I often times ask our DM (same Group as the “Intensive Observation” Submission) about some..“technicalities” in the ruleset. I found it worthy to share some of them to you guys, enjoy! (Just for the record, i´m playing a Half Orc-Tank-Battlemaster.)
Me (OOC):“ If i get the Mounted Combatant Feat, can i mount heavily wounded partymembers to protect them from damage?”
Again me (OOC): “Is slapping our Ranger an inspiration for my commanders strike?
In a bar fight: “So i get an extra attack if i dual wield light chairs?”
On our newest party member: “Can i throw the halfing as a death yoyo?” (I´m not sure but out DM might have submitted that one already)
On a nat20 for Intimidation: “Does this count as vicious mockery?”
First of all, I just wanted to thank y'all for all the love on the last tutorial I posted -I’m glad people found it worthy of sharing and reading. I wanted to make this one more in-depth. I don’t think I would call this a “tutorial” to achieve something specific, but a look into the thought process that goes on regarding environments, storytelling and execution. Hopefully you can relate it to your own thought processes you currently have.
Have a good one, guys! If you got questions, do ask ‘em. :)
(Also. I know I’ve been quiet in posting new art lately. A lot of the art I can’t show yet but there is cool stuff on the way.)
I glance up at her, scribbling in
her notebook, and her tongue is peeking out of the corner of her mouth slightly.
Isaac comes up behind her,
whispering something in her ear and she looks startled. She jumps in her chair,
slamming her notebook closed before shoving it away from her slightly.
“So what have you found so far?” He
asks me and I look up quickly.
“Nothing. I’ve found nothing,
absolutely nothing.” I grumble in irritation while tugging at my hair in
frustration. “What about you, Y/N? Did you find anything useful? You’ve been
writing in your notebook non-stop for like an hour.”
“Oh, just a few things, possible
ideas. Nothing too useful yet, definitely nothing share worthy.” She say
quickly, inching her fingers towards her notebook that’s made its way closer to
my side of the table. “Anyways, I just remembered that my mom needed me to go
run some errands while she’s at work so I’m just going to go.”
She grabs the notebook quickly and
stuff it into her backpack before swinging the bag over her shoulder and leave
the library before I even have time to say goodbye.
“Well, someone seems a little
jumpy.” Isaac remarks, raising an eyebrow at her empty seat and I shrug,
pulling my notebook towards me. “Alright well Scott and I are going to go and
see if we can catch the Alpha pack’s scent so I’ll catch you later.” He adds,
getting up from his seat, and I nod at him in farewell.
I flip the notebook open and am
greeted with Y/N’s neat handwriting. My eyebrows furrow in confusion, wondering
if maybe she added some things into my notebook to combine out notes together.
slides a finger into her, his thumb rubbing against her clit and she throws her
head back. “Fuck, right there Stiles,” She says, moaning in satisfaction.
I scan along the page, reading a few
sentences here and there and my face flushes immediately when I see my name,
and my dick tightens in response.
shit. I think to myself when I realize what I was holding in my hand. Y/N
hadn’t been doing research for the past hour, she’d been writing smut. My eyes
scan down along the page again, reading a bit more and I shift in my seat;
very, very detailed smut. I take a
shaky breath before shoving everything into my backpack and rushing out of the
library to my car, anxious to head home and read the rest of the holy grail
that I’ve stumbled on.
I search through my backpack
frantically, dumping everything out on to the floor desperately looking for my
notebook. Finally I find it, flipping it open and all I see if a messy scrawl
scribbled all over the pages. A sense of panic surges through me as I stare at
the endless notes on possible leads and various supernatural creatures that
could be in Beacon Hills. I bite my lip, trying to breathe in slowly,
desperately trying to contain my freak out. This is Stiles’ notebook, and if I
have his notebook then that means that he more than likely has mine and I hope
to God he hasn’t opened it yet.
I grab my keys off of my desk and
run down the stairs of my house. I’m out the front door and in the driver’s seat
of my car within a minute. I pull out of the driveway and make my way to
Stiles’ as quickly as possible. I pull up in front of his house, jumping out of
the car and slamming the door behind me.
