In the eye of the Beholder

Context: So my party had to venture deep into the Underdark to find some talisman for a god so we could get some answers out of them. We come across a creepy, abandoned, wooden house in a cave and it’s roughly where the god told us his talisman would be so we stroll up in there. After our Sorceress mind controls the crazy lady living there and our Bladesinger slices her throat (basically avoiding the final boss), we find the talisman. However, we decide to snoop around the rest of the house to find any missed goodies. Low and behold we find some not-so-goodies and come face to face with a Beholder.

Bladesinger: *pulls off Cloaker that tried to eat his face and creaks open the door to the next room* Oh shit, it’s a Beholder.

Ranger: “Uhhhh….. Those are dangerous. Should we?”

Bladesinger: “But there’s a chest in there! What could go wrong?” *combat starts*

After a valliant fight, the Bladesinger is charmed, the Cleric and the Ranger are asleep. It’s down to our Sorceress. The Beholder is near death but has his anti-magic vision on her.

Sorceress OOC: “Guys, I’m seriously out of spells! Literally only cantrips left! And I cant even use those!”

Everyone: “We’re going to die”

DM: *evil chuckle*

Sorceress: “Ok, you know what? Screw it. I’M GOING TO THROW MY STAFF AT HIM.”

She wails the staff at the Beholder and…

*rolls natural 20*

DM: *speachless for a moment* “Ok you know what? You literally throw that staff as if your life depends on it and it sinks right into his big eye and he flops to the ground. Dead. Everyone’s magical effects end… I cant believe that worked”


30 Day Challenge: Day 23

Prompt: Dance with me

AN: Damian won :)

Words: 699

           You love the rain. You love the sound, the way it looks, and most of all the way it feels. For some reason water has always brought you comfort. You lived for those warm summer days where you could dive into the pool, run through a sprinkler, or jump into an oncoming wave. You refer to the water as your happy place.

           That’s why when the first drops of the storm start hitting your window, you immediately come awake. You press your face against the window, and goose bumps rise along your skin, at the contact of the cold glass. Your grin widens as a strike of lightning illuminates the sky.

           You don’t give it another thought, you dash as quietly as you can from your bedroom, and down the stairs. You’re careful to stay quiet as you slip out one of the sliding doors and onto the back deck.

           You go to the edge of the canopy, that is shielding you from the falling water, and hold out your hand. You can’t help but relax as the water hits your palm, somewhat cool for a fall rain.

           Another flash of lighting streaks across the sky.

           “You’re going to get yourself electrocuted.”

           You can’t help the little squeak that comes out of your mouth, at the sound of his voice. You turn to glare at your boyfriend, and your hands go to your hips. “Damian” you hiss, what in the world are you doing here at three in the morning?”

           He smirks “I’m always out this late, comes with job.” Your eyes roam up and down his Robin uniform, before you cross your arms. He approaches you, and takes your hands in his. “I stopped by just to check on you. I know your parents are out of town for the next few weeks.”

           You smile “That was very sweet of you.”

           He pulls you into him, and you snuggle into his warmth. He kisses your hair and asks “So what are you doing up this early?”

           You smile at him “Well before you scared me half to death I was enjoying the rain.” There’s a moments of silence as his hand rubs up and down your arm before you say “You know what I’ve always wanted to do?”

           “Go to Thailand?”

             “No . . . Well yes, but I meant in this moment?”

            “Make out?”

           You roll your eyes and swat his chest “No, you hormonally charged teenage boy.”

           “Then I have no clue, what have you always wanted to do?”

           “Dance in the rain.”

           There’s a moment of silence before Damian simply says “That was so much cornier than I expected.”

           You glare at him “It’s not corny. That’s how my parents ended their first date. They’d gone out to this amazing dinner, and this storm rolled in. And instead of letting it ruin their night, my dad asked my mom to dance in the rain. She said that it was in that moment she knew she’d spend the rest of her life in love with my dad.”

