what are all of your faces


“Think about it.  I’m just a reflection – I only show you what’s there.  Would a mirror ever lie to you?”

There’s been a bit of… let’s say, confusion regarding Bendy’s reflection in the Toon Henry AU.

Bendy’s reflection isn’t necessarily the true nature of the demon that was turned into Bendy.  He’s also not just Bendy himself.  He’s a reflection.

Think of what a reflection is.  It shows you your true face and form, right?  Well, what is Bendy in this AU but a haphazard amalgamation of a real demon and a cartoon character?

Bendy’s reflection is, essentially, indicative of Bendy’s true nature.  He’s Bendy without all the childlike innocence, the demon with the added cartoonish attitude.  He’s both, and as a result, he’s neither just one or the other.

When Bendy loses himself and starts becoming more unstable, e.g. when the demonic nature of what he used to be starts leaking through, the bits of Bendy that make him the lovable cartoon character scatter amongst the things that represent only the cartoon character – merchandise, posters, things like that.  What’s left behind is just Bendy’s ink – just some of his core thoughts and emotions, and nothing to suppress what little of the demon remains.

The only thing about Bendy that stays constant, no matter what, is the fact that, at his core, he is both the demon and the cartoon character.  To deny one or the other is to deny what he really is.  This is a fact that he doesn’t want to face, which is why the “mirror gag” isn’t just a gag – it’s Bendy’s true self that he refuses to acknowledge.

But it’s also just a reflection – whether Bendy is behaving like his cartoon self or “Bendy” is on a rampage, the reflection is unaffected.

In other words… he’s still in the mirror, should anyone choose to look.

i promise.

Originally posted by nanciewheelrs

(steve harrington x reader) 


summary: steve comforts the reader through a hard time. and buys a shit ton of dog stuff. 

word count: 1,508

a/n: okay, so this request was different than some others that i’ve gotten. i know that it’s tough when confronted with something like this, and i really hope that this cheers you up. i’m sending good vibes to you and your dog! i wanted to get this up as fast as possible, so i’m sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes. 

You opened your door and there was Steve Harrington, three plastic bags hanging off of his arms while they were filled with, well, stuff. It was kind of hard to make it all out whenever it was just there in one big pile, mostly obscuring his face.

“Steve?” You questioned, scrunching up your brow as you tried to understand just what he was done.

“Can I come in? My arms are going to give out, I swear to God.” With that, he didn’t wait for an answer, instead pushing past you and promptly dumping everything onto the recliner that was settled in your living room.

“What are you doing?” Your words came out slow and careful. A part of you didn’t even want to know what was going on. The last time he’d had that much stuff in his arms, you’d ended up staying awake until five in the morning trying to get his science experiment done the day it was due.

“Nancy called, and told me what was up. Figured I’d come over.” He went to continue on, when your dog trotted out of the hallway, perking up whenever he spotted Steve. “Hey, buddy,” he cooed, crouching down and holding his hand out. He padded over to Steve, rubbing his head against the young man’s hand, huffing happily as Steve scratched him behind the ears. He looked from your dog to you, his eyes growing a little sad. “How you holding up?”

You shrugged your shoulders, glancing away from him. You didn’t want to think about that. It was too painful to think about, and you really didn’t want to cry in front of Steve.

“Fine. So what’d you bring?” The words came out with a forced cheer, one that Steve picked up on. He gave your dog another scratch behind the ears before shifting to his feet. He shot you a quick grin as he headed to the recliner, his cheeks a little red as he regarded all of the stuff that he’d gotten.

“Alright, so I might have gone a little overboard, but just trust me with this, alright?” He pressed his lips together, as though he were trying to figure out how to word things. “I always wanted a dog, and my parents never let me get a dog, so I decided that I’m officially going to spoil the shit out of your dog and you can’t tell me no.” It was a bit obvious that he was avoiding saying what was really going on, but you appreciated it.

