#patrik moodboard

[sunniewr]

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[rubinkatze]

Patrik the Vampire - Moodboard/Refference

https://www.patrikthevampire.com

All rights belong to Bree Paulsen (Artist)

[jacksonroseroth]

~The Price~Chapter 44~

Moodboard made by @badwolf-in-the-impala none of the pictures are ours

Warnings: fighting

~

Thatcher and Tristan were discharged the same day, Tora adamant that her sons come home and they have the family all together until Taddie was found. It seemed to Thatcher that Tyr was out looking himself, as when they arrived at the mansion, Tora took over for everything and his father was nowhere to be seen. Both Tristan and Thatcher were in slings, with the girls and Theo waiting on them hand and foot. Thomas had left with the twins almost immediately after they got the call that Tristan and Thatcher had been shot and Taddie had been taken. 

Tora excluded Thatcher from all the talks about where they were with searching a third of the country for her and it drove Thatcher mad. Over the next week while Taddie was missing, he spent most of his time in her painting room, just staring at her work and praying she was alright. Finally, after almost 6 days, Tora finally let Thatcher know when they would be meeting and that there was information about Jack. But she didn’t say a word about Taddie. It made anxiety jump around in Thatcher’s body as he followed his brothers into his father’s office, a place he’d rarely seen, Tora sitting at Tyr’s desk, a pair of black rimmed glasses perched on the tip of her nose.

“Sit down, boys.” Tora said with a deep sigh. Theo pulled out the chairs for his brothers, then stood between them as they sat down, facing their mother as she put her papers away and took off her glasses.

“Where is she, Mother?” Thatcher asked, not waiting for her to gather her thoughts. Tora shot her gaze to him and narrowed it, slightly. “You don’t let me hear anything for nearly a week, now you have something-Where. Is she?”

“There’s still no sign of her, Thatcher. But we’ve had sightings of this Jack. Always alone, buying food enough for one person, all around Virginia for the last week.” Tora said, picking up a folder and passing it to her son. Thatcher took it and quickly flipped through, then he tossed it back onto the desk.

“He’s just buying regular shit! Is she dead? Did he hide her body?! Where is Taddie?!” Thatcher shouted, jumping to his feet. Theo grabbed his uninjured shoulder and jerked him back, Tristan sitting forward and holding his hand out at him.

“Calm yourself, Thatcher. I don’t know. We have had no one saying they’ve seen her. Your father is following up every lead personally. You and your brother are still injured. I’ll not have you do something reckless and hurt yourself further. The only reason you are here is because we may have a location on where Jack is staying-Thatcher Patrik Price. Sit. Down. Now.” Tora called at him as Thatcher pushed Theo’s hand away and made it halfway around the chair before he froze, curling his hand into a fist. “I’m not going to tell you where unless you promise me you will not go after him. Your father is on his way from Pennsylvania now. If he finds anything in Covington, he’ll call immediately.”

Thatcher’s hand relaxed as his mind worked, then he let out a slow breath before he turned and retook his seat, slowly looking up at his mother. “I need her back, Mother. I need her back now, and I need her unharmed…I know he’s hurt her.” Thatcher said through gritted teeth. Tora stood and rounded the desk, going to her son and sliding her nails under his chin, gently lifting it.

“I know you love her, my son, but that is all the more reason to not lose your head. You need to be patient. We’re going to find her, Thatcher.” Tora said, gently, sliding her hand over his cheek and kissing the other before pulling her son closer, into a hug. Thatcher sniffled and buried his face into her stomach, wrapping his arm around her waist. Tora rubbed his back as she cooed at him in Swedish, then gently pulled him back to lift his head as she said, “Go to your room and rest, my son. I’ll have the cooks make you something to eat. Boys-See he gets to his room, please? Then, Tris, you’re to rest as well.”

“Yes, Mother.” The twins said in unison, Tristan standing to kiss his mother on the cheek, Theo helping Thatcher up and gently patting his back as they all walked out. The twins silently led Thatcher to his room, the entire walk they were exchanging looks, worried for how quiet Thatcher was, his gaze fixed and focused ahead of him.

