save me if you see me

I am the gm for a 5E D&D game, just using the Mines of Phandelver as a base and adding my own things to it. The party had decided to visit neverwinter to get supplies and gather information on the next part of the quest and the halfling ranger of the group decided they wanted to learn how to rouge and was following some dwarvish theives into a sewer to ask for lessons. The rest of the party were in a pub across town and telling everyone about the dragon they had just killed and getting pissed.

ME - ‘Ok, so the air is filled with a thick cloying smell, you can barely breath in this place. Roll a constitution saving throw.’ /player passed/ ‘Right so you manage to not throw up with the scent of shit, though you are struggling to breath a bit, what do you want to do.’

Ranger - 'I wanna roll perception, see if i can trail these dwarves.’

Me - 'Right.’ /crit fail/ 'Ok, so you can see bugger all, its pitch black and the only source of light is coming through the open sewer cover above you.’

Ranger - 'Oh…can i try again of i get some more light?’

Me - 'Sure…go ahead.’

Ranger - 'Right so im gonna light one of the torches in my pack using my tinder box.’

Cue silence from the whole table as people stare at the ranger.

Me - 'Are…are you sure you want to do that?’

Ranger - 'Yea, how else am i going to see?’

And that is how the sewer system of neverwinter exploded, the halfling ranger was shot into the air, almost died, was thrown into the river and then in jail with three shit soaked and burnt dwarves while the rest of the party just laughed as the pub owner battled to keep a wave of sewage which had blown back up the holes in check and the local wizards had to band together to clean the streets with magic.

Anakin was trying to SAVE someone! HIS PREGNANT WIFE NO LESS! AFTER HIS MOTHER DIED BECAUSE HIS ASSHOLE GUARDIANS WOULDNT LET HIM SEE HER!! HE COULDNT SAVE HER SO HE FELT HE HAD TO SAVE PADME!! Thats so different from “my mom and dad dont give me enough attention let me throw a fucking tantrum and commit genocide!” Dont even speak anakins name you giant pile of excrement!


San Myshuno

RJ and Margaux return home from an early evening dinner and movie date in San Myshuno. The young couple had been spending as much time together as possible before RJ had to return to his summer internship in Oasis Springs. 

RJ:  I really wish you’d move your things in here with me, Margaux. We’ll be living together anyway after the summer is over. There’s no point in you paying rent at your place in the Arts District when you can save by living here.

Margaux laughs: RJ, it fascinates me that a man was wealthy as you are thinks about saving money!

RJ smiles: Well, I’m not wealthy…yet. My parents are. But money or not, I’d like you to live here with me. I’d like for my parents to know we’re serious. Especially when we tell them about the baby.

Margaux uncomfortable: Well, I don’t see the rush. We have time to move in and time to tell your parents about..the baby.

Don't kill yourself, please. If you’re suffering from depression and are looking for a sign to not go through with ending your life, this is it. This is the sign. We care. If you see this on your dash, reblog it. You could save a life.

About this… i know what its like to feel so alone and empty that you want to end your life and you dont even feel like you have someone to talk to, but you can count with me, if youre feeling down you can talk to me, you are not alone.

anonymous asked:

I fell in love with your Halloween headcanons, so can I request some more werewolf!gladio? Like a fic on how his s/o found about him?

My muse is making me watch Hemlock Grove and all I can think about is how hot Peter is.

Save me.

Amber To Gold: Werewolf!Gladio x Reader

His large, meaty hand encased your smaller one as you two walked through the night, following the line of streetlights hanging off of metal hooks just feet above your heads. The warm summer breeze flew past you both, kicking up litter and a few leaves to crawl around in the city streets. Inhaling, you looked up at Gladio to see him already looking at you from the corner of his eye.

“You’re not slick, I see you,” you giggled, making your boyfriend smirk.

“What? I can’t look at you?” he asked as he stopped walking.

Laughing now, Gladio brought you in by your hips to meet his lips in a soft kiss. He brought a large hand up to meet the side of your head, cupping your ear and your cheek, he pushed you back lightly as to guide you until your back was pressed against the wall.

Bringing both hands up to his thick hair, you gently yanked at the strands, earning a soft growl from the back of his throat.

Moaning into the kiss, the wind swept up around the two of you, dancing in circles and whipping hair around.

