this is actually a little bit sinister

Six Winter disappointments

1. When you purchase Winter clothes which promise that they will protect you from the elements, but it turns out that they only mean some elements and plutonium is not one of them, and you have become too dead in the process of finding this out to ask for a refund.

2. When your snowmen become charmingly alive and you spend a bittersweet night drinking advocaat with them before the forecast thaw and cursing the dawn; after which point they melt into yellow slush in the yard and multiple passers-by draw inferences about your household’s urination preferences.

3. When you fall in love with Winter and Winter falls in love with you and you elope together to live in carefree abandon an industrial meat freezer, depriving everyone else of Winter and leading to catastrophic atmospheric warming.

4. When you wake up in the morning to a great hushed whiteness outside the window and you think that it might be the million albino cats come to pay you homage that were forecast at your birth by your sinister goblin aunt, but it’s actually snow, like it’s always been.

5. When you accidentally put some Winter an unlabelled seasoning jar on the shelf with the spices, and Winter in a jar looks a bit like salt, so sometimes when your food needs a little seasoning you end up making it a bit saltier and sometimes you end up knocking it off the plate with an icy blast of hailstones.

6. When you think Winter has finally packed up and slouched off to the other pole of the Earth for a while, but it turns out Winter left a bunch of its crap at your place and every few days there’s a knock at the window and ‘Hi, it’s Winter!’ and you have to go and dig out your warm coat again whilst Winter rummages around outside trying to find that icicle it thinks it left somewhere.

EXO (Minus CBX) - Reaction to You Playing With Their Hair

CBX Reaction: HERE

Luhan:
You had woken up before Lu like usual. You admired his sleeping figure. His already angelic face looked much more peaceful and beautiful when he was resting and his mind was at ease. You reached over and ran your fingers through his hair. It was soft and silky, smooth as it moved between your fingers. After a little bit his eyes slowly opened. “Good morning baobei. This is a nice way to wake up.” He smiled over at you which went from sweet to somewhat sinister quickly. “Actually you know what would be even nicer?” You giggled as he moved over you and placed his lips against your own. He definitely was not sleepy now.

Kris (Yifan):
When Kris’s hair finally grew back after it had all been shaved off you couldn’t stop yourself from playing with it. He would just be having a casual conversation with you and then you would reach over and stroke his hair. He would act all cool about it at first but greatly enjoyed the attention. He would eventually smile and give you a loving kiss.

Junmyeon:
Your leader boyfriend goes through a lot when it comes to the group. He loves it, but it wears him out. You could see the haziness in his eyes after a long day of rehearsing and prompted him to relax in bed. When you went in and found him still doing stuff on his phone you plucked the device out of his hand and placed it on the end table. “Lay down,” you directed and he followed not in the mood to defy his lady. You laid down next to him and gently ran your fingers through his hair. He let out a sigh, “This is what I needed.” You giggled and eventually got him to fall asleep. The peace on his sleeping face was what you needed to see.

Yixing:
Yixing enjoyed it when you messed with his hair. As busy as his schedule was, and his traveling from country to country tired him out but he wouldn’t admit it. He closed his eyes and sat in silence finding comfort and peace in your touch. “I love you baobei.” You would lean over and give him a soft kiss on the lips, making him want to keep kissing you.

Chanyeol:
Chanyeol was driving as you reached over and started playing with the ball of fluff on top of his head. This puppy wouldn’t even try to hide how much he enjoyed it. “Awe Jagi, you are so good to me.” He would giggle and keep glancing over at you. When you finally arrived to your destination he wrapped you in a giant hug, lifting you off your feet. “My girlfriend is too sweet.”
He placed you back down and you laced your fingers through his.

Kyungsoo:
Soo was looking over his lines in bed while you were reading a book. You looked over at him, a very serious expression on his face. Then he made an annoyed noise and leaned back a bit. “What is wrong babe?” You placed your book on the nightstand giving him your full attention. “I’m not remembering these lines as easily as I usually do.” You gave a concerned look, “I think you need to relax for a bit, let the ones you know soak in first.” He agreed and moved to rest his head on your chest. You ran your fingers through his hair knowing how relaxed it makes you feel and he gave a relieved sigh. “This is nice Jagi.” You smiled down at him, the tension in his shoulders melting away.

Tao:
Tao loved it when you decided to mess with his hair. He started to giggle and gave a big grin. “I feel like I’m being pampered. Thank you baobei.” Then the mood changed within a matter of minutes from him feeling all cute and lovey to being totally turned on. “Maybe I could pamper you, right now.” He leaned forward and kissed you passionately, pressing his body against yours.

Jongin:
Nini smirked when you started to run your hands through his hair. Then he caught hold of one of your hands and kissed the back of it. Then he would let you return to what you were doing as he cuddled up against you like his furry children do to him when he pets them. The stiffness in his body from the constant rehearsal for the comeback was replaced by his relaxed posture.

Sehun:
The big baby became super cuddly when you started running your fingers through his hair. He nuzzled into your neck as you continued, wrapping his arms around you. You could feel the smile that formed on his lips which were pressed against your skin. He started to move around a bit and his hair tickled your chin so you stopped and started giggling. “Please don’t stop it Jagi, I really am enjoying this.” You held in the laughter and continued to baby your boyfriend.


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Masterlist

Azriel Meta - Shadows

I started replying to this post by @abookandacoffee but, well, I’ve been meaning to talk about this theory/idea for ages and it got…long…and it kind of started going beyond the scope of the original post SO NOW IT GETS ITS OWN (alo *apologises in advance because I’m going to disagree with a few points of yours SORRY*) 

I’ve seen the shadows disappearing/leaving him completely theory a few times and it’s always confused me a little bit? For a start I think it’s something that’s inherent in Az, like Mor’s magic or Rhys’s daemati powers but for another I could never figure out why people wanted them to go. Then I realised people figured that they were somehow sinister, that they might even whisper bad things to him, make him worse, that they were connected to his trauma and I never read them that way? (Which apparently makes me in the minority here but what else is new?) 

I never actually saw the shadows as a symbol of Azriel’s childhood trauma? (I think that the scars on his hands do that more than anything else and there’s soooo much symbolism in there especially given what he does now for his court but that is a meta for another day) 

As for the shadows I always thought of them as…Well the opposite actually?

In the centuries I’d known him, he’d said little about his life, those years in his father’s keep, locked in darkness. Perhaps the shadowsinger gift had come to him then, perhaps he’d taught himself the language of shadow and wind and stone.