“Dude, spoiling him is one thing. This is a whole other level, I can’t even - Wait, is that a dog bed?” You stared at him, brows raised as you stepped towards the pile. You lifted it up - a plush, soft white faux fur covered dog bed. “Are you serious?”

“A king needs to sleep like one, Y/N,” was all Steve said, bumping his hip against hers lightly. “So you can set that down on the ground for him, let him try it out. I also got him a ton of dog treats. I didn’t know what kind he liked, so I just got a ton of different kinds? I also got some toys, like balls and stuff. Oh! I got him some stuffed animals too, with their eyes sewn in, so he can chew them up. What else? Some of that real fancy dog food, the wet stuff? Does he eat that? It looked like real nice on the package, but I opened one up in my car and it looked like shit. Smelled like shit too. So I’m not sure if you want to feed him that.”

You just stared at him. There were no words that could begin to explain your feelings. Was it shock? You could have just been overwhelmed by the sheer amount of information that he was throwing at you. Dog beds and food and toys and fancy food? And he’d sniffed it? You blinked at him.

People could say a lot of things about Steve Harrington, but one thing that they couldn’t say was that he didn’t care. The boy cared a lot; more than most.

“So, uh, that’s just his stuff. There’s more,” he said, watching you with a sheepish grin on his face.

“What do you mean, there’s more? How much more can there possibly be?”

“Well, I, uh, I figured that you’d need some cheering up. So I got you junk food and some VHS tapes that we could put in. And I figured later tonight, for dinner, we could go grab some pizza or some KFC and bring him along for a ride in my car?”

You swore that your eyes were going to bug out of your head.

“You’re going to let him in your car? Really?” Steve just shrugged.

“Look, I’m not saying that you’ll have to - you know - but if you do? I just figured that maybe we could give him a really good day.” You pressed your lips together, trying to stave off the wave of emotion that was suddenly threatening to overcome you. So you did the next best thing. You set the dog bed on the ground (to which your dog immediately ran over and laid on) and stepped to Steve, wrapping your arms around his neck. His own went around your waist, pulling you to him nice and tight. You felt his lips press against the top of your head as he held you against him. Your eyes squeezed shut as you pushed everything else away. For a moment, everything felt like it had before you’d gotten the news.

By the end of the day, the three of you had ended up on the couch, watching Sixteen Candles. The VHS tape before that had been The Karate Kid.  You and Steve were in the middle of the couch, your side pressed against his, your head against his shoulder. His arm was around you, one hand playing with your hair while the other was in his lap, scratching your dog’s head. Your dog was stretched across the both of you, demanding to be pet by the both of you.

It had been a perfect day. You’d spent most of it just cuddling and playing with your dog. He managed to destroy three of the toys that Steve had gotten him before eating his fill of food (apparently the fancy, wet food was delicious to dogs) and then passing out on his fancy new dog bed. Steve had stuck around the entire time, telling stupid jokes and making you laugh the entire day.

Once dinner time had rolled around, the three of you had piled into Steve’s car. Your dog had started out in your lap, but quickly decided that the freedom of the backseat was much more interesting, and easily made his home back there. He’d ran back and forth, from window to window, looking out with wide eyes at the passing world.

You and Steve had decided upon KFC for dinner, figuring that you could take the skin off of the kitchen and feed it to Y/D/N. Steve kept making comments about it being finger-licking good, with each repetition growing more and more ridiculous until you couldn’t help but laugh at him.

Eventually, you’d made your way back to your place. And that’s how you ended up there, cuddling on the couch as your mind drifted to the inevitable. Without meaning to, you sniffled a little, along with a couple of tears sneaking out.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he murmured. You hadn’t realized that he’d been looking at you. He stopped petting your dog for a moment, using his thumb to wipe the tears off of your cheeks. “It’s okay to cry.” Your eyes slipped shut as you tried to breathe deeply, but it was hard. “Don’t feel like you have to hide how you’re feeling, Y/N. This is a sucky situation. You’re allowed to be sad,” he told you, his voice quiet. You looked up at him, the light and colors from the screen reflecting on his face. Your dog let out a soft whine, quieting only when you and Steve resumed petting him.