When they got to his room, the twins stayed, Theo helping him change into black joggers, a T-shirt and a hoodie, then he made Theo help him with his shoes before he went to his closet, pulling a folded stack of clothes from a cubby hole, revealing a safe in the wall. Tristan and Theo followed behind him, watching with raised brows as Thatcher punched in a code then opened the door, reaching further in and pulling out two black cases, bringing them to the island of drawers in the middle of the room.

“Thatch…What is that?” Theo asked, raising a brow at him exchanging a glance with Tristan. Thatcher didn’t answer his youngest brother, simply set both cases down and clicked the latches open before lifting the lids. Tristan shuffled around the island, then let out a soft groan as Thatcher picked up a Glock 17, quickly loading it and causing Theo to exclaim, “When the fuck did you get guns?!”

“Father gave them to me on my 18th birthday. I never used them. Never had reason to…Until now.” Thatcher said, slamming the magazine into the second gun and shifting with a wince to tuck it in his waistband, grabbing the other as he said, “You can either come with me or stay here, but don’t try and stop me. I don’t want to shoot either of you, but I will.”

“Relax, Thatch…Mother would kill me if I let you go off, half cocked, and got yourself killed. Tris-Stay here, cover for us as long as you can. Do not tell Luna.” Theo said with a sigh, stepping aside to let Thatcher walk out. Tristan nodded as he followed his older brother, then gave his twin a pat on the back.

“I’ll try, man. Stay safe, brothers.” Tristan said, clapping hands with Theo before taking off down the hall as Thatcher headed for the stairs.

Theo hurried over and gave his arm a tug as he said, “Whoa-Hold on, John Wick. I need to make a stop. You’ve got your toys, now I need to get mine. And you’re not driving.”

“Let’s fucking make this quick, Theo…I want my girl back.” Thatcher said, gruffly, following his brother down the hall.

~

After driving around all day, Theo convinced Thatcher to call it a night and they found a hotel in Covington for the night. However, Thatcher was beyond restless and slipped out of the room, beginning to wander over the town. He’d brought his gun, keeping it tucked in the front of his waistband, hidden under his hoodie. He roamed the streets for hours until he came to a single story, sleazy looking roach motel. He stopped in the parking lot to bum a cigarette off one of the guests.

“Thanks, man…” Thatcher said, inhaling deeply, then blowing the smoke out along with a deep sigh. The guest watched Thatcher, slinged arm, as he lowered himself to the ground, sliding down the wall.

“You alright, my guy?” The man asked before taking another drag of his cigarette. Thatcher nodded and did the same before he said around the smoke, “Yeah…Just kinda stressed…My girl is missing and-and I’ve been looking for her.”

“Yeah? Shit, man, I’m sorry. You got a picture? Maybe I’ve seen her? Can’t hurt.” The man offered. Thatcher let out a sigh and tugged out his phone, quickly clicking through to a picture of Taddie’s smiling face, then quickly turned it away as his eyes stung with tears, showing the guest. “Yo…Hold on-”

Thatcher looked up with a light sniffle as the man took his phone and Thatcher pushed himself to his feet as he said, “You’ve seen her? Where? Who was she with? What did he look like?”

“Whoa-Chill, my man. I think it was her…That shiny black car over there? Looks like it doesn’t belong at a motel like this? I saw some dude pull a woman out last night. They went into the room for like an hour? Then he put her back in the car and drove off.” The guest said, handing the phone back to Thatcher. As he started to tuck it away, the man said, “He came back this afternoon, just him. I don’t know where the girl went.”

“Thank you, man. Thank y-You have no idea how helpful that is…Ah, fuck-What, Theo?” Thatcher answered with a sigh, after ashing the cigarette.

“Thatcher, where the fuck are you?! Brother, you can’t just dip on me like that! Don’t go after him-” Theo started shouting as Thatcher wandered over to the car, memorizing the license plate.

“I wasn’t…But I think I found him anyway-8TR57L9. Run the plate, get me a name and run the credit cards attached to it.” Thatcher said, looking over the car before backing off and staring at the window of the hotel room it was parked in front of. Theo grumbled as he wrote down the plate.

“...Jesus Christ-Get back here, Thatcher. Now. Or I’ll call Mother and tell her where we are.” Theo threatened before ending the call, no doubt to call Tristan to have him run the plate. Thatcher sighed and tucked his phone away before he rubbed a hand over his face and backed away, heading for their hotel.

