When I wake, there’s snow on the skylight.
The air is cold. I push off my blankets and find the sweater I dropped on the floor before bed last night. It isn’t often cold in the bunkers. Even when the wind howls outside and the ice climbs up over the skylight, blocking our view of the sun, we’re generally warm.
Living underground has a few advantages.
The snow dulls the light filtering through the glass. Snow is a rarity, a treasure, and I wake a few of the other girls in my dorm and climb onto one of the beds to get a better look. A hundred and fifty people live below ground with us, but we only have three skylights, one in each of the rooms. The light isn’t good, especially on days when sand blows across the reinforced glass. Or it snows. But we have our candles, a few lanterns, and a fire in each of the rooms. We’ve gotten used to dim lights.
One of the youngest girls can’t get close enough to see. I lift her up, letting her place her hand against the glass and giggle at the cold seeping through. None of the younger ones have been outside. They used to send foraging parties into the burned-out cities, the blackened buildings, but they don’t anymore. Outside, the wind is burnt, the sky is ash and dust, and the ground is scorched. Even in the cities, there’s nothing left to find.
By now, even the snow is better enjoyed from underneath it.

eveningspirit  asked:

For angst/fluff prompts -- 14, 30, 46 -- either together or just one of those -- thunderblink, or thunderlipse friendship.

Staring outside through one of the windows, eyes unseeing to the dark clouds settled above the building or the heavy curtain of rain as it lashes the ground below. Marcos remains lost in thought. The low hum of the underground crawling through another day is a faint noise reminding him where he is. But he can’t move, can’t be around anyone. Lorna’s out there somewhere. Alone. Where he can’t help her.

It feels like he is drowning. How did they get here? It feels like just days ago they were discussing baby names and planning a future. Together. Everything they stand for, everything they had built together and she walked away from it. Destroying everything in the process. The plane. The underground. Them.

He can’t figure out where he went wrong, what more he could have done? After everything they have been through, they were there for each other. Through every thing, good or bad he’s been there for her. But this?

He still sees the plane falling from the sky. Can’t help but picture the nameless faces of those onboard, the people who were never going home. The children who had lost a parent, all because one man had been on board. A coward who used children as a shield. Who tore apart lives in his quest to eradicate mutants.

He sees Her face as she screamed, her pain as violent as her anger. Then she was gone. He had searched for her, screamed her name until his voice was hoarse. She’s not a killer, no matter what she believes.

His hands ache with the urge to destroy something, to burn something until the pain disappears.

It’s as he is sitting there, staring blindly into the storm that he hears the deliberately heavy footsteps.

Glancing back to confirm his suspicion he sees John. No one else understood quite like they do. That whilst their newest friends supported the cause, their oldest friends had given up.

Marcos stares at John for a moment, sees the flash of emotion cross Johns face. Pity. He doesn’t need sympathy. He needs Lorna. The anger fades, and he just feels broken. Like their promises. Broken like they didn’t matter. He loves her. Will always love her, no matter what. Would welcome her back and try to work out the problems. Which only makes it hurt that much more.

“Marcos..” John trails off at a loss for words. “I’m worried about you.”

Sighing Marcos scrubbed a hand across his face, watching as a strike of lightning illuminated the sky. Feels the harsh burn of light hitting his eyes after being in the dark for so long. “I’m fine man. Just fine.”

John moved to sit near him. “No one would blame you if you were less than fine. No one expected any of this to happen. I’ve known Lorna, worked with her to build this.” He motions to the room around him. “No one expected this” he reiterates, the strain obvious in his voice.

Glancing to his hands, the source of all their conflict, he clenches his hands. Knows he’s left John to handle everything. “Sorry I haven’t been much help. It’s just… I can’t do this on my own. Without her. Lorna is why I fight so hard for our future. For the baby. Now they are just…. gone.”

“It’s okay man, between Clarice and the Struckers we have everything under control.” He pauses before continuing “They are why we keep fighting. We were chosen. Even when it gets hard, especially then, we need to keep fighting. We can’t control the future, but we can control our actions which create the future. Don’t do it for Lorna, do it for your child.”

Their child. Those damn frost sisters don’t care who dies in their quest for dominance. Death doesn’t destroy hate, it produces more. He doesn’t want a future of hate for their child.

“Your right.” Turning away from the window he examines John more closely. He looks like he hasn’t slept, stress lining his face. “Where do we go from here?”

“We rebuild what we lost. A new HQ, new supplies and intel. From the ground up we rebuild the network. Like you said, it’s the people not the place.”

“I did say that didn’t I? It feels like so long ago.” Standing slowly to his feet, shaking out the stiffness he turns to John. “Let’s do it. If you need a break I can take over.”