“What if we have to, Steve? What if we have to do it?”

It took him awhile to answer. His teeth bit at his lower lip, eyes darting around the room as he searched for that elusive, correct answer.

“He’s had a good life, Y/N. If it has to happen, then… He’ll be in a good place. You gave him a great life. He knows that you love him, and he loves you too.” He let out a sigh. “I promise you that no matter what happens, I’m going to be right there, okay? I’m not going anywhere.”

You looked away from Steve towards your dog, who was scooching to be firmly on your lap. He nuzzled around, trying to find that comfortable spot before letting out a content ‘humph’ and settling down.

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

Loud Moan

Kim Namjoon
Namjoon would immediately halt his movements thinking that he hurt you. Once you ordered him to keep going, he would be pleased with himself that he could make you squeal so loudly and started his thrusts again.

“I didn’t know I was that good..”

Kim Seokjin
Seokjin is usually a vanilla type guy, but today he wanted to spice things up. You let out a loud whine. Seokjin would stop and freak out asking what was wrong. When you told him to not stop, he got the memo and sped it up placing kisses all over your neck.

“Maybe we should try this more.”

Min Yoongi
Once this kinky boy saw your contorted face he knew he was doing his job right. You let out a loud whine which only made him speed up to impossible speeds. You’d cover your mouth to muffle your noisy moans. He’d pull your hands away forcing them behind your head. Hearing your moans was music to his ears.

“Fuck, your moans are so hot.”

Jung Hoseok
Hoseok and his dancer background allowed him to move at incredible rates, and it was one of those days. Hearing the booming moan kinda scared him a bit until you gestured him to keep going. By the end, you were both out of breath.

“I’m surprised you’re louder than me.”

Park Jimin
Jimin would quickly pull out not knowing what he had done, immediately apologizing and placing random kisses all over your body. You breathly told him to not stop. Jimin smirked and went back to pleasuring you beyond belief.

“Damn baby you’re irresistible.”

Kim Taehyung
Taehyung had his head buried in your neck, placing hickeys everywhere. When you let out a loud squeaky moan he’d be surprised looking at you confused. You tried moving his hips to keep him going. He saw what you were getting at and started thrusting rapidly. You placed your arms around his back and left scratch marks.

“F-fuck I could fuck you all night.”

Jeon Jeongguk
Your moans were already pretty loud to begin with, however, once he heard you moan that loudly he would be sorta startled. He saw your hands gripping on the sides of the bed and the way your face contorted. Jungkook would slow down the pace to tease you, once you practically yelled at him to move he would do so.

“I love it when you beg..”

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What do you see?  Nothing, right?

You can see nothing at all.

Oh, sure, you think you see a series of flashes and flickers of shapes and shades of color.

You think you see familiar things like faces and letters and walls and your own hands.

These aren’t familiar at all.

You’ve never seen any of that before.

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Baby Blues - Daddy’s Little Lovebug

Word Count: 1382 

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Postpartum Depression, Mentions of implied rape 

A/N: Ana wanted the reader’s backstory. Ana’s getting some backstory. 

Daddy’s Little Lovebug Masterlist

Crying. That’s all you heard coming from JoJo’s crib but you couldn’t bring yourself to touch her. You sat on the bed, staring at her through the crib bars. You’d tried everything and she wouldn’t stop. You were an absolute failure as a parent and now all you could do was sit there, frozen, tears running down your own face. You should’ve known better than to bring a child into this world with your own upbringing.

