.

“I’m so proud of you!” Riza said giving her daughter a hug.

Even after all her p.t, Rina still let out a subtle “Oomph.”

“Did that hurt?” Riza asked. Unfortunately, she was still a little bigger than Rina in terms of strength.

“Yes ma’am.” Rina said fixing her uniform, “My arms are still sore.”

“You’re still not used to a little pain?” Roy teased.

Rina smirked, “Well, my platoon never gave each other bear hugs.”

“What kind of hugs did they give you?” Roy asked in a snarky manner.

“The kind where you’re being carried on their back because you can’t feel your legs.” Rina snarked back.

The two stared at each other for just a moment. Roy was analyzing Rina’s face. Her short black hair, angular eyes, and youthful cheeks were taken from him. Rina’s tree brown colored eyes, arrow like nose, and small smile belonged to Riza. One thing she didn’t get from her mother was that boastful laugh Riza was currently listening too in stereo.

Both of her black haired family members caught some attention as they arched their backs laughing like, as Ed put it a few weeks ago when he visited, ‘hyenas’.

“That’s my girl!” Roy said picking Rina up off the ground with his hug. “How many people did you carry?”

“Four sir.” Rina replied.

“At once?” Roy asked sincerely.

“No sir.” Rina tightened up her posture a bit. While she was standing before her dad, she was also in the presence of a General. It would take a while to snap out of that reflex. “It was one at a time over the course of my basic training.”

“That’s good.” Riza said.

Rina smiled again, “Thank you ma’am.”

“Oh please dear. Call me mom.” Okay, maybe Riza was just as sarcastic as her husband.

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Location: main floor; Hotel California
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Isaiah squeezed his eyes shut, holding them closed for a moment, before continuing to stare down the wall in front of him. “Y’know,” he said, tone even, “I think I figured out how to get out of here.”

He reached out to touch the section of wall he was staring at, fingers shakily brushing against paint that showed no difference from the section he’d been staring at and others. He was too tired to force a grin onto his face, but the ghost of a smile was there. “D’you trust me? Because y’just gotta trust that it’s there.”

He retracted his hand.

“That’s the trick, I think,” he said, a tired half-laugh being forced out of him ( god did he just want to get out of here ), “Essentially, faith.”

Karmagisa (oneshot)

((This take place 7 years after graduation. Or maybe 8. Anyway, Nagisa is well into being a teacher so around that time.))

“Nagisa…”

Karma slowly emerged from the frail, blank door that led to Nagisa’s room. It wasn’t long ago that he’d come from work, now approaching his friend who’d messaged him earlier, seeking his aid. Slender digits manoeuvred their way to Nagisa’s person— his left shoulder. The gentle touch caused the other to flinch abruptly, eliciting an unsuspecting gasp from the smaller male. A smooth, deep tone broke the silence permeating the room.

“Nagisa…what happened..?”

The young Shiota was stood in front of his bed lightly trembling, hands covering his face. Karma himself fearing for Nagisa’s wellbeing gently embraced him from the back, moving as if any harsher movement would shatter his fragile companion who didn’t seem to answer. The trembling had stopped momentarily as the bluenette finally pried his hands away to speak. A small hoarse voice shook as it left his petite lips.

“I almost….I-I almost killed someone…”

Truth be told, Karma was certainly taken aback. He even thought about asking him to repeat what he said but at that current moment, he didn’t believe Nagisa would have the ability to find the words again in his current state. Instead, he slowly moved his arms to rest atop the bluenette’s shoulders and turned him around with those same gentle movements. There, he tilted Nagisa’s chin up to see that tears had started falling, staining his porcelain doll face and as if at the worst moment, Karma’s sadism kicked in.

That face. That innocent face wracked with guilt was utterly breathtaking through faded amber irises. Nagisa looked just like a damsel in distress— so vulnerable. Prey. That said, he couldn’t entertain those thoughts. Nagisa was a precious friend whom he couldn’t afford to lose. He had to banish those indecent thoughts immediately and calm his companion to get the information — why Nagisa was so distraught. He spoke with a softened cadence to his tone.

“Nagisa…calm down. Breathe. And tell me what happened.”

Responding to his logic, Nagisa complied. He took in deep, silent breaths to calm himself before opening his mouth to speak again.

