you seem rather pleased about it

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CALLING ALL HAMILFANS!!!!!!!!!!!

but basically hi guys!!! in 2017, hamilton is coming to london and i REALLY want tickets but my parents refuse to pay [Black parents and history doesn’t really mix for some reason??]

so….i’m selling some of my designs on redbubble! please please please check them out and buy some if you like !!! i know it seems rather overpriced but i really do need to get at least £80 ($100) for at least a chance at buying tickets :) i’m not throwing away my shot!

thank you so much in advance !!!! the link is here: www.redbubble.com/people/miriamnwoha13

godspeed. :D

((btw if you are a very kind and blessed individual, you could consider paying directly to my account? i know it’s a stretch but….any means necessary :( pm me for more details about that!!))


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Cyber Savior// Jeon Jungkook (Part 1)

Originally posted by sugutie

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre:(?)

Summary: Two teens desperate for some sort of support in their life, find it through an app.

Author’s Note: Hello everyone! This is the first part of the series I was telling you all about! I decided on putting the first chapter out and seeing the feedback i get, just so I can see if I should post part 2 and make it a series or not! Please enjoy the read!

xoxo Sara

TRIGGER WARNING: Talks of abusive, alcoholism, thoughts of suicide, attempts of suicide, and depression.

1-2-3-4

You found it difficult to breathe on days likes this; Days where everything seemed dark, rather than light. You tried to believe your parents when they said that ‘there is light at the end of the tunnel you’re in,’ but it was hard to believe two people who seemed to always spew lies about each other whenever the liquor they ingested took over their thoughts and coarsed through their blood systems.

You went to school as you normally did; trying to hide as best as you could from the classmates you saw everyday. They either didn’t notice you existed, or noticed for moments just so they could torment you and tease you about your appearance and how you acted.

They would whisper hurtful words in the hallway, telling you how you were worthless and ugly and fat and stupid and how no one would ever love you. They would laugh at you and tell you how you were a wreck, how even your own parents couldn’t handle you and practically lived at bars every weekend, drinking away the thoughts of their horrible failure of a daughter who couldn’t seem to do anything right.

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Me: Man, I don’t know about LeFou being gay. Like I’m glad anytime there is more inclusion of gay characters but it seems like a caricature played off for humor rather than being positive.

Conservative Christian Momzilla: How DARE you put THE GAY in a DISney movie!! WHY must YOU force YOUR AGENDA on INNOCENT CHILDREN!!1!! A gay BREATHING near children is INAPPROPRIATE.
BOYCOTT DISNEY!-!!1!

Me: ………. 17 tickets to Beauty and the Beast please.

Okay so it’s pretty much an indisputable fact that the Image Sonic Crossover special of yesteryear was pretty much shit. The art was ugly, the writing was horrible, and the crossover itself was pretty much all just a means for Ken Penders to get a fancy commercial for The Lost Ones. These are all objective truths. 

That being said… I really do like this picture.

There’s something very sweet about Amy Rose encountering the hulking, scary looking ‘superhero’ The Maxx (from the Image comic of the same name, and one of the few intelligently written books from the early days), and rather than being afraid just, just offers him a flower, while Maxx himself seems pleased if a bit nonplussed.

What really sells it if you know Image characters is the fact that the blonde girl sitting on Max is Julie, his friend/caretaker, is smiling gently at this display. Julie is normally a very cynical woman with a bevy of (very justified) personal issues, yet when confronted with such an innocent, childish display of friendship, she drops her usual demeanor in favor of a warm, if subdued, smile. 

For me there’s something very appealing about a pair who come from a fairly grim setting coming across someone from a much lighter and softer franchise, and them being touched by such an innocent and friendly gesture from someone who should be rather frightened of them.

It doesn’t begin to make up for the fact that that whole book was a pile of puke, but all the same… it IS rather nice to see. 

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Hey everyone! This is my first Choices based fanfic, with Jake and Fia (my MC). This is for Round 1 prompt of #ChoicesCreates “My heart finally told me to stop wasting my time.” Now, this would have made more sense before the last chapter came out, but I’d written everything except the first paragraph and I like the story too much not to publish it, so here’s a slightly more PG version of what happened after the rooftop. (also, trying to get this in for the deadline so please ignore any typos). Hope you like it, let me know what you think!