John shakes his head “Nah, I’ve got a few hours left in me. Are you good?”

Extending a hand to his friend Marcos pulls him to his feet. With a little help from John himself. “Yeah I’m good. Better than I was. Thanks.”

“No problem. Remember your not alone. And Caitlyn made you some soup. It’s got noodles and stuff in it. Pretty sure there’s still some left. Reed tried to get seconds before being scolded,” John laughed at the memory “and Clarice has been worried.”

“You never mentioned what happened there. So you and Clarice?”

“Mmhmm” John murmurs noncommittally but Marcos can see the slight tinge of red deepening his tan skin.

Leaving John alone for the moment, he asks “Have you heard anything about her?” He can’t forget her, it would be like forgetting how to use his ability.

Shaking his head, Marcos knows the answer before he speaks the words. “No. We don’t have the access to the same information without our software, but we haven’t heard anything. Sorry.”

Trying to brush it off, he can think about it later. Now he needs to do something. “So the soup. Is it good?”

“The best!” John grins.

Together they leave, invest themselves again into creating a future they can be proud of. They might not win this war but now is not the time to admit defeat. Defeat doesn’t bring change. They were chosen so they will fight. Even if it’s an uphill battle.

So a funny thing happened this morning....

I was ahead of schedule on my way in to work, so I stopped to get breakfast at a Wawa (a popular chain of large convenience stores/gas stations on the US east coast).

As I was coming out, a small crow wheeled right over my head and perched on the corner of the awning in front of the store. He puffed his feathers and shook out his wings and regarded me with one bright black eye. I know a messenger when I see one, so I minded my manners…and ignored the odd looks from the people around me.

Me: Good morning.

Crow: -polite caw-

Me: -taking a piece of donut from my bag- Would you like some breakfast?

Crow: -tips his head the other way and flaps a few times-

Me: Here you go. -tosses the piece onto the ground just below the awning-

Crow: -hesitates, looking between me and the bit of pastry-

Me: It’s all right, it’s for you. -takes a step back for good measure- Go ahead.

Crow: GRAWK! -glides down from the awning, pecks up the snack, and wheels once over my car before flying off-

Me: Give my regards to your mistress, fella.

Lady in the next parking space: …..What kinda Halloweentown shit was that?

Me: -big smile- Any witch worth their salt knows you should always be polite to crows. -hops into car and goes on to work-

Random Wilderness Encounters (1d100)

Here’s a complete list of my Wilderness Encounters (#1-5)! After this I’ll be posting Random Town Encounters. If you guys want other environments let me know! (Ocean, Island, Mountain, Underworld, ???)