You were so lost in your own little world, thinking back to your childhood and how shitty it was, and how ill equipped you were to raise a child, you didn’t hear Dean enter your bedroom. “Y/N, she’s screaming, what’s wrong with her?” Dean scooped JoJo up in one arm, bouncing and shushing her, quieting her almost immediately, something you hadn’t been able to do for over 45 minutes while he’d been gone. “Shh. Shh. It’s ok little bug, daddy’s gotchya. That’s my big girl. Go back to sleep.”

“I – she – “ your bottom lip trembled and Dean finally looked at you, immediately putting JoJo back in the crib and rushing to you, taking your face in his strong hands. “I can’t do this, Dean, I can’t. I can’t be a mom. I can’t have a family. I can’t stay here I need to leave.” You pulled yourself away, running to the closet, tripping over yourself and grabbing a duffel, throwing clothes in it haphazardly before you finally collapsed in a heap on the floor. You couldn’t breathe through the sobs, you couldn’t see, everything you’d been feeling since you brought JoJo home finally had come crashing down around you in a matter of weeks.

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imagine that at some point in time smol cherub chris just thrusts some paper and a pen at young victor and asks for an autograph 

victor: *teasing bc he’s a little shit at that age* ‘didn’t know you were a fan’ 
chris: *blushing* ‘oh it’s not for me, it’s for a friend’
victor: *gasps* ‘I thought I was your friend’ 
chris: *blinks with all the innocence that’s still on his face but not in his heart* ‘what I can’t have more than one?’
victor: *pouts* ‘then get me their autograph too, fair’s fair’ 

long years after that, a week after sochi actually, victor goes through his memorabilia and stumbles upon an autographed piece of a napkin that hesitantly spots yuuri katsuki in the bottom right corner and he grins so, so wide when he decides to frame it

I was at my old school, just talking with my friends and I went to the bathroom and when I came back out, the hallway was crowded as hell. I started walking around trying to find my friend, but someone pushed me and I fell to the ground. When I got up, literally all of my clothes were gone and I was buck-ass naked, so a teacher came over and pulled me to the side along with another teacher and said, “What are you thinking?! This is a school, where are your clothes?!” I considered my answer for a moment and then replied, “Hey wait, I’m dreaming! I just have to wake up!” So I closed my eyes really hard and when I opened them, everyone was still there and one of the teachers put on this really smug face and was like, “nah sweetie”. I took off running towards my old locker and I guess along the way I found some pants but I was still shirtless and was panicking over it. My friend appeared out of nowhere and threw a blanket over me and I woke up because my blanket was smothering me.

Imagine playing Fuck, Marry, Kill with the company

You: okay, I have a hard one for Thorin.

Thorin: oh Mahal, go ahead ask your silly question.

You: who would you rather fuck, marry, or kill, Thranduil, Smaug, or Gandalf.

Thorin: *after a long pause with some intense thinky face* as much as I would like to kill all of them, I guess fuck Thranduil, marry Smaug, and kill Gandalf.

Gandalf: what did I do to deserve This?

you: the sad part is he really had no idea what he has done to deserve it.

Originally posted by maidhros

Originally posted by tlotrgifs

Originally posted by tlotrgifs

Kili: [to you] who would you rather fuck, marry, or kill Bard, Uncle Thorin, and Thranduil?

You: fuck bard, marry Thorin, kill Thranduil.

Moira Head Cannons

(Warning: sfw and nsfw inbound)


  • Frequently flirts in Irish. She knows her silky voice works wonders in any language, but her native tongue is a special treat.
  • Compliments your genetics when analyzing all the little features of your face she likes. “You are just such a LOVELY specimen.”
  • Wouldn’t experiment on you but the temptation to would be STRONG.
  • Loves talking about her field if expertise so much she often forgets you might not understand her. Has to backtrack after many excited tangents to explain what she was on about.
  • Tends to keep late nights, but never disturbs your slumber when she’s finally ready to join you in bed.
  • You can tell she’s serious about you when she introduces you to her pet rabbit. “There’s someone important I want you to meet… This is my special someone. Aren’t they lovely, Flopsy?”