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You’re not giving yourself enough credit

And I’m not talking to Mark here, I’m talking to you, the community. After scrolling through the comments and tumblr posts after Mark’s last video, I see a lot of emotions, but the thing that stands out the most to me is people saying that Mark “saved” them. Mark, I love and respect you so much, but you did not save me. You gave me so much more than that. When I was at my lowest, couldn’t get myself out of bed, could’t eat, couldn’t smile, your videos gave me the one thing I really needed. Time. You gave me the time to get out of bed, the time to learn about myself, the time to be okay with myself. You gave me time so I could save myself, and I think that means so much more in the long run. 

So all the people out there who are saying Mark saved them (or anyone for that matter) give yourself a little more credit. You’re the one who’s there for you, you’re the one who’ll get you out of any dark time you may be in. You’re going to be the one who saves yourself in the end, and I hope that doesn’t scare you, because you are strong and you have a whole community to support you. 

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anonymous asked:

That prequel sneak peek killed me!! I can totally see Lexa or Clarke saving a little kitten during university and the other just having total heart-eyes when they see each other with the kitten. Love all of your works!

Mmmmmmm I love that—clearly whatever cat they end up with is one they’ve saved, there’s no other way! :-) And now that we have this pic of Alycia to visualize, I’m 1000% confident about your heart-eyes comment, too. 

Kaplan and Tom

[Kate] doesn’t have to convince me. You already did that.

You are important to Elizabeth, so, like it or not, you’re important to me. 

But for a war to end, both sides have to be willing to find peace.

Reddington has given me his word that he can coexist with you. Will you give me your word that you can coexist with him?

No. Because I can’t.

The only saving grace is that you will be even further away, buried in the hold of a ship somewhere in the Indian Ocean. And Liz will finally be rid of you. 

I don’t regret trying to get away from you.

I didn’t see that getting you away from her is unnecessary. All I have to do is give her the truth. 

I’d take that risk again.

Regret requires age or wisdom.

Word to the wise – before you embark on a journey of revenge, 
     dig two graves.

I understand the temptation, acting on a fine woman’s dying wish. But your quest has cost Nik Korpal his life, and persisting will put whomever you involve in harm’s way.

It’s Not Really Him

Just know that whenever you watch his videos, it’s not really him. When you see him posting things, he’s not really doing it.

He’s wearing a mask to hide the glitches.

Whenever you see the doctor, know he’s not really there to help.

The superhero isn’t really there to save you. He’s going to leave you in trouble.

All the others won’t really show up. He doesn’t want them to. He has fun making you believe that he’s gone. That he’s no longer in control.

He’s always in control.

So keep watching me. Keep your hope. It makes me stronger. It fuels me.

And when you finally realize that it’s me and not your precious boy that you’ve been watching, I’ll be too strong for you to stop me.

So… I am now aware of THREE fics posted for my challenge that I was not notified about. Please please please… If I have not clicked like (likes from @impaladreamers-mainfrigginblog) within like a day… Send me the link bc I did not see your fic.

I like, then save to my drafts. When I have a chance to read, I reblog with comment. I’m so sorry if you’ve posted and I’m not liking… I literally got only 1 tag notice all weekend.

This is also an apology for people who tag me in other stuff. I’m getting NOTHING since the update. I’m so sorry. I’m not ignoring you. I’m just… I can’t see it :(

I had the sudden urge to draw them in Elie Saab dresses (x) (x) and I JUST—-

why do they look so good they’re illegal

Murata stream update: more pretty Genos, with before & after his eyes inked in!

  • Aleister: If you bite it and you die, it's poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it's venomous.
  • Quinn: What if it bites me and it dies?
  • Grace: That means you're poisonous.
  • Jake: What if it bites itself and I die?
  • Grace: That's voodoo.
  • Raj: What if it bites me and someone else dies?
  • Grace: That's correlation, not causation.
  • Craig: What if we bite each other and neither of us die?
  • Jake: That's kinky.
  • MC: Oh my gosh.
BTS replaced you. - pt.3

[pt.1] [pt.2] [pt.3] [pt.END]

Originally posted by hobixing

“Ah… they did? What did they say?” Hongseok passes my phone to me as I read the messages I haven’t opened for the last few hours. Seeing them still hurt because it still feels insincere, as if I was alone in this friendship. 