[1] A friendly stray dog appears, when asked to speak the dog has a lot to share
[2] Materializing out of thin air, a magician appears claiming one of the party members is their long lost cousin. Surely this must be a mistake?
[3] The sky above turns into a strange hue, birds begin flying in strange patterns in response
[4] Copper sign on a large oak tree warns of a dangerous beast that hunts in the area
[5] Strange traveling merchant appears selling exotic fish and unique magical spices. They’re desperate for loyal customers, surely this won’t be the last the party sees of them
[6] There is a shift in the aura, the party have crossed into a large-scale summoning circle
[7] A faint tune is heard, a pleasant and somewhat familiar whistling. But only half of the party can hear it
[8] The trees appear to be sickly, covered in an acidic substance. The source of the infection lies deeper within the woods. It is hungry
[9] Ruins of an abandoned town lie before you, only a few decades old. What awaits within the shadows?
[10] A strange marketplace is stationed near a spring, all the merchants seem to be friendly but you can’t help but feel like something suspicious is going down…
[11] The temperature drops to an insanely low degree almost immediately. Destroyed trees and earth lie ahead covered in ice crystals and blood
[12] A carriage rides toward you in the distance, the driver smiles and waves. As they pass by, a tied up body wriggles and falls out of the carriage
[13] Pointed plant spurs shower the party attaching to their clothes, they are difficult to remove and grow in size very rapidly
[14] The aroma of baked goods floods your nose, it’s rich and enticing. A colossal sized monster is baking goods in a makeshift oven near a river
[15] Goblins camping on a hill loudly argue about a dishonest game of cards. Looks like their betting pool is full of interesting treasure
[16] Forest spirits glow and awaken as the party enters their domain. The spirits offer a safe way through the forest as long as they promise not to steal any of the enchanted flowers within
[17] A wounded Minotaur rests against a tree slipping in and out of consciousness
[18] Blessed by a beautiful night, the party gaze upon a shooting star. It glows brightly, increasing with size as it makes contact with the earth itself not too far away
[19] Travel is pleasant until the party notices their packs seem to be lessening in weight
[20] Twin travelers, no more than 6 years of age, approach the party lost and scared. They refuse to let anyone open up their knapsacks
[21] A band of muggers attack the party, they are completely drunk and can barely hold a dagger
[22] It seems you’ve stumbled onto the hidden base of an Alchemist, strange abominations infused with Chromatic Orbs guard the premise
[23] “Huh. That’s weird, did that plant just move or was it just me?”
[24] While scavenging for food, you stumble upon an adorable but frightened rabbit. Every time it sneezes it changes forms, starting with Owlbear
[25] An abandoned grain mill provides some convenient shelter for the night. Inside the mill the party discover a complex mechanical endoskeleton, the rusted metal gears creak uneasily
[26] Nearby, a crowd has gathered around a clay golem without a master. The crowd watches, enchanted as the golem paints masterpieces. The paint has a strange property…
[27] Two Monsters are locked in combat, bloodied and breathing heavily. It seems their glorious duel is one of honor, maybe bet on a winner?
[28] A Dragon flies overhead holding onto a hoard of gold and treasures. A sudden change in direction causes a piece of their treasure to fall
[29] Dozens of fish with human legs crawl out of a lake. This school of peculiar fish seem to be on a mission
[30] Rock music is heard in the distance followed by bouts of cheering, strange aromas fill the air. It seems you are approaching a Music Festival
[31] You’ve wandered onto the premises of a camp for young Wizards. A Wizarding tournament is taking place and things get very dangerous, very fast
[32] A cobblestone bridge stretches across a deep ravine. An Orc guarding the bridge demands you pay the toll, fortunately it is very small. After crossing the bridge you simply cannot remember where you are or where you’re going- Oh, a hey! A bridge! (And repeat)
[33] A Mage stands in front of an unfinished tower. Upon seeing the party, they ask for assistance
[34] A few hundred feet ahead, a strange house on wheels attached to two horses is parked on the side of the road. The house is somewhat destroyed but a sign on the roof is visible, “The Legendary Vagabond’s Sensational Creature Exhibit”
[35] The ground below rumbles as a Monster emerges catching one of the party members in their teeth
[36] In the center of the forest clearing, an abandoned field of flowers sway. These strange flowers are growing out the decayed body of a Dryad
[37] A wild chicken jumps out of the bushes, it’s beak covered in blood. Surely this chicken is no threat, right?
[38] Seated beside the river shore, an ethereal creature weeps. They reveal themselves as a Demigod with daddy issues
[39] Hungrily, a non-traditional Chimera stalks the party. The beast is stitched together poorly
[40] Inside the log of a fallen tree lies a poorly concealed treasure chest full of stolen loot. I’m sure nobody will mind if we take it?
[41] Mysterious beasts occupy a dark hollow inside a hill, they want to play a bizarre game with promise of a grand reward
[42] A sleeping Cyclops presents an awkward obstacle for the party, sleeping on the path. Nothing seems to be waking them and going around them is dangerous due to the environment
[43] A nearby earthquake collapses the ground, revealing some glowing ore
[44] Rotted flora is everywhere, upon further inspection this rot spreads out for miles
[45] Wonderful! A village! Oh and everyone here is so nice… New mayors? Oh no, you must be mistaken! Oh, you’re certain? Well then
[46] Lightning strikes the ground creating a dimensional rift. Certain conditions must have been met for this to have happened. Why not investigate?
[47] Faint, indescribable sounds are heard from every direction. As you leave the dense foliage you discover beasts and Monsters of all types in cages. Welcome to the zoo
[48] Little miss spider sips on some cider, eating her curds and whey. Along came the party, all powerful and hearty who scared miss spider away… You guys should probably apologize
[49] A few tattered shacks sit beside the open road, nothing of interest is found within. The only thing to note is that they seem to be breathing…
[50] Something straight out of Monster Factory is now stalking the party. Are they friend or foe?
[51] A poet down on their luck bumps into the party. Did I mention they’re a Beholder? Let’s hope somebody can inspire this beast, or else
[52] Just outside the village a group of angsty Bards are practicing their instruments. Their music is loud and dangerous, they don’t seem to understand a thing about Bardic magic