  • Dom af.
  • That aforementioned “lovely specimen,” thing is ten fold when you’re naked.
  • Running her hands all over you caressing everything she finds attractive. “You are so genetically gifted, darling.”
  • Oral sex queen. She knows those nails can be intimidating and how to compensate for that in case you’re scared of getting near them.
  • Has a thing for wearing her tie during the deed. Loves when you pull it a bit.
  • While she won’t experiment on you in the lab she will experiment with you in the bedroom. (Or in the lab, if that is where you’re having your liasions.)
  • Afterwards is all cuddles and caressing and soothing. And Irish pillow talk.
  • “Is breá liom tú.”

zpidey-sense  asked:

for the prompt list “Just please be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to.” jkdbfsd

Oh my God!!!!!! I’m calling 911 because you really want to kill me with this one.

Harrison looked at you and took you by the hand. That day was pretty cold and you could feel the wind infiltrate into your bones. The only warm up thing, was Harrison’s smile.
“Do you know what are we doing here?” You asked him.
The blonde man shook his head “Nu-Uh. I think Tom has something to tell us”. he said with a wink.
When you reached Tom’s flat, you found that Jacob was already there.
“What is all this for?” Harrison asked confused.
“I don’t know man” Jacob said with a shrug.
Tom had a dumb smile painted on his face “Guys, I called you because you are my best friends and I want you to be the first.”
Your heart clenched a bit hearing the two worst words for a woman in love: Best friends.
“Tell us” Jacob blurted.
Tom closed his eyes and took a deep breath “I want to ask Jenna to marry me”.
Your world collapsed. You could feel every piece of your heart being destroyed by his words.
Harrison looked at you immediately with a sad expression on his face.
“D-Dude, this is a big step. You have being together j-just for eight months” Jacob said.
Without saying a word, you left the room and headed to the bathroom. A few tears running down your cheeks. You washed your face and watched your reflection in the mirror. You were utterly broken.
“Y/N?” Tom knocked on your door “Are you ok?”
You sighed and opened the door with a fake smile.
“What’s up?”
“Oh, nothing. I was not feeling well.”
Tom just nodded “What do you think?”
“About what?”
“About what I have just said: marrying Jenna.” He explained.
“I-I don’t think it’s a good idea” you said, hoping to end the conversation as fast as possible.
“But why?” Tom insisted “Y/N, you are my best friend I need to know what you th-“
“Oh, Tom, save it!” You yelled. You closed your eyes to prevent tears from falling again “I love you, all right?”

Originally posted by tom-cinnamonroll-holland

(that’s how I Imagine him looking at you)
You opened your eyes and a sad laugh escaped from your lips “Just please be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to”.
“I can’t be your friend, Y/N” his gaze travelled from the floor to your eyes “because I would lie to myself”.
“I-I don’t love Jenna, all right? I mean, I do but not as much as I love you. She is the only one who can make me feel good almost as much as you do” he took a step further “So, I apologize if I can’t be your best friend now. This label doesn’t fit me anymore”.
And with that, your lips met in a kiss that tasted like forever.

“One day, you’ll meet a guy. And ultimately, he’s going to find out. How you chew, how you sip, how you dance, how you smell at every point in the day. How your face looks underneath all of your makeup. How you love chocolate, how you can be hyper at times, how certain games and shows make you really happy. How cranky you can get when you’re tired, and how you think you look bad in all of your photos. He’s going to know everything about you. And you know what? He’s still going to love you.”

he’s still going to love you. (unknown)

Hiatus begone

Hey everyone! Guess I have some ‘splainin to do (。•́︿•̀。)

Without saying a word, I kind of disappeared back in June… I really regret not informing anyone, but I had no idea I was about to be gone for such a long time. 
Basically, what happened was that life just sort of got in the way, and once you log off, it’s real tricky to get back into it. Now, at one point I started thinking about the lovely community and all your lovely stories/pictures and creations I’d been missing out on, so I figured I’d totally start lurking around and eventually get back to posting stuff myself… Well, I was a lil’ wrong there, because this time life slapped me in the face REAL hard. You see, quite recently my close friend passed away in a freak accident that shocked a lot of people in my country. I lost a lot of energy due to that and had a hard time finding happiness in my everyday life, meaning things that I enjoyed doing, now felt dull and meaningless (e.g. playing games). It’s getting better each day though, and I feel like I’ve rediscovered my love for the Sims again, which feels super nice considering this extremely rough patch I’m going through at the moment.

