cheerlessness

anonymous asked:

I need help to describe face expression and the voice of my characters.

Words used to describe facial expressions:

  • Absent
  • Agonized
  • Appealing
  • Beatific
  • Black
  • Bleak
  • Blissful
  • Brooding
  • Bug-Eyed
  • Chagrined
  • Cheeky
  • Cheerless
  • Choleric
  • Coy
  • Crestfallen
  • Curious
  • Darkly
  • Deadpan
  • Derisive
  • Despondent
  • Doleful
  • Downcast
  • Dreamy
  • Ecstatic
  • Etched
  • Expressionless
  • Faint
  • Fixed
  • Glazed
  • Flowering
  • Grave
  • Haunted
  • Hostile
  • Impassive
  • Jeering
  • Languid
  • Meaningful
  • Mild
  • Mischievous
  • Mobile
  • Mona Lisa
  • Pained
  • Pitying
  • Pleading
  • Quizzical
  • Radiant
  • Roguish
  • Sardonic
  • Set
  • Shamefaced
  • Slack-jawed
  • Sly
  • Smiley
  • Straight-Faced
  • Sullen
  • Taut
  • Thoughtful
  • Tight-Lipped
  • Unblinking
  • Unreadable
  • Vacant
  • Wan
  • Wanly
  • Wide-Eyed
  • Wild-Eyed
  • Withering
  • Wolfish
  • Worried
  • Wry

Words to describe voices:

  • Adenoidal
  • Appealing
  • Breathy
  • Brittle
  • Croaky
  • Dead
  • Disembodied
  • Flat
  • Fruity
  • Grating
  • Gravelly
  • Gruff
  • Guttural
  • High-Pitched
  • Hoarse
  • Honeyed
  • Husky
  • Low
  • Matter-of-Fact
  • Modulated
  • Monotonous
  • Nasal
  • Orotund
  • Penetrating
  • Plummy
  • Quietly
  • Raucous
  • Ringing
  • Rough
  • Shrill
  • Silvery
  • Singsong
  • Small
  • Smokey
  • Soft-spoken
  • Stentorian
  • Strangled
  • Strident
  • Taut
  • Thick
  • Thin
  • Throaty
  • Tight
  • Toneless
  • Tremulous
  • Wheezy

These were my sources. Visit them for more information on these words and a wider variety of words.

The culture of the Imperial Fists articulates their genetically predisposed obsession with will power and pain into a coherent set of practices concerned with achieving uncompromising self-discipline and maintaining complete order. The Chapter remains noted for its stern attitude and appears to outsiders as somber, cheerless warriors, though those who know them better, such as the Blood Angels recognize their inner passion. Imperial Fists customarily avoid wresting on the laurels of past accomplishments and instead find purpose in the performance of additional great deeds.

Forelsket - Part Seven

Characters - Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes, Brief Peggy Carter

Word Count - 1132

AU - Soulmates

Warnings - None?

A/N - It feels too good. I am 100% not joking when I say that I really don’t know how to end this.

Forelsket Masterlist

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With your eyes glued to the fresh marks on the hand that was just clasped with Steve’s, you shook your head in confusion. Why was Bucky suddenly so happy and okay with everything? Things weren’t adding up. Not too long ago, he was yours and he was in love but now he was fine with you being with his oldest friend.

“I don’t understand,” You mumbled, verbalizing your thoughts. “What changed your mind?”

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Reichardt’s films are intense procedurals of the inner life, and her modus operandi is to allow unexpressed longings to hang quietly in the air so we can feel them too and watch what happens when her characters try to act on them. Often, their habitats speak louder than they do: Reichardt’s specialty is the transformation of landscape—whether cheerless wasteland or broody paradise—into a stage for journeys of the parched soul.

Read Ella Taylor on Certain Women (2016)

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“From the Sea Mist” by MAOQ, p. 11-end. Translated by me with permission.

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Here is the artist’s “Afterword”:

Nowadays you don’t see empty beaches like in the olden days, when they were cold and cheerless. Two bright young girls sat quietly in the shade. One girl seemed to suddenly think of something, and launched into the topic with great enthusiasm.

“Hey–did you know? This place used to be a cursed beach originally!”

“Huh!? Ugh! Don’t make a horrible joke like that!”

“It’s not horrible… but rather… it’s sad…”

“Sad…? Hey… what’s the story of this place?”

“I’ve heard old people talking, that once there was a pair of lovers who ran into disaster in the sea. The woman unfortunately perished, and the man when he woke up always, always… gazed out into the sea, in vigil for his lover.”

“And then…?”

“He died, too, eventually.”

“Ah?! This story…! It’s too sad! What! Really! I…”

“I haven’t finished yet! Don’t worry!”

“Huh? Sorry, sorry! Then what?”

“After the man died, this beach became permeated with a thick sea mist, as if it were taking over for him to continue his watch of the sea. It was a true passion… wouldn’t it be great if I could meet someone who loves me that deeply… what a pity… anyway that’s how it ended.”