[53] The coolest wizard you’ve ever seen dogsleds past your crew, spraying them with glittering ice. Did I mention it’s summer?
[54] Just ahead, you see a ruined castle covered in moss and vines overlooking a quiet lake
[55] Looks like a small creature has found its way into someone’s pack. This menace has eaten all of your rations and drank all of their booze!
[56] YUCK! A swarm of bugs have gotten the best of your party. Fortunately, only one of you was bitten. Unfortunately, it looks like now they’ve developed a new, very unfortunate allergy
[57] Blistering heat has rendered your whole party sweaty and exhausted, movement is quite difficult. I sure hope some baddies don’t show up right now
[58] The unluckiest member of your party has their luck turned around, they found a precious jewel lodged in the dirt. They feel inspired
[59] The unluckiest member of your party continues their trend of haplessness, they find a precious jewel lodged in the dirt. It whispers to them at night, haunting their dreams
[60] After a hearty sleep the party awaken to find that they’ve been sleeping on top of a buried tomb
[61] A large scale battle is taking place, bodies everywhere. Wait, this doesn’t seem to be a battlefield but a serious LARP session
[62] Rusted weapons have been lazily discarded into a sunken pit. As the party approaches they discover this heap of weapons is actually somebody, or something’s collection
[63] A drunken Necromancer attempts to impress the party by casting hazardous spells
[64] Arrows fire at the party from behind. Someone’s been hired to take them out
[65] For the past few hours you’ve felt as if someone has been watching you from afar. A Druid has been tracking your party. Outsiders are rare in this forest
[66] A group Merchants are completely lost. Neither of them can remember anything from their past
[67] Religious statues are placed haphazardly around the area, nothing is out of the ordinary until the sun goes down
[68] Dozens of animated skeletons are exercising and doing some really intense yoga
[69] Beside a babbling brook, a young cow drinks alone. They’re irresistibly adorable
[70] An uneventful day of travel, the weather is calm the trees are- THUD! WHAT THE- The party leader has bumped into something invisible
[71] All metal objects are intensely pulled toward an unknown source. Steel weapons and armor don’t stand a chance
[72] It appears resting on that rock was quite the mistake. The stone rumbles and animates, grumpy and combative
[73] Meditating on floating chunks of earth is a powerful looking Monk. They claim to have been awaiting the party’s arrival. The Monk issues a challenge, a test of strength
[74] You’ve somehow stumbled onto a delightful Toad farm. Do you think a Witch lives around here or is there just a Toad enthusiast in these parts?
[75] The morning sun stirs you awake to an unexpected scene. You and your friends have been tied up and kidnapped, seated in the back of a caravan. It smells oddly of pickled vegetables
[76] A fishing contest is being held at the lake. The grand prize is a shockingly large sum of currency
[77] It is a moonless night, travel is nearly impossible. As the party decide to sleep for the night, glowing is seen in the distance. When investigated the glowing creature is seemingly friendly and it attempts to guide the party through the night
[78] Forest fairies are holding a festival for their gods, they invite the party to join
[79] ACHOO! The pollen in the air is really strong… Wait… Are those trees growing or are we shrinking? Of course we’re shrinking! Why wouldn’t we be shrinking!?
[80] In order to pass through this forest unharmed you must answer the goddess’s riddle. Unfortunately for the party she speaks a dead language, they hear only strange whispers
[81] A group of Goblins attack! After giving them a good licking you run into them again. And again… And again. Maybe we should just make peace with these dorks
[82] Introduce the most ridiculous NPC and have them stuck in some quicksand. Really let their character shine through, whether they are stupidly entertaining or horribly unbearable
[83] A strange light glows in the distance on top of a mountain. Is this a sign of good fortune or something much more sinister?
[84] A lone child plays the flute in the forest, they appear almost ethereal. It is a haunting melody
[85] Shattered Gargoyles sit in an overgrown garden, a treasure chest lies among the rubble
[86] Pick your favorite Cryptid and make them canonical to your world. Have the beast stalk the party for mysterious cryptic reasons. And yes, the Loch Ness Monster is an excellent choice
[87] The forest clearing leads to a crystal clear freshwater lake. In the depths of the water something terrifying is waiting to be discovered
[88] Two hyper intelligent, talking rabbits stop the party in their tracks. All they request are some books to read
[89] A tree, twice as tall as the others appears to be growing… Weapons? (All of those are cursed, of course)
[90] Next to the road, a group of Archaeologists are taking dirt samples. They’re convinced they will find some buried artifacts in the area. They are willing to pay a ridiculous sum of money if you give them some assistance, just as long as you keep this whole thing to yourselves
[91] Resting through the night was very pleasant for the party leader. When they attempt to greet their comrades, they have found themselves in a bed a long ways away from their resting point
[92] Dried up lake beds and decaying trees among a field of animal bones. You have reached the outside of a Necromancer’s circle
[93] Orcs with a sense of humor attempt to prank the party. Their prank is perfectly harmless, it involves just a little bit of bottled unicorn piss
[94] Travel is impossible on this moonless night. Unfortunately, sleeping until morning does not solve the situation, nighttime persists indefinitely
[95] A colorful formation on the side of the mountain piques your interest. Inside lies the abandoned home of a giant and it is full of unique treasure. Let’s just hope something else hasn’t taken residence within the forgotten halls
[96] Tons of bubblegum covers the roads, it is awful to travel through. The source of this mishap is a young Wizard with a sweet tooth
[97] Crashed into the side of a plateau, a metallic construct with strange markings and glowing lights. Surely this isn’t an actual extraterrestrial?
[98] While foraging for food, the party find a path of mushrooms leading into a dense Fungal Forest. Rare and undiscovered fungi grow within
[99] The most obnoxious bard in the world joins the party at their campfire. They claim to be weak and in need of good company, offering booze to win them over. Did I mention this bard is an infamous necromancer on the run? Yeah, that might be important to know
[100] Have you ever heard of the Adventure Zone? Well, Taako, Magnus and Merle have suddenly found themselves into your campaign. They are completely lost