~

Thatcher sat on the edge of his bed as Theo spoke on the phone with Tristan. Theo had made his older brother wait until morning before he called Tristan to see what he found. Thatcher barely slept, only nodding off for 5-10 minute power naps. Everytime his mind drifted off to sleep, wandering into dreams, it was nothing but horror and Taddie, two things he never wanted to mix, and it jolted him awake. Finally, the sun rose and Thatcher had quickly woken Theo, making him call his twin.

Theo paced back and forth as Theo spoke to Tristan in their own little twin language that they’d spoken since they were young, meaning Thatcher was left completely out of the loop until he burst out, “What is he saying, Theo?”

“-Relax, Thatch. He’s still getting information. Apparently, Jack’s been in the state for a month, looking for her. His last charge before Virginia was New York on the 19th last month…” Theo said before switching languages and walking away from Thatcher.

“The 19th��Fuck-” Thatcher shoved his head into his hand with a deep sigh as his thoughts rushed back to their day trip to New York on December 19th; Their first date when he took her to Rockafeller Center to go ice skating. Taddie had seemed to recognize something or someone, but quickly brushed it off. He now feared him bringing Taddie to New York was how Jack was able to find her and track her down by the following Wednesday when he showed up at the bar. He was the reason Jack was able to follow Taddie enough to kidnap her and now had her God-Knows-Where, doing God-Knows-What to her. He gave a sniffle as he lifted his head, Theo coming back and ending the call with Tristan. “What did he say, Theo?”

“He charged his card for a room at the motel you were at two days ago. He checked out today. Let’s go. We’re gonna find the car and keep an eye on him. Father’s almost here-Within the hour.

“That’s not soon enough, Theo.” Thatcher said, shooting up from the bed and snatching up his guns from the table, tucking one in his waistband, behind his back, the other in the front, beneath his hoodie.

“Thatch, you’re going to get yourself killed-” Theo started, grabbing his own guns and following his older brother out of the room and down the hall.

“The only one that’s getting killed is that douchebag. He’s already a dead man walking.” Thatcher shot back as he stormed out of the hotel lobby and to the car. Theo sighed and quickly threw down $400 on the counter, along with the keycards before following Thatcher out and unlocking the car.

As Theo slid into the driver’s side and started the car, he let out a deep sigh and said, “Thatch, I know you want her safe, but you need to do this properly. We’re going to find him, then tell Father. When he gets here with his men, we can go in and take her.”

“If we find him and he’s moving her, we’re taking her, Theo. I don’t care! I’m not waiting for Father!-Move! Go!” Thatcher called, slamming his hand on the dash as he fidgeted around. Theo took a deep breath then sighed as he peeled out of the parking space and they began their hunt.

~

Jack had returned that morning with what was left of his coffee and the last half of the last Donette in the package. She inhaled the small bit of food and drink, wanting to plead with him for more, but she was too terrified to let her hunger and thirst bother her. He untied her hands, if only briefly, to retie the rope, tighter and in many more knots.

“Jack? Honey, please, you don’t need-” Taddie’s gentle words were cut off with a yelp as his hand shot to her face, gripping her jaw and squeezing. She dug her nails into his wrist, hoping it would make him let go, instead, made him squeeze harder.

“Don’t start with me, Taddie. You’ve been mouthing off for a week and now that I’ve given you what you wanted, you wanna be all sweet and think I’ll give you your way…Not this time, sweetie. I’m sick of this state, I’m taking you home; Where you’re going to fucking stay this time. Am I clear?” Jack shot at her with a glare. Taddie sniffed and nodded, biting her lip with a soft whimper. Jack gave a flick of his wrist, pushing her face away with a disgusted scoff before he stood. Jack smirked at her, then tossed the crumpled up coffee cup at her, letting out a soft laugh as it bounced off the side of her head, splashing a few drops of coffee on her face.

Something in that action made her snap and Taddie shot a glare at him as he continued to laugh. With a growl that formed into a wild cry, Taddie shot out her foot at him, connecting with his knee. Jack cried out in pain as his knee buckled and he went down, holding the joint as he hissed in and out. She sniffled and shifted, pushing herself to her feet as he looked up at her, his blue eyes burning.

“You’re gonna fucking regret that, you bitch.” Jack growled at her, gently getting to his feet and shuffling over to her. Taddie wiped her hands over her face, giving a sniffle and panting, lightly.

