can yOU IMAGINE SEEING YOUR INTERNET FRIEND SMILING FOR THE FIRST TIME IN FRONT OF YOU. I BET THEIR SMILE CAN LIGHT uP THIS ENTIRE WORLD
This is my absolute favorite voice for Bonnie and nobody can convince me otherwise
(found on Facepunch forums, originally from /vg/ - not my recording)
i talk a lot of shit for someone who can’t choose rude dialogue options in games because i’m scared of hurting a characters feelings
I’m a little late, but Happy Birthday Olivia! Never stop dancing.
The idea just confuses me, honestly.
Whether I had a brother or not, I would have almost certainly joined Scotland Yard. Which means I would have been working on the Jigsaw Puzzle Killings with Justin and Hilda, and I would have been shot.
So what would have been the outcome?…
cleaning out the proverbial closet because essay? what essay?
These are not mine but I wanted to bring them together!
GAY DEMON BOYFRIENDS <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3
I love all the homages to Mike Mignola
Strawberry - I’m in love with you.
Cherry - I love you.
Watermelon - I think you’re cute.
Blueberry - You’re amazing.
Kiwi- You’re pretty
Rasberry - You’re hot.
Plum - I would fuck you.
Paopu Fruit - I would date you.
Grapes - I could stay on your blog for hours.
Lemon - You are my tumblr crush.
Orange - I want to get to know you.
Tangerine - We have a lot in common.
Lemon - I wish you would notice me.
Lime - I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog.
I was going to put this in color, but I got lazy and remembered that this was supposed to be a doodle. Oops.
So yeah, listening to Panic! At the Disco’s Casual Affair and I remembered the lines…
A lover on the left
A sinner on the right
So I drew this up. Though honestly, I can’t tell one thing…
…If we were going to relate this song to Mystery Room, who’s left and right will we follow? OUR left and right or LUCY’S left and right? I want a story about who exactly is the lover and the sinner.
Personally, I think Potty is better in bed. Just sayin’
The cool night air permeated the hushed, dimly lit room. Alfendi rested his head against Lucy’s hot shoulder, and let out a sigh as his lavender hair fell into his eyes. Lucy, in turn, let her head fall against his. She inhaled gently.
"You smell nice, Prof…" she murmured softly, nuzzling her nose into his hair.
"Do I?" Alfendi whispered, pulling her into his arms. Personally, he thought his assistant’s lovely scent was far more appealing; it had a hint of floral herbs mixed with soap. It was clean, and enticing.
"I love you, Prof." Lucy’s small voice muttered as her eyelids fluttered. Alfendi stiffened, but only for a moment. He forced a calm smile, though his heart was pounding and his cheeks were as hot as the sun.
"I love you too, Lucy." He pressed his lips to her forehead, ignoring the voice in the back of his head, the growing pain in his temple.
Do you really? How can you ever love her? You aren’t even a person, just a sorry excuse for a crumbling mind. How can you ever love? The bitter voice ran through Alfendi’s mind. He pulled back from Lucy, frowning slightly as he looked away.
"Prof?" Lucy asked, reaching out to her mentor, her lover, her friend.
"Why are you here?" Alfendi smirked, his golden eyes flashing. Lucy withdrew her hand as Alfendi leaned back toward her, his disheveled crimson hair falling out of place. "Please do tell me." Alfendi’s teeth seemed sharp and pointed, but Lucy noted the hint of sadness in his eyes. "Why do you think it’s a good idea to tempt me? A sinner through and through?"
"I love you." Lucy said firmly, holding her ground as she held Alfendi’s gaze. Alfendi stiffened, but soon a dark, self mocking chuckle escaped his lips. He really hated this. Hated that she could seem to find his pressure points and jab at them. He hated that she loved him. He hated that he loved her in return.
"Only an idiot would love me, and Baker, you are not an idiot." He smirked with his golden eyes shining. "So why do you love me?"
"Alfendi." Lucy reached out to him, but he pulled away, scowling. Lucy smiled softly, readjusting her position on the couch. She held Alfendi’s gaze with her tender scarlet eyes. “‘fore I answer, tell me why you love me." Alfendi froze, inwardly swearing as he tore his gaze from hers.
If you’re the real Alfendi, why don’t you let yourself love her? The voice in his head retorted calmly. If you are the real one, if you can love, why do you act like the sinner?
"I never said I love you." Alfendi grumbled, ignoring the voice in his head.
"No," Lucy moved toward him. He didn’t retreat, but he did watch her wearily as she let her head fall against his chest. His heart beat quickened, betraying his emotions. He looked away, flustered as Lucy giggled. "I can jist tell."
"I’m not a lover, Lucy." Alfendi muttered with a scowl.
I’m not a sinner. The voice chimed in.
Lucy smiled as she nuzzled into his arms. Without thinking, Alfendi let her, and he embraced her tenderly. Inwardly he chastised himself for letting her get close, but she interrupted his thoughts.
"I love you, Alfendi." She sighed, letting her eyelids drop. Alfendi sat there, frozen, as she fell asleep in his arms. He cursed.
He loved Lucy. He truly did, but he would only bring her pain. Didn’t that make him a sinner? He let out a heavy exhale as he debated with the voice in his head.
Which one of them was the lover? And which the sinner? Neither had any clue.
Latimer: YOUR FINGER IS MINE, MORTAL.
Me: Get off my finger, Latimer. >:c
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