#hansssss

[alusina]

God knowing how this game ends adds a whole new layer of tragedy to the manga

[eddylyons-blog]

There were two kinds of people in the world, according to Eddy. People worth paying attention to and people that didn’t mean anything. Whether that was girls worth fucking or men that could put up a fight, it didn’t really matter. Some people you paid attention to and some of them disappeared without a word. That was how the world worked. Eddy made sure that he had established himself as someone that could put up a fight; his history at The Pit was record enough of the kind of damage he could, so he mattered. He’d found himself a girlfriend that people actually paid to sleep with, so it was clear that she was worth fucking, and therefore she mattered.

The only people he really talked to outside of that were other people that fell in those categories. Less than that and what was the point? Was he going to sit and have a little tea party and chat about his day with someone that couldn’t show they had the balls to win a fight or a girl that wasn’t worth bending over the kitchen table? No. It was pointless, and while he had the time to waste on just about anything that he wanted, he didn’t see the appeal in hanging out with people like that.

It was why the nights after a fight at The Pit were almost always spent with Eden or finding a woman that made the cut. The rare times when that didn’t happen, he was switching to option two. Alcohol, and usually someone that fit the latter category of people that mattered.

Hans was one of those people. Not that Eddy assumed Hans could best him in a fight--or maybe even fight at all--but he mattered because people listened to him. He struck Eddy as the kind of guy that would have a couple people around ready to throw themselves at anyone that he wanted just to beat the shit out of them. Even if he didn’t bloody his own knuckles, he had probably had people that would. For that reason, Eddy figured he was worth his time. Their interests seem to fall in line with each others, too: talking about themselves and talking about women. When he’d taken a seat at the bar, he took the one near Hans and greeted him with more of a grunt than any real word. Eloquence wasn’t exactly his gifting.

After receiving his drink from the bartender, he was looking at the other man. “Making money tonight, huh? Betting on the right fuckers?” He considered himself to be one of those ‘right fuckers’, but far be it from him to tell Hans how to gamble his money. (He would have happily told him how to do it, he just needed a drink or two first.)

[hannahberrie]

jessica988 reblogged your post Endure and Survive, 14. The Choice and added:

HANNAH. HANNAHHHHHHHHH.UPDATE. UPDATE NOW.OH MY GOD AHHHHHHHHHHH

I'M WRITING IT ALREADY. EVEN I MYSELF RN AM LIKE 

[eus-mylus]

he just basically watched Elsa and Anna destroy themselves and didn't lift a finger to help them...though, there were situations where he tried to make matters worse but he didn't really do much to make that happen

If anything, he's probably the laziest villain since he didn't need to do much to get what he wanted. He would have if he just waited in the room with Anna for 5 more minutes to make sure she was dead. //facepalms