“E-earlier this morning….during class, an intruder barged in to ‘settle the score’ with one of my students. He was from another school it seems as his uniform, though disheveled, wasn’t familiar… he beat on him until he was black and blue but didn’t avoid getting bruises himself…and somewhere along the line…I snapped. Having watched my dear student being pulverised in front of me…I-I just couldn’t take it and then everything went by so quickly…All I can remember now is my hand holding fast to a pair of scissors…ready to jam them i-into his throat…”

Karma could tell Nagisa was holding back the tears as his vocals were shaky yet nonetheless, he let him speak.

“I remember the terror in his eyes…the voices screaming at me to stop…but I couldn’t even hear them clearly…it was as if I was back on that platform with Takoaka sensei.” His azure orbs lifted to regard Karma, almost as if he were asking for help, his vocals now accompanied by a pleading cadence to his tone. “I was going to kill him Karma. I was. There was no doubt in my mind that if I hadn’t been restrained…I would have slit his throat…in front of everybody..” His breathing hitched as he begun to cry once more, trembling once more and muttering sayings to put himself down through the tears.

“Korosensei would…k-korosensei…would be ashamed…h-how can I live u-up to that standard i-if I—” With that, Karma hushed him.

“Nagisa. That’s enough.” He still kept his tone hushed however as to not startle the bluenette. Nonchalantly wiping the tears from his best friend’s face, he then proceeded to lightly pat the top of the young teacher’s head with the intent to comfort. Eventually, the bluenette calmed and ceased his tears, his head inches away from Karma’s chest— the only contact was Karma patting his head. Nothing more. He spoke.

“Karma…”

“Yes Nagisa.”

“Am I…a monster?”

The redhead chuckled at his enquiry, ceasing his action and tilting his chin up once more to look at him. Blue oculars met faded caramel ones. Karma answered, a hint of sweetness trickling through his words. “No Nagisa. You’re an exceptional assassin and an incredible teacher. Korosensei would be proud just as I am.” He paused to smile.

“You. Nagisa Shiota. The hidden mouse of class 3-E who has worked up the ranks to become leader of the class and now following in the footsteps of our beloved perverted octopus. That takes talent and I tell you no lie.”

“Where are you going with this exactly…?”

“I’m saying that even so with all your achievements, it’s okay to fall down sometimes. You’re not a monster…you just love your students way too much…just like Korosensei. You’re doing fine Nagisa…just fine. All you need to do now is fix yourself up, get up and get back in the race.” He expressed his words with a large grin to finish however something still lay beneath the surface of his comforting. Those words. Those weren’t the words he wanted to say to little Nagisa’s tearstained visage.

Shiota himself let loose a small smile yet doubt still filled his mind.

“What if though…what if I had killed him? What if I ruined my image as a teacher? W-what if my students never want to look at me again?-” As he went off an that tangent, he couldn’t feel himself becoming too riled up about his past and present and Karma himself was losing patience until..

“– And I’d get arrested! B-Because murder is murder no matter how you look at it, isn’t that what Terasaka sai—”

“Ah geez! Are you honestly going to overlook the advice I just gave you because of your irrational fear of yourself and your capabilities?? Despite the perfectly logical argument I brought to your attention, you’re still going to go on about that shit?!….or maybe…that’s not what works with you…maybe I should’ve told you what I thought the moment I saw those tears run down your face..” At this, Karma’s eyes grew noticeably darker. Clouded almost. His expression did the same which Nagisa immediately picked up on causing suspicion to rise. He took a miniature step back as the atmosphere grew tense.

“W-what do you mean by that, Karma?”

“You know Nagisa…didn’t we have a dynamic back when we first became friends? It stuck with us up until graduation. Remember?”

Nagisa’s tone turned somewhat stern leaving traces of his previous mood and anxiousness. “I don’t get what you mean.”