Warnings: Alcohol, Language, Mature themes, spoilers from the last couple chapters.
2000+ Words

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♫ Owl City Starters 1/2 ♫
  • ❝I’ve never been so afraid.❞ 
  • ❝I’ve never felt so at home.❞ 
  • ❝I’ll be long gone.❞ 
  • ❝Tell me again was it love at first sight?❞ 
  • ❝All I need is you by my side.❞ 
  • ❝I’ve been dying to leave.❞ 
  • ❝I guess you better be going.❞ 
  • ❝I’ll be there, wherever you are.❞ 
  • ❝I can’t forget you.❞ 
  • ❝We were meant to be.❞ 
  • ❝Do you wish we’d fall in love?❞ 
  • ❝The empty rooms feel cold when I am so used to being with you.❞ 
  • ❝Welcome back.❞ 
  • ❝You keep me warm.❞ 
  • ❝We can go anywhere.❞ 
  • ❝When can we do this again?❞ 
  • ❝Believe me, I loved you.❞ 
  • ❝I’ve had just about enough.❞ 
  • ❝Can you see me?❞ 
  • ❝I feel your heartbeat.❞ 
  • ❝Remember me?❞ 
  • ❝Kiss the planet goodbye.❞ 
  • ❝I’m going home.❞ 
  • ❝Everything is never as it seems.❞ 
  • ❝Golf and alcohol don’t mix.❞ 
  • ❝Please don’t let me go. I desperately need you.❞ 
  • ❝This is driving me crazy.❞ 
  • ❝It’s a bitter world and I’d rather dream.❞ 
  • ❝Help is on the way.❞ 
  • ❝I hate goodbyes.❞ 
  • ❝I haven’t slept in two days.❞ 
  • ❝When can I see you again?❞ 
  • ❝I’m so sick of being tired.❞ 
  • ❝Please cut to the chase.❞ 
  • ❝I forget the last time I felt brave.❞ 
  • ❝I bought a one way ticket.❞ 
  • ❝I’ll do whatever it takes.❞

Back when I first started posting my art on tumblr, I’d always tag it as, “my bad art”…however, after interacting with enough people it finally hit me that my art wasn’t “bad” per se, but that I was still learning! Still to this day I wouldn’t consider myself to be a “good” artist, but I know that I still have a lot to learn and that I’ve improved! So please don’t feel down about your art, but rather look at it as a stepping stone to your next piece! Maybe you did the shading better than before, or maybe the style you’re working on clicked just a little bit more, even if it’s a little step or it doesn’t seem like you’re improving at all, know that the more you practise the better you’ll get! Keep at it and keep up the good work! Let’s all improve together~!

I Hate You - Beenzino angst

Here we go. I think it’s a given that I’m getting all my gifs from @kimtaehyungssmile now
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“I don’t understand why you’re getting so damn mad, Sungbin. It’s literally just an ice cream flavour.” you said, turning your eyes to look at the book in your hands rather than your boyfriend who was getting progressively angrier.

“I’m not getting mad about the fucking ice cream, Y/N. I’m getting mad that you never seem to do anything right these days.” he snapped, turning to exit the kitchen in a huff. Your eyes narrowed and you followed after him.

“Excuse me? What the hell does that mean?”

“What do you think it means?” he whirled around to look at you, fire blazing in his eyes.

“No, please clear up the confusion.” you sneered, crossing your arms over your chest.

“You forgot my fucking birthday last week!” he shouted, beginning to count things off his fingers.

“What? No I didn’t - I called you and said I had to work but I would make it up to you on-”

“And you still haven’t! You were late to our date yesterday. You refuse to meet my fucking parents, for whatever damn reason. You always ditch me off for your damn friends, despite me saying that I’d rather you didn’t hang out with some of them-”

“Oh, get over yourself! They’ve been my friends for years, and that’s it. Nothing more. You’re my boyfriend, not them!”

“It doesn’t feel like I’m your boyfriend when their hands are all over you and you’re letting them!” he burst, the muscle in his jaw working furiously.