“Are you going to reply?” Hongseok asked while taking one of my hand in his from under the blanket. It was barely even 6am and I wasn’t down for the drama just yet. 

“Not yet, let’s have cake.” I say smiling, and dragging him with me over to the kitchen still with my phone in one hand.

I took the cake out from the fridge and set it on the table between Hongseok and I. He placed a candle in the centre and lit it, turning the light off before he took his seat. The room was dark and the winter sun hasn’t yet risen and so all that was left to light up the room was the moonlight seeping through the gaps of the blinds and the orange candlelight. A few seconds after, the room was filled with his voice - he sang happy birthday and I couldn’t help but wear a smile on my face. His voice was pretty and I honestly couldn’t thank him enough for doing all this for me. When the short song came to an end we both clapped, I clapped to applaud his singing and he clapped to applaud me fo coming to life twenty-one years ago.

“Make a wish Y/N.” 

“Wishes don’t come true Hongseok.” 

“I’ll make sure this one does, as long as it’s realistic and I can afford it.” He laughed as I smiled. 

“There’s nothing I want.” 

“But there is, I can tell.”

“I just want a shoulder to lean on and not be a burden to people.” 

“Done!” I laughed at his enthusiasm.

“I’ll always be your shoulder to lean on, and you’re never going to be a burden to me.”

“It makes me feel as though I’m replacing them because that’s exactly what they said to me five years ago.” 

“I’m not asking to take their place silly, but just know that I’m always going to be here for you.” He grabbed my hand again from across the table and rubbed his thumb on the back of my hand. I wanted to cry in this moment because I was so grateful of him and his words. 

“I don’t deserve someone like you in my life.” 

“Idiot, I told you this already. You deserve more and better but you’re stuck with me now.” 

“I like the sound of that though.” We both laughed and enjoyed one another’s company. Until my phone dinged, showing a notification from the group chat. I un-muted the conversation but didn’t think they’d be up to say anything.

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[Context: My human monk character recovers a book owned by her missing master from Gnolls and locked herself in her room to read it. After reading the book and succeeding in a constitution save, the knowledge from the book causes psychic damage and I scream so loud my party members hear me.]

Hobbs ( Human Rogue): *knocks* “Are you ok Dorrali, do you need anything?”

Me: *Says nothing and is in pain*

DM (As book): A voice comes from the book. “You probably should answer the  door, he sounds concerned for your well being.“ Walking closer to the book Dorrali can see a face the cover of the book formed from the worn leather giving the appearance of eyes, nose and mouth with the mouth moving as the book speaks to her the cracked leather looking like wrinkles of a wizened old face.

Me: *Is tripping out over the book* "Whatever this thing did to me is tripping me out.”

Book: “You are not "tripping out”, I am speaking to you.

Hobbs OOC: *Hears the unfamiliar voice* I pick the lock.

Me OOC: You know I forbid you from entering my room?

Hobbs OOC: Dorrali will love Hobbs sooner or later? *Rolls 14*

DM: Lock DC was 15

Vicq (Perverted bard Halfling): *Sees Hobbs trying to get into my room* ”Hobbs! you naughty scamp! It seems just like Dorrali to play hard to get, making you toil for your spoils. *Knocks on the door* Dorrali, darling, things are heating up out here between just the two of us, we could really use your, shall we say, supervision?“ 

Me (Sheltered in a monastery for all my life): "What are you talking about?”

Hobbs: “I heard voices and became concerned that Dorrali didn’t answer when I knocked." 

Vicq: "Wait, wait, wait. You mean to tell me that Dorrali has brought someone into the shadow Viper pit, without letting any of us know, against specific orders not to do so?” *At the top of his lungs* "Dorrali…you got som ‘splaining to do!!!“ In an unfamiliar accent as gets a running start to drop-kick the door open.

Vicq: *Nat 20*

DM: The door swings open and you she a red faced Dorrali slouched over in the middle of the floor. Hair clinging to her forehead from sweat and a book clenched in her hand.

Me: *Frazzled by everything that's happening* "CAN’T A GIRL READ AND GET WRECKED BY A BOOK IN PEACE AROUND HERE?!”


Ok so I actually died this time… I’m not kidding, all of the stories for this 6th VIP room event is on a whole new level~

VIP Room 6th Event: Midnight Temptations - A Mischievous Night (Eisuke Ichinomiya)