With that Karma’s signature smirk drew itself onto his face. His tone becoming playful. “You don’t remember? You were always so innocent and I was the monster. The demon. The Big. Bad. Wolf…”

“What—”

“You were the little piglet and I was the Big Bad Wolf. No matter how bad any of your mistakes were, I would make even bigger ones, whether it be skipping school or getting sus-pen-ded. You never had time to think about how bad the things you did were because I’d always do something worse— enough for you to focus on. So, Na-gi-sa—”

After seemingly singing those syllables, Karma aimlessly pinned the bluenette to the cotton sheets of his relatively smaller bed. Nagisa was too caught up in shock to react or even say anything which Karma used as an opening to continue.

“Would you like me to be your Big. Bad. Wolf?”

spectre, part ii

I was horrified to realize that this broke my writer’s block. Part 1 has been edited.

Context: When He Ying picked up the lingam in a run-down cave, he picked up an unwanted voyeur in the shape of Sendhil Ramamurthy. In other words, an unsanctioned interpretation of Shiva is trying to get He Ying to have a good time.

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Hypothetical Handplates scenario in which Sans realizes he can teach himself Common.

(Ugh, tumblr is making them blurry for some reason so I guess full-view if you want the not-blurry version??)

Convoluted explanation incoming. Handplates is an Undertale fancomic by @zarla-s and if you like Papyrus and Sans, go read it, is good stuff. So I guess this is an AU fancomic of an AU fancomic? I dunno, the idea wouldn’t leave my brain until I did something with it. So. Zarla did a Christmas doodle where Gaster gave the boys a box of ginger cookies that had the word COOKIES on the side in big letters, and because my job gives me way too much time to think about random stuff, I realized something.

In Handplates, Gaster taught the bros to read and write Wingdings but deliberately did not teach them monster Common (ie: English) so they can’t read his nametag or anything. Thing is, Wingdings is a 1:1 substitution cipher for English. Every Wingdings symbol exactly equals an English letter; it’s not a different language, just a different set of pictures. As somebody who has taught herself a fair number of substitution ciphers, there are a few things you look for when you’re trying to translate a code and you don’t have a key in front of you. Most notably, single-letter words (in English they will usually be A or I) or double letters next to each other. Like the OO in “COOKIES”.

Sans is smart. Gaster has fed them junk food before and odds are good Sans knows how to spell “COOKIES”. The word is on the box in huge letters and Gaster just said it out loud, so it is fresh in Sans’ mind. That double-O is a huge tip-off. He would put it together that the word on the front of the box matches what’s inside. Once you figure out a few of the letters, it becomes steadily easier to decode the rest.

I feel like Gaster exposes the boys to enough Common (the nametag, food wrappers, computer monitors, the books Sans sits on) that Sans could pick it up with a proper starting point. Papyrus probably not, because he had a hard enough time with Wingdings, but Sans is eager for any opportunity to undermine Gaster and I’m sure he’d jump at the chance. In this comic he elects not to tell Papyrus, though. He doesn’t know Gaster has cameras in the cell (or even what a camera is) but he’s figured out that Gaster can spy on them somehow, and the last time Gaster caught them learning something he didn’t like, Papyrus got the ever-loving hell beat out of him. So Sans keeps quiet about it for now. And thus starts the long-standing tradition of keeping important secrets from his brother.

On the technical side, it took me a freakin’ week to sketch and outline this whole thing. Coloring and shading only took me like a day. In the meantime Zarla actually kinda addressed the cookie comic, but this was almost done by then so oh well. I’m finding my poses and proportions turn out a LOT better when I’m doodling skeletons, like what, drawing basic anatomy will make you better at anatomy, you don’t say?? A lot of this was a self-challenge to see if I could imitate Zarla’s art style, and I referenced previous Handplates comics a lot for the backgrounds and Sans’ face. Full disclosure: Gaster’s pose up there is basically copied from Zarla’s original comic because I was rushing through to get on to the actual meat of the story. He’s just here for setup. I had fun trying to figure out how to do his Lost Soul head though. Also, I hate Papyrus’ face from the front. Also also, it was tricky trying to convey “mentally translating an unknown alphabet into a known one” when pretty much everyone who sees this comic is already familiar with the “unknown” one and not the “known” one, but I think I pulled it off. 

TL;DR- I imitated somebody else’s style to do an AU of an AU; I am not Zarla; Zarla is the creator of Handplates and also Gaster’s pose in the first panel; I like ciphers too much and also I gave the cookies icing because that is the only kind of ginger cookie I know.