“It’s not like that! They’ve always been into skinship, it’s not my fault! Also, you know why I won’t meet your parents; I don’t want them to dislike me and you’ll end up breaking up with me because they want you to!”

“Since when have I ever done anything my parents have told me to do?!” he yelled, spit flying everywhere.

“Sungbin, you are being so unreasonable right now. I promised to make missing your birthday up to you and you spent your actual birthday with your friends and everybody else! I called you ahead of time before our date yesterday to say I was late, you said it was okay and when I apologised, you shrugged it off! Why are you being like this now?” you questioned and he scoffed loudly, throwing his arms up in the air in derision.

“You are so fucking naïve Y/N! Of course I’d be damn pissed if you’re late - I’m always busy these days and stressed and the one time I want to spend time with you, you blow me off for work!”

“I didn’t blow you off! I was ten minutes late and you were fully aware of it!”

“It doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt, Y/N!”

Your chest was heaving, staring up at the man you love. Anger was swimming through your body. You couldn’t understand it; why was he being like this? He never usually got this angry over something so stupid.

“Y’know, sometimes I wish I had more work so I didn’t have to see you as often.” he said matter-of-factly and you flinched at the acid in his tone.

“How fucking dare you! I’m trying my damn best here, you’re the one being an asshole!”

“I’m being an asshole? You’re a selfish bitch in this relationship, Y/N, and you know it! It’s always about you and you never seem to consider my fucking feelings!”

“I can’t believe you, Sungbin! I’m trying my hardest and here you are, screaming at me for no reason! You are just like my ex!” you spat, taking a step away from him and turning to the front door. Before you could get far though, his hand wrapped around your entire upper arm and forced you to face to him again, glaring down at you, jaw locked and brows furrowed together.

“Maybe I fucking am. I completely understand why he cheated on you.”

With those words - those simple words - your heart was torn out of your body and crushed in his hand. How could he say something like that?
Tears flooded your eyes and you shoved his hand off you, taking a step back and glaring angrily at him.

“Fuck you,” you spat, tears falling from your eyes. His facial expression didn’t soften at the sight of your pain. “I’m fucking done.”

You turned again, almost expecting him to apologise immediately and beg for forgiveness. He didn’t.

“Good. Fucking finally.”

You turned momentarily to look at him. He was stood alone in the doorframe of the kitchen, glaring at you with a burning resentment you had never seen before. You didn’t recognise this man at all - he was not the person you had fallen in love with.

“I hate you, Lim Sungbin.”

With that, you whirled and walked out the front door just as he launched the closest thing to him at the door - the weapon of a choice a vase you had received from your mother one birthday. It smashed against the closed door and shattered into a million pieces.

“Fine! Fucking leave then!” he screamed after you, running a hand through his hair and turning to go back into the kitchen, opening the fridge and peering inside.

She’ll be back. She always comes back. She’s just mad.

A cake was sat on the second shelf. It was beautifully decorated, with the words ‘Happy Birthday Sungbin!’ written on the middle in red icing. Suddenly, in a fit of rage, he lifted the cake and launched it at the wall, splattering cake and icing all over the kitchen. Chest heaving, breath leaving in heavy pants, he looked around at the mess and the empty apartment. She left him.

Tears welled up in his eyes and he sunk to his knees slowly, arms wrapping tightly around his chest to try and keep himself together, but it was too late. Heavy sobs left his mouth as he realised what he had done and what he had said.

Shit. What the fuck have I done?

sugarmagic  asked:

I saw that you're not feeling well lately, oh nooooo!!! Please take care of yourself and take it slow. Don't worry about the blog - It will still be here when you get back once you're feeling better. Everybody wants you at your best and feeling comfortable and happy more than they want updates born of terrible suffering! I'm sorry if this message seems a bit random, but I feel like it's a reminder lots of big blog owners need sometimes. Please prioritize you! Get well soon.

Thank you, this is such a sweet message! I have some physical health issues I’d rather not share, but they are permanent, and they involve a lot of pain and fatigue… So unfortunately, there will be bad days or weeks even, but in my good weeks I hope to produce a lot of art for my followers!
And to anyone who I may have taken on commissions from, I will prioritise and get them done as best/fast as I can!

