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I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.  Was he actually threatening my family?  What did he want so desperately that he was willing to go to any lengths necessary to get it?

Noticing my shocked expression, he continued to speak, “I assume that your beloved father did not tell you of my request.  It is really quite simple my dear: I am in want of a companion.  

“Why me?  I am sure that you could find many, much more agreeable individuals to keep you company if companionship is what you are seeking.” I replied.

“I am well aware that I could very easily hire someone to be my assistant, if simple companionship were all I desired.  But it is not.  You remind me very much of someone I once knew, someone I loved dearly, who was taken from me in a most tragic way.  When I saw you at your parents’ house I felt as if I had been given a second chance at happiness.  All I ask is that you agree to come and live here with me.  If you do, I will make sure your family’s problems will disappear. In fact, I will make sure that their fortunes become the opposite of what they currently are.  Now tell me Selene, don’t you want to help your family?”

missbelover  asked:

FIRST of all I love your art and your blog you're so talented! Secondly, if you're still doing the expression thing, can you please draw some marichat with Chat as 1A and Mari as 2C? If you don't want to draw both that's okay too! Thank you for your kindness and continuing to create such wonderful art! Oh! And Happy Holidays 😘

One sided reveal! :P

I’m not taking more requests, just finishing the one’s left C:

You are a Hell Writer, you design hells for people after they die based on studying their life history. Today Satan summons you to his sanctum and you are troubled to see that he has a shocked expression on his face.

Meanwhile at hogwarts

Everyone wakes up to find that Gryffindor has somehow gained 200 house points overnight, everyone is really confused because they don’t know what the Gryffindors have done to get that many points but the question on everyone’s mind is soon answered when dumbledore makes a speech at breakfast
“Last night Harry Potter and Ron Weasley snuck out of their beds under a very secret invisibly cloak to go on a giant goose chase in the forbidden forest, Mr Potter and Mr Weasley were very brave that night, when they realised there were indeed no geese in the forbidden forest they ran and ran as fast as they could, Harry tripped and cut his knee but do not fear Harry showed signs of a true Gryffindor, he was brave, courageous and he was daring and only cried for a minimum of five minutes, I therefore rewarded Mr Potter and Mr Weasley for their brave acts”
Everyone turns to the gryffindor table to see Harry and Ron smirking at each other, Hermione looking between them and dumbledore with a shocked expression on her face and on the other side of the hall is Draco Malfoy literally fuming

So I just wanna say that I’m pretty sure Yuuri was speaking Japanese up until he said, “Be my coach!”

There was this post once upon a time that pointed out the use of English in the anime, and the way Victor looks at Yuuri before he says that is more of a wondering/shocked kind of expression. It wouldn’t surprise me at all if drunk!Yuuri was just babbling on in Japanese before finally switching to English.

It’d also make Victor’s cute “love at first sight” expression even more adorable because he fell in love with this drunk Japanese skater that he couldn’t understand a word of just because of how he danced and how fun and cute he was.

Galra Keith
  • Keith comes out as half Galra to everyone like Pidge did but this time only Lance knew
  • Keith: Guys...I'm half Galra
  • Everyone but Lance and Keith: *wide eyes and shocked expressions*
  • Lance: Wait was I supposed to think you were fully human
  • Everyone: How do you know Lance?!
  • Lance: He purrs in his sleep so he was either a cat or Galra

Camille Coduri and Noel Clarke getting a bit frisky with David Tennant at the Voyage of the Damned premiere event.

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anonymous asked:

You *could* (pleaseeeee) do an imagine about harry hurting his hand/not taking care of himself 😏

I definetly could…. I think I will, actually. (I wrote this super fast, might be a tad messy.) 

You rise up on your toes in interest when you hear the jangle of keys against your front door, setting down your book and picking up your tea mug as you await for the door to swing open.

When it does, it reveals your boyfriend who looks quiet cozy, a bag on his shoulder and coat in his hand as he pulls the keys out of the door and shuts it behind him.

“Where’d you go?” You ask, breaking the silence because you can’t wait any longer. 

His head snaps up from hanging the coat on one of the hooks you guys have lining the wall, looking at you with a shocked expression which quickly melts into a relaxed smile. 

“Went to the gym, thought yeh would still be asleep.” He mumbles, setting the back down with a thump as he makes his way over to you.

“The bed was cold.” You pout, taking him in as he stands in front of you. He’s got that big gray sweatshirt he’s been practically living in on, with a pair of shorts and tennis shoes.To top it all off, he’s wearing a beanie with his wild curls poking out around the edges. He has a striking resemblance to himself from 4 years ago. Except, now he looks like a grumpy old man when he frowns, not an anger driven teenager.

“ ‘M sorry, angel.” He apologizes, taking your head into his hands and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. Your eyes squeeze shut from the outside cold that is still lingering on his skin when he runs his fingers through your hair. 

“S’okay, I guess. Did you have a good workout?” You ask, swinging your arms around his waist and tugging him towards you before he can go anywhere.

He lets out a chuckle and wraps an arm around your shoulder, squeezing you to him. “S’fine, been too long since ‘ve gone.” 

“Mm, well you’ve been busy, love.” You mumble, taking a sip of your tea before you tilt your head back to look up at him.  

He smirks at you while running a hand over the crown of your head, pressing your most likely messy bed hair down, “Yeah, but I should’ve made time.” 

You roll your eyes at him before you set your mug down and tug on his sweatshirt, lowering him down to you.

“What’s this?” He asks warmly, peering  at you with inquisitive eyes. 

“Kiss.” You supply simply, puckering your lips.

He laughs, a swift gentle laugh before he leans down further to oblige. His lips are cold too, and your nose scrunches up at the feeling. He nudges his nose with yours before pulling away, “S’that peppermint tea yeh got?” He licks his lips with a smacking sound.

