d. original

I accidentally overwrote a psd with a cropped image and this is it, this is all that’s left. I had drawn her dad and a couple other things but I won’t be getting those back lmao

our dm and I decided together that she should keep redback’s blood oath a secret from me and unexpectedly spring it on me during the campaign at some point

as for her patron I’ve gone with the great old one o/ so in addition to being confused about her powers she can suddenly communicate telepathically with people

anonymous asked:

How about a "7 Minutes in Heaven" prompt in a high school/college AU? >:3c I feel like having the boys play spin the bottle at a party would be hilarious! Imagine how mortified Killua would be when Gon is the person who is matched to be shoved in the closet with him?

It would be hysterical XDDDD I cracked up when I read this request. Okay lets do this!

We’re going to do a college au bc that’s so much more fun :3 I hope you it, thank you for waiting so long for me to get this out!


Killua had a bad feeling about this game before his so called ‘friends’ even explained the rules. And then, after they did explain the rules, he immediately wished he had left the party within the first ten minutes like he’d originally planned.

But then Killua looked up to meet brown-gold that glittered brightly with curiosity and interest, and he knew he had to stay.

Killua hadn’t spent time with Gon in a very, very long time, despite the undeniable fact that they were each other’s best friends. That was the problem with college- the second one class assigned work, the rest followed suit until Killua found himself awake at three in the morning trying not to pull his hair out in frustration. This was actually the first time he’d been able to see Gon in nearly two weeks.

So. He had to stay. For Gon.

But that moment of weakness turned out to be the biggest mistake of Killua’s entire life. Because with Killua’s shitty luck, it was only natural that the stupid coke bottle would land on him, then Gon.

Of freakin’ course.

“Ooooooo, Seven Minutes in Heaven for Gon and Killua!” Palm cooed and Killua grounded his teeth together hard enough for his jaw to ache. “Get going, you two!”

Gon’s brow was furrowed in confusion. “I don’t get it. What’s-”

“Shut up!” Killua forcefully pulled Gon off the floor and away from their circle of friends that whistled and clapped at their retreating backs. He was going to murder these people before the night was over for doing this to him. With Gon of all people. Damnit!

“But, Killua! I’ve never heard of Seven Minutes in Heaven before, I don’t know what we have to-”

“I said,” Killua hissed as he yanked Palm’s closet door open. “Shut up! Just- get  in the closet!”

Gon took one look at Killua’s face and visibly paled. He ducked into the closet without another word and Killua followed, slamming the door shut behind them.

It wasn’t a big closet which, admittedly, was the whole point of this insane game. Killua barely had enough room for his shoulders to fit and couldn’t see a single thing in the dark. But he could definitely hear the sound of Gon’s breathing less than a feet away from him and Killua knew without a doubt that if he tried to move his arm, they would touch.

Killua was not going to do that though, because he would sooner die or melt into a puddle than try to make a move on his best friend who just also happened to be his crush for the past three years. He almost wished he could melt into a puddle because then maybe he could slide out under the door crack and bolt-

“Killua?” Gon’s voice was very quiet but it filled the entire space.

“What.”

“Um. What are we supposed to do in here?”

Warmth exploded across Killua’s cheeks. He didn’t need to see his face to know it had to be growing redder than a stop sign.

“N-Nothing,” he said and immediately cursed himself for stuttering.

“It didn’t sound like nothing, though.”

“Well, you heard wrong, then.”

“Killua.”

Gon was pouting, he knew. And Killua could never resist Gon’s ridiculous pout even in the pitch black of a closet.

“Its….” God, what Killua would give to not be explaining this right now. “Its a game in which two people have to stay in a closet for seven minutes.”

“Like we are now.”

“Yeah.”

“But, what else? There has to be something else.”

Killua’s hands curled into claws. “I can’t believe you don’t know this. Remind me when we get out of here to sit your ass down and explain every single party game to ever exist-”

“Killua, you’re stalling!” Gon whined. There was a shuffling sound and Killua was suddenly hyper-aware of the fact that Gon had just moved even closer than they already were. “Just tell me what it is!”

His heartbeat was very loud and heavy in his chest. He could feel every thud all the way down to his toes. Somewhere in the mess of his spinning thoughts, Killua distantly wondered if Gon could hear it, too.

“Killua…”

Killua jerked at the hot hand that brushed against his. How Gon knew where his hand was, he didn’t know. He didn’t get why Gon was lacing their fingers together, either, but his mind too jumbled at the moment to protest.

He took a shuddering breath to calm his racing heart. 

It didn’t help.

“While you’re in the closet, y-you’re supposed to. Um.”