           His eyes soften a bit at the story, and his arms slowly disappear from around you. He takes two steps back, and stares at you for a moment, before he goes into a gentlemen’s bow. “May I have this dance?”

           A soft smile plays on your lips “What happened to corny?”

           He looks up at you, never breaking his bow and says “I want that moment. I want us to know that we’ll always love each other. So, dance with me … please.”

           You take his hand and as he straightens you say “I knew I’d always love you that day you gave me your favorite sweatshirt, simply because you knew I loved it.”

           He smiles as he leads you out into the rain and sweeps you into a dance “I’d give you the entire moon if it meant you’d be happy.”

           You dance in the rain that night, and the pounding of the rain becomes your song. And every time, a large rainstorm rolls in at night, for the rest of your life, Damian wakes you and simply says “They’re playing our song, dance with me.”  


A belated birthday gift for the lovely @eternity-jelly~

hope you enjoy some symmrat fluff involving a sleepy trash mouse trying to stop Symmetra from getting out of bed :3

Satya stretched comfortably and rolled over, only to come face to face with a bright pair of eyes. A wide grin stretched the mouth below, and she couldn’t help but smile in return. 

“You’re awake early.” She murmured, and Jamie grinned at her.

“Who could sleep with such a knock-out babe next to ‘em?”

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anonymous asked:

Cleotheo, my favorite author, has just posted a new mini three-part story that she will finish by Thursday. I recommend it! Looks promising!! It's called Family Lies and it's a reunion story!

I just read that first chapter! So excited for this…but I have a bad feeling though about the plot…

Family Lies By: cleotheo - T, 3 chapters - When Hermione and Draco are called up to Hogwarts because their twins have been fighting, Hermione comes face to face with her former friends. But just why does Ron’s daughter, Rose, hate Hermione? Mini three part story.

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anonymous asked:

What are your thoughts on the Stelena scene in 3x03? (where she's behind the closet/wall) such as your interpretation and what you like about it. You can link me if you've been asked this before lol

It’s funny because Julie Plec and Nina Dobrev have two very beautiful quotes about this scene:

Julie Plec (about episode 3×03): Stefan opens the closet door and he sees her, and they come face-to-face. It’s the strangest moment because she’s in his, like, murder board closet, but the way they look at each other… and you realize, ohmygod, these two have not seen each other in so long, and they love each other so much, and the look on his face… We know how much he needs her, how she’s what keeps him from falling over the edge, and he’s in this predicament: oh god, is she about to get caught? Am I about to get caught? It’s just this powerful reunion that always makes me get a little teary. (source)

Nina (about the closet scene in 3×03): That was definitely a very intense scene, especially because, for the past two years, Paul and I have been working together so closely almost every day. Towards the beginning of the season, we had absolutely no scenes together, so that was actually one of the first scenes where we were working together again. It was such a weird dynamic, and when we locked eyes it really felt like we were locking eyes for the first time. But nothing was said, everything’s in the looks, and the feeling, the tension was built up so much and it was palpable, you can feel the love, the fear, the anxiety, the memories and the history between the two… (source)

And I think you can see all of this, you see the love between the two of them:

And what I kind of find great about this scene is that it’s a meeting of Stefan’s past and present. Elena is in a physical representation of Stefan’s hedonistic urges, of the consequences to his ripper side \, of the terror of his past and she is a huge part of his present, she represents hope and everything he’s fighting the past for and then you have Stefan in the physical representation of his past and looking at his present and battling the two of them internally. It’s just such a layered, emotional, beautiful scene.