“Yeah… it’s really a tearjerker… Huh? Then how come now this place is…?”

“Ah… that’s because…”

A somewhat elderly voice suddenly interrupted the girl’s sentence. A old woman with faded cherry blossom coloured hair looked at them tenderly, the expression in her eyes was so tender, that the two girls couldn’t help but stop talking and wait for her to come down to join their conversation.

“He finally saw her become happy.”


Chance meeting, parting, and reunion.
[I] once met with you here,
if [you] still hear [me] now don’t leave.

Chance meeting, parting, and reunion.
If the present you already doesn’t exist,
only I still remain in this place.

Beneath the cut is a silly two page omake. Be warned! It is definitely risque.

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The culture of the Imperial Fists articulates their genetically predisposed obsession with will power and pain into a coherent set of practices concerned with achieving uncompromising self-discipline and maintaining complete order. The Chapter remains noted for its stern attitude and appears to outsiders as somber, cheerless warriors, though those who know them better, such as the Blood Angels recognize their inner passion. Imperial Fists customarily avoid wresting on the laurels of past accomplishments and instead find purpose in the performance of additional great deeds.

In the aftermath of the Siege of Terra, the final battle of the Heresy had a lasting effect on the Imperial Fists and their entire culture became defined by the struggle. Companies were named by their position in the Imperial Palace (i.e. “Daylight Wall Company”) and many Battle Brothers became known by their “wall names” (such as Slaughter).

Meet me in my room - Part 1 (Sirius x reader)

Originally posted by rickdixonandthefandomlifeposts

Meet me in my room- Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5

Request: Hey can you do a Sirius x reader?💕 Where they meet again at Grimmauldplace during the 5th book and during Hogwarts times they were friends and had a little romance going on but then Lily and James got killed and Sirius was sent to Azkaban? And then it gets all fluffy…. Thank you so much😊🙈☺️
 



The moment you were told that Sirius Black escaped, you did not know how to react. You could burst out into tears and cry, scared that he will come after you so you would be his next victim, if you believed he was guilty. Or you could be calm and look forward to meeting him again, if you believed he wasn’t guilty. But what did you believe?

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Until We Meet Again - Taehyung Scenario

another one! 

AFF

Summary: If you kiss him, he’ll disappear forever.

Word Count: 1,743




Bare fists clenched by your sides as the familiar stinging in your eyes started to well up in tears, you took a deep breath in, storming out the front door.

You were the type to hold things in, hold things in and hold things in and hold things in until your chest would feel so tight, so full that it ached. But you still held everything in. Crying was a weakness. You crying would label you as weak and you didn’t want another label to be stuck with your other ones. Since the moment your dad was laid off, the carefree lifestyle you had changed a hundred and eighty degrees.

You moved to a smaller city, to a smaller house… and you were completely fine with that.

You liked the small neighbourhood with the park nearby your house and the dog you passed by on the way to school everyday.


School.


Moving meant having to make new friends, having to make good first impressions. Trust your luck for you to meet the popular girl’s boyfriend on day one, him outwardly flirting with you along the way to class and causing the girl to flare up in jealousy.


Words hurt.


You bit back your tears as you entered the secluded area of the park, feeling the tiny scars from proper nouns and additional bits of broken eggshells along with mucus-y liquid, slowly, slowly starting to close up. That area was your safe haven. A place where rarely anyone but the park sweepers visit, a place where there was your trusty bench under the huge tree that gave you shade and warmth and every other thing you lacked in life.


Life.


Leaning your head back against the bench, you swallowed, letting the salty drops flow down your cheeks in streams.

Life would be nice if it was like the good dreams you occasionally had the pleasure of having.

Your eyelids drooped as you breathed in the scent of fallen leaves and shaky hopes.


Life would be nice if you dreamed a good dream and never woke up.




“Oh no.”

More shuffling could be heard as the voice got closer to your ear. Damp eyes still shut tight, you furrowed your eyebrows, hoping that whoever decided to sit beside a crying girl would get the message and leave.

“Why are you crying?”

You felt no more tears building up as your frown deepened at the low voice.

The voice sighed before continuing, “Well I can’t do anything so I’ll just stay here until you feel better.”

Eyebrows still furrowed - this time in confusion rather than annoyance, you opened your eyes, turning your head to the right to see a boy around your age, shock plastered onto his face as your eyes looked straight into his.

Despite your shitty thoughts of suicide and death and never waking up, you couldn’t help but notice the art that was inches away from you. Long lashes, lovely eyes, perfectly sculpted lips…

Tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip, the boy let out a shaky breath.


Can you see me?


Finally letting words flow out of you, you eyed the handsome boy weirdly, “Of course I can see you?”

The shock on the boy’s face startled you, goosebumps unknowingly forming on your arms. After what seemed like minutes, the boy swallowed, lips parting. “You can hear me too?”

“Of course I can.” Although dumbfounded, you couldn’t help your curious mind. “Am I not supposed to-”

“Oh my God.”

