please don´t kill me

Fanon Lotor be like

i am not even sorry just take this

[ profundum. ]

[ @eromai. ]

Cullen raised his eyes to note the position of the sun, the slits of his eyes narrowing to compensate for the light. Still hung in the zenith of its ecliptic, he surmised it was still about noon. Good. He had a good many hours still to work before the bruxa would stir.

The house she was reputed to have inhabited was little better than a cottage, small but well-built and well-kept, situated on a cliff overlooking the concordant coastline of a resplendent sea. Not a crumbling ruin, not a wind-eroded cave. A pretty, proper house. 

But that was the information given him: a bruxa of inordinate beauty, living in a house by the sea. And no ravens or passerine birds attended her, but swans. Swans. He wondered for a moment if he hadn’t been commissioned to exterminate the princess of a folktale and not a monster at all.

A trap, perhaps, he mused as he carefully, quietly made his way to the door, his . A small space. Enclosed. Maybe yrden set at the threshold as a precaution. Couldn’t hurt, he decided.

He took a breath, drew his fingers in the shape of the glyph. Moon dust in one hand, his silver sword in the other, he breathed once more and kicked in the door. 

I hope you all had an awesome Christmas! ^-^  Here some Grelliam, where William tries to not be socially awkward xD

Undertaker’s telling a joke, but I can’t really translate it into english, it’s a wordplay… >_> 

And I noticed how everyone’s dressed nice and fancy and Grell is just sitting there in his normal clothes…damnit, I should have given him a lovely dress or something… :c I noticed too late…but hey, he has awesome socks…probably because his feet always hurt like hell because of this heels >_> …honestly Grell, how can you walk in these things?!

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“Here…I-uh…got you a little…something…”
 

Grell looked up when he heard a familiar sounding voice next to him. He raised one of his eyebrows in confusion though, as he looked into William’s eyes, who was sitting next to him on the leather couch all of a sudden. The black haired man even seemed to smile a little bit. 

“It-…It’s nothing special…but…well…I thought…”, he continued to talk and adjusted his glasses with his hand awkwardly. 

Grell was surprised. He actually hadn’t expected William to actually…get something for him. The redhead was a bit confused.  

“Wha-…oh…?”, the redhead couldn’t do anything though. At the very moment Will practically thrusted the gift into Grell’s hand. Not as rude as it may sound though. Gently. 

“…Thank you…”, Grell started to smile, looking at the gift. It was neatly wrapped up in fancy, red wrapping paper with a lovely ribbon on top, also red. He started to wonder, what might be inside that box.

Grell then looked up again and smiled at Will, suddenly noticing something. He was wearing something different than usual. And he noticed another thing… 

“Will…you…are even wearing my bowtie? …The one I got for you last year?”, Grell started grinning, “How very sweet of you, darling…~”


“…Merry Christmas, Grell”.

  • me: [wakes up]
  • me: what do they film on the set of 'the 100' today
  • me: what did they film ever since yesterday
  • me: did they film the bellarke reunion already
  • me: did clarke already run into lexa
  • me: are monty and jasper bffs again doing their nerdy high-five
  • me: please help me @ god