I’m panting slightly when I get to
the front door, banging against the wood loudly. I tap my foot anxiously,
waiting for Stiles to open the door. Finally, the door budges and I see Stiles
staring back at me in surprise.
“I have your notebook, figured you
might need it.” I say quickly, holding it up to show him and he quirks an
eyebrow at me.
“Come on in.” He turns away from the
door and I hurry in behind him, turning to close the door.
“Right so you probably didn’t even
notice you had the wrong notebook,” I start to say as the door clicks shut and
he presses up against me, pushing my chest tightly against the door. His hands
smoothing over my hips as he moves my hair away from my neck and presses a few
soft kisses to the skin there and I feel like I’m going to melt. “Stiles, what
are you doing?” I ask breathlessly and it comes out in a soft moan and my head
falls back against his shoulder.
“Nothing,” He whispers against me,
his tongue tracing patterns against my skin before tugging my earlobe in
between his teeth. “Just let it happen.”
I try to convince myself to pull
away from him, to stop this and find out why he’s doing this, but all I can
think about is how good his hands feel against my body. He slides his hands up,
cupping my breasts in his hands, squeezing them gently and I let out a mewl of
pleasure. I can feel him harden as he presses roughly against me, his erection
digging into my hip before he turns me around to face him.
I look at his face, searching for
answers but all I can see are his eyes dark with lust; staring back at me as if
he had been wandering the desert and I was the only thing that could quench his
His hips press against mine as he
leans towards me, pausing for a moment just millimeters from my lips, flicking
his gaze up to meet mine as if to see if I’m going to stop his and I bite my
lip unintentionally. A look of pure lust washes over his face and a low growl
escapes from this back of his throat before he slams his lips against mine. I
wrap my arms around his neck, and he grabs the back of my thighs, lifting me up
as if I weight nothing. I lock my legs around his waist and he keeps me pressed
tightly against the wall, pinning me there.
He tugs on my bottom lip with his
teeth, sucking on it and I moan against his lips. He uses the opportunity to
slip his tongue into my mouth, battling against mine before exploring the
inside of my mouth as if he wants to taste every inch of me. My hands make
there way from the nape of his neck into his hair and I fist my hands into his
messy brown hair, causing him to groan in appreciation.
He holds onto me tightly, walking us
up the stairs, his lips never disconnecting from mine. When we get up to the
second floor he makes his way across the hall, kicking the door to him room
open. He drops me onto his bed and I lie there panting slightly.
“Stiles,” I whisper, still trying to
catch my breath and his lips are on mine again, silencing me. His begins
kissing along my jaw and down my neck and I tilt my head to allow him better
access. “We need to talk about this.” I say, barely able to get the words out
before I moan again.
“No we don’t,” He mumbles against
me, “Think about it later.”
He continues kissing down my neck,
pulling down the collar of my t-shirt before planting a few soft kisses along
my clavicles, and tracing his tongue along where the bone is visible. His hands
slip under my t-shirt, his warm hands caressing up my stomach before he tugs it
over my head.
Once my shirt is off he looks at me
in awe, my bra pushing up my breasts making them swell, and he begins tracing
his thumbs over the simple black lace. He nips gently at the newly exposed
skin, sliding his tongue down along the valley of my breasts and I whimper. I
arch my back and his hands reach around me to unclasp my bra and pull it off of
“Holy shit, you’re fucking
gorgeous.” He groans and I can feel a blush coloring my face. He presses his
hands against my chest, kneeding my breasts and I can feel my nipples harden
under his hands. He takes a hardened peak into his mouth, sucking on it and I
moan, dragging my hand through his hair before pressing his face tightly
against me. “You’re tits are fucking perfect.” He rasps, his voice thick with
lust as he takes my other nipple in his mouth and all I can do is moan in
“I’ve wanted to do this for so
long.” He moans, trailing open mouth kisses down my stomach and I whimper. In
one smooth motion he’s pulled my skirt and panties down, leaving me bare to
him. I shiver as the cold air hits my core where wetness is quickly pooling.
He sucks roughly against my hip,
leaving a dark purple mark before repeating the same action on the other side.