You watched as the boy stood up, backing himself a step away from you. He bit his lip, “Don’t be afraid okay?”

“What?”

“I’m… not human.”


When your expression looked like you’d seen a mad man, the boy gave an exasperated sigh. “I’m a ghost. That’s why I’m shocked that you can see me… and hear me.” You saw his cheeks turn a bit pink.

Ghosts could blush?


“I-”

“But you look so real?” You stood up, stepping closer towards him, making the boy’s eyes go wide.

“You’re not… scared?”


Why weren’t you scared?


You simply looked down, “I’m too numb to be scared.”


The boy stooped down, face tilting up from below to look at you. He gave you the sweetest smile you’d seen in a long, long time. “I would buy you ice-cream but I can’t so… care to tell me what’s wrong?”




The first thing the boy asked you when your butts met the bench was why patches of your school uniform had damp parts and bits of shells stuck on them - causing you to let your guard down in front of the stranger, the streaks on your cheeks repainted with new streams. That in turn caused the boy to apologise profusely, constantly blabbering nonsense while whining that he shouldn’t have asked you that and that he felt so, so bad.


Kim Taehyung made you laugh for the first time in months.


The next day you found yourself walking towards your haven with rare light steps, smile unconsciously spouting when you saw the boy there, eyes closed and cheek squished against the wood. That day he followed you home, earning you curious glances from people and murmurs along the lines of ‘why is she talking to herself?’, filling the journey with laughter and boxy smiles.






“That’s it.” Taehyung huffed for the million time that day, resisting the urge to kick the blanket draped over him. “I’m going to school with you tomorrow.”

“You are not.”

Taehyung pouted at the girl placing her tattered bag on the ground. “I am.”

“Can we please change the subject.” You sighed, tossing yourself onto your bed, letting your head rest on the boy’s shoulder.

Fingers went in between yours, soft breaths entering your ears. “Okay.”

Looking at your intertwined hands, you wondered for the umpteenth time since you met the boy, how a ghost could feel so human. “How was today?”

There was a moment of silence - which was rare - before Taehyung’s deep voice filled the room. “I met another ghost today.”

“You did?” You sat up, weary of the foreign tone replacing the male’s usually eager one.

“Yeah.” Taehyung’s eyes followed you - desperate almost.


You waited for him to continue, the grip becoming tighter.


“The ghost wasn’t like me, Y/N. He was translucent.” His voice turned anxious. “He didn’t know I was a ghost until I approached him and… and he asked me whether I remembered anything.”

Taehyung and you never got into the topic of his past before. How he… died and became what he was. Seeing him so scared caused your heart to ache in a different way. You stroked the back of his hand with your thumb.

He looked at the joined hands, calming down for a bit. “I told him I didn’t remember anything.”

“…You don’t?”

The male shook his head, cheerless eyes looking into yours. “He told me that…” He let out a harsh sigh. “That I can’t do a certain thing. If I do that, then…” He gazed at you. “I’ll disappear and never come back.”


Your heart stopped at his words. Disappearing would mean Taehyung would be gone from your life. The guy who made sure to greet you with smiles as bright as sunshine, who would insist in going to school with you every time you came home with a frown on your face, who would whine whenever you had to do your homework and not talk to him for hours but stayed by your side throughout the entire time. The guy who had been there for you when you fell off the tight-rope of life to effortlessly lift you up and keep you standing on the unsteady line would be-

“What can’t you do?” Your hunted expression went unnoticed, feeling Taehyung pull you into a tight hug. The tears that you hadn’t felt for a long, long time reappeared as you buried your nose into his neck, arms wrapping around him. “I’ll make sure you won’t do it so you won’t ever have to go.”

You felt the hands on your sides move up to your cheeks, the warmth peeling off of you. Cupping your cheeks, Taehyung leaned his face so, so close towards yours, thumbs gently wiping the stains off your face. Giving you a sad smile, he mumbled, “You can’t stop me from doing it.”

Before you could even answer, he gave a choked sob. “I love you too much I don’t know how I can stop myself from kissing you.”

You let out a whimper at his words, tears never ending as he looked at you with so much affection and longing, fingers moving down to graze your lips.


I love you.” Taehyung whispered, lips quivering, “So, so much.”

Looking pass the blurry film of salty liquid, you wholeheartedly breathed, “I love you too.

Glistening eyes and warm smiles, breath ghosting over your lips, he so tenderly murmured, “Until we meet again.”




It was no doubt that life turned back upside down when the boy that stuck beside you for months vanished into thin air, his only remains being your swollen lips and intangible memories - leaving you longing for more.

It was that night that you found yourself up in the early hours of the morning, typing up the name you so loved in the search box.

You almost cried when you saw the familiar boxy grin, frantically clicking on the facebook profile, finding family members and contact numbers.




Oh you’re his friend?


Legs trembling, you jumped off the bus, dashing towards the building.


No actually, he was in a coma.