“I’m not. Afraid of you. Jack. You can’t. Fucking. Control me anymore.” Taddie growled right back. Jack let out a cruel laugh and she quickly looked around, snatching up a piece of wood from a broken frame and whirled around, swinging the wood with a cry. Jack caught it in his hand and ripped it away from her, quickly swinging it right back at her. Taddie was able to duck and she quickly swung her bound hands into his groin, making him double over with a pained groan. She gasped, softly, then panted as she used her whole body to slam into him, knocking them both to the floor. Jack kicked her away, making her roll and hit her back on the nearby wall, then rolled over with a groan as he cupped himself and squeaked out, “You bitch…I’ll fucking kill you…Oh, fuck-”

Taddie whimpered and picked herself up on all fours before crawling over to the metal pipe he’d tied her to. Gathering every ounce of strength she had, along with a deep scream, Taddie yanked and yanked on the pipe wiggling it violently until it broke off and the chain slipped free. It had snapped so suddenly and Taddie had been jostling it so furiously, it snapped back on her, sending her to the floor, landing on her back, hard. She let out a whine and gently rolled from side to side as pain blossomed over her body and her world went black.

~

Theo drove around the town and they managed to find Jack’s conspicuous, shiny, black car and followed him until he pulled into an abandoned construction site. Theo stayed back until they saw the man walk up and into the building. They pulled in behind him and Theo quickly called Tyr to give him the address before cutting the engine and letting out a sigh. Thatcher shifted in his seat, gripping the armrest so tight that the leather creaked before he released it then quickly got out of the car before Theo could lock him in.

“Hey-No-Thatch!” Theo called as he scrambled out after him. Thatcher took a few more steps toward Jack’s car before Theo appeared in front of him, pressing his hands to Thatcher’s chest.

“Relax, I’m not going in-Theo, move.” Thatcher said, pushing him aside as he dug a pocket knife from his hoodie and flicked it open. Theo sighed as he watched Thatcher stick the blade into three of the four tires before he put it away with a satisfied smirk. With a deep sigh, Theo asked, “Feel better? Thatch, get back in the car, man. Come on.”

“If he comes out I’m gonna confront him! He wants to show up like a coward with a mask and a gun, then shoot, not only me, but fucking Tris?! Nah, fucker’s not running this time.” Thatcher said with a deep growl as he began pacing. Theo sighed and opened his mouth to speak, but they began to hear screams and sounds of something breaking. Without a seconds hesitation, Thatcher took off into the building, beginning to search for Taddie.

“Thatcher-Goddamn it…” Theo pulled out his gun and cocked it as he ran into the building after his brother.

~

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[post-modern-prometheus]

-who are we making jealous?

-everyone, stalker. everyone.

lumax drive me crazy au

[darkangel0410]

FIC ROUND-UP 2020

Hey, ya'll, as we yell one last ‘FUCK YOU’ at the absolute hell year that was 2020, I thought I would do a fic round-up of everything I wrote this year. Enjoy!

down to the last bone (pre-relationship McEichel, shapeshifter au): Jack doesn't really meet McDavid until they're both playing at the U18's in Finland. He's heard of him, of course, everyone has, and they've run into each other on-ice, but nothing more than that.

on a hot summer’s night (Tkachuks, a/b/o au, mpreg, werewolves, sibling incest): Sometimes he’ll just be making a sandwich or watching a movie and he’ll just get hit with this urge to find Brady and beg him to fuck him, to make sure he knocks him up.

It’s fucked up for a lot of reasons, not least that they're both still at the beginning of their careers, especially Brady, and Matt isn't in a hurry to stop playing for an extended amount of time, weird biological urges aside.

So when it's mid-August and he still hasn't had his late summer heat, Matt's worried and pissed and fucking scared, but still a small part of him hopes that his alpha finally knocked him up.

falling apart (hips and hearts) (McEichel, a/b/o au, heat/rut sex):  The first time they have sex is during the run-up to the draft while they're in Chicago to watch game four of the Final.

strike us like a match (Tkachuks, Sentinel/Guides, bonding, sibling incest): They've always been close, closer than most siblings Matt knows.

sweat drips (love sticks) (Tkachuks, BDSM au, sibling incest, impact play): There's worse things for a hockey player who happens to also be a sub to be than a masochist; at the very least Matt always has a bruise to press when he's jerking off, aches and pains that he can pretend someone put on his skin during a scene if he wants to. Usually he doesn't.

just swimming in our sins (Tkachuks, dick pics, sibling incest, panty kink, rough sex): The thing is they've always been weird about each other.