I think the shadows are a positive thing for Azriel actually? I don’t want him to lose them, I don’t think he wants to lose them either. They’re a part of him. A good part. I think they represent something like freedom to him. When he was chained up in a dark cell the shadows connected him to the outside world. They told him what was happening, warned him about what was coming, probably made it far easier for him to protect himself and for him not to fear the darkness that surrounded him when it confided all its secrets to him.

I also think those shadows lead to his release. The incident with his burned hands happened when he was eight but he wasn’t released and allowed to go to the war camps to be trained until he was eleven. When he arrived he knew nothing - nothing of fighting, nothing even of flying. But he was a shadowsinger. Rare and coveted I think if anyone sought to use Azriel and his gift it was his father and that that was the only reason they let him out, let him go to the war camps to be trained. (That’s all very guessworky I admit that but it’s not too huge a leap.)

I don’t think the shadows are a result of of his trauma, not exactly, or that they were somehow caused by what he suffered. Maybe that caused them to wake sooner than they might otherwise have done (I don’t think the high fae for example come fully into their power before they mature (for Mor it was reaching 17 and her first period) But I don’t think it’s a manifestation of it - I think they’re a shield.

I think they protect him. I think they tell him things to keep him and the people that he loves safe. I think they’re a defence mechanism, they’re a kind of armour:

It was almost enough to distract me from noticing Azriel as those shadows lightened, and his gaze slid over Mor’s body: a red, flowing gown of chiffon accented with gold cuffs, and combs fashioned like gilded leaves swept back the waves of her unbound hair.

A wisp of shadow curled around Azriel’s ear, and his eyes snapped to mine. I schooled my face into bland innocence.

(Az’s shadows warning him Feyre is being an interfering little so and so is one of my favourite parts of this and I’ve been meaning to parallel it with Mor for ages but it’s coming out here so WHAT CAN YOU DO?)

This is obviously a fairly bland example since Feyre isn’t actually causing him or Mor any kind of harm - but it’s something Az clearly wants to know about and so the shadows tell him. I’ve never been able to see them as negative or bad in any way. I think they’re positive. And I think the only reason that they lighten around Mor is that he trusts her and that he allows himself to be vulnerable with her. Rhys has told us that Mor is the only one who can get Az’s guard to drop and get any real truth from him about how he feels. I think the response of his shadows is symbolic of that more than anything - it’s his guard dropping around her. He doesn’t need his shadows to protect him as much around her, it’s instinct.

So like on a personal level I think the shadows are good for him? And I don’t want him to lose them. But I also don’t think that it’s something Rhys uses and I don’t think what they offer Azriel is…Inherently negative. (This is…complicated…because in a lot of ways those shadows are tied to Azriel’s self-worth and the value he feels he has to his court because they’re a huge part of him being able to do his job. But I think that’s more…a personal thing than a thing that’s exploited)

I think Rhys definitely worries about Az and if Az were to say he was done with this/he couldn’t do it any more that’d be that no questions asked from Rhys. Whether or not he would is another story but I think…I don’t think it’s a result of power imbalance. I don’t think it’s because Rhys has made him feel like he can’t tell him. Rhys isn’t putting any pressure on Azriel here - Azriel is putting pressure on Azriel.

As with what we’ve discussed about Moriel this is something that comes from Azriel’s personal insecurities and it is not up to anyone else to ‘fix’ that for him. That’s just downright disrespectful of Azriel’s independence and agency as a person tbh. Rhys can’t take Az’s job away from him/lessen his demands on him for the same reasons Mor won’t go to him and try and force his hand about their relationship. It’s Azriel’s choice. Even if they think his insecurities and what he does to himself is unhealthy, I think it’d be more unhealthy if either of them (in this case more specifically Rhys as he has more direct ‘power’ over Az if you like as his High Lord) tried to stop. It’s not Rhys’ place to decide what Az can or can’t handle, that’s up to Azriel.

I also think that….There’s something of Mor and the Court of Nightmares in what Azriel does. I don’t think it’s exactly good for him (torture probably doesn’t do wonders for one’s mental health after all) but I also don’t think it fully prevents him from healing and moving on from his trauma. I think in a lot of ways it’s like Mor and the CoN and giving some control over something that was directly used to hurt them. (Azriel’s is just…a much darker, more twisted and uncomfortable and difficult thing to talk/think about version of that but there’s similar logic)

People often made the mistake of assuming Cassian was the wilder one; the one who couldn’t be tamed. But Cassian was all hot temper—temper that could be used to forge and weld. There was an icy rage in Azriel I had never been able to thaw.

I think this is a part of Azriel that is entirely his own and it’s not something that Rhys (try as he might) has any great influence over. There’s a darkness in Azriel that’s hinted at a fair few times and while I don’t think he relishes what he does I think he’s capable of it. In a way that say Cassian would not be, I think Az has the ability to…compartmentalise in a way.

I also think that it’s important to note, when talking about Rhys and Az which I’ll get to more in a minute, that Rhys is aware that Az has a support system in place? He knows that he won’t talk to Cassian about it and he won’t talk to him (which implies that they’re both concerned and have both tried, probably more than once) but Rhys knows that Mor will talk to him and that Azriel will (eventually) talk back. He knows that Az isn’t fully dealing with this all on his own and that he does have an outlet and someone he can discuss these things with and who will help him work through things if he’s struggling which is important. Rhys isn’t indifferent to what Az is doing or oblivious to it either he’s aware of it and he’s aware of the support Az has as well. (Also I think it’s important to note that the only thing we see Az torture in ACOMAF is the Attor. Which was….vile. Az isn’t out there torturing innocent servants for information and tbh I don’t think he had any great issue chopping the Attor into tiny little pieces)

Okay last point (I PROMISE) is the power imbalance thing you mentioned between Rhys and Az and Azriel maybe feeling beholden to Rhys and therefore somehow obliged to keep doing this. This idea makes me…Uncomfortable. It’s too Tamlin-ish for me to entirely happy with it but I also don’t think it’s happening? Not in that way. Okay this is also Complicated (goddammit Az) but I think it comes back to the same thing of self enforced pressures vs external pressures. And there’s basically none of the latter coming from Rhys in this equation.