Worth the read...❤️

There is a different kind of love; a love that isn’t the happy kind, resulting in the joining of two people; the fusing of two lives into one; a love that gives you life. Contrary to popular belief, or fantasy embedded into us at an early age - sometimes love doesn’t conquer all. There is a love that a person will feel when he or she can never, and will never, be able to be with that certain someone. It’s a darker love; a kind of love that happens when two flames combust, causing fireworks that leave you with burns to heal over time - but the scars of it never fade. It’s odd to think that something so beautiful can also be the most horrid thing we’ve ever come face-to-face with. Some people cannot, and will not ever end up together, no matter how much they love each other. It’s a sad truth - but a truth, nonetheless. Some people aren’t ready to be happy or to be loved, and you meet them at the wrong time - at an unfortunate time. Not all people are able to handle showing you their dark bits; their gory bits. And no matter how much you love their demons, they cannot accept that they are worthy of this kind of love. Some people run from love. With real love, comes the risk of pain; true heartache. The kind of pain that can crush your gut and eat your soul, leaving you gasping for air. Love can get too intense, too real – it’s the closest thing to perfection that exists in the world; the only thing that can easily and comfortably encompass both good and evil; beautiful and ugly. This intensity may cause people to have poor judgment, like lies we told or things we said. Because there are people who cannot handle real love, it makes them terrified and confused. Whatever happened in their past has crutched them; creating a broken part of themselves - a part that isn’t able to allow or accept love. The fact is, love is not enough. Some people have habits or beliefs that make it impossible to be a team with the person who they love. Some people are broken; their thinking habits and tendencies make them very incompatible with the person they love. Some people are self-destructive and no matter how great your love with them is, that love is not enough. Because remember: love isn’t rational. Sometimes there are other reasons why two people cannot and will not ever be together. Sometimes a person cannot forgive and forget. Because love is as intense an emotion as one gets, it occasionally leads us to make poor choices – choices that hurt the ones who we love the most. When those choices are made, love can scar, cutting deeply. The pain isn’t easily or willfully forgotten. When you hurt the person you love enough, they won’t come back to you. And because you still love them, you hate yourself and can’t forgive yourself for sabotaging it. Relationships are built on trust and sometimes that trust is shattered. The grueling part is that you still love each other, and probably always will. The scars that will never heal is something that you both have to live with. Why? Because there really isn’t any other choice. Love will never be governed by rationality, and no matter how dark and sad it ended up being, it’s still the closest thing to a flawless whole that you have been a part of. After some time, your heart will slowly reform, coming back stronger. Time will pass and the darkness will eventually subside. After all, darkness is, in reality, the absence of light. New light will come, and you’ll wait in hopes that new love can take the place of the old - which it can.

But that doesn’t mean you will ever stop loving each other. Some people will love each other until the day they die, spending the majority of their lives apart. And so it is. The gory side of love.

“all that was on my mind walking down those railroad tracks was her leaving. was that I was losing her and there was nothing I could do. nothing else was on my mind. me walking in the heat, not even thinking to take my hat off and wipe off my sweat was on my mind. I didn’t think to move that fly out of the way that kept coming in my face. bc that wasn’t on my mind. I didn’t think to move my bracelets up from sliding down my arm onto my hands. bc that wasn’t on my mind. I didn’t think to watch my step as I was walking bc of the huge gap between the railroad boards and the rocks, not even worried if I’ll trip. bc that wasn’t on my mind. I didn’t think to realize I just smoked 4 cigarettes within three minutes. bc that wasn’t on my mind. I didn’t think to stop and catch my breath from getting light headed from all those cigarettes I just smoked. bc that wasn’t on my mind. I didn’t think to wipe the tears off my face. bc that wasn’t on my mind. I didn’t think to itch my face from all the dry tears I never wiped off. bc that wasn’t on my mind. I didn’t think to rub my eye after smoke got into it. bc that was not on my mind. I didn’t think to fix my shoelace that always bothers the bottom of my foot & pull it out. bc that was not on my fucking mind. absolutely nothing. besides me losing her. her leaving. that was on my mind. and nothing has changed.
now what do u call that? what do u call that I was feeling walking down those railroad tracks and only thinking of her leaving … bc idk what to call that at all.”