Thank you all for your patience! xxx

One Last Joke (Part 1)

From the author (@helixthepamster):

I haven’t written a fanfic in like 3 year and I’ve decided to break that record because I absolutely LOVE the Undertale Mob!AU art and stories created by @junkpilestuff and @nyublackneko , as well as the Kitten and The Don fics written by @lumiere-and-luna . Their works really inspired me a lot, so based on the current info about Don G’s background, I’ve decided to write this short, rather angsty “What If” fic about Don G’s Papyrus, who seems to have been gone by the time Don G met Kitten. Hope you enjoy and if there’s anything I can improve on do let me know! ^^; 

(If you’re interested, visit my Fanfiction account for other stories I’ve written, non-Undertale related tho)

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No… please stop…

His voiceless plea echoed in his skull, his body numb with rage and another emotion he dared not name. Darkness was slowly encroaching from all sides. The insides of his sockets were beginning to feel wet while a warm but different kind of liquid spilled onto his hands before it evaporated into fine grains of dust.

…Helpless.

Despite the immense powers he wielded, he could stop neither from happening. Not the darkness, the tears nor the blood.

Please… no…

Living as a shadow of this blood-stained underground world, he always reminded himself something like this could happen, but nothing could prepare him for the pain that wrecked his monster heart.

He was weak.

He was pathetic.

And this was the price of his incompetence.

“Nyeheh…,” his boney brother let out a terrifyingly weak chuckle, blood trickling along his mandible as he spoke, nudging his jaw towards the red, battered automobile in front of them that was on fire. “S-seem like I messed up this time. A-and everyone is… I’m… I’m sorry…”

“Don’t say that… It doesn’t look too bad, you know we’ve seen worse.” The young Don G reassured whilst looking down at the skeleton monster in his arms , who’s body was littered with deep gaping wounds, and shrugged casually. His expertise in keeping stone-faced came unexpectedly handy in restraining his turbulent feelings. He kept his one good eye on Papyrus’s pale colored heart, watching its vitality fade whilst the cracks covering it widened with every passing second, just like the ones that lined his brother’s face.

Don’t do this to me… don’t you dare…

Shit. He was scared.

F***ing scared.

“I… haven’t eaten your spaghetti for dinner yet. I did… say I’ll be back for that. Man, I'm… I’m starving.”

It was getting harder to speak. He’s usually more adept at lying than this.

“You haven’t… visited Grillby’s new shop right? He wanted your feedback on his new menu. We should swing by later… That’s an order.”

Papyrus’s single eye roamed his brother’s face sadly through his broken pair of glasses. “Sans-”

“NO!” G suddenly bellowed, his anguished cry sliced the air between them upon hearing his former name.

Papyrus was the only one who would call him that.

The bigger monster felt droplets of his brother’s tears land on his forehead as G curled his shaking, skeletal frame, hugging the only real family he has left closer, a feeble attempt to ward off death. But another second passed and gone was Papyrus’s legs, swept along by an unforgiving bout of wind. Pain flitted across Papyrus’s features, his heart breaking for a different reason now as he leaned forward and rested his head on G’s shoulders. It was all that he could do for everything else hurt. He wanted so much to comfort his brother then, to show him that’s it’s ok… but his body refused.

A distant crash of thunder was heard and the night skies grew even darker, their soulless surrounding illuminated only by the flaming car and the ever-silent moon that bore witness to the horrific massacre that took place just moments ago. The Don’s favorite crowbar laid beside him, drenched in the blood and dust of others, but as useless as its owner now.

“We just got to get help,” G grunted lowly between gritted teeth, trying in vain to mask his panic once more. “Don Toriel has higher healing magic, or maybe Dr. Alphys’s… I don’t know!” He cried out in desperation, raising a quivering, holed hand to press against the aching void where his right eye could have been. “J-just hold on. I’ll take us-”

Long, white phalanges suddenly curled around his wrist bone firmly with a familiar gentle touch, stopping G midway from teleporting.

“The last thing I want… is to talk to you… a little more… brother…” Papyrus’s voice was softer now but he still gave G a warm smile, his grip on his sibling not letting up till the Don sat back down on the cold, cobblestone road. 