Zooming past glass doors, you hurried towards the counter, cold sweat dripping down your forehead. Panting, you asked the alarmed nurse, “Where’s Kim Taehyung?”


But he woke up yesterday!


Hand gripping the handle of room 405, you took a deep breath full of hopes and dreams and unsaid words, slowly opening the door.



Unfamiliar faces, curious eyes, and shocked gasps. Your gaze fell on the boy with the boxy smile, wide beaming eyes filled with surprise, happiness, and eagerness mixed in between.




“Oh no.”


Voice and sobs muffled by your hand, you carefully walked towards the boy, people parting to give way.


The boy grinned, feeling his eyes well up as well. “Why are you crying?”


You couldn’t help the smile forming on your face at his words.


I would buy you ice-cream but I can’t so… care to tell me what’s wrong?

Yellow: Part 8

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Pairing: Sam x Reader

Summary: Sam and Y/N have a long overdue talk.

Tags: AU: High School, punk!sam, cuddling, oral sex, awkward teens

Trigger Warnings: past drug abuse/overdose, past drug addiction, self-harm mention, depression, bullying mention, emotional abuse, alcohol abuse mention

Words: 3992

A/N:  sorry this took so long. I’ve been going through some stuff and I’m just not in a good place. love you guys.

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Crowley’s little girl. Part I.


Characters: Demon!Reader, Crowley, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Claire Novak

Parings: Demon!Reader x Crowley (Daughter and Father), eventually Demon!Reader x Dean/Sam Winchester, not sure yet.

Summary:
You are one of Crowley’s crossroad demons, but not any demon, no.. you are his daughter. A so called Cambion. Half demon, half human. When a girl named Claire summoned you, everything changed.

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I wrote this the other night, ‘cuz I couldn’t sleep for hours. Thought I separately could start a new series. Hope you enjoy. :)

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Hell was a dark and cheerless place, but you loved it. It matched your cold, rotten soul perfectly. You walked down the endless seeming hallway, running your fingers along the fragile, old walls. The smell of burnt flesh ran through your nose. Passing cell after cell, filled with tortured people you turned to the right at the very end and stopped at a big door. You opened it, closing it behind you, with a creaking sound coming from it. The slam of the door let the chains on the wall rustling.

The room was filled with red burning candles, they gave you a warm feeling. The feeling of being home. It was your own little kingdom. There was a bed, a closet and a dressing table. Your hellhound, Diwo, laying in the corner taking a nap. He was a present from your dad on your 12th birthday, to always keep an eye on you. Diwo was kinda the only friend you had down here. The rest of the other demons were just here to keep you entertained, trying to act like human beings.. trying to act like friends to you. I mean, you were a Cambion. Half human, half demon. So you definitely had human needs.. and a soul, even though it was pitch black.

Y/A (your age) years back.. your dad had something going on with this human woman. He got her pregnant and left. Because he wanted to „build“ a super strong weapon. You. Exactly 9 months later, he had a weird feeling. The now king of hell knew.. a special child was born. His child. Mom unfortunately was a Hunter, recognized your black eyes, knew what kind of monster you were and wanted to kill you. Your dad showed up and rescued you. Rest is history. He raised and trained you. Gave you, almost, everything you ever needed. And here you are. Settling yourself down on your bed, being bored to death. Listening to the screams coming from outside, you closed your eyes.. You almost fell asleep, when you suddenly heard a noise coming from outside the door.

*knock knock*

„Enter“, you said annoyed.

The heavy door opened and a deep British voice came to your ears, „Hello, darling. Seems like you had a rough day“

„Oh, hey Dad.. No, it wasn’t rough at all, I‘m just so bored most of the time, I hate being a stupid crossroad demon. Why can‘t I just go out and kill people myself instead of sending Diwo their way. I can help earning souls for you by myself“ you folded your arms, making a pout.

„Well, princess.. I don‘t think you are aware of how powerful you are, you need a little tiny bit more time to face this world full of hunter. I don‘t want my precious child to get hurt. See your crossroad-duty as a training.“ he replied, settling himself down next to you.

„I can take care of myself. I‘m Y/A now, not a child anymore, dad. And to be honest, I never really was.“

„I know, I know..“ he continued, as he patted your shoulder. „just give it a few more weeks and you‘ll be ready to face this world, promise.. but you have to take Diwo with you. At least the first few times, to keep an eye on you. I started as a crossroad demon too, and look at me now“ he complacently smiled down at you.
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About 2 weeks later, you were strolling around through the halls of hell again. Kicking a few little rocks around.

„Damn it, this is more torture than actually being a prisoner here.“ you said, rolling your eyes in boredom. „I‘m way too old for this shit.“ you tought to yourself, making your way to the exit.

„Where do you think you‘re going, young lady?“ your father said, suddenly appearing next to you, scaring the shit out of you.

„Let me go, I‘m bored and since you kinda stole my teleportation skills for most of my travels, I have to take the normal way. This fucking door.“ you angrily replied, grabbing the door knob.