Gon’s whisper washed over Killua’s burning skin. “You’re supposed to- what?” 

Killua shrunk back into the closet’s wall. Gon was way too close. He was cornering Killua, leaving no room to escape. 

Killua wasn’t sure if he could escape even if he wanted to, at this point; Gon was all around him, his scent his voice his body. Killua’s senses were being overwhelmed with Gon. He was drowning in it.

“I, I don’t-” Killua said weakly as his knees started to buckle.

“Killua,” Gon said again, voice shaking slightly with something that sounded suspiciously like suppressed laughter. His free hand slid around Killua’s waist, helping him to stand but also pressing their bodies together, and Killua just barely held back a shiver at the possessive touch. “Are you sure you know what this game is about?”

Killua squeezed his eyes shut. If he wasn’t so dizzy right now, he would’ve shrieked in frustration.

“You’re a fucking bastard,” he finally whispered and Gon’s laughter reverberated around them like bells.

“I know,” Gon said, a grin in the lilt of his voice, and kissed Killua on the mouth.

Widowtracer Week

Alrighty! So we’ve actually had a lot more people excited about this event than we’d originally anticipated, which is just fantastic!

So, we’ve decided to make this first one the first week in April. That gives everyone a little over a month to prepare their content. If you can’t, or don’t want to, do all of the days, please don’t feel like you have to! And, if you have any questions or concerns, please don’t hesitate to contact us!

Now, onto the real good stuff: the prompts. We’ve tried to create ones that could be used as either fanfiction or fanart, and also ones that could be used if you wanted to write or draw something connected (ie. chaptered works or comics). Whatever you guys choose to do, it doesn’t matter.

So, the prompts, which were chosen by a random word generator (except the first word, which came up as ‘french’ and we were like, “nah that’s too easy”):

Day One: Falling
Day Two: Pedant
Day Three: Rattle
Day Four: Saccharine
Day Five: Respect
Day Six: Mercury
Day Seven: Realization

Now, please don’t feel limited directly to these words. For instance, falling might be altered a little to ‘leaping’; ‘mercury’, you might change to ‘mercurial’. Try and stick with the theme, but also create what you’re comfortable creating.

We will be accepting NSFW posts, and we will be tagging them as such. Once you create your content, just add the tag ‘widowtracer week’ and we’ll be sure to reblog it. 

If you’re a little bit late, that’s fine too. We’re going to reblog everything tagged under it (though if you post it early, we’ll just queue it to begin on the 1st). If we do happen to miss anything, please tell us! We’re human, and this is Tumblr. Mistakes happen :)

All right, here’s hoping that’s all the information. If you think we’ve missed anything, please send us a message. If you have any concerns about the date and/or prompts, please send us a message. We’re only new at this and feeback is vital.

:) Thanks, and we hope to see you around!

Michael After Midnight: John Wick

I may as well just come out and say it: John Wick is a modern masterpiece, one of the finest action films ever made, and a contender for my #1 favorite film of all time, as well as one of the best films of the decade so far. That might just be me speaking as someone who loves action films, revenge films, and the work of Keeanu Reeves, but even putting that all aside this film is still pretty damn good. With its sequel out and dominating the box office alongside The Lego Batman Movie, I figured I’d talk about the original film and why exactly its worthy of such a critically-acclaimed sequel as what it got.

The story, as you may know, is about John Wick, played by Keeanu Reeves. John’s wife recently died of an illness and, to ensure he wouldn’t be alone in his grieving, gifts him a puppy. One day a Russian punk sees his nice car and tries to buy it; John tells the punk no. The punk finds John’s house, breaks in, and kills John’s dog all before stealing the car.

This is a fatal mistake.

As this Russian punk, who is the son of a very powerful crime lord, soon learns, John Wick is no ordinary man; he is the deadliest hitman in the world, a truly unstoppable force, an incredibly deadly and focused professional who is so far beyond pissed at this point that this little shithead may as well just sit down and twiddle his thumbs because nothing is going to stop John Wick; this brat is well and truly fucked… or he would be if his dad, who happens to be John’s former employer, didn’t try and pull out all the stops to save his son from his impending doom. With an army of Russian mobsters, bodyguards, and a couple of money-hungry assassins out for his blood, surely John Wick won’t get his revenge… right

WRONG.

Keep reading

I’m getting better at ending chapters on an “oh SHIT” note that isn’t a cliff hanger, but really would make me an asshole if this was a tv show. Chapters end with a shock that you pick up in the next chapter.

Chapter 4.05 (The One That Got Away) is perfect. The ending was not what I’d originally envisioned and I moved things from 4.06 over, but daaaaamn it works.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.