#devillains

Droplets of water dripped off of the young sea-witch’s form as she stepped back onto the dry, littered Isle sand, her teal braids damp from the swim, her somewhat too large and discoloured underwear clinging to her form. Uma settled on the beach, looking out at the murky, dangerous waters she had just come from. Her clothes were in a heaping pile beside her, topped off perfectly with her sword — a threat to anyone who came near. She heard a shuffle behind her, but didn’t turn to grace it with her gaze, just pursed her lips, and crossed her arms over her chest. 

❝ I’m getting bad again. ❞

                              accepting — @devillains​

@devillains​ : “I’m scared about the sorting…” ➥ harry potter stuff ¸     open.

           with pause the robed teen stopped in his track turning back to the younger boy. he remembered his first year too, it was something he had been looking forward to for years - finally getting away from the small confines of charm school and going to the best wizarding school in the world. ❛ there’s no need to be scared of the hat. ❜ he assured with a fond smile, it caused a flash back to his own first year with sweaty palms unsure what his fate would be - what the hat would determine and in the end it came down to his own opinion of himself where he thought he belonged. ❛ sure... it can be a terrifying thought going up there in front of everyone to be placed where a hat looks into your head see’s even your darkest and most guarded thoughts... ❜  a little scary, head shook - that wasn’t the point. he was trying to tell the boy not to worry. ❛ anyway point is, everyones going to be a little nervous about the hat. but everyone in that rooms been in that position. it’s a new feeling but it’s not painful or any kind of test. all it really is is a conversation between you and an old torn hat discussing who you are and who you want to be. ❜

He wasn’t excited about the project at all, in fact he hated group projects. The work was never equal and most of the time he got stuck with someone who didn’t even care about the class at all. And yet here he was, already running late for his first meeting with his partner. Tugging on his gloves, Mikeal entered the library. Finding Carols at a table, he set his bag down and lowered himself into the chair. “Okay, let’s just get this started so we can finish it.” 

i will support your divergence if caos does not give lilith what she deserves

@devillains

I’ve had this in my inbox forever and I’m clearing it out and I found this and it made me laugh like nobody’s business.

In other news, Jay is deeply offended.