Matt always thought it was just being brothers, just a product of playing hockey their whole lives and moving around a lot when they were growing up.

But now he's pretty sure that whatever weirdness they have between them has nothing to do with hockey.

feel good (on my lips) (Stromes, a/b/o au, sibling incest, not related au, heat sex): Most of the time it doesn't bother Ryan that his dad forgets he's an alpha; the rest of their family are almost all betas, so Ryan's always just shrugged off being lost in the shuffle.

It mostly doesn't matter to him in the grand scheme of things: he doesn't live at home any more, his ruts are always six months apart so it's easy for him to plan visits home around them. There's never any one that stays at his dad's house, so his old room there still smells like him, there's no other scents there to annoy him when he visits.

It does mean that his dad tends to dismiss other people's dynamics as unimportant, because Ryan is so easy going about his own.

Even when that's information Ryan would really appreciate having ahead of time.

those words, that kiss (Patrik Laine/Nik Ehlers, werewolves, a/b/o au, heat sex): As long as Nik’s happy, that’s all that matters to Patrik. Everything else is secondary to that, even hockey.

take me home (you’re the one true thing) (Tkachuks, soulmate au, sibling incest): They're exactly what they're meant to be, every part of them tangled together, and they wouldn't change any of it no matter what.

eyes closed, fingers crossed (Sam Girard/Erik Johnson, BDSM au, spanking, light punishment): Erik doesn't need to see a video to know that Sam's a good dom.

all your fevered dreams (Tkachuks, hellhounds, sirens, mating fights, sibling incest): Most preternaturals don’t recognize Matt’s scent right away.

The ocean part of it is simple: all sirens smell like saltwater, even if they’re not born at sea the way their ancestors were. It’s the brimstone that makes wolves and other shifters wrinkle their noses in confusion and lean in closer to get a stronger smell, like their noses lied to them the first time.

Matt tolerates it when it’s his teammates trying to familiarize themselves with his scent and even then his patience is limited and he’s not afraid to push them away from him if they get too annoying about it.

Hellhounds are choosy about who they let into their personal space and for how long: Matt’s no exception.

not a day goes by (Brock Boeser/Elias Pettersson, a/b/o au, non-traditional a/b/o dynamics, bonding): He's never looked at an alpha and thought mine. Never wondered how one would look with his collar around their neck.

But Brock is always right there, always within touching distance and smiling at Elias like he can't help himself. Like maybe he wants what Elias wants.

in between (McEichel, godlings au, homophobic slurs): The locker room afterwards is quiet in spite of winning and Connor knows part of it is his own bad mood bleeding over to the rest of the team, but he can't bring himself to care as much as he should.

got you under my skin (Quinn Hughes/Jack Hughes, a/b/o au, sibling incest): “Quinn's not an alpha,” Jack says automatically, even though he can smell the new undertone to Quinn's normal evergreen and oranges scent, the one that's been there since they went to world juniors last year; it’s sharp and heady, and a part of Jack can’t help but focus on it, drawn to it for some reason he can’t explain. “We're betas,” he adds, his voice unsure.

Matty scoffs but doesn’t say anything, and he doesn’t really need to: Quinn and Chucky are still fighting, snarling and hitting each other with a ferociousness that seems entirely out of place in the Tkachuk's front yard, and the air seems to be pressing down on Jack, intense with the scent of two enraged alphas, and that says more than any words could.

charlie (Charlie McAvoy/Brandon Carlo, godlings verse): Charlie doesn't remember anyone ever explaining what death, or the afterlife was to him.

beginnings in death (pre-relationship McEichel, in death au): The first time he sees Connor is at a funeral.

nobody loves you (like i do) (Tkachuks, BDSM au, masochism, sadism, rough sex): The thing is Matt doesn’t consider himself romantic or anything like that. He loves Brady: as his dom, as his brother, as his boyfriend, and yeah, he needs him in the same ways, but those are just facts to him.

i love the way you hurt me (Tkachuks, werewolves, animal death, werewolf courting, minor character death): A mate who couldn’t court properly, who didn’t have claws and teeth of their own, wasn’t a mate worth having in Matt’s opinion.