Theoretically there’s a definite power imbalance between Rhys and Az (and Rhys and…..Everyone in the entire Night Court since he is their HIgh Lord after all) but….The thing with that sort of dynamic is like anything in these books. The thing itself is not inherently unhealthy or toxic or abusive. (This is also seen with Tamlin’s protectiveness: the desire to protect someone is not inherently negative. It’s only negative when it’s taken to the extreme where it starts to wear on their mental health and the protective person doesn’t take that into account because they’re too busy making themselves feel better to care. Protectiveness= not unhealthy Using that protectiveness as a way to control someone while dressing it up as caring about them = deeply unhealthy)

So yes Rhys has power over Azriel which creates an imbalance between them in a theoretical sense. Practically though…Rhys doesn’t enforce those ideals. He doesn’t pull rank. He doesn’t order any of his court to do things that they haven’t consented to. (Which is something that opposes what Tamlin does with say Lucien - he uses his power to force Lucien to do things he isn’t comfortable with) There’s a dialogue with them. When they’re deciding what to do it’s a group decision, they talk things over, they debate plans, they’re encouraged to offer their own input. Rhys isn’t running a dictatorship. He has the final say and his court will obey him I’m sure if he does give them a direct order but that’s rare.

I also don’t think Az is in a position where he feels he can’t say no to Rhys/challenge him. (This is…Something that we do see with Lucien/Tamlin which I keep coming back to because it’s a good parallel. The few times that Lucien actually pushes back or attempts to stand up to Tamlin and make his own view heard he’s belittled, intimidated and outright violently punished for it. That’s a power imbalance. That’s a situation where a person cannot speak up or say they are uncomfortable or unhappy with what they’re doing.) This is not what Rhys is doing with his court. Az can and has voiced opinions that Rhys flat out does not like:

Azriel pushed, “It’s a solid plan. The king doesn’t know our scents. We wreck the Cauldron and vanish before he notices … It’ll be a graver insult than the bloodier, direct route we’d been considering, Rhys. We beat them yesterday, so when we go into that castle … ” Vengeance indeed danced in that normally placid face. “We’ll leave a few reminders that we won the last damn war for a reason.”

Cassian nodded grimly. Even Mor smiled a bit.

“Are you asking me,” Rhys finally said, far too calmly, “to stay outside while my mate goes into his stronghold?”

“Yes,” Azriel said with equal calm.

Az is perfectly comfortable with, and capable of, disagreeing with Rhys even when it comes to Feyre. And this is a plan that Rhys ultimately accepts and agrees to (with Feyre’s consent) Azriel’s opinions are validated and properly considered and I have no doubt that if he ever personally feels like he wants to walk away from his job telling Rhys about it wouldn’t be the thing that stops him.

Which is important because it’s not that Rhys has set up an environment in which Azriel feels forced to keep doing something he doesn’t want to. It’s more like Azriel himself is an environment that forces him to keep doing this.  But that’s on Az to sort out and come to terms with. It’s for Az to set his own boundaries and decide what he can and will do. Mor tells us the lengths Az pushes himself are bordering on sadistic but I don’t think anyone in the Inner Circle ever even comes close to agreeing with this or encouraging it. In fact they do the exact opposite.

But there’s a limit to what they can do without imposing their own wills and agencies on Azriel which would then be a power imbalance because that would involve Rhys using his authority over Azriel to compel him to do something that he doesn’t want to that would likely damage him. (Atm I think what Az does (and does well) is important to him. It makes him valuable. It makes him important. It gives him worth. And obviously he doesn’t need to do that for his court/family to love and protect him and value and respect him but he needs it personally for himself.)

(I know you said you didn’t think that Rhys was expressly doing this but I think it’s more like he’s…actively avoiding doing so and I don’t think he ever would. Azriel has never and will never be put in a position where he feels he’s being forced to do something that he personally - for his own reasons not because he feels indebted to any member of the circle - does not want to do)

So…yeah. I think the shadows thing is…An entirely positive thing for Az. And…just because it means someone covets him doesn’t mean he’ll be used? Those shadows give him power - and power over people - since he can read their feelings, intentions and possibly thoughts (we’re not sure, we just know they tell him things he shouldn’t otherwise know) But that puts him in a position of power. And I suppose he could be exploited and used for it but…tbh I think the shadows would protect him from that? (We’ve already seen that they rush to tell him about Feyre being nosy which is an incredibly innocent thing to ‘protect’ him from. If someone was using him…He’d know it.

ANYWAY THIS WAS REALLY LONG AND I’M REALLY SORRY YOU ONLY MADE A TINY POINT AND I TURNED INTO A WHOLE THING BUT I’VE BEEN MEANING TO TALK ABOUT THIS FOR LIKE SIXTEEN YEARS SO HERE WE ARE.

TL;DR: Azriel’s shadows are a positive force that do nothing but actively benefit him and protect him and why do people want to take them away from my shadow son/think he will lose them and this would be a good thing, I am confused? 

onelassieandherfandoms  asked:

i didn't know what liminal spaces were before and your midnight hotel post was the most awesomely creepy thing and now im balls deep in a liminal spaces google search and i need more about this

oh thank you so much!!
Liminal spaces are absolutely my most favourite thing and i have a headcanon that it’s a classification of magic to be able to sort of cross into them but anyway

I’ve been thinking about the midnight hotel liminal space thing so much and just like

random flickering shadows everywhere?

weird violet mist seeping out from under doors and sending icy chills up your spine

guests dreaming of skies opening and blood rain and shadowy eldritch horrors seen through windows and out of the corner of their eyes

Anton looks out of the window and oh! i guess there are two moons tonight that’s fun

glitches in time - thought you were listening to music for 10 minutes? well nope! that was 7 hours.

sleep paralysis but was it really sleep paralysis or was there actually something in my room last night?

But then the people are the worst. Sometimes you can’t tell at first but you talk to them for a little while and something is just….WRONG with them. like their dimensions are off or they just seem a bit hazy around the edges. sometimes they speak more like they’re mimicking human speech rather than it coming naturally. Their smiles are a little too sinister to be normal.

Shudder’s a hardened war veteran and his guests can be wanted criminals but these people are scarier than anything they’ve ever spoken to. The dawning realisation that the woman you’re making small talk to might not be a fucking person??? Terrifying.

tinynrpreisakura  asked:

Love this profile! But I am curious...what if...Saeran had had own route after you go through every route (at least once regardless of the ending you get) and finish every little piece of the game? I have never managed to get through the casual story because of school, but I know the plot and lore pretty well. I want to see your opinion >.<

This is actual a cool concept to think about! But I’m going to take it a bit farther-

So you know how Seven has those moments where he breaks the fourth wall? Well, consider that you finish every route, every ending, the after endings, DLCs, and at the end Saeran is waiting for you. He greets you with his child-like, yet sinister smile. 

“All done? I’m glad. But now what?”

You’re confused, what does he mean?

“You’ve seen the fates of everyone, what’s the point of continuing?”

You’ll just replay them again, you tell yourself. No reason to psych yourself out.