„I actually have a job for you to do. Well, it‘s a crossroad deal again.“ You stopped, not looking at your father“ A young girl is on her way to summon one of my demons, I thought you might need something to do.“ he insisted strictly.

You moaned in annoyance. „Fine, I‘ll do it.“

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You popped up on a little crossroad, somewhere in Kansas. It was dark out and you saw a young blonde girl standing in front of you. She didn’t look scared at all.

„Claire Novak.“ you said surprised. „The little girl whos dad got vessled by an angel of the lord.. What can I do for you?“ winking your eyes, let them turning pitch black.

„How do you know my name?“ she started to yell at you.

„Well, lovely.. I‘m a Demon.. remember? Plus your… ‚dad‘ is pretty well-known down there, you know..“ you replied. „but back to the important things. What do yo….“

„Shut your mouth and listen to me, demon!“ she snapped, pulling out a gun to give her self a bit of safety.

„How sweet.“ you chuckled, moving your right hand fast to the side, throwing her gun at the ground.

„Bring me my mom back! I can‘t stand being alone much longer, Take my fucking soul and just bring her back.“ she stuttered, almost starting to cry.

You grinned „you know the deal, right? We kiss to make the agreement count, then 10 years from now on, my hellhound is gonna come for your ass.“

Claire waited a few seconds, then nodded. She stepped forward to you. Your lips came closer, when suddenly you heard two men yelling and storming towards you, the taller one of them tackling down Claire. „No! Don‘t do that!“

She writhed in the arms of the man, screaming at him. „SAM! Let me go! This is my choice“
„Sam? Sam and Dean Winchester?“ your eyes opened wide.

„Yeah, why would you care you piece of hell-shit?“ the older brother yelled at you snottily.

„Wow, easy cowboy, just doing my job“ you laughed.

„What kind of a crossroad demon are you? Your eyes are black and not red.“ he looked at you angry.

„Let‘s say it‘s just my part time job“, you winked at him, letting your black eyes turning to your normal Y/E/C again. „Dad‘s other demons are not of any good use.“

„Dad? You mean Crowley?“ Dean frowned at you full of disgust, when suddenly Claire got out of Sams grip, and ran towards you to give you a kiss.

„No! Claire god damn it!“ the younger brother shouted at you, pulling out the colt. „Nullify the deal! Now!“

„Sorry, handsome.. can‘t do that.“ you said with a smug on your face, snapping your fingers you disappeared from them.

„FUCK!“ Dean fell on his knees, hitting the ground with his fist. „I‘m gonna kill that bitch!“ he shouted.

You found yourself in your room again, when you suddenly, heard someone clapping behind you. Turning around you found your father standing there.

„Congrats Y/N.. You just got the soul of the little wannabe Winchester girl.“ he told you proudly, with a big smile on  his face.

They sing no songs in Hel… nor do they celebrate heroes…

…for silent is that dismal realm and cheerless…

…but the story of the Gjallerbru and the god who defended it is whispered across the Nine Worlds…

…and when a new arrival asks about the one to whom even Hela bows her head…

…the answer is always the same…

he stood alone at Gjallerbru

…and that answer is enough

- The last stand of The Executioner, Thor #362, story and art by Walt Simonson

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A few weeks ago on Ajax, I mentioned that one of the things I really like to do when I’m running a D&D or Pathfinder game is make newspapers that report on the party’s adventures. Someone asked about them in the comments, so I thought I’d post them here, too! These are the ones I made when I was running a party through the Pathfinder Carrion Crown Adventure Path.

(That series of adventures is, by the way, mostly excellent. It’s a horror-themed campaign, but in the way that it works its way through all the big monsters on your way to fighting a lich at the end, set in a grim and cheerless gothic horror country that’s essentially Paizo’s answer to D&D’s Ravenloft. The first adventure involves ghosts in a haunted prison, the second deals with a Frankenstein, then werewolves, draculas, and finally the Lich. The only big misstep is the fourth of the six adventures, which tries to go Lovecraftian and ends up doing some pretty dodgy stuff about fish-men using the women of a particular town as breeding stock. I didn’t want to deal with that, so I went off-script for a big haunted house adventure instead, with just vaguely creepy stuff happening all the time. It was a big hit and my players loved it, and still talk about that time they were menaced by birds with human faces! Anyway…)

These two were tied into the second adventure, Trial of the Beast, a really well-written and well-staged adventure where the party has to defend a Frankenstein (the Beast) in a court of law against murder charges and root out the real culprit. It’s a really interesting adventure that plays with expectations, and part of it is that these townsfolk are getting super riled up, and the party only has a Phoenix Wright-style three days to gather enough evidence before they become a torch-wielding mob and execute the Beast themselves. That’s something that can actually happen, and changes where the adventure goes from there. So if you’ve got riled up townsfolk, well, why not show the media that’s getting them all riled? 