How could you judge someone as worthy when they couldn’t even beat you in a fight?

just like oxygen (McEichel, werewolves, animal death, werewolf courting, minor character death): Even back then Jack knew Connor would change his life.

just to feel you (Tkachuks, a/b/o au, heat sex): Brady knows it’s going to be him and Matt.

They still fight like cats and dogs, as eager to use their fists on each other now as when they were kids, but there's an edge to it recently that wasn't there before, something that makes Brady want to pin Matt to the floor and take him apart, bite by bite.

He thinks Matt would let him, too, the way he watches Brady when he thinks Brady isn't paying attention.

The joke's on him, Brady always pays attention to Matt and what he's doing.

*

Well, that’s it! All things considered, it was a pretty good year for me, creatively speaking. I did some moodboards, too, and maybe I’ll post those tomorrow or at some other point ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I hope ya’ll also had some good things that helped you through this disaster of a year, be safe and I’ll see you on the other side of 2020 ❤❤❤

[nemgerebdezso]

✨ Alex&Patrik moodboard ✨ (Róbert Katalin: Szívből, színből, igazán)

[emperial-death-ceremony]

Winged eyeliner, moodboard and pantone 3:P (nadam se da sam dobro zapamtila nazive :'D)

Winged eyeliner: Write a hundred word letter to your 12 year old self

Dear Patrik,

You should stop worrying. She does exist. Maybe not in the form you expect at the moment, but she is there. Waiting. You just have to be a bit more patient, that’s all. I know that’s your weak spot, but it’ll be worth it. And you’ll be the happiest you’ve ever been in your entire life because you’ll be able to share your life with the person who actually cares about you. Believe me, you know I’m impatient as hell, and yet I’ve been with her for 18 months already. In long distance relationship! If that’s not love, I don’t know what is.

Just let go of your fears and stay true to yourself, it’ll be alright.

(Sorry if it’s too cringy, but this is genuinely the only thing I would’ve written to my 12 year old self)

Moodboard: Do you feel you had a happy childhood?

In a way I think I had, I was always able to get by on my own if friends weren’t there, but I believe that it could’ve been a lot better, too.

Pantone: Describe a person close to your life in detail

She’s my beautiful, sweet angel. Her patience is godlike, her laughter is heavenly, her loyalty unlike any other. Her adorable green-brown eyes comfort me when I’m feeling down. Her hugs make me very happy. Her wondrous hair keeps me safe from the cruel world. I’m just infinitely happy I can call her my beloved.

(I know I turned into Petrarch here, but come on, you asked for it…)

Thank you, anon #2 :3

[kitty-cross]

I usually have no direct face in my mind when I start to develope a new character. Having a "real face" is mostly the need for my semi-realistic drawings to see how each different faces looks like and to prevent same-face syndrome. Of course it is much more easier if the character is ME, but these days I even those characters I try to make different a little bit. My Autumn Queen face shape became more oval than the other wraiths of me; for example Kendra has a real heart shaped one. So Patrik was one of these "real faceless" characters too to the point I saw Mortal Engines. I loved Robert Sheehan so much since the City of Bones movie when I firstly discovered him, but in Mortal Engines he has BIG Patric energy even if the film was a little bit too Hollywoody "YA" film to me. But I planning to read a book, I already has it from library. x3 Where I am, so when I started to do these character moodboards I knew he will be almost the only one with an "actor face", but I can't resist it. If a shoe fits... :D

In other hand what I tried to do is Patrik's trapped in between situation. He was born in Winter, he is the member of the Royal Family, so his heart is still with Winter; but he is plan to get engaged to Autumn, became their King and even if he loves Kitti and starts to think he can love Autumn too, he hates to be in this situation and it shows. Kitti would never ask him to forget Winter but Autumn has their own rules and traditions, and it is most times not compatible with Winter's. He finds himself something novembery, you know that big awful mud between Autumn and Winter, where as people say the ghosts - and liderces (=hungarian term it is some kind of monster/ghostly figure/demon) - lives. His clothes are show this too, their designer try to make the details as autumny as possible, but still he chose those winter colors every time - what Dénes is usually mute down, so it became a little bit dull.