“You’re probably telling yourself you’ll just play it again. But how long until you get bored?”

You start to get nervous. It’s just a game, why is it bothering you so much?

“It’s just a game, we’re just characters. It’s not real. Soon you will get bored, the creators will get tired, and we will just be a lost thought, bound to be deleted.”

This isn’t funny anymore, you think. You’re about to close the app, when you’re interrupted by the chilling sound of Saeran’s laugh.

“Thinking about running away? Fine, I won’t stop you. Everyone leaves eventually. But don’t expect a warm welcome when you decide to come back.”

The screen glitches, the device vibrating aggressively in your hand.

“Because when the game branches, there’s no going back.”

fuck that was bad but like i have as much creativity as a toaster and i’m hella tired pls end me

Creepypasta #1147: Windows 95

Length: Medium

Many years ago, before iPhones, tablets, and computers that actually work pretty well, we were stuck with PCs operating Windows 95. My first computer was an old IBM, and I used the damn thing on a daily basis.

Windows 95 was the first operating system that I can remember using somewhat frequently. I’d do homework, check my email, and occasionally play a game or two. The choices were somewhat limited at this point in time. If you’ve heard of the game “Ski Free,” then you’re tracking with me.

Anyway, there was something kind of odd about Windows 95. There was a quirk with the OS, something that, in hindsight, seems kind of sinister. Moreover, there’s one experience that has stayed with me all these years, becoming an obsession of sorts where I actually fear it will happen again. But more on that in a little bit. First, the issue with Windows.

One night I was up late searching online. I’d probably gone to Ask Jeeves - a now antiquated search engine that featured a butler. This is all somewhat superfluous information, but I’ll go with it. Anyway, I was searching the internet (homework I think), and I came across this weird feature of Windows 95. It was this little companion that popped up on your screen and helped you navigate the search engines.

This little feature was a floating face. Nothing too fancy, really. Black circles for eyes, a line for a mouth and that’s it. It was a round white face. This feature would sort of bob by the page and then you’d ask it to help you. I remember because it had this robotic voice that was kind of funny.

I was pretty young when I was using this device, but I’d search for a while and then he’d pop up and ask me what I was doing. I thought this was kind of helpful. But one time, on one night, he asked me a strange question.

“How old are you?”

“13” I typed.

“Where do you live?”

“California.”

“Los Angeles, I see.”

“Yeah, that’s right,” I replied.

“Are you a good boy?”

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delicate-cherry  asked:

Hi! You're writing a novel? Can you talk about it a little bit? You're one of my favorite authors!

hi my darling sweetheart unicorn angel, thank you for asking. It’s actually already written, and the synopsis is as follows:

Elizabeth Rhodes is a normal girl by all accounts—until, one day, she isn’t.

In a world where magic is reserved for the privileged, four uniquely talented people find themselves thrown together from vastly different backgrounds. First, there’s Libby, brilliant and determined, who finds herself at the center of a sinister plot; Ezra, skilled to the point of dangerous, who is harboring a vital secret; Nico, recklessly charismatic, who is stubbornly intent on proving he’s more than just the value of his name; and Tristan, darkly gifted but constantly underestimated, who is fated for service outside his control.

When the four of them meet on their first day at Doors Academy of Medeian Arts, it’s an unmitigated disaster; five years later, in their final year, things are just coming to a head. The Righteous Heirs of Petty Fortune is the first installment of an adult fantasy and science fiction quartet. Aside from having snotty telepaths, sarcastic realm-travelers, and a will-they-won’t-they chemistry with actual (and precariously frequent) sparks, Righteous Heirs features political upheaval, inadvisable time travel, a fair amount of murder, and a Big Bad with a big secret. 

Magic, as with power, is desirable in any form—but the price for power is steeper than anyone imagines when they walk through their first door.

Hatbox Ghost Voice Request
LordJazor
Hatbox Ghost Voice Request

Thank you!
I had actually been a part of an audio drama quite a few years ago that I was asked to voice the Hatbox Ghost in. For the life of me I can’t find it anymore, it was rather a nice little Haunted Mansion piece.
Only had the original few photos to go on at the time, but I always thought his manic grin made him seem like he’d sound a bit unhinged. So this is the sort of voice I did for it. Perhaps a bit sinister, but certainly rather cackling-mad but a bit of whimsy too. I added another layer to his laughter, this more monstrous low tone, just to add some distinction to it.
A solid question and a nice little revival. This is what I always thought he might sound like, anyway.

Why I Ship Jooster

I’ve been trying to figure out to articulate this for some time, and I’ve finally hit upon how to say what I came to love most about the Jooster ship, as I continue to work my way through the canon.

It’s that Bertie Wooster changes Jeeves. 

Jeeves of the early canon is a jerk. Reading the short stories, you see just the kind of cruel hijinks he’ll entangle Bertie in, often all in the name of getting rid of an ugly piece of clothing. And there’s always the sense that there’s strings he’s pulling you can’t see, along with the strings you suspect he’s pulling and the strings you know he’s pulling. A little bit of thought paints early Jeeves as quite the sinister character.

The early novels retain this trait. Right Ho, Jeeves is cruel with its ending of Jeeves forcibly reestablishing himself as the authority to be trusted in any situation, against Bertie’s wishes of actually solving his own problems and the problems of those around him.

Compare this with the Jeeves,of the penultimate novel The Ties that Bind that admits that Bertie is better at getting on with people than he is, who burns the Wooster section of the club book because he’s decided he wants to be with Bertie indefinitely.

Or even the Jeeves of Joy in the Morning who spouts poetry about the stars at him and openly looks concerned when Bertie is in trouble. And the Jeeves of The Code of the Woosters who takes a bit more of a backseat role and has Bertie actually take more of an active role at getting himself out of the soup (Jeeves saves the day, yes, but I still swoon over how competent Bertie was in that book).

Being around Bertie Wooster has made Reginald Jeeves a better person, although probably still not a very good one. Still, that is why I will ship Jooster until my dying day.

Also when I first met Lukas I was extremely skeptical because his voice sounds just a little too sly and sinister to me?? Idk I get he’s supposed to be calm and stuff but he sounds a little off?? Like how did he speak to Mycen just a little bit before Alm went back and couldn’t find him? Thats suspicious as hell to me idek. My friend and I actually bet 2 bucks on whether Lukas would be evil or not by the end of the game. I feel like Im gonna lose now bc Ive gotten used to it and why would a secretly evil character have supports? Like if it turns out hes not then tbh that voice actor, though he did really good, needed to make his voice more welcoming

flamboyant and a little bit sinister: the louis tomlinson story

One of the lads I play football (soccer, if you’re American and wrong) with at Uni is from Doncaster and went to the same school as Louis Tomlinson. He sat next to him in English and describes him as ‘Flamboyant as he seems and a little bit sinister.’”