“I… I should have stayed instead of going on that trip. I should have known that this- Dammit! I should have returned earlier!” G bitterly said, each word bit out with bone-crushing regret so heavy his rib cage heaved in an effort to breathe.

“That’s… a lot of ‘should have’s’.” Arching a brow bone, Papyrus sighed, “It’s… not your fault. T-they pulled off… an impressive surprise attack… just to take you down.”

G couldn’t understand how Papyrus could still beam back at him with brotherly pride despite choking a little on his own blood. And every minute movement Papyrus’s head made, he noticed more dust formed from all the smaller cracks that covered his skeletal structure… especially the one that dangerously ran across his cervical vertebra. G’s body turned even colder at the thought of it finally breaking. He was torn between wanting Papyrus to continue talking and the fact that he should stop the conversation to preserve whatever life force he had left.

“S-so… stop blaming yourself… Promise me, brother…”

He heard Papyrus’ worried request and instinctively, the Don hid his grimace with a blank face and looked away, wishing he had the shadow of his fedora to hide his gaze but it was lost somewhere during the fight. Finger bones dug deeply into the injured skeleton’s tattered and checkered blazer and Papyrus let out another resigned sigh.

The G before him looked less like the Don and more like the young, inexperienced and lost monster that Papyrus remembered.

“Stubborn as always…I g-guess that will never change… If I had the strength I’d beat some common sense into you. Nyeh… you’d usually retort with a pun…by now,” Papyrus smiled, wincing a little. He could no longer feel anything below his chest, his neck region hurts and his fingers were starting to grow numb. “Hey…. what was… that joke you were trying to tell me before?”

G glanced back at his brother, his facial expression looking even emptier than before as he shook his head uncertainly, “I… I don’t know… I can’t think of any…”

The bespectacled skeleton’s characteristic wide smile faltered for a brief moment. Papyrus opened his mouth slightly, but hesitantly closed it back. More of his dust scattered across the ground and a heavy, grave silence loomed over them, reminding both of the inevitable before it was abruptly washed away by the two words G never thought he’d hear Papyrus say:



“… Knock, knock.”


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A strange and slight twitching sensation was felt in the hole of his left hand. Immediately, hard, ivory fingers of his other hand swung and swiftly grabbed onto a contrastingly soft, flesh-covered hand unmercifully, pulling his ‘attacker’ down towards him. Brilliant amber flame lit up from within the depths of his left eye socket as Don G woke in his armchair lazily, unfazed by the fact that he was suddenly staring back at the face of the human just inches away. They seemed a little startled at first but soon returned his piercing gaze fearlessly, despite the obviously dangerous amount of dark magical aura mixed with unbridled bloodlust that was seeping out from within his core and bones.

“What do you think you’re doing… Kitten.”


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Part 1/ Part 2 (END)

“Why can’t we just be friends?” he asked.
The question seemed simple enough. She let herself ponder on it for a few moments before finally taking a slight step back and looking away.
“Please know I’m terrified of you and what you can do to me. And you’re the first one to very rarely tell me everything I wanna hear rather than need to hear. You’re fucking me up and every single fucking day I want to walk away but…you. You’re the kind of person that I have the hardest time not giving a shit about. I don’t think you quite understand what the fuck you’re doing when I’ve had no problem walking away from anybody ever except for you…”

'Here' lyrics as the signs
  • I'm sorry if I seem uninterested, or I'm not listening, or I'm indifferent: Taurus, Leo, Libra, Scorpio, Capricorn
  • Truly, I ain't got no business here, but since my friends are here I just came to kick it: Aries, Gemini, Sagittarius, Pisces,
  • really, I would rather be at home all by myself, not in this room with people who don't even care about my well-being: Leo, Virgo, Capricorn, Aquarius
  • I don't dance, don't ask, I don't need a boyfriend, so you can go back, please enjoy your party: Aries, Taurus, LEO, Libra, SCORPIO,
  • Aquarius
  • Excuse me if I seem a little unimpressed with this: Cancer, Virgo, Capricorn
  • "An anti-social pessimist", but usually I don't mess with this: CAPRICORN
  • But honestly I'd rather be somewhere with my people. we can kick it and just listen to some music with the message: Cancer, Scorpio, Capricorn, Aquarius, Pisces
  • And we'll discuss our big dreams, how we plan to take over the planet: Aries, Leo, Libra, Capricorn
  • I'm standoffish, don't want what you're offering, and I'm done talking: Leo, Scorpio, Pisces

nicoless88  asked:

Oh my God, I've been up to searching on Tumblr and going to bloggers to bloggers but I seem don't know where to start. Please help me find those post about how we (it's rather the bloggers) find RivaMika worth the ship, their potential and how they are NOT completely platonic/crack. I need to justify RivaMika to that friend of mine (yesterday's post). Please help..