“Mhm, want to try some?” You ask, offering your mug up to him. He takes it from you and blows at the steaming liquid a bit before bringing it up to his lips. 

“S’good, we should get more.” He concludes, ducking down to take a another sip before you can scold him to get his own tea. 

But you’re not concerned about the tea, when the white bandage on his hand has caught your eye. You frown, taking the mug from him and setting it down with a  clang before you take his hand and observe it, carefully tracing your fingers over the bandage. 

“What did you do?” You scold, eyes flashing up at him with scorn. You’re afraid to lift the bandage, if you’re being honest. Harry had a knack for accidentally hurting himself and it makes your stomach do summersaults. When he had first come home with a  bandage and an achy back from filming, you had freaked out.

“S’nothing, love. Just a little sore from boxing.” He soothes you, squeezing your hand gently.

“Let me see, then.” You counter with a raise of your eyebrows.

“Don’t believe me, do yeh?” He says with scoff as he begins to unwrap the bandage from around his hand.

You lean forward a peek a little, relieved to see that there isn’t any scathing red coloring his hand but you watch him wince as he flexes his hand and your heart jumps as if you’re the one in pain.

“Harry! Be careful!”  You cry, reaching forward and grabbing his hand again.

“S’my hand, pet. Don’t know wha’ else I can do..” He’s teasing you, and you’re not having any of it. 

“You’re a bloody- god, Harry I just wish you’d take care of yourself. Don’t like seeing you… hurt.” You murmur, the last word falling from your mouth with sorrow.

“M’fine, sweetheart. No need t’worry.” He reassures you suddenly, darting forward and cupping your cheek with his injured hand.

You meet his eyes and he’s being sincere, and there’s nothing else you can quite do so you sigh with defeat, nuzzling your cheek into his touch. “No more boxing. Not until it feels better, you hear me?” 

He smirks, dimple popping at your command but he nods nonetheless. “Course, whatever yeh say love.”

“Good.” You conclude, turning your cheek to press a kiss to his palm before you get up to get another kettle of tea brewing for him. 

He comes up behind you suddenly, hand gripping your bum and giving it a possessive squeeze. “Yeh know.. there’s something I can think o’ t’make my hand feel better..” He rasps warm into your ear, before smacking your bum with a cracking sound that overpowers the screaming kettle. 

let’s agree to disagree: the fixed signs


leo: I want to rule the world. I want to stand out and shine.

aquarius: I want the people to rule themselves. I want to belong.


taurus: I will have a warm, beautiful home, a loving family, and a secure future.

scorpio: I will have your mind, body, and soul, for eternity.


leo: I want to be remembered long after I die. I want to live forever.

scorpio: I want to know what happens after death. My soul will live forever.


taurus: If you try to force your will on me, I will not budge an inch.

aquarius: If you try to make me conform, I will ruthlessly shatter your narrow worldview and idiotic expectations.


scorpio: I need to know the truth. I need people to tell me the truth, no matter what.

aquarius: I need to live by my truth. I will shock people by expressing my truth unapologetically.


taurus: I am beautiful, intelligent, well-loved, and a good person. I don’t need to prove my worth to anyone else.

leo: I want people to see me as beautiful, brilliant, and brave. I need others to acknowledge and reinforce what I believe about myself.

anonymous asked:

How do you draw really shocked expressions? Like You just watched something terrible happen and you can't exactly register it kind of shocked

Well, shock is a very primal response, and is for the most part very vacant, and holds the very basic initial response the person registers. 

A lot of the shock can be invoked through the almost disturbingly emotionless expression. You should be able to see how much tension is involved. 

Also shock can be more easily read when compared to the previous motion, as a sort of contrast. The biggest sense of this is through the pupils, how they mentally process the situation, and how they physically either act or recoil to the situation. 

I hope this wasn’t too vague, and I hope it helps! 💛

So anyway Magnus asks Alec to move in with him and after he agrees and they have their cute little celebration  Magnus gives Alec the key and Alec stares at it in his palm with a shocked and awestruck expression on his face and then he just closes his fist around it and looks at Magnus determinedly and says, “I’m going to try it out right now.” and runs excitedly to the door but stops and runs back and grabs Magnus by the shirt and crashes their lips clumsily and hurriedly, but still full of love and affection, together before pulling away and pecking Magnus on the cheek for good measure and sprinting towards the door, throwing it open, and running outside and closing the door behind him.  Magnus stares at the closed door, a hand on his cheek, a giddy smile on his face.

“Lock the door!” Magnus hears Alec yell, his voice slightly muffled and he chuckles, but Magnus complies and snaps his fingers and hears the lock click shut. He then hears the fumbling of the key and almost swoons when the door swings open and Alec strides confidently inside, grinning from ear to ear as he takes in Magnus as if this is the first time he’s seen him in ages. He takes off his jacket and throws it on the chair familiarly.

“Honey, I’m home!” He calls in a sing-song, very un-Alec voice and Magnus bursts out laughing and Alec scoops him up in his arms and kisses him properly mid-laugh. They stand there for a few minutes, their lips moving against each others’ passionately, wrapped in each others arms and in pure bliss, the only sounds interrupting the silence of the loft being giggles, heavy breathing, and moans from the two, happy, smitten men.  

 “Welcome home, sweetheart.” Magnus whispers adoringly when he pulls away, his hands framing Alec’s face, his feet a few inches off the ground as Alec held him by the waist. He Eskimo kisses Alec lovingly and touches his forehead to the younger man’s.

“Our home.” Alec hums contently and him and Magnus start giggling again and they just throw their arms around each other in a hug, Magnus’ face buried in Alec’s shoulder and Alec holding onto Magnus as if his life depended on it.

And, to be frank, it did.