*toss toss*

tea witch.

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Your blush is so much more obvious without your glasses, Yuuri <3

(or, guess who got into Ice Gays)

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Minimal context: our party is stopped by an underground river in the dungeon, no bridge. Most characters could pass, but we’re worrying for the shortest, the Halfling Barbarian (who, not much before, almost died falling down a bottomless hole).

Bard: You’re the smallest, we could just throw you to the other side!

Barbarian: And you’re the scrawniest good-for-nothing I ever saw, I say we throw you!

Bard: Oh no way, I just gotten bit by a giant spider cut me some slack.

(by then, everyone in the party pretty much agreed that the Barbarian will be thrown)

Rogue (OOC): I want to tie a rope around him. *rolls very good*

DM: Ok, there’s a rope securely tied around [Barbarian] but he hasn’t noticed yet.

(everyone looks at the new player, a Dwarven Fighter who got 19 strength)

Bard: Hey, y'know… throw him across please?

Fighter: … (still not trusting the party due to the aforementioned spider shenanigans)

Fighter: I don’t usually throw strangers… but okay… *rolls very good*

DM: [Barbarian] gracefully flies across the river and slides on the wet floor, falling into the well in the middle of the room. You see two orcs and five kobold before you fall.

(the party, unknowing what happened stops the rope so now the Barbarian’s hanging in the well and two very confused orc looking down at him)

Barbarian (OOC): hey, I speak Orc! I should say something…

Barbarian: Hello there gentleman, it’s a fine day, is it not?

Someone
  • : : BECAUSE MOFFAT JUST NEEDS TO SHUT HIS FACE HOLE SOMETIMES
  • ~
  • *Molly's flat*
  • John: *knocking*
  • -a few minutes later-
  • Molly: *opens the door, wearing a dressing gown; dishevelled and grinning* Hi, John.
  • John: *blinks* Um...I just wanted to check on you. After...
  • Molly: *dismissive* Euros? Yeah, Sherlock explained everything and I'm fine.
  • John: *raises his eyebrows* You're fine? Just like that?
  • Molly: *nods* I had a drink. I shagged someone.
  • John: ...
  • Sherlock: *standing shirtless in the kitchen* I'm someone *grins*
  • John: ...
  • Molly: *smiles* He loves me.
  • Sherlock: *eating biscuits; pointing* And she loves me.
  • John: *smiles*
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yalitsquad challenge 1 // pt. 1 // favorite series read in 2016 >> all for the game

As he slipped the lock into place again he realized his hand was trembling. He held up his shaky fingers where he could see them better and wondered at the equally weak flutter in his chest. Hope was a dangerous, disquieting thing, but he thought perhaps he liked it.