The big gag about the papers is that they’re meant to be sensational and frequently inaccurate tabloids. The first one, for instance, is my sensationalized rewrite of the information that the PCs get when they arrive in the city of Lepisdadt, with the smaller story being a report on their previous adventure. True to form, the paper gets everyone’s name wrong: Gr’garr the Bloody was actually Gregor, a somewhat naive homeschooled half-orc Cleric who liked to sing church songs, and “half-pint seer Ilya” was Ella, a halfling con artist/sorcerer who did not in fact know any divination spells. “Charmingly dimwitted knife enthusiast” was, however, a pretty good description of Mel. 

That one also has my favorite joke I wrote in one of these, the one about a horrible massacre that we need not speak of, with a citation for FOUR PAGES of bloody recounting later in that edition. 

The second one, however, has my second-favorite joke: referring to an adventuring party as “a traveling carnival specializing in breaking and entering, vigilante justice, and, curiously, legal services.” That’s basically every adventuring party ever, if you’re playing right. 

The “big orcs” in the below-the-fold story in the second one were actually trolls, because I figured that very few common folk would know what a troll was, as very few of them would ever survive an encounter with creatures that were meant to pose an appropriate challenge to 5th-level adventurers. I do not remember why one of them was nice to the traveling merchants, as that’s not in the book, but playing good cop/bad cop with some doofy trolls that were trying to steal things from Castle Frankenstein sounds like something I’d do. 

Anyway, I really like making these goofy handouts when I should be writing things for my actual job. 

Good times, right Worst Party? 

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Meet me in my room - Part 2 (Sirius x reader)

Originally posted by nellaey

Meet me in my room - Part 1   Part 3    Part 4.   Part 5

A/N: So this is the second part of the request. I hope you like it. 🖤

“Can we talk?”, Sirius asks you, his face looks calm, but you know that he is nervous. You do not know what to do, how to react. Surely you imagined the moment meeting Sirius again, before, but it was always imagination. Now seeing him standing in front of you is weird. His hair lost volume and he lost weight, but what makes you the most curious is the fact that his eyes looked sad. The grey eyes that always seemed to shine as bright as a star are now cheerless.

“Okay”, that is the only thing you can say as a response right now.


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The clown figure has had so many meanings in different times and cultures. The jolly, well-loved joker familiar to most people is actually but one aspect of this protean creature. Madmen, hunchbacks, amputees, and other abnormals were once considered natural clowns; they were elected to fulfill a comic role which could allow others to see them as ludicrous rather than as terrible reminders of the forces of disorder in the world. But sometimes a cheerless jester was required to draw attention to this same disorder, as in the case of King Lear’s morbid and honest fool, who of course was eventually hanged, and so much for his clownish wisdom. Clowns have often had ambiguous and sometimes contradictory roles to play.
—  Thomas Ligotti, from The Last Feast of Harlequin
Unpredictable (Roman Reigns x OFC)

(A/N) I’m sorry it took so long guys, I was in Disneyland Paris for the weekend🙈. I hope y’all enjoy it. I live for detailed feedback!😚

Chapter 2 

Joe

 I looked back one more time, seeing Alani grabbing the plastic bags and disappear as she walked inside. She seems like a really nice and sweet girl who I cannot wait to get to know better.

As I was approaching my house, a knot formed in my stomach, not wanting to get back inside. Why?  Let me tell you; I’ve been married to Gianna for over three years and in the beginning, we were both so in love with each other that we married a little too soon. We had been dating less than six months before I proposed to her. Normally, you take the time to get to know each other; what he or she likes, dislikes, etc. I made a mistake by not taking the time to truly getting to know the person I would commit my whole life to, finding out she had some habits that were really getting on my nerves; leaving every room she goes in behind like a tornado had passed, demanding that everything had to go her way, and the most frustrating ones: her famous mood swings. One moment, she was the sweet and enjoyable, fun woman I fell in love with, and the other moment, she could be ignorant, cold and arrogant.

I have no idea in what mood she’ll be in when I get inside, and honestly, I couldn’t care less. As soon as I walked through the door, I could see the living room was a mess through the glass door, making me sigh. I kicked off my shoes and walked inside, finding Gianna on the phone. She turned around once she saw me, she ended her phone call and jumped up.

‘’Joe, baby,’’ she squealed and jumped into my arms.

‘’Hey An, how are you?’’ I briefly hugged her back as I walked over to the kitchen.

‘’Good, how’s my baby doing?’’

‘’I’m good,’’ I grabbed a beer from the fridge and checked my phone.

‘’I was thinking,’’ she bit her lip and grabbed the phone from my hand, caressing my chest, ‘’why don’t we have some husband and wife time tonight? We haven’t been intimate in quite some time,’’

‘’I can’t, I’m sorry,“ I apologized and walked over to the couch, ‘’Dean and I are going to the bar to catch up a bit.’’

‘’Seriously? Again? You always say that when I suggest to do something together. But whatever,’’ I heard her coming my way and she sat down. ‘’Where were you anyways?’’