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Six inch Steve #11: Crossbones, Daken, and Doctor Octopus

The first Crossbones came in the 2008 Walmart exclusive Ares wave. He’s the Crossbones with the gray pants. He came with Hydra armaments and was quite serviceable. The second Crossbones was a repaint of the first and was found in the 2013 SDCC exclusive Thunderbolts set; he had some actual crossed bones on him and a huge frikkin gun. The added decor details and especially dem bones makes him my winner. Both Dakens came from 2012’s Arnim Zola wave. I like the unmasked variant because it’s easier to tell him apart from his father. Both Doc Ocks were released in 2004. That first dumples in the lab coat came in the Sinister Six gift set. The larger, more smug Ock was in Wave 8 (this was a little bit before BaFs were invented.) The latter Otto is definitely the winner, having size, sculpt, and articulation over squatty there as well as thicker, easier to pose tentacles. 2004 was hella long ago; let’s have a new Doctor Octopus.

Imagine (Peter Pan)

Anonymous asked: Heeey! Saw you were taking in imagines, not to bother you or anything, but just a quiiick little gif imagine :3 He looks at you in your cage while your sleeping maybe… ;)

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Okay so I managed to squeeze this in because it’s a gif imagine, most of the imagine requests are written but this one was the one that caught my attention. I know some other blog already used this imagine but I’ll try to make it different, but if some parts of this imagine is like the other, ALL credits go to the original blog writer.

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Caged Love -

You have been stuck in Neverland for the past 3 years, and in those 3 years, you were stuck in a tiny cramped up box of a cage with your hands and ankles bound tightly by rope. A random lost boy would bring you bread and water thrice a day to serve as food for survival.

Every night after the sun would set, you would be forced to watch the lost boys have fun and dance and holler around as Pan’s beautiful music would encircle the whole camp, he would use his enchanted Pan Pipe every night, and this was your torture, for you see, the music playing would make you want to get up and dance freely and wildly until the sunrises. You, having your ankles and hands bound together tightly, would have to watch and just dream of what it would be like to taste, or even just have a little lick of freedom.

In this particular day, just before sunset, you were waiting for your bread and water to be served by a random lost boy, your stomach had been grumbling because the bread and water they serve you would never be enough to replenish your hunger, but surprisingly, Peter Pan himself had brought you the food.

“Well this is new, the actual leader does his little dogs’ work for them.” You sassed as he slipped your bread and water through the bars. He only answered you with a quick raise of an eyebrow and his sinister smirk.

‘One day I’ll slap that stupid smirk off your face…’ You thought.

Right now you were so hungry you could eat anything, even the bitter taste of their bread.

As soon as he slipped the bread through the bars you quickly grabbed it and devoured the whole thing, ignoring it’s bitter taste.

Before ten seconds were up, you had already eaten up every last bit of bread and sipped up every droplet of water that he had served.

“Well aren’t you a hungry little girl.”

“Probably because the food you give me every meal wouldn’t even be enough to fill my stomach.” You snapped.

He chuckled and waved his hand. A loaf of bread was in it’s place. You looked at the bread hungrily, trying not to get your mouth to water.

“You want some?” He asked, teasingly waving the bread in front of your cage. You swallowed thickly and nodded your head.

Surprisingly, he slipped the bread into your cage as well as a glass of water. You raised your eyebrow at him, wondering if he had poisoned it. “Don’t worry love, I didn’t poison it.” He said as if he had read your mind. “What’s the catch?” You asked. “Nothing. I just feel like being very generous right now. Now eat it before I change my mind.” He stood up and walked to the campfire. You eyed the bread and water warily, wondering whether to eat it or not. You just shrugged and dug through the loaf of bread, not even aware of Pan’s amused smirk as he watches you eat.

After a few, torturing hours of watching the lost boys dance around freely around the fire, you fell asleep in your cage, once again dreaming of what it would be like to be free, unaware that it was Pan himself controlling your dreams, letting you dream of freedom.

Pan walked up to your cage and looked at your sleeping figure, caressing your cheek once in every while.

The only reason why he had you in that cage was because he was in love with you, ever since he saw you in the sandy beaches of Neverland. Him, not being good at love at all, had ensured less chances of you leaving, thus bounding your hands and ankles together.

This had been your cycle every night, he would bring you food, add a little bit more when you’re still hungry, then watch you sleep, and control your dreams, still unaware of the feelings Pan had for you, but you were fully aware of the feelings you had for Pan.

Every night, when he was sure you were fast asleep, he would visit your cage and look at you like this: (see gif above)

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Just realised that this was not the imagine anon wanted me to do :p Oh well :3

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some final thoughts on Dirge of Cerberus

i realize that this game has a bit of a sinister reputation within the Compilation of FFVII- it’s widely reviled as one of the very worst games that the series has to offer, on par with such legendarily bad spinoffs as Mortal Kombat Mythologies: Sub-Zero and Shadow the Hedgehog

in my experience, Dirge’s poor reputation is only partially deserved. yes, the story is awful and makes very little sense, that’s absolutely true. the seemingly arbitrary changes Dirge made to the FFVII universe are pretty much indefensible. putting that aside, though, mechanically? like, as a video game? i think it’s actually sort of fun

like, if you take the parts of the Compilation of FFVII that actually are games you can play, you have Dirge of Cerberus, Crisis Core and Before Crisis. Before Crisis can’t be legitimately played outside of mid-2000′s Japanese handsets, and while I did enjoy Crisis Core’s story (for the most part), the gameplay suffered from the same affliction that would later hobble FFXIII: it was a game that couldn’t reconcile what it wanted to be with what the player’s perception of Final Fantasy was. Crisis Core very clearly wanted to be a traditional action game, but elements of the ATB system remained in place seemingly out of pure obligation and hamstrung the whole thing. what could have been a fun, engaging experience became a bizarre mishmash of clashing gameplay styles that made very little sense, and wasn’t often terribly fun to play