His lips work over the inside of my thighs and I squirm in anticipation of him
getting to where I need him most. Slowly, his mouth moves nearer and nearer to
“Stiles, please,” I plead, my need
for him mixing with desperation.
“What’s wrong baby girl?” He
breathes against me and I shudder at the feeling of his hot breath against my
center. “Tell me what you need.”
“Anything,” I whimper, begging him,
“Please just do anything.”
He sticks his tongue out, licking
slowly along my slit from my core to my clit and I shudder against him. He
continues sliding his tongue along me languidly, as if he has all the time in
the world and it feels like complete torture. I buck my hips against him,
desperate for more, and he uses his hands to hold my thighs down as he
continues his sweet torture.
He swirls his tongue around my
bundle of nerves and I let out a loud gasp, my head lurching forward as my back
arches off of the bed. “You taste so fucking sweet,” He mumbles against my
core, sending vibrations shooting through me and I writhe against him. He
slides a finger into me, keeping rhythm with his tongue and my eyes roll back
into my head at the sensation.
“Won’t you make some more of those
pretty noises I love so much, baby girl?” He asks, curling his fingers inside
of me to hit that perfect spot and I let out a loud moan. He pulls his fingers
out of me, reaching them out to my lips, offering to me and I open my mouth
slightly. He slips his fingers into my mouth and I slide my tongue around them,
sucking against his fingers and he looks at me, his mouth slightly wide.
“Holy fuck that was the hottest
thing I’ve ever seen.” He says, returning his mouth to my core and I wrap my
legs around his head. He continues licking, sucking, and flicking his tongue
over me, making it impossible for me to contain my moans when he pulls away
from me suddenly and I whimper at the loss of contact.
He pulls me towards him, pressing
his lips to mine, slipping his tongue inside of my mouth and I can taste myself
on him. I capture his tongue with my lips and suck on it, making him moan
against my mouth. His moan triggers something in me and I tear his clothes off
of him. His shirt goes flying across the room as I tug at his pants and boxers,
throwing them to the floor once they’re off of him.
His erection springs up proudly and
my eyes widen slightly. I grasp his length in my hands and lets out a sharp
intake of breath. I lick a stripe up along the underside of his cock before
swirling my tongue around his tip and he moans, his eyes fluttering closed. I take
him into my mouth, sliding him all the way to the back of my throat and he
thrusts hard against my mouth. I bob my head against him, hollowing out my
cheeks and I slide him in and out of my throat, pressing my tongue along a
prominent veins and he shudders.
“Your mouth feels so good, baby
girl,” He groans and I moan at the nickname. The sound sends vibrations
shuddering through him and he bucks his hips against me. I pull him out of my
mouth slowly, sliding my hand up and down his length, pumping his firmly before
taking his length back fully into my mouth. “I’m going to come,” He pants and I
can feel him twitching in my mouth before a warm liquid trickles into the back
of my throat and he throws his head back as his orgasm crashes over him. I
slide my tongue along him, licking ever drop of his release before pulling him
out of my mouth with a pop.
“Fuck, I knew you had a wicked mouth
but I didn’t realize you could do that,” He pants and I smirk at him. He pulls
me towards him, flipping us so that I’m underneath him. “Don’t worry baby girl,
I’m going to take good care of you.” He whispers against the shell of my ear,
pumping his cock a few times before lining himself up with my entrance.
He slides into me, slowly, and I moan
loudly. “You’re so fucking tight.” He breathes out in a pant as he slides out
of me and back in and I whimper.
“Fuck, Stiles, I need you.” I say,
wrapping my legs around his hips and he begins pounding into me. I lift my hips
up in rhythm to his thrusts, making it to where he hits that perfect spot deep
within me every time and I drag my nails roughly down his back. He holds onto
the headboard tightly with one hand, the leverage allowing him to thrust even
more deeply into me.
I can feel the pressure building
inside of me, a fine sheen of sweat lining his forehead as he continue to slam
into me. I look up at him through half lidded eyes, and he flips us again so
that I’m straddling him. I roll my hips against him, riding him quickly and he
one hand against my breast while the other hand is quickly rubbing against my
clit, quickly bringing me closer and closer to my release.