daddykaos563  asked:

Is there a step by step guide to build a village, town or city for a DND game? I have trouble getting my ideas down on paper. I feel a guide may help.

This is how I make mine:

  • Pick if I want it to be coastal, in a forest, desert, etc.
  • Pick a cool name.
  • Decide if this town is mostly for passing through, or if major things are happening here.
  • Decide if they’re cut off from other towns or near others.
  • Decide on population, race majorities and minorities.
  • Pick how the town makes money, what are its imports and exports if any.
  • Who is the leader? How do people like them?
  • What is the towns major problem? Starvation, rats, monsters, etc?
  • How strict are the guards? Do the villagers trust outsiders? Do they hate any race or class?
  • Come up with a bar, inn, weapon, and armor shop name and staff for each. If they’re known for anything, what are they known for?
  • How does this town get along with outsiders/other towns?
  • Any well known locals? What are their names, what are they known for?
  • If your players are good, evil, or neutral how would the townsfolk react? How would your players react here?

A lot of times some of this info is never asked about from my players. I recycle and use that info for other towns if need be. Half the time no one asks about the armor shop, or the potions shop. But its nice info to have on hand.

I also sometimes make mini flash cards detailing the important bits like:

Inn: Sleepy Fellow. Run by Ma. 5 copper a night. Worlds best pillows, they’re always stolen. Ma is sick n tired of it and will gut any thieves.

Here are some little extra tips and tools, too.

  • Plan your city around your landscape. If its a thin and spindly island, you’re not going to have a ton of open space. If the city is in a desert, there are probably very tall walls to keep the sand from blowing in, or the houses might be below ground, etc.
  • Here is a cool map maker to help visualize things.
  • Think about what you’d typically find in a town. Inn, bar, and leather working shops will be basically anywhere. Larger towns will for sure have armor, weapons, potions, etc. Farmer’s markets, hospitals, etc. are also usually present.
  • What kind of town is it? Is it peaceful, do they forage and lack trade routes? Is the town large, have a large guard presence?
  • How does the town make their money? Hunting, gathering, self sustaining, making crafts?
  • I use this sometimes to give me town ideas. I don’t really hit generate tbh, just the options alone help me out a lot.
  • How can your town serve the quest[s] and your players? Is it the main place where quests are given/done? If so, it might need to be more fleshed out. If they’re just passing by you don’t need a lot of detail. Maybe just one quirk or two to make each town unique. e.g. “Every Thursday is bring your pet to work day” for the local guards.
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Logan Howlett x Reader, angsty fluff. 

“Breath, you idiot.” Logan muttered as he cradled your body in his arms. “Come on, kid.”

Your eyes remained closed, arms limped at your side. Logan’s heart raced and he cursed under his breath just as the Blackbird appeared from the sky, landing down a few yards away.

“About damn time,” Logan stood up with you in his arms and raced toward the aircraft. He was supposed to protect you, but he had turned his back and you were hit in the chest. The bleeding hadn’t stopped and a sinking feeling came over the man. It was stupid, he had promised himself never to get close to another person again. But then you walked right into the mansion, all attitude and grace, knocked him on his ass once while dueling and he felt himself slip. After so many years, he had let you in. And now you were dying in his arms and there was nothing he could do, except hope and shit he didn’t have much of that left in him.

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Jimin and Jungkook on their own and together and the 3As

This is continuation of my thoughts on this post (Part 2):

Disclaimer: These are my own thoughts. I am not attacking any ship in any way. So If you support another ship and happen to see this post please know that I respect everyone’s opinion and I would always fight for the right it to be voiced, even if I don’t share it. I simply want to talk about some things I have been contemplating (and hear different points of view on them as well). Feel free to ignore any part you don’t agree with and let’s be gentle and civil with each other!

