by rogue dreams

our bard, a teifling who’s whole reason for adventuring revolves around starting up a girl-group called the toxic shocks: Join my band! We’ll become rich beyond your wildest dreams!

Rogue newcomer (human) a homesick farmgirl with a hankering for veggies: I dunno I’m not really all that interested in money, all i really want is some potatoes to eat

Fighter (half elf) the ‘bouncer’ for when the band gets going (read: she follows the bard like a lost puppy and is good at hitting things): with the money you earn you could buy many potatoes.

Rogue: explain.

Fighter and bard at the exact same time: money can be exchanged for goods and services.

i have loved the stars too fondly (jyn/cassian, rogue one)

Summary: During the award ceremony and celebrations after all their hard work comes to fruition and the Death Star is destroyed, Jyn is confronted by her partner, Cassian, over a few frivolous things that have managed to unsettle her nonetheless. (In which everyone survived to see the end of “A New Hope”, Jyn is forced out of her comfort zone, and Cassian perhaps isn’t as smooth as he thinks he is.) Who said peacetime would be easy and comfortable?

“though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect life;
i have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night”
– sarah williams, “twelve hours: a legacy of verse”

Jyn pulled at the neck of her dress. The thin band around her neck wasn’t tight, but she was unaccustomed to the feel of such soft clothing. The material of the dress itself was light and thankfully didn’t cling to her small frame, the lavender dress drifting down to her ankles, touching her so that it only suggested the hint of any curves that she might have. It covered her back and chest, leaving no unseemly view of her cleavage, and the slits at the bottom were modest, going only up to her knees.

It was a beautiful dress - even she could grudgingly admit that - but it wasn’t her. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d worn a dress and she didn’t think that she had ever worn anything remotely close to this lovely. There had never been an occasion and it would’ve only hindered her besides. Dirt, oil, blood, and sweat had become as much a part of her clothing as pants and shirts. Now she was so clean that she felt like a layer of her own persona had been scrubbed away.

She may have been a part of a particularly dirty group of Rebels, but even she couldn’t look like a dirty scoundrel during the celebration of the Death Star’s destruction.

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I’LL BRING A WAR  |  Orson Krennic + Wilhuff Tarkin

(OTP: snippy genocidal space bitches + death star breakups)

EMPIRE: CREEP REMIX – alpines  |  PITY – noga erez  |  BEGGIN FOR THREAD – banks  |  EYES ON FIRE – blue foundation  |  FUCKED MY WAY UP TO THE TOP – lana del rey  |  FEYD RAUTHA DARK HEART – grimes  |  POWER & CONTROL – marina and the diamonds  |  SADIST – crystal castles  |  CHASING YOUR SHADOWS ALL AROUND THE WORLD – zeigeist  |  PUPPETS – depeche mode  |  LOADED GUN – lightning dust  |  DELIRIOUS – susanne sundfør  |  CRUEL WORLD – phantogram  |  STRAIGHT FOR THE KNIFE – sia  |  SOFT POWER – ladytron

listen here –

Long before we know ourselves, our paths are already set in stone
Some may never figure out their purpose in life and some will
There are a lot of us who are caught up in this hell we all live in
Content with being blinded by rules and judgment
We live in a world where it’s more okay to follow than to lead
In this world being a leader is trouble for the system we are all accustomed to
Being a leader in this day and age is being a threat
Not many people stood up against the system we all call life.

Instagram dump & DC!AU continued

Cana as Zatanna (the sexiest) Erza as Wonderwoman
Sting as KidFlash and Rogue as Blue Beetle
(mix of Impulse and KF because Impulse and Blue Beetle are besties)

Hnng please support DC someone bring back Young Justice

tears-telling-dreams  asked:

❣❣ You may recall our little roleplay some months back involving Shay. Since I wrote in first person, I neglected to mention I was roleplaying as my oc, Emma Wilson. So... for the muse thing... Shay and Emma, please and thank you?

{Oh yes, I remember. It was indeed awhile back, but I can certainly do remember. =) }

Next to her, his son had become the other light of happiness in his life. Shay wondered if there would be that day where he would feel whole again—feel complete. With Emma accepting his advances and loving him as he so dreamed of, Shay soon found himself holding their son in his arms.

He was worried Emma wouldn’t make it, and in turn, their child dying to. Shay was so desperate, he took to his ship and tried to find a village healer that may know more than any other doctor in keeping Emma in fine health to deliver their child. She had managed to bless them both in time, and while the hours were cold and nearly cruel there in a tribal village, Shay did his best to remain beside her and offer what strength and encouragement he could when not out killing for pelts and meats that his wife and child would need.

The fire of the hearth crackled, and Shay kept the newborn child—swaddled in a few furs and leather—close to his chest. A smile, a breath upon the air that was one of tearful happiness, exposed itself in the cold just outside of the home that the village healer had allowed Shay and Emma to stay within when Shay’s feet prompted him just outside the tribal home. Emma was alright; asleep, as it were, exhausted from childbirth. In her desire to hold their baby, she struggled to even do so for a few moments, allowing the Templar to take over as she recovered.

Seeing their son alive and knowing his wife was alive…Shay, again, gasped out a tearful laugh of delight before looking to the night sky above. “Thank you,” Shay praised, bringing the boy closer to his chest in a fit of protection before moving to kiss his head.