HOVER.
REAVER.
WRITTEN BY SARAH.

* theme is hollywhood 56; edits & extraneous coding are the work of mentatsghcul. this theme is for the purposes of willbeshot only.

I’m gonna be honest part of the reason I started ffxiv was for emet selch

sampati:

i love @willbeshot & nadesh’s shitty boss

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mmephisto:

Theresa: There’s seven chairs and ten kids. What do you do?

Sparrow: Have everyone stand.

Hammer: Bring three more chairs.

Garth: The best seven of the lot can sit down.

Reaver: Kill three.

willbeshot:

                                        ❝  Really, it’s a RIOT!  ❞

sampati.

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✧*。 ||   " i want you to leave me alone. "  // @willbeshot· lyrics

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“And I want you to miraculously become useful, but we all can’t get what we want.”

         what  kind  of  villain  are  you  ?

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CALMLY EVIL.

you chose your path fully aware of what it entails. you’re the suave villain, unflappable, smooth as silk. you’re capable of cruelty without breaking your facade, and live with the consequences without hesitation.

willbeshot:

                    Reaver, though he doesn’t hate Sparrow’s children, is incredibly critical of them. They aren’t, in his mind, as capable as their parent and therefore doesn’t really respect them. While he treats them with respect, as one does with any monarch, it’s clear by the way that he speaks that he’s not as fond of them. His words carry a certain level of sass whenever he deals with them and he goes out of his way more often to undermind their orders than he did with Sparrow when they came into power.

cowpunk-outlaw:

this is one of the best of ryan’s reactions to shane’s bull and it makes me laugh every time 

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@tyraneyes said: 33 … ? 8)c

                       There was nothing quite like Reaver’s ego. One didn’t have to be around him for very long to realize that his narcissism was nearly unbearable; pride and vanity practically oozing from every pore in his body. How many had lost their lives due to his self-centered nature..? He had lost count centuries ago. He had painted the sea red with blood numerous times simply because he could. He was of beauty and cruelty, vivacity and decay, and he knew it.

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                      Even now, he could barely focus on anything other than himself. As the other spoke, Reaver barely heard a word. Peering over his shoulder with cold, uncaring eyes, it was very obvious that he really wasn’t in the mood to discuss anything that did not directly involve him. If business were to be discussed, it would need to be done at a later date. Turning his head back forwards so that he could look at himself in his mirror, he would bluntly respond,

“J'ai fini de te regarder.”

meme - accepting.

candyflossmemes:

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