line and trap

i spent too much time on this– so I’ve been toying with the idea of an RPG!AU! Despite the fact that I know next to nothing about D&D or fantasy/RPG settings… (fhkdjs blame my nerris muse for this…) The colours are in no way final, either. Preston gave me a hell of a time…

They’re all older as well! Anywhere from mid-late teens/early-20s. I have most of the cast’s classes and alignments sorted out; I would’ve started out with the main 3, but Max and Nikki are harder for me to nail a design for.  Hit me up if you’ve got some thoughts on this or would like to know about the other characters before I draw them!

I’ll put all my current headcanons for these 3 under the cut ↓ ↓ ↓ (Classes are loosely based on the many from D&D, but I wanted to keep things flexible so m(_ _)m) 

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Is someone waiting for next page? Cause I’m working on it… slowly. Very slowly… like “aaaaaa”.

That will be the first chapter… pretty short one.
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Oh, man… It took me too much time for all the characters and their suits/dresses design.
There are… 13 characters! 13! OMG… what was I thinking about?!
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Yeah, that’s only a sketch. MB the final version will be very different… in general it works like this.

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Hello there! I’d love to read a lotta comics in Webtoon, provided by NAVER LINE. Here are my favorite comics, romance genre, with full of love:
1. Cheese in the Trap by Seokwoo (will be in drama soon!)
2. Where Tangents Meet by @instantmiso (find the new experience while reading this comic!)
3. Orange Marmalade by Soonkki
4. Untouchable by massstar
5. The Stories of Those Around Me by Omyo
6. Salty Studio by Omyo

Happy reading and falling in love!

Just Tonight

This is my contribution to @wheresthekillswitch​ and @emilywritesaboutdean​ “Do It Like Team Free Will” Challenge! (Hope you enjoy!)

Warnings: Smut, a bit of fluff, and waaayy too much angst.. (sorry, not sorry)

Pairing: DeanxReader

Word Count: 1990

Originally posted by zest-wincest

All I could think about was crawling into bed and forgetting this week even happened, as I pulled onto my street. I spent most of the week hunting down the ghost of woman who was killed by her husband, and then wanted revenge on any man who ever had an argument with his wife. Yeah, it’s as stupid as it sounds. Guess it doesn’t take much to send a ghost off the deep-end anymore.

I spotted his car the moment I turned down my street, it isn’t hard to miss. Groaning, I pulled into my driveway, and braced myself for wherever this conversation was going to lead.

“What do you want Dean?” I asked as I grabbed my duffel from out of the trunk.

“To talk.” He said like it was obvious.

“Fine.” I said as I unlocked the front door.

He followed me inside, past the salt line and devil’s trap I had hidden under the doormat. Well, at least it’s actually him. Throwing my bag on the couch, I turned to face him, waiting for whatever he had to say.

“Look, Y/n, I’m sorry. This past year, I’ve- I’ve screwed up, big time. I never meant for that to happen.” He apologized.

“Yet, here we are, Dean. What do you expect from me? You want me to welcome you back with open arms? Well, sorry, I’m fresh out of those.” I said, folding my arms across my chest.

“I wish I could take everything back, I really do, Sweetheart.” He stepped forward, “I didn’t know what else to do. Sam was gone, you shut me out. Lisa was my only option.”

“No. She wasn’t. She was the easiest option.” I shook my head. I wasn’t angry, not anymore. “Dean, I didn’t shut you out. You shut me out. For days, I tried to get you to talk, about anything, but you weren’t having any of it. Then one day, you say you’re going to grab food, and you never came back. That was low, using the same line my father used when he abandoned me and my mother. I was devastated. Don’t try and justify it, you knew what you were saying when you left.”

“I know. I’m sorry, that was the worst thing I could have done-”

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The balloon squad are so beautiful. 

They are translating a book into numerous languages. They are tracing back to their native languages. They are tapping into popular culture. Reaching into indigenous traditions and their value for keeping their mother tongue. The French football mention is so important, because the French were revolutionary in their racial diversity in their football team. Like honestly I studied Zinedine Zidane at university during my History degree. They are just switching back and forth so interchangeably. Brown people are powerful. They trace their own line. Not trapped between two cultures. But freed by the liberty to declare their own unique multifaceted identity. This is the beauty of multiculturalism. 

Demon Inside

A demon!Dean x Reader / smut

@winchester-writes

Originally posted by gurl

A/N: To my new, sweet, fellow demon!Dean loving friend, Rose - here is your Galentine’s Day fic! I hope you love it, because I wrote it just for you and I threw a little bit of angst in there. Enjoy babe! Big thanks, as always, to @balthazars-muse for being a kickass beta! xo

Word Count: 3,724

Warnings:
- language
- without ruining it for Rose, this is porn. utter filth. do not read any further if you don’t want to read about any types of sexual situations.
- always wear a condom kiddos, even with sexy demons.

Tags: @abaddonwithyall@kittenofdoomage @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid @kayteonline @oriona75 @manawhaat @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog@fvckinpayno @latinenglishfandomblog @salvachester
* sorry if I missed anyone. I am terrible at tagging.

*gifs are not mine.

“Please just keep an eye on him, Y/N,” Sam said in a low whisper, the noise sounding so loud in the empty, dark hallway it startled you. He placed his hand on your shoulder and leaned down so he was perfectly eye level with you. “For me?”

You shifted your feet and looked up into Sam’s beautiful, tired eyes. You had both been through so much in such a short time, and you wondered when the last time was he slept.