About Jimin: one look at my blog and you would know he is my bias. He has been ever since I saw him in BS&T and he snatched me by the hair into his lane. Since then I’ve been a loyal stan (mostly, Disrespect-Kook almost wrecked me with his body rolls at Mic Drop Dance break MAMA2017). All the Bangtan boys are wonderful and deserve all the love in the world, but to me JM is just special. Maybe it’s his precious smile, his dual personality, his sweet and caring nature; maybe I connect with his journey of self-acceptance and love. I don’t fully know myself .

Anyhow, I know we all love the boys but it is important to remember that we don’t actually really fully know them! Something that should definitely be kept in mind when talking about things like sexuality and what not. Basically this is just a harmless analysis, no need to get too serious about it!

Now onto the analysis itself:

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Lewis Arts Complex at Princeton University by Steven Holl Architects 

According to the architects:

The program for The Lewis Center for the Arts includes, a theatre and dance building, an arts building, and a music building with instrumental rehearsal and practice rooms. All three buildings are integrated in a forum below ground. The project aims to create a new campus gateway; shaping campus space while maximizing porosity and movement from all sides.

Idk why I’m getting notices about Kardashian drama through yahoo but let me just say if you think Rob was in anyway right or funny to share nude photos of Chyna without her consent to get revenge on her you are a disgusting piece of garbage and should be ashamed.

I hope she presses charges and drags his sorry ass below ground.

Hogwarts houses + alternative common rooms

Gryffindor common room — located in Gryffindor Tower, through the Fat Lady’s portrait.

Slytherin common room — located in Slytherin Dungeon, below ground level beyond a stone wall.

Ravenclaw common room — located inRavenclaw Tower, beyond a bronze eagle-shaped knocker that poses a riddle.

Hufflepuff common room — located in Hufflepuff Basement, below ground level behind a stack of barrels near the kitchens.

Humans are Weird: Skydiving

Throwing yourself off a plane, at a high altitude, relying only on a large sheet of cloth to save you from going splat on the ground far, FAR, FAR below.

Sounds like a perfect activity to show your easily scared alien companion!


“Human Bob, why are we inside this aircraft and why are we dressed in these odd suits?”

“I’ve already told you Trilli, once we had shore leave, I was going to take you skydiving.”

“Yes, about that, you still haven’t explained what “skydiving” is.“

“Well Trilli, if I explained it to you we’d have another roller coaster incident on our hands.”


“Well, that was loud.”

Robert, I swear if I die from this, I will become an ectoplasmic wraith and haunt you for the rest of your natural life!

“Look at you Trilli, picking up on human threats!”


“Trilli, relax, I’m here. Everything is going to be okay.”

Attention passengers, we have reached the drop zone

“What did the voice mean by “drop zone”? Why is the door of the aricraft opening!?WHAT MADNESS HAVE YOU DRAGGED ME INTO!?

“Well Trilli, now you know why your suit is connected to mine.”



“Human Bob, why is Trilli clutching onto you with all four of their arms?”

“Well Xarn, that is something I’d like to call the skydiving incident.“

Proud of Your Boy - Jason Todd x Batmom

If there’s one thing that Jason regrets about how his life turned out was that he disappointed you. You and Bruce had taken him in when he was just a street rat stealing to survive. Bruce was the closest thing that he had to a father and you, you were a mother to him in every way but blood.

When he died you were absolutely devastated. Jason didn’t like to imagine what it must have been like for you to lose him, your son. When he came back, there were times that he wanted to go to you, to be your son again but he was wild and angry. He lost sight of the person he had been and became someone that no mother could take pride in.

When he came back to Gotham as the Red Hood, Jason knew Bruce must have told you about all that he had done. When he thought about what you must think about what he’s done, shame clenched at his throat.

He wanted to do better for you.

Jason didn’t want to come home after all these years only to have you look at him like your son was still dead. Jason was determined to shape up before he allowed himself to beg for your forgiveness.

Jason had been in Gotham for almost a year working as the Red Hood alongside his brothers when Bruce finally started talking to him again. He could tell by the way Bruce interacted with him that he still had a long way to go though. It would never be the same between Jason and his adoptive parents but he wanted to mend what had been broken.

After a long night of patrol, Dick pulled Jason aside to talk to him while the others had already disappeared.

“You should go see, Mom.” Dick encouraged. “She asks about you all the time. She misses you man.” Dick said. Jason crossed his arms over his chest and trained his gaze to the ground below his feet.

He knew he would have to face you eventually. But he wasn’t sure if he was ready, if you would be ready to come to terms that he wasn’t the little boy you had raised anymore.