Dirge, on the other hand, unapologetically does its own thing. this is a third-person shooter with very light RPG elements, and Dirge owns that right from the start. there’s no pretense about ATB meters or combat timing. stats are present, but mostly take a backseat. it’s all about action. and you know, while the action isn’t perfect and doesn’t always work as intended (this game has serious camera issues, something SE still struggles with if FFXV is any indication), i actually enjoy it when it does. in terms of gameplay, i legitimately think Dirge is probably the most fun part of the Compilation of FFVII, even if it’s the weakest in terms of story

speaking of story, while Dirge’s story is a nightmare cornucopia of bad ideas, i think that thematically, the game is very true to the spirit of the original FFVII. Dirge is a dark game with dark atmosphere by necessity of what it’s about, but the mood still pinballs between deathly serious, outlandishly goofy and strangely optimistic, much like the original FFVII did. the legacy characters that make appearances in Dirge are also very true to themselves, suffering almost no alterations (though Yuffie probably could have been treated better) and seeming to have retained all their character growth. it’s more than i can say for Advent Children and Crisis Core

Dirge of Cerberus is an absolutely awful Final Fantasy game, i have to agree with that. but as a video game itself, disconnected from the FF mythos at large, i have to admit that it’s at least passable, not nearly the abhorrent experience that most seem to believe it is

that said, i never want to play this mother crap of shit again

Losing You - Peter Parker x Reader

Originally posted by lennonblack

A/N: Well I had a nice A/N, but firefox decided to crash. So, blah, blah, blah, this is kinda what happened to Gwen Stacy. I also said something about Gwen Stefani so you all can dwell on that while I have to redo the dreaded tags and warnings and otherness and sob.

Prompt ( 1 , 2 ): “I can’t stand the thought of losing you.” (requested by @hautemami )

Warnings: Attempted kidnapping (I mean, he succeeded for like, 10 minutes), near death, and angst.

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Outlaw Queen + Lily (theory)

“So how is Regina going to pull off her Queens of Darkness deception? “[Regina] used to be a villain, and Regina can walk in that world with a little bit more confidence and a little bit more safety than anyone else,” Horowitz said. But joining forces with the sinister sorority as a wannabe villain is definitely going to create new challenges for our not-so-evil Queen. “Regina is going to have a hug curve-ball thrown her way in this second half,” Kitsis said.”


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The more interviews and tiny little spoilers I read, the more I think Lily might actually be Regina and Robin Hood’s daughter. I had actually thought about the possibility of them having had a child back in the EF long before we even knew Lily would be coming back. My theory was basically that they had met that night at the tavern and they had had a daughter but she was taken from them and their memories were erased (for a moment I thought Rumple and Cora might’ve been on this together but according to the timeline, Cora was in Wonderland then, so I think it was probably Rumple, even if just for the fact that Regina finding happiness would’ve completely messed with his plans).

About Maleficent’s pregnancy –– Snow’s words could be interpreted in two ways: 

1. because of them Maleficent lost her child meaning she either suffered a miscarriage because of something they did to her (seems more likely, since Maleficent wasn’t even showing yet when she told Snow she was carrying a child, meaning she was probably as far along as Snow – so would’ve had to give birth about the time the curse hit, then what? Everything happened in a matter of hours? Doubt it.) or the child was taken from her and killed as some sort of sacrifice used for a spell to ensure Emma’s magic would be white (Need I quote Regina in 3B? “The number of spells involving baby parts would surprise you.”).

2. Maleficent’s child was taken from her (then what? If it was Lily, as many theorize, then they would’ve had to put her in a magical wardrobe or something to sen her to our world. Way too similar to Emma’s story, come on! The two of them already have a lot in common but going this far would just be too repetitive.)

So, I think they’re trying to give us a false lead (or we’re simply looking at it all wrong), making us think that Lily is Maleficent’s daughter when she’s actually Robin and Regina’s.

Again, it’s all far fetched (like basically every theory, but who cares, it’s fun!) but I think there’s a strong possibility this might happen.

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Further proof:

• Agnes Bruckner and also Nicole Muñoz look quite a lot like Lana, and OUAT’s casting director is brilliant, never leaves anything to chance. Now go and tell me where you see any resemblance between Nicole Muñoz and Kristin Bauer van Straten, because I see none.

• Adam Horowitz said we’re going to find out more about Page 23, which gives credit to my theory that they actually did meet that night at the tavern. (Adam & Eddy also said Robin and Regina’s storyline is one of their favourites in season 4B and given the fact than Robin will basically only appear in about 5 episodes my guess is that there must be something bigger than the two of them going on and this could be it).

• Sean posted a picture of himself on a horse – Regina’s horse, Rocinante. Let me redirect you to another theory I just read about this [Regina/Marian theory by meridalocksley ].

• Also, Barbara Hershey is going to reprise her role as Cora in episode 4x20, which is called ‘Mother’. So, what I think is that this will have more than one meaning. Everyone thinks it refers to Cora (and it certainly is so) but I think it might refer to Regina as well (maybe there’s going to be a flashback of when she gave birth to Lily in this one, the moment she became a mother for the first time).

• Lana filmed some scenes with Agnes yesterday. It might mean nothing but it could also mean a lot.

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Nothing else comes to mind right now but I think that’s enough to my point :)

So, what do you think? You think it might really happen or that it’s just some crazy, totally random theory?

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For Halloween, I went on a pubcrawl in Hollywood with my friends. I was deciding between dressing up either as Steven Universe or Professor Layton, but I opted for the latter but with a twist - I bought a black morphsuit and dressed up as Professor Layton’s “evil” shadow (partly because I didn’t want to wear an orange turtleneck, but also because I wanted to wear all black and look slightly sinister). I also thought Professor Layton himself wouldn’t be easily recognizable in Hollywood, so I supposed I might as well tweak it a little bit and have a little fun.

I actually looked beautifully creepy on the streets, especially at night. I had a lot of fun getting into character, staring and waving at passersby. Super happy with how this turned out.

The Next Chapter #9 - MMFD Fanfic

Had a shit day, so sorry if this is crap. Hope you all like it.

Finn drove them both to the Chippy as they talked about ways to confront his dad about what they saw. Rae thought they should just never mention it and pretend it didn’t happen, but she could tell Finn was just worried about him.

“I was thinking that maybe you could use the apartment above the garage as a studio, I think it works for what you’ve told me you need.”

“What about your dads tenant that lives there Finn? I don’t want to kick someone out of their home.” She could never live with herself if they did that.

“Barney is actually moving out by the end of the month. He’s got a mining job up in Newcastle and said he would be moving there to take care of his dad. We were going to put up a for rent sign next week, but if you could use the space I think it would work out.”

“Yeah, if it works than I think it would be perfect” she said smiling, placing a kiss on his mouth. “Don’t you want to live there though? It is much larger than your flat.”

They both climbed out of the car and continued their conversation as they walked hand in hand toward the chippy.