Don’t worry! I think @whyiloverivamika​ may have just what you need (exactly what the name says!) (; Also, check out this tag and this other tag from my blog.

localserialkiller  asked:

Pulchrit: Miss Miyu! I know this may seem direct, but I have to wonder if you'd like to accompany me on a stroll through the gardens? I'd love to get to know you more!

[Why, I must admit I’m surprised by the amount of younglings who’re taking the time of their day to pay visit to an old woman such as myself! I’m rather pleased to see the youth of today is more accepting and open-minded than the generations prior to them.]

[I just finished training the newcomers and I think I have some time off before the next bunch… So yes, I’d love to join you for a walk, lady Pulchrit! I’ve been rather curious about you as well after seeing you on the battlefield the other day…]

"Please sign the petition!"
  • King *reads petition aloud*: With every god's signature including the King's... Shadow Dui will no longer be called as... "Shadow Dui"... hmm.... oh... I see...
  • King: So, it seems it is only my signature that is needed.
  • Dui: NO YOUR HIGHNESS PLEASE DON'T---
  • King: What will he be called then?
  • Shadow Dui: JASON THE GODSLAYER AND CHERRY-EATER
  • Dui: nO NO NONONONONONO
  • Shadow Dui: Or the Sexy Grimreaper ;)
  • Dui: SHADOW DUI WE TALKED ABOUT THIS
  • Shadow Dui: Or you could call me
  • Dui: Oh my god
  • Shadow Dui: the Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious Dui
  • Dui: THAT'S NOT EVEN A REAL WORD
  • Dui: I RATHER CALL YOU BOB
  • Shadow Dui: Well. You should have thought aBOUT THAT BEFORE.
Avoiding Arguments

The Inquisitor froze halfway up the stairs to the library. Their eyes flicked to the balcony just beyond them, where Dorian and Mother Giselle had just started arguing. Loudly. The Inquisitor dithered about on the stairs.

It’s rather early for this…maybe I’ll come back later, once things have cooled down…Dorian, what did you just say? DORIAN! Please refrain from making comments about your tongue to Mother Giselle. Just…no.

With that, the Inquisitor fled quickly back down the stairs.

Around midday the Inquisitor strode into the rotunda, events of the morning completely forgotten. “Solas, I was wondering –” Eyes wide, they trailed off upon hearing Dorian’s and Mother Giselle’s raised voices. Even as the Inquisitor stood there, the argument seemed to gain new momentum and increased volume.

Solas appeared less than pleased with this latest development. “Inquisitor, could you do something about them? They have made it…somewhat challenging to concentrate.”

The Inquisitor avoided Solas’ gaze as they edged around the rotunda. “Maybe? I mean, sure, probably. But, uh, later. When, you know, I have time. Which I don’t right now. I really must be going to, um, talk with…Cullen! That’s right. I have to talk to Cullen.” The Inquisitor flung the door to the battlements open and ran, feeling Solas’ scowl on their back the entire way.

Leliana found the Inquisitor a few hours later. She frogmarched them from their hiding spot in Cullen’s office, the Inquisitor babbling, “But, no! Cullen’s books need to be organized by alphabetical order of author’s favourite food!”

Leliana silenced them with a curt look. “Mother Giselle and Dorian have been arguing for hours now. It is hard to hear my scouts’ reports. The librarians are uncomfortable. And Solas looks as though he will freeze their mouths shut soon. You will end it, Inquisitor. And not in a couple of hours from now, when you have the time.” Leliana glared at the Inquisitor, making it quite obvious to them that she knew they previously ran away.

