Psych-o-iatrist (Akefia/Marik fanfic)
The Bad dad more looks fun
First one is obviously Darkwing and Gosalyn.
The second is Negaduck and Nega-Gosalyn.
I can not be the only person who is wanting Will Graham to keep plunging deeper into madness, can I?
To see him on the precipice of breaking down into hysterics even further as no one seems to know where to begin when it comes to helping him.
Don’t get me wrong, I adore the character, I really do and I know things are going to be, well, more or less fine later on but till then- I want to see how far they can go till that point.
For Kingdom Hearts III I really want a St. Canard world with this suave mother fucker joining your party.
Give Donald his PK outfit
And Goofy his Supergoof outfit
HEAR, HEAR!
I would be so be excited for the game if this happened.
8D
You did it! Oh, the sweet violence! The hair pulling, raised weapons, and such clean line art… This is great. <3
Made a music video of the delightful show, Hannibal.
I was kind of proud of it but now I’m kind of conflicted on it…
taking the students’ dignity as a final screw you
I would stand up, paper in hand, and sing part of Down With the Sickness by Disturbed starting from the part where it says “And when I dream.”
I’m fairly certain this would no longer be on any test after that or I would just scare my classmates more. Either way, win-win.
MegaHobby Expo Spring 2013: Kotobukiya’s Marik Ishtar
Kotobukiya’s Yu-Gi-Oh line has been on fire with tons of releases: Yami Yugi, Kaiba, Dark Magician, and most recently Joey, who will be on our site again very soon! But there are still two announced guys who haven’t been sculpted yet: Marik and Bakura. Well, now it’s just Bakura because here’s Marik! Or at least Yami Marik. But come on, who likes nice Marik? He sucks.
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Malik doesn’t suck! But holy fuck- I so need ths! GAH!
The Weaver (Hannibal)
A new case was brought to me, or rather, I was transported to it. The smell of fresh decaying meat hung thickly to the air. A fan or any sort of wind circulation would have done some wonders for the room but nothing was allowed to be disturbed more then it already had been upon my arrival.
There in the corner sat a man who’s name was spoken but for the life of me I can not remember what it was. I my tired eyes in hopes to free myself of the remainders of sleep from last night. All three hours worth.
“Clear out!” Jack orders. The occupants of the room gather their remaining things. I can feel their judgmental stares as each one walks past but that should not matter to me. I’m at work and need to focus my on attention on what Jack wants me to do.
Taking several steps backward, I watch the victim sit quietly in place, only to close my eyes. All my worrying thoughts of how normal I wanted to be disappearing as I take a new viewpoint perspective. The victim now no longer just a corpse but a priceless gem necessary for my work.
Maggots disappear from the body. Blood pools back into it. Nylon string is removed. All the aftermath of a crime gone.
I open my eyes with new intent. A man stands before me but he is not frightened. He’s actually angry at me and we are arguing. The object of our feud means nothing as my goal becomes a little more transparent.
My fist soon silences the room as the other crumples to the floor. His face means little to me but his organs I need intact. Quickly I fall to the floor and pull out some nylon string, securing it around the man’s throat and I pull tight. It cuts into his soft flesh and silences him after a moment of struggling, I have my new gem.
I pull out a rag from my back pocket and clean my work up but only enough to see if my gem is still in quality position for his final resting place. He is so I have little care if my blood is found. I hold no records in the state or any around it. I know I will be hard to find.
Dragging the man across the room, I sit him up on his perch. Nylon string being my main crafting tool for my work along with a long metal rod. I tie the string around the sharpened steel and crouch down close. The metal taking some effort to force through but I know what I am doing as I avoid the rib cage and spine. Blood is seeping but I only clean up what is in my way as I string the man to his chair, increasing both their value and giving him something he could never achieve on his own. A meaning. This is my design.
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Yeah, I had a dream last night where I was Will and on this insane case of a man they dubbed “The Weaver”. Well, it kept getting weirder till one point I got captured and The Weaver had a new victim waiting to be placed as a piece in his gallery but The Weaver heard about me and my problems from an unlisted number, damn that red head journalist… And he was thinking of taking on an extra set of hands, so to speak.
At first I was like, no way, but then… then I kind of wanted to because I empathized too much with him as he started to string up his other ‘guest’ and well… Initiation was a bizarre tongue piercing where he pierced and knotted my tongue- and then I woke up and I tongue was hurting like a bitch. Yeah…