“I thought about it, but I don’t really need a larger space. It’s just me and I’ve not got much stuff, so it would just make no sense. Plus, I wouldn’t mind having you close to me while you worked.” He smiled shyly reaching for the door and swinging it open.

“Surprise!” a loud chorus of voices yelled right as Rae had walked through the door and her hand came to her chest. There were balloons, streamers and a large banner that said ‘Welcome Home’ hanging on the wall in the back. Happy tears filled her eyes.

“Oh my God, you’ve nearly given me a heart attack” she laughed in delight. She was instantly assaulted by a ton of hugs, mostly from people she hadn’t seen nearly a year. Everyone was there, even her Mom, Kareem and Jazz. She felt Finn release her hand and disappear into the crowd as Chloe came up unable to contain the satisfied look on her face. He never much cared for a lot of people.

“Were you surprised? Finn didn’t tell you did he? We started planning early this morning, and Finn continued while I was with you today.” So he had known about this the whole time! She can totally believe it. Finn never said anything he didn’t feel needed to be said. He was the best secret keeper she knew.

“No, I had no idea!” she swore giving Chloe a hug. Behind Chlo she saw Danny heading her way and instantly thought of Tix.

“Hiya Rae, so glad to see ya back home.”

“Hi Danny!” she accepted his hug, her eyes meeting Finns, who was sat in his normal seat. He was smiling at her, no doubt happy to see how happy she was. And for the first time since she can remember everything felt right. Everything felt how it was supposed to feel. No unanswered questions, no doubts. She was surrounded by the people she loved and even if Tix wasn’t here, she knew she was watching.

“What’s new Danny, how have you been?”

“I’ve been great Rae, Kelly and I just got a duck!” Rae laughed so loud that she nearly snorted.

“A duck Danny?”

“Yeah! Isn’t that awesome? Tix would have been so happy for me.” he proudly said and it made Rae smile to know that he missed her as much as she did.

“Yeah she would have, I’m really happy for ya Danny.”

“Thanks Rae, can I get you something to drink? There’s this thing called a kamikaze that you should try.”

“Oh, no thank you Danny, I think I’m just going to stick with Beer tonight.”

“Okay Rae, but if you change your mind I’m your man” he smiled walking off.

Rae was a bit shocked to even see Stacy and Laim here. Stacy just nodded hello from her booth, not bothering to get up. 'Thank God’ Rae thought to herself. But, before she knew what was happening Liam was in front of her, giving her a hug. She froze, not really knowing how to handle the situation, but she returned his hug saying hello politely.

“How’ve you been Uni girl” Liam asked all sinister smiles, in his Liam way.

“Good, Liam how about yourself? How’s therapy?” she asked a little rudely, wondering if he even still went.

“Really good actually,” he said surprising her. “Danny mentioned in group this afternoon that your friends were throwing you a welcome home party and I asked if I could tag along. I hope you don’t mind. I just really wanted to tell ya something.”

“Nah, I don’t mind Liam, whats up,” she smiled being truthful. She didn’t have any anger towards Liam. She just met him at a time in her life that she was broken and unfortunately so was he. They were like a bomb waiting to explode. She regretted having lost her virginity to him, but she kind of missed him as a friend.

“I just wanted to apologize actually for the way I treated you. I also wanted to tell ya that even though, I thought you were mad crazy for thinking people could change, you were right, they can. It took me a long while and I still struggle with my anxiety, but I’m looking to the future for the first time and I think you had a lot to do with that. Thank you for showing me that I deserved to be loved.”

Rae was shocked. She hadn’t expected that to come out of his mouth, but she was suddenly overwhelmed with pride in herself. Because, not only had she worked on a lot of her shit, she had indirectly helped Liam deal with his as well.

“I’m really glad to hear it.” she smiled genuinely. “It was great seeing you Liam” she said walking over to her gang.

Tonight was already awesome and she had only been here ten minutes.

                              ************************************************* The night  turned into early morning before Rae knew it. It was just past one and most everyone had gone, but her gang was still here. Chop was telling them the story of how Izzy told him she was pregnant while Archie was sat quietly playing his acoustic guitar. Rae smiled thinking about how far they had all come.

Archie was following his dream and taking courses at Uni to become a historian. Chloe had a great job and was dating a new guy, who Rae still hadn’t met, and they were moving in together tomorrow. Izzy and Chop were going to be parents, which is mind blowing awesome and scary at the same time. Then there was her and Finn. They were together, which for the most part felt right. Yet, something inside her was telling her to look deeper.

She shook the feeling away and turned to him. He had been tracing the words 'I love you’ on her leg for the last half hour, staring into his beer and laughing when the moment called for it. Something was off.

“Finn and I are going to take off, we’ve got an early morning tomorrow.” she smiled at her friends, “Thank you all for this. It was amazing and I am so lucky I’ve got you all in my corner. This party was awesome.”

She stood holding her arms out and they all piled in.

                           ************************************************** "Are you staying at mine then?” Finn asked turning the car on and pulling out of the parking space.

“Do you want me to?” part of her was afraid he would say no.

“Yeah.”

She let out the breath she didn’t realize she was holding. “Okay then yours it is.” she grabbed his hand squeezing tightly and they drove back to his flat in silence.

“You want something to drink, a beer, vodka?” he asked throwing his keys on the table.

“Nah, I’m knackered and I think I’ve had enough. Can we just got to sleep?” she asked giving him a smile and heading towards the bedroom.

“You go ahead, I’m gonna have a drink and watch some tv.” He said heading to the kitchen grabbing a beer out of the fridge.

“Are we okay Finn?” Rae stopped in in the bedroom door, watching him as he took a seat on the couch.

“Yeah, we’re good, I’m just not tired yet.” he lied. She could tell something was bothering him. Finn had always been a bit moody, but he’s been so up and down today that she couldn’t keep it straight.

She knew confronting him with her suspicions was going to make him defensive, but she couldn’t sleep knowing he was upset about something.

“Did I not wear you out enough today?” she teased, hoping to get him to loosen up a bit.

“I’m just not feeling like sleeping is all.” he said flatly switching on the tv, as if to shut her up.

Whatever his problem was, it was killing her good mood. Her friends, him included, had thrown her a lovely welcome home party and here he was sulking and putting on fake smiles all night. They spent half the morning and evening making love and now he was acting like someone killed his dog.

“Finn Nelson, tell me what is wrong right now.” she demanded playfully, but with a serious look on her face. “and don’t lie to me, because bullshit you’re not tired, you can barely keep your eyes open.”

“Nothing is wrong,” he said downing his beer and shutting off the tv. He stood up and walked toward her, stopping about a foot away. “Okay lets go to bed.” he gestured toward the room that she was blocking with her body.