Leliana kept a firm grip on the Inquisitor’s arm until they were on the second level of the rotunda. She gave them a firm push in the direction of Dorian’s nook before ascending the stairs to her perch.

The Inquisitor took tentative steps towards the sounds of the argument, which had somehow become more incensed in the past few hours.

Oh dear, can I just, not? I’d really rather not deal with this. Ooh, maybe I can fit out that window. I doubt the drop would kill me. Much.

Dorian and Mother Giselle looked away from each to see the Inquisitor sizing up the window beside the shelf.

“Oh, I…”

The Inquisitor sighed. “What’s going on here?”

thxt-xnx-chxck  asked:

Hello! Me again... Sorry. I sent you an ask earlier that was more inquisitive than anything. This is not meant as a hurry up so please take your time, I was just curious about hellhounds? I keep seeing posts regarding A and have grown quite curious. They just seem so sweet!

I hope you don’t mind waiting a few days until I get home for your other ask. I have lots to say about bonding and such, and it would be way easier to type on a computer rather than a phone!!

But hell hounds are amazing creatures! In my experience, they are smarter and bigger than dogs, and are all black or dark red. Stronger ones seem to ooze black darkness, and all of them have fire somehow incorporated. A had flaming feet, x…ok x was just like a black hole with no red just darkness, but L had a flaming tail and flaming stripes. Others I’ve met had only a skull for a head that was on fire, fire feet, fire heart and neck, etc etc.
All the ones I have met were sweethearts, but there are some mean ones, too. They’re all really intelligent and super competitive. Most also need lots and lots of exercise!

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  “Genevieve I’m so sorry about everything,we weren’t there for you when you needed us. You deserve to be happy, and be with Calvin. I’m not going to hold you back anymore” Genevieve smiled she felt warmth from her mother that wasn’t there before “I’m going to have to talk to your father though, he’s not so pleased about everything. He seems to care to much about what everyone else thinks that he rather cover up any imperfections then to fix them”

Worm Liveblog #6

UPDATE 6: The Newbie

Last time Taylor had agreed to join the Undersiders, after having met with most of its members. They’re all rather welcoming! Well, except Bitch, who didn’t seem to like the idea at all and didn’t even go to meet Taylor. The point is that Taylor is in the group, kind of planning to be a mole for the good guys. So let’s continue!

“I felt a touch guilty, for acting under false pretenses.   I also felt pleased with myself, in an irrational way.” Aw, it’s not irrational! I understand the feeling guilty part, given that they all seem genuinely excited and happy about you joining them, but I think it’d be normal to feel pleased. I mean, they wanted you, they bothered to send you a message – it’s all very different to what’s going on in the high school. I think it’s natural Taylor would feel pleased, even if she may not know exactly why. So now what? Now that there’s a new member in the group what shall be done, Lisa wonders? May I suggest presenting her to the big boss? I’m curious what’s up with that!

They are going to “our place”. Oh, they have a hideout! And maybe Rachel is there. Hm, given how unhappy she was, maybe dragging Taylor all the way there may not be a good idea. There may be an easier way to do that.

Since walking around the city in full costume in broad daylight kind of attracts eyes, Taylor has to take the costume off and show her identity to them. For some reason she didn’t expect it. May be the lack of sleep. What follows is a description of Taylor taking off her costume and changing, her insecurities starting to flare. Let’s see…

“I kept the mask on as I undid the belt and peeled off the main costume.  I wasn’t indecent – I was wearing a black tank top and black biking shorts underneath, in part for extra warmth.   Silk wasn’t the best insulator on its own.” Hope you never encounter someone who can encase you in ice, then! That seems to be kind of weakness. Then again, it’d be rather uncomfortable to wear thicker clothes underneath that costume. It limits movement, yo. “What would they think when they saw the real me?  Brian and Alec were good looking guys, in very different ways. Lisa was, on the sliding scale between plain and pretty, more pretty than not.” I don’t remember the exact words, given that I read it like a week and half ago, but I remember Rachel/Bitch wasn’t exactly supermodel material. I don’t think they care at all about how you look, what’s going to be useful here is your powers. Chin up, Taylor, you’re going to do well. She psyches herself up by reminding herself she sent Lung to the hospital and almost killed him with the power of spiders – that last part was my addition.

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