‘’I went to the store and ran into our new neighbor so I talked to her for a bit,’’ I told her calmly. I could tell she was going to make a whole point of it by the way her body language changed.

‘’The one whose house was being built, disturbing us 24/7?’’

‘’Disturbing you, hun, not me. And yes, her house was being built.’’

‘’So you just started to talk to her?’’ The tone of her voice changed from frustration to jealousy in a split second.

‘’What’s wrong with that?’’ I chuckled. ‘’It’s not like I was hitting on her, don’t worry.’’

‘’But she was hitting on you, wasn’t she?’’ Gianna stood up and placed both hands on her hips.

‘’An, you for real? You haven’t even met her, so making assumptions is not in your place.’’ I said and stood up. ‘’By the way, I’m going over to her place in the morning, getting to know her better, so I won’t be around for breakfast.’’ A part of me felt guilty about how I said those words, but it was the frustration talking.

‘’What on earth are you going to do there?’’

‘’As I said, it’s just getting to know our new neighbor. Jheeze An, chill out,’’

‘’I’m going to bed.’’ She hissed.

‘’Already? It’s only 7,’’ I chuckled. She shrugged and slammed the door behind her, stamping her feet on the stairs in annoyance. I threw my head back and grunted. This is just one of her outbursts and it was a mild one. Gianna never showed this side of her before we got married. There were times she screamed and even threw with things. Luckily for me, that hasn’t happened in a good while and I wish to keep it that way.

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I was half asleep as I heard the doorbell ring; that must be Dean. I got rid of the blanket and rubbed my eyes as I walked to the front door. It was indeed Dean, a huge grin spread on his face.

‘’What’s up with you?’’ I raised one eyebrow in confusion.

‘’So my car broke down somewhere in the beginning of the street and this hot ass girl came to help me out. I’ve never seen her around tho,’’ he slipped past me and kicked his shoes off. ‘’She new?’’

‘’Alani? Yeah, her house was the one being built. I told you about it.’’ I closed the door behind me, ‘’but aren’t we supposed to go to the bar? And where’s your car now?’’

‘’That was the original idea, but uce, tell me everything about her.’’ He fell back on the couch. I raised an eyebrow, still not having an answer to my question. I know that Dean loved his car way too much to leave it somewhere broken and unguarded. ‘’Oh yeah, the car,’’ he rubbed his beard and sat up, ‘’I told you, she helped me out. As in she fixed it for me.’’  

‘’She did?’’ I asked impressed. Not many women I know have experience with stuff mostly men are involved in. ‘’Wow, that’s amazing.’’ I sat in the corner of the couch.

‘’It is, yeah, but now it’s your turn to answer my questions I have about her,’’ he smirked and leaned back, ‘’Is she single?’’

‘’I knew that question would be asked,’’ I laughed, ‘’The only things I know about her, are that she is new in the neighborhood, she’s really nice and that her house looks magnificent.’’ I chuckled.

‘’It seems like you were too much of a pussy to actually have a good talk with her,’’ Dean concluded. ‘’Let’s go over to her place right now, I’ll do the talking.’’

‘’If you want me killed, let’s go. But I’d rather stay alive.’’ I sighed. Dean knows everything about the often problematic and unstable relationship me and Gianna have. She doesn’t know I tell him literally everything, so every time she sees him, she acts like nothing is wrong. ‘’I am going to her place in the morning though. Just for some coffee, getting to know each other better.’’

‘’Oh you are?’’ He said, a smug smile grew on his face, ‘’how did Gianna respond?’’

‘’As usual; jealous, frustrated, annoyed.’’ I nonchalantly said.

‘’Y’all should get into therapy bro,’’ he shook his head and zapped through the channels, ‘’this can’t go on for much longer. Sooner or later, something’s gonna happen and it ain’t gonna be pleasant,’’

‘’Thank you, soothsayer Ambrose,’’ I sarcastically said, ‘’I appreciate you looking out for me, but it’ll be fine.’’

‘’Whatever you say, Reigns,’’ He chuckled and got the blanket, tucking himself in as he watched TV.

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‘’Roman, uce, wake up,’’ A voice said in the distance. I knew Gianna never called me ‘uce’ so it must be Dean. ‘’You gonna be late, get up.’’

‘’Late for what,’’ I groaned and hid underneath the warm blanket.

‘’Your coffee date, dude.’’ His hoarse voice grinned. I sat up quickly, worried that I overslept, and looked at my watch, relieved that it was only 8.30 am. ‘’I thought you’d wanna be woken up so you can get ready.’’

‘’How nice,’’ I chuckled and sat up. ‘’Did Gianna come down?’’

‘’I don’t think so, but then again, I sleep through everything y’know.’’ Dean handed me a cup of coffee. I took a sip and was glad to have it just as I liked; hot with a little bit of sugar. He knows me too well. ‘’So what time were you planning on leaving?’’