“You know I can’t be around him like that, Sam.”

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“…just one sprained ankle away from literally dying. And that’s a risk I’m willing to accept.” Video by @argonautphoto (Aaron Huey). Miki Collins and her dog team on a subsistence trap line that runs deep into #DenaliNationalPark, Alaska. Miki and her sister Julie inherited the trap line (which existed long before the National Park) from a long line of trappers who also lived off the land in this remote land of kettle lakes, winding rivers, and winters that regularly dip down to -50 or below.

The power is out in our neighborhood because a massive oak tree fell across the road, took out like basically every power line, and has trapped half the people who live on this dead end street. Including mom and me. It’s very exciting, we should be at cannibalism and trash can fires within 24 hours.

Ficlet: Q and A

Author’s Note: Happy Star Wars Day! A present from me to you, my friends, in recognition of this auspicious occasion. May the Fourth be with you!


“Do you know what I want?” she said, her hair trailing down her shoulders in a recently-unbraided mess.

She sat in the Falcon’s cockpit, in the captain’s seat. Her bare feet hung over the side of the chair and she looked up at him with a small smile. He leaned over the back of the chair, folded his arms over the top. The starfield behind her was transcendent, sure, but something about the way this devastating woman so freely took over the space she inhabited was beyond his capacity to understand.

“What’s that?” he asked.

She shifted onto her knees and leaned in until her chin rested on his folded arms. Her eyes were playful and mischievous as she looked up at him. “I want you to tell me what made you come back to Yavin 4.”

“You what?” he said, immediately confused. Wasn’t she looking at him with her bedroom eyes? Wasn’t she smiling at him like she knew every damn secret in the universe and she was doling them out at her convenience? Wasn’t this conversation going to end in their bunk? Wasn’t it?

“Why did you come back to Yavin 4 ten years ago?”

His eyes shifted to look at the starfield he’d dismissed earlier. To starboard was the looming moon in question, behind it the gas giant planet. Whirling around the moon was a smooth line of Death Star debris trapped in orbit. He’d helped create that debris ring a decade ago, before this woman in front of him had been his wife and the mother of their children. Before they’d helped destroy the galactic order. Before they’d fought an insane war. Before they’d won the insane war.

Why had he come back?

Han shifted his eyes back to Leia’s, considered her question. There were lots of reasons. Because he personally didn’t like the idea of space stations that could destroy whole planets. Because he’d watched an old man sacrifice his life for a kid he’d barely known. Because he had felt Chewie’s eyes on him from the moment they’d left the Alliance hangar bay.

Because it’d been the right thing to do.

“I don’t know,” he finally said, looking at her. “But I’m sure glad I did.”

Barry Allen OF 2017 KILLED Iris west
  • Barry Allen fans, do NOT read this post because it's not kind to Barry, thank you.
  • Anti Barry Allen fans, open minded/grey era fans if you would like me explaining this more then read on, if not then just ignore the post.
  • I will be using the proper tags, so please NO attacks on me for simply sharing my opinion, thank you.
  • Let's get to it.
  • Barry Allen of 2017, is the one who killed Iris west not savitar and here's why:
  • Let's look back at the end of S1, when ebaord Thawn was just about to kill Barry (for breaking his promise) Eddie sacrificed himself and shot himself in the heart to stop thawn from killing Barry which worked because as we all know Ebaord is a future decent of Eddie, so Eddie made a very simple conclusion if he dies, Ebaord doesn't exist anymore.
  • Now back to S3, the second Barry finally figured out(because even though he's a CI, he's so very slow) that savitar is his future self, he could have done the same thing Eddie did, because if he dies then savitar doesn't come to be. Now some of you might say "well, we can't be sure that it will work that way" but episode 3x21 proved that whatever happens to 2017 Barry, savitar Barry is effected the same way, thus if 2017 Barry dies = savitar Barry dies as well, easy salutation to the problem they've been worrying about all season long.
  • Don't like that one? How about Barry cripples himself on purpose and loses the ability to walk, let alone have speed powers? thus savitar Barry will be crippled as well and he won't be able to kill Iris, too harsh? Ok how bout Barry gets rid of his powers forever/for good and destroys any machine that could possibly give him his powers back? thus savitar loses his powers forever/for good as well, or how about Barry takes the flash of earth 3 place being trapped in the speed force (reliving your worst moments over & over again) and this messes up savitar Barry time line, because he will be trapped way earlier than he was?
  • These are just few theories/opinions on how Barry 2017 could have defeated savitar Barry, all of them if you hadn't notice requires Barry 2017 selflessly sacrificing his self or his happiness one way or the other, but these things didn't even cross his mind when he said he's welling to do anything/everything to save Iris which SHOULD include sacrificing himself or his happiness to save her life, but Barry 2017 just like savitar Barry cares more about his survival above all, he cares about getting whatever he wants even if it at the cost of others, deep down Barry 2017 only cares about Barry and NO one else just like Savitar cares about his survival.
  • So in my opinion, 2017 Barry Allen KILLED Iris west NOT savitar, because he did NOT do everything/anything in his power to save her, if he truly lied her more than he loves himself, he would have killed himself the second he figured out savitar is just future Barry just like Eddie did back in S1, and he killed himself to save/protect Iris from his future great grandson
  • So please don't tell me 2017 Barry is not at fault because he's 100% the reason Iris died and since Savitar is just his future self, he's totally 100% no question the READON Iris west of dead