Anyway, I can’t begin to tell you how much I’ve missed some of the lovely people and all their fantastic work on this site! ❤  I’ll try my best to catch up with everyone and your posts, bear with me though as it may take a whilel! Also, I’m superduper thankful for all of the lovely messages and asks I received from some of you out there, and I’m truly sorry for not answering them. Just want to let you guys know I appreciate everyone of you, and I hope everyone’s doing good! <3 

Now, I’ve been CC shopping like a madman, and I’m totally ready to roll! Meaning, I will be posting soon! (continuing the Dervoe and Napier legacies - catch up on them by clicking here and here) Right now I’ll concentrate on trying to figure out what’s been going on for the past 5 months, but BOY am I excited to be back! :3 Also, I’d be super happy to reconnect with everyone (hoping you guys are still out there ❤) so feel free to reach out, you’d make my day! You see, Sometimes I’m a lil’ buggy when it comes to taking contact, sometimes my social anxiety gets to me, even on the internet ~(>_<~)

P.S If you didn’t already know, my love for the Dragon Age series is HUGE and while I was on hiatus on simblr, I was still playing a lot of those games and started a silly ol’ sideblog mostly dedicated to DA:I gifsets. If you’re curious, go check it out at @lavhenan teehee 

HUGSs  ❤

here’s a picture of Marnie wearing a facial expression I’ve been known to rock irl a lot lately :’) 

Words of Radiance, chapter 4:

“You all right, new kid?” asked one of the soldiers to his side. 

“Fine,” Dalinar said. “Just worried. I mean, I don’t even really know what we’re looking for.” 

“A spren that doesn’t act like it should,” the man said. “Keep your eyes open. Once Sja-anat touches a spren, it acts strange. Call attention to anything you see.”

Then, a short time later:

A face. 

Dalinar shouted, jumping back, pointing his spear downward. “That was a face! In the water!” 

“Riverspren?” the knight asked, stepping up beside him. 

“It looked like a shadow,” Dalinar said. “Red eyes.” 

“It’s here, then,” the knight said. “Sja-anat’s spy. Caeb, run to the checkpoint. The rest of you, keep watching. It won’t be able to go far without a carrier.”

I commissioned the lovely @gildedskeleton​ to draw my best Voidwalker girl, my darling resting-bitch-face Warlock Andara! Look at her, she is so done with your shit. 

Honestly though deep down she’s a big softie. Those are a certain handsome Exo Hunter boy’s colours she’s sporting, and what with the Red War and all this Vex crap on the horizon she’s wondering when the hell she’s going to get to see her boyfriend again. 

He could feel her Light shining beneath his fingers, and it was calling to him. She was saying his name silently, but as bright as the stars in the void. She was purple storm clouds heavy with rain. Galaxies forming. The precipice between night and day. 

(Shiro-4/Andara kiss meme. Exo “kisses” are the best.)

Thank you so much gildedskeleton!! I love it so much. 

Hiraeth - Part (14)

A/N: This is the last chapter, y’alls! Tell me what you think.

Summary: It’s a picture perfect wedding. It really is. A dashing bride, a gorgeous groom, and nothing goes wrong. But something is missing. Something important.

Follow the story of an arranged marriage; a story like every other.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Word Count: 2807

Warnings: none.

[Hiraeth Masterlist] [Epilogue]

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