“She was devastated when you died, you know? She didn’t speak for two months, Jason. Not a word. You owe it to her to at least let her see you.” Dick continued. When Jason didn’t respond, he huffed and turned away from him. “She’s your mom too. You could at least pretend to care.”

Dick’s words really ate at Jason over the next couple of days. He decided it was was time for him to start making up for all the lost years. He stopped by the manor one day when Bruce was at the office. You were quietly humming to yourself while you were reading in the library. Jason hesitated briefly, wondering if he really had any right to see you. Before he had the chance to leave he cleared his throat to get your attention.

“Hi, Ma.” He said hesitantly. You looked up and stared wide eyed at him.

“Jason.” You said, your voice cracking with emotion.

“I’m sorry, Ma. I’m sorry for everything.” Jason started. There were so many things he wanted to say to you. He almost didn’t know where to start. “I know I’ve been a shitty son and I probably should have told you this a long time ago but I’m trying to be better. I know there’s no good reason you should believe me, not yet at least, and I’m not perfect like Dad or you but I’m trying Ma. I really am. I’m gonna make you proud one day, Ma.” Jason said before staring at the ground.

He had to admit being here with you again made him feel like that small rebellious kid again.  Jason vaguely heard you set your book down and walk over to where he stood awkwardly in the doorway.

“I am proud of you, Jason.” You said tilting his head so that his eyes met yours. Tears spilled over your eyes and your lip quivered slightly against your sad smile. Jason stood up and engulfed you in a tight hug. After all these years he felt different in your arms.

“I love you, Ma.” He whispered, sounding like the poor vulnerable boy that you had taken into your arms so long ago.


anonymous asked: Can you do a fic like the clock tower one where reader falls off a building or something a peter is trapped and he just watches her fall, he thinks shes dead, gets beat up by the villian of choice since hes depressed and shit,,, but little does he know Tony Stark saved her? (and please, can reader not be an avenger or starks daughter, just a regular teenage girl who knows and has a relationship with stark based through peter??) sorry if that made no sense?

author’s note: this probably isn’t what you wanted but i tried my best so thank you for requesting lovely! Xx

i listened to this while writing this :)

The fight between Peter and the vulture had been going on for quite some time now and neither one of them was close to winning or losing. It had first started in an alleyway which had soon let out too a rooftop on top of one of the tallest building in Queens.

The vulture had tried to shoot at Peter with one of the guns he had but Peter had managed too dodge every single one off the shots being aimed at him, and he carelessly shot his web out from his arm ripping the weapon away from the winged man so it flew off the rooftop and landed on the sidewalk below it shattering it into multiple pieces.

This seemed to have infuriated the man as he now came flying towards Peter at an unearthly speed. Peter only managing last minute to jump over him and land on the building completely unharmed.

But the door that lead onto the rooftop suddenly flung open distracting Peter so much that in the few seconds he had turned to look at it the vulture had managed to grab him by his neck and slam him down onto the ground below them.

He then started throwing Peter around like a rag doll until he was soon almost too weak to stand on his own two feet. He had blood dripping down from his lower lip and his face was covered in bruises and scars.

The both off them had been to distracted to notice you when you had walked onto the rooftop and you had been standing there for a solid five minutes watching your boyfriend get beat up and you had no idea what the hell you were going to do.

But when you saw the vulture come towards Peter’s bruised body again you panicked and not knowing what else to do you did the first thing that came into your mind. So you cried out a desperate “stop!” gaining both of the mens attention.

Peter had let out a strangled no as he prayed to god the man wouldn’t try to use you against him but as he now came towards you Peter tried his best to pull himself back up only to have his arms and legs completely give out on him.

“This oughta teach you not to mess with my business again” The vulture smiled down at Peter before swiftly picking you up and without hesitation throwing you over the edge of the building sending you plummeting down and towards your death.

Peter had screamed out a strangled sob at the action, blood spilling out off his mouth as he tried to drag himself towards the edge only to have the vulture fly towards him again lifting him up off the ground before slamming him back onto the hard concrete as hard as he possibly could.

Peter groaned rolling over to his side but before he could do anything else he was slammed into the ground once again, this time harder and more painful than the last time.

Again he tried to stand up, but didn’t even manage to lift his arm up before he was roughly thrown at the metal door that had lead you out and onto the rooftop.

The flying man then grabbed Peter by his collar and repeatedly punched him in the face not giving him any chance to grieve or save his loved one. Peter didn’t try to fight him back or stop him since he had nothing too fight for anymore.

And as the vulture had finally decided that Peter had, had enough he left him on the rooftop and flew away with one last threat before disappearing into the dead of night as if nothing had happened.

Peter’s vision was becoming more and more blurrier and the pain he felt was increasing by the second. 