‘’We live in the same street, so I was thinking ten minutes before nine,’’ I took a sip of my coffee, enjoying the taste of the first sip and stood up. ‘’You want anything to eat?’’

‘’Nah thanks, I’ll go to that breakfast bar thing nearby, my mom wanted to meet up. So get dressed and I’ll drop you off.’’ He yawned. I looked at him confused. ‘’I wanna see her again.’’ He smirked and walked over to the kitchen. I chuckled and shook my head.

‘’Alright, I’ll pretend her house is an hour away so you have to drive me.’’ I got away from underneath the blanket. ‘’I’ll be right back,’’

‘’If you’re not here in ten minutes, I’ll go to her on my own.’’ He shouted as I walked up the stairs. I laughed and shook my head as I entered the bedroom. Gianna was watching TV, not even acknowledging my presence.

‘’Good morning,’’ I said as I opened the closet. No response. ‘’How’d you sleep?’’ I asked, hoping to get any kind of reaction back. No communication is something I hate. ‘’An?’’

‘’Good morning, I slept fine and what?’’ she spat. I frowned at her reaction, slightly taken back by how fierce it was.

‘’Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed,’’ I murmured as I looked through my clothes.  She crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. ‘’I’ll be back by noon,’’

‘’You’re seriously going to her place right now?’’  Gianna sat up on her knees, ‘’You always have an excuse for when I want to spend time with you; you always hang out with Dean or Seth or whoever your friends are, you’re almost always on the road. You seem so uninterested in anything that has to deal with me,’’ her voice growing more intense.

‘’I’m not doing this now, An. We’ll talk later.’’ I said cheerless and walked to the bathroom. I was in no mood whatsoever to have this conversation right now. Not only will it bring me in an awful frame of mind, people around me will probably notice and ask me what’s wrong and I’m not jumping from excitement to tell anything considering my problematic marriage.

I brushed my teeth, wore my jeans and favorite black shirt, sprayed some cologne on my chest and neck, pulled my hair straight back in a bun and I was ready to go. I peeked into the bedroom a last time; Gianna pulled the covers over her head, her back facing me. I rolled my eyes and walked downstairs. Dean was leaning against the door, playing with his keyrings.

‘’Ready to go?’’ He smirked. ‘’I cannot wait to see her again,’’ he excitedly jumped up and down.

‘’You’ve only seen her once,’’ I reminded him as I got on one knee, lacing up my shoes, ‘’besides, she may be taken.’’

‘’That’s why you’re going to get to know her,’’ he opened the door and jogged to his car, ‘’for me,’’ he grinned as he unlocked it and got inside. I got up from my knee, automatically brushing off them both. I wanted to leave the house on good terms with Gianna, but I know that that’s not possible when she’s in a state like this; angry, jealous and not willing to understand that I also have my friends. Just like she has hers.

I closed the door behind me and walked over to the passenger’s seat, sitting down as I opened the door. ‘’You seriously need to clean your car, uce,’’ I chuckled as I grabbed some empty water bottles and opened chip bags from the floor. ‘’How did she not run away when she saw it?’’

‘’Because she didn’t look in my car, it was an engine problem,’’ he absently spoke as he looked in the mirror as he drove backwards. ‘’I would’ve thrown everything in the back though, I’m not as dirty as my deeds.’’

‘’That was the corniest thing I’ve ever heard,’’ I laughed loudly.

‘’For someone who knows what I mean, yes, but for someone who isn’t familiar with what we do, it can be an interesting thing to find out.’’

‘’I can’t with you, man,’’ I chuckled and shook my head. It literally took us less than one minute to get to Alani’s place, but I was secretly happy he drove me. ‘’Thanks for driving me, I wouldn’t have made it on time otherwise,’’

‘’You’re more than welcome, my friend,’’ he nodded. ‘’You go, let me know everything.’’

‘’I will, greet your mom for me.’’ I gave Dean a quick hug before getting out of the car. I walked up to the shiny white door and knocked twice. Probably 30 seconds had passed with no one opening the door. I turned around and shrugged at Dean who was still sitting in his car. As I was about to walk away, the door flew open and Alani stood in the doorway.

‘’I’m so sorry,’’ she apologized, ‘’I was half asleep so I didn’t know if someone really knocked or if it was just a dream,’’

‘’Don’t say sorry for that,’’ I smiled, ‘’If you need time to freshen up, I can wait outside?’’

‘’Oh don’t be silly, get in,’’ her small hands grabbed my arm, pulling me inside. ‘’Oh hey! Dean, wasn’t it?’’ Alani waved at Dean who was smiling brightly.

‘’Yes, it was,’’ he happily shouted back, ‘’you guys have fun. I’ll see you around, doll!’’

‘’Bye!’’ she smiled and waved one last time as he drove off. ‘’I hope I look somewhat presentable,’’ her hands quickly reached for the waistband of her robe, tying it together.

‘’You look better than most people who just woke up,’’ I assured her. She closed the door behind her and chuckled.

‘’Well, let me make you jealous by showing you around then,’’

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