She took a step forward wrapping her arms around his stomach and placing her head on his chest. “Do you want to be alone? Would you like me to leave?” asking nearly made her cry, but she knew something was wrong and she wasn’t going to be able to sleep until he talked her her. He was really freaking her out.

“Seriously Rae,” he said wrapping his arms around her back and leaving his chin on her head. “I’m just stuck in my head tonight is all. I’m fine, we’re fine. Now, lets get you to bed beautiful girl.”

He began walking, pushing her backward towards the bed. She released him, taking off her shoes, shirt and pants and crawled under the covers not saying a word. He was still lying, she was convinced, but she was tired and she didn’t want to push him away. She could vividly remember a time when he used to beg her to talk to him and she would run away instead of confess her fears and trust him with her problems.

Deciding that whatever the issue was, it could wait until the morning, she closed her eyes and tried to sleep. A few minutes later she felt him climb into the bed, shutting off the lamp on the nightstand. His arms wrapped around her, and he began tracing 'I love you’ into her arm as they both drifted off to sleep.

                       ************************************************* Rae woke up with a killer headache. It wasn’t an alcohol hangover, but she thought maybe it was an emotional one. She turned over to find the bed beside her empty. Checking the clock on the nightstand, it was seven forty. Too early, she thought wondering where Finn had gotten off too.

“Finn” she called sitting up in bed noticing the note that was scrawled in his handwriting and left on his pillow.

'May, Going to pick up some breakfast as I have nothing in this damn house. Sorry for being a grump last night. I promise everything is okay. I love you. YOUR Finn xx’

She laughed when she read that he had addressed the letter to May, remembering a time when he had intentionally called her that. He was such an ass back then. Ever since he would sometimes use the nickname to get a giggle out of her and remind them of the past.

She was glad that he seemed to be in a much better mood this morning, but she wished he would have woken her up. There was no greater feeling in the world than waking up in his arms, she never wanted to remember what waking up without him had felt like.

She should invite him to move in with her she thought to herself. Her Mum was the one who mentioned it and it made total sense.Yeah it may have only been a couple days since she’s been back, but it felt like the last nine months hadn’t even happened. Like they were just continuing right where they left off.

Why waste time? She knew exactly what she wanted, Finn. There was no point in him wasting the money on a flat when they would likely just be spending the night back and forth with each other anyways.

Hopping out of bed, and throwing on a shirt that she found in his drawer, she searched for some asprin and called Chloe.

'Hey Chloe, did you even get to pack last night after spending all day planning a party?’ 'Yeah, the party was almost all Finn, I just did the decorations before you picked me up in the morning and gave them to Archie, who set them all up at the Chippy. I’m all packed and ready to go.’ 'Good, I wanted to tell ya before we do this, that I’m gonna invite Finn to move in also.’ 'Really’ Chloe sounded a bit shocked. 'Well, I mean we are back together and so why wait. We had practically lived together before I left for Uni.’ 'Yeah, but a lot has happened since then, are you both ready for this big of a commitment?’ 'I don’t see why not. We love each other.’ 'Okay, Rae. I’m just looking out for my girl.’ Chloe said. 'I appreciate it Chlo, I just really love him. I don’t see the point in waiting.’ 'Okay, babe. My dad is going to drive a load of my stuff over at about eleven, is that okay?’ 'Yeah that’s perfect.’ 'Bye Rae’ 'Bye’

Okay so she had a point, it was really fast, but Rae couldn’t explain it. It just felt right.

Rae hopped in the shower and when she got out, Finn still wasn’t back. What the hell, did he go to Africa for eggs? Annoyed, she looked in her bag and put on the fresh pair of clothes she had packed.

She was just about to turn on the tv when she heard his voice outside. Going into the bedroom, she looked out the window to see what was going on. He was standing there a bag of grocery’s in his hand talking with a women who looked a little bit worse for wear. She had bags under her eyes and was a little bit too thin. She smiled at how sexy he looked. His hair was damp, so he must have gotten up really early to have already showered.

Just as she was about to tuck her head back into the window and meet him at the door she heard the women say, “It’s yours Finn, I swear it.” What was she talking about Rae thought to herself.

'Bullocks’ he said stepping a bit closer to her ‘We only fucked once, with a condom and It was only because I was too drunk to say no’ he replied angrily.

Rae’s heart broke. She knew he had been with other women when she was gone, but to see one, and to hear what she thought she was hearing, just about made her cry.

'I’m telling you the truth Finn, honest’ the women said, no hint of emotion in her voice.

'Marie, you called me twenty times before and after that night and no matter how much I said I wasn’t interested, you kept calling. How do I even know you are telling the truth?’

'Here’ she shoved something in his hands.

'This doesn’t prove anything’ he said looking at the paper she handed him and crumpling it up. Turning his back to her. 'Don’t call me anymore Marie, I’m serious.’ he walked away and into the door.

Rae ran into the bathroom shutting the door, a tear falling down her cheek. Did he really get someone pregnant? She wiped the tear away doing her best to conceal her emotions. Stone faced, she fixed her hair and brushed her teeth.

Just let him tell you she thought to herself. You don’t know anything yet, so just let him work it out, don’t jump the gun. He was sure she was lying, so she probably was.Don’t freak out!

It was easier said than done. She wanted to crumble to the floor and cry all day. How could this be happening. She was going to ask him to move in with her, and now she didn’t even know if she could look him in the face.

She heard him walk in and shut the door behind him, but she didn’t dare come out of the bathroom just yet. She just needed another moment to compose herself.

He knocked on the door and before she knew what was happening, she was bawling, unable to control her emotions.

She fell to the floor, her hands over her face as the tears kept coming.

She heard him open the door, but she didn’t look up, she couldn’t.

He must have known that she heard because he didn’t say a word, just sat on the floor beside her and held her close, for what felt like an eternity.

She wanted to run. Everything inside her begged her body to get the hell out. She wanted to scream and yell and kick and fight until every emotion faded away. Instead, she sat in the arms of the man she loved for probably the last time..

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Long live the demon king.

Not my best job coloring for sure, but I also remembered that I love pictures with gigantic eyeballs because they are super fun to color.  Does he look sinister enough?  Also, also, his hair seems to get pinker the more evil he is.  Or at least when I’m coloring him don’t judge pink is diabolical.

This one was actually a little tough because there wasn’t really a lot of color, and it’s why his hair is a bit more bright than I’d normally make it.  That scarf is just a pain to paint, though.  Jeeeeeeez those scales go on forever.

Original manga cap from Fairy Tail Mangacaps.