“F-fuck, yes, just like that,
Stiles,” I moan, my voice coming out raspy and he leans up slightly to replace
the hand on my breast with his mouth. He sucks on my nipple roughly as he
applies more pressure to my bundle of nerves and all at once my orgasm slams
into me. I clench around him, throwing my head back and screaming his name
repeatedly, as he continues to thrust into me to prolong my orgasm. My orgasm
pushes him over the edge and I can feel him twitch inside me as he begins to
pulsate. His eyes close tightly as he comes undone underneath me, releasing with
a shudder. He slumps back against the bed and I roll off of the top of him
trying to capture my breath.
He wraps his arms around me, pulling
me towards him as my chest rises and falls rapidly.
“Holy shit that was amazing,” I say,
my voice barely louder than a breathless whisper, “It’s like you knew just how
I like it.”
“I read your notebook,” He admits
guiltily, pressing a kiss to my temple and I choke on a breath.
“Oh my god you read it?” I ask, embarrassment flooding my face and he lets out a
“What do you think gave me the
courage to make a move?” He asks and I shrug, “Besides, it was probably the
most useful research I’ve ever
stumbled across.” He adds, capturing my lips with him and I kiss him back
“So, can we talk about everything
now?” I ask hesitantly and he nuzzles his face into my neck.
“What’s there to talk about? You’re
mine now and forever. You’ve always been mine.” He mumbles against my skin and
my heart drops into the pit of my stomach at his words.
“Just how I like it.” I whisper,
cuddling in closer to him, and he presses soft kisses into my neck before
pulling a blanket over us.
My Jared photo-op was the most amazing and emotional experience of my existence.
Some of you may know my story, some may not, but most of you can assume that it has to do with AKF and you’re absolutely right. To put it in the simplest way I can: Sam Winchester saved my life six years ago when he sacrificed himself for the world, but Jared Padalecki gave me my life back when he opened up about his depression last year.
I had been looking forward to this moment since the premiere of “Swan Song” and it was finally happening at NashCon. When they called for the Jared-ops, my legs were trembling as I walked up the stairs. I stood in the long line alternating between crying and shaking and when I finally saw him, just more than an arm’s length away from me, I didn’t know what to do.
When it was my turn for the photo I somehow managed to walk up to him. He smiled down at me (dimplesdimplesdimples) and leaned down to be eye-level. Green and browns swirl together in those eyes. He said, “Hi!” in the kindest voice and I immediately started crying. The next thing I knew he had cupped my head with his hand (and his hand takes up my entire head) and pulled me into the tightest hug of my life. I apologized four or five times into his chest and he said, “No, no, no, doll, it’s alright.” (!!!!!)
There was a fifteen second time span where it was just him looking down at me and I realized (after that fifteen seconds) that he wanted to know what I wanted to do for the picture. I apologized (again) and he laughed, so kindly, and told me it was okay. I asked him for a hug and he grinned real big (dimplesdimplesdimples) and answered, “Absolutely.”
He pulled me back into a hug, the one you see here, and Chris snapped the picture. I was crying again - being in Jared’s arms for just a moment was too much - and I thanked him quickly, knowing he had more pictures to take.
But as I was walking away he grabbed my hand in his and pulled me back into yet another hug. When he pulled back he looked down at me, still holding my hand (he has a callus on his right ring finger), he said, “You look beautiful. Do you have any other pictures or the autographs later?” I told him I had a picture with him and Jensen later and then autographs and he went, “Awesome. I’ll see you then, okay?” and then he blew me one of those two-handed kisses he does.
Jared is the most genuine and kind and comforting person in the entire world and my life has been changed for the better because of him and everything he does and not a day will ever go by that I won’t look at this picture and be eternally grateful for him and everything he’s done.
i rly wish there was some mass group message for the hbo war fandom where i could hit you all up at once w/ lowkey comments and pictures and thoughts without having to make a whole post on tumblr and not havve to be afraid some of you will miss it
Imagine Leo as an unimpressed vampire who has taken in the rest of VIXX as his personal source of food. Having five of them rather than just one means that he can drink from all of them without having to bleed any of them dry but he really wonders if the idiocy he has to put up with is worth not murdering his meal.