But he had to get to the edge off the building, he had too know if your lifeless body laid there but before he could reach it a shooting pain in his side sent him into a world off pain and his body not being able too handle it he passed out.

The moment your legs had left the ground and your body had been lifted up and thrown over the rooftop a gasp had left your mouth as you felt yourself fall getting dangerously close to the ground with every second that passed.

Your eyes slammed shut preparing for the impact your body would soon feel, but before you could reach the ground two metal arms managed to wrap themselves around you and you were flown up into the air.

You looked up at your savior and saw none other than the Iron Man holding you in his arms. You let out a sigh of relive as you curled up into his chest letting a few tears escape your eyes.

“Thank you” You said looking up at the man in the Iron suit. He looked down at you and gave you a small nod before looking back up continuing his way to your home.

He had dropped you off on your fire escape before flying away probably to go and help Peter which now you realized probably thought you were dead. You felt your stomach churn at the thought and prayed Tony would make it in time to save him. 

The next day had been a complete blur for you. The only thing on your mind being Peter Parker, that hadn’t shown up at school and was impossible to reach since his phone was dead.

So you had decided to ditch the rest off the day so you could inform your boyfriend that you were in fact okay—that being if Tony hadn’t already done it.

You walked towards the double doors leading out of the school and pressed yourself against them, harshly pushing them open before making your way onto the school grounds.

You had quickly managed to make your way back to Peter’s house and nervously knocking on the door you rolled back and forth on the balls of your feet and waited for someone to open the door.

But when no one did you let yourself in quietly twisting the doorknob, you peeked your head inside and there was no one there. You huffed opening the door completely and shut it behind you.

You removed your backpack from your shoulders and laid it down onto floor along with your shoes and made your way up to Peter’s room. 

You were nervous to say the least but as you now stood in front of Peter’s door you slowly opened it only to be met with complete darkness.

You could make out Peter’s figure sitting on his bed, his back facing you as he rested his head in his hands. “Aunt May I told you I wanted to be left alone” Peter said his voice just below a whisper.

“It’s not May” you said, slowly making your way towards him. His head snapped up at the sound of your angelic voice and his brown eyes met yours. “Y/N?” he asked his voice cracking as he turned around to face you.

“H-how I- i thought you were dead” Peter sobbed his quivering lips forming a thin line. He had thought that he had finally lost his mind when he saw you standing in his room after what he had witnessed last night.

“No Pete Tony he- uh saved me” You said and with that Peter ran up to you in record time and wrapped his arms around you letting himself sob into your neck.

“Hey, it’s okay I’m here, I’m right here Peter” You said blinking back your own tears as you let the poor boy cry his heart out in front of you. 

His sobs had eventually died down and he cupped your cheeks with his hands before connecting your lips with his. His lips were salty from the tears that had previously been pouring down them and he kissed you like his life depended on it.

“I thought I lost you” He mumbled when you had finally pulled away his brown eyes staring down into your Y/E/C ones. “You’re never going too lose me Pete. I’ll always be right here” You smiled resting your head on his chest.

He let his lips linger on the top of your head before you both made your way to his bed were you fell asleep in each others arms promising to never leave each other, ever.


The party consisted of two clerics (I was one of them), a paladin, and a monk, and we had been intercepted en route to the emperor’s palace by a conquest paladin:

DM: The conqueror draws a lance and his mount begins galloping towards you, somewhat jittery in the gravel covering the cliff side.

Other Cleric: I leap onto the horse as it approaches. *rolls an 8*

DM: That’s not happening. You fall to the ground and the horse tramples you. *we hear the dice roll, and he looks shocked.*

Me: What happens now?

DM: The horse stumbles and crashes to the ground, crushing you and causing a landslide. *rolls again* The conqueror tries to leap from the horse, but his ankle is caught in the stirrup and sprained, dragging the three down to the ground two hundred feet below.

And that’s how the DM’s badass recurring villain got killed in two sessions.

Title: Can’t Lose You

Pairing: Prince Sidon / Link | SidLink

Rating: Explicit

Tags: anal sex, rimming, comfort sex, shark dude loves a blondie

Summary: After a little of Link’s blood gets into a quick moving river, he and Sidon have a heart to heart about their fears of losing one another.

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Staring up at the dimming sky above him, he made a mental note in the back of his mind that perhaps he shouldn’t rush down a steep, rocky slope.

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“Crimson red in the snow”

Illustration commission for  @valde-draesia
Character “Valde”

Rain, Snow, mud, through it all she will track her prey. Day and night, one step taken for their every two. While they rest her chase continues, she is tireless in her pursuit.  Those targeted will never find rest, nor respite, until the ground below her boots runs as red as the fury in her heart, as the blood that covers her hand.
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