tabletop props


For inktober this year I’m designing & drawing random magic items from the d&d 5E DM Guide! I’m posting them on twitter and instagram every day as I finish them, and I’ll announce on there when I’m selling the originals!

Still figuring out how/whether I’ll distribute these designs once they’re all complete, so for now, please don’t use them in your own homebrew campaigns- thank you!

A Touch Of Love, 7.

Genre | Romance / Valentine’s Day drabbles.

Pairing | Park Jimin / Reader.

Prompt“I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.”

Words | 957 words.

She was a face that Jimin almost missed, for if his car were not due for a service that early morning, or perhaps he decided to board the train instead, he would have never discovered the iridescent star tucked within the bus stop shelter. Even more so, an opportunity that nearly slipped through his fingers like silk, almost deterred by the recreancy that ran thick within his veins and tried to convince him that such a concept of inking the back of her hand in the ten digits that consist his phone number would be a fruitless reach of hope as a means of keeping in touch.

She had been wearing a yellow wool coat, like sunshine draping her figure, pooling just above her knees in a hem that her fingertips distractedly toyed with. Jimin had arrived in a hasty flush of dewy rose biting at his cheeks and nose, honey blonde hair a dampened disarray by attempts of evading the rain that had managed to slip through the leaves of the trees lining the pathway, landing upon his skin in chilling little specks of ice cold while he jogged. Once he was underneath the shelter, he had barely registered the placid sign of life that was nestled upon the bench for he was doubled over, seeking air to draw into his ragged lungs, the profound, heavy inhalations faltering at the meek sound of a voice. A harmony of birds trapped within vocal chords.

“You’re not going to die on me, are you?”

At that, Jimin had glanced up from his keeled position to be faced with, quite possibly, the most breathtaking human being he has ever had the honour of laying eyes on. A smile that had matched her attire, sunlight tucked between the fissures of her teeth, bleeding into her voice like she was the goddamn embodiment of the colossal star itself. Jimin would have believed it in a heartbeat.

And he still does, is utterly convinced that the girl who had struck a conversation with him in that cold yet cosy space, right before her bus had pulled up to the curb and Jimin had held his breath and took a leap into the oblivion, was plucked from the dark matter above, purposefully hidden away in that tiny bus stop enclosure for him to discover and adore with his whole heart. To take a chance for, having lightly pulled at her wrist just as she was about to enter the vehicle, scrawling numbers and his name in thick strokes of ink, embedded within her pores in a choice that had been left with her to enact upon, to decide.

The clock had neared ten in the evening on that same day when Jimin’s phone display had lit up with the message that began a legion chain of texts, which would buzz in their pockets throughout every available minute of the days and weeks, accumulating into months ahead.

[ 9:54PM ] Jimin, I’m Y/N and I think you look unbearably adorable with your red nose after running through the rain and I’m even gladder that your car broke down so that we could meet. Coffee, sometime?

[ 9:54PM ] Or dinner, maybe?

[ 9:55PM ] Or we could go sightseeing, or just sit in a park and talk, I don’t care! I would just really love to see you again. I mean, you didn’t write your name and number on my hand for no reason, right?

[ 9:55PM ] … Right??

“If you keep staring like that, you’re going to burn holes through my face.”

Jimin grins, though refuses to glance away, gazing all the more at the entity that just voiced her thoughts. She, bundled in nothing but a pair of cotton white panties and an ocean of midnight black in the form of his very own sweater leisurely sits upon the balcony chair, toes only just making an appearance over the edge of the wooden tabletop where she has propped up her feet, a bowl of cereal protectively cradled underneath her chin by one hand while the other spoons excessively into her awaiting, parted mouth. The soft, rosy flesh that he has kissed more times deemed possible to tally, even now, wishing to add another strike to that score although the cereal milk that is gathered in the corners of her lips. Just knowing that he can kiss her without question, with no reason for an excuse has him lightheaded, heart swelling.

“I just can’t get over how a few months ago, I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater,” Jimin chuckles, nursing soggy cornflakes at the bottom of his own bowl with the edge of his spoon. “Isn’t it funny how things work out like that? Imagine my car had never broken down, or if I took the train instead.”

Setting her bowl down on the table, she stands, stretching her arms long above her head, reaching for the morning sun as it ascends the sky before she lets them float back down to her sides. With a graceful step, his sunshine girl saunters over and Jimin wordlessly opens his arms, eyes trained on the way she picks herself up into his lap, nestles close against his chest and gently caresses his face with both palms.

“I think,” she whispers, and her lips are so close that he can feel the words skitter across his own, urging him to occlude the mere distance that separates them, “that we would’ve met somehow, somewhere, nonetheless. Don’t you think so, too?”

When Jimin slants his mouth against her own in a kiss that tastes like golden light, syrup and honey, it is all the agreement in the world that she requires.

Drabbles | One: KTHTwo: MYGThree: JHSFour: KNJFive: KSJSix: JJK • Seven: PJM (Finale)

Dangerous Woman (Part 1) 🌙

A/N: Hello everyone! As promised, here is the full ‘Dangerous Woman’ smut for all of you! This is part 1 of the trilogy so look forward to more after this! Part 2 and 3 will not be related to this particular smut so every fic will be based on a different scenario! Hope y’all would enjoy this little baby of mine x

Pairing(s): Luhan x Reader

Warnings: Call-girl industry references, blowjobs, sex in general

Genre: Smutty smut ;)

Requested: No

Summary: In which drug lord! and successful CEO! Luhan goes to a particular call-girl to get his needs fulfilled.

Word Count: 6103

Soundtrack: Dangerous Woman // Ariana Grande

Originally posted by lullabyun

I wanna savour, save it for later

The taste, the flavour

As the CEO of Lu Corporations, the largest upscale drug company in Korea and China, Luhan is viewed as the typical, arrogant and loaded young businessman whom everyone assumes him to be. It’s not exactly untrue; the twenty-six-year-old drug lord basically sits on stacks and stacks of dollar bills in his Lamborghini all day long, admiring his flawless reflection in the rear-view mirror and aimlessly thinking of methods to earn even more money.

Disgustingly handsome and reeking of wealth and power, Luhan walks the world with unbreakable confidence, never seen in public without his perfectly tailored suit and his jet-black hair gelled back with a vengeance. Women clamour to be by his side, dying to look good on his arm. Yet, for some strange and unknown reason, the young drug lord chooses to remain single despite the endless stream of females queuing up to be with him.

Nevertheless, the world views him as one of the luckiest and most successful bachelors out there. Wealth, glory, power, devastatingly good looks, a smooth-running business, a diversity of women to date. What’s there for him to complain about?

Well, there is a teensy little problem for him.

With all the workload and the useless business meetings he has to attend, he barely has enough time for himself and although he might be one of the most successful young men in the country, he’s still…well, a man. And men have their needs that need to be fulfilled, don’t they?

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For today’s game I made a handout prop - the classic “distressed note”. I made it by typing the note up and printing it then crumpling it up with my hands. Then I took it and put it in a ziploc bag along with a handful of potting soil, sealed it, and mixed the two together but just rubbing the outside of the bag. This tore the paper naturally and weathered it decently enough.

The potting soil made the paper wet a bit so I left it outside in direct sunlight for about 30mins and it crisped right up ready to go.

- Mo!


Last session, we had an air ship battle. Not a battle on an airship, but a battle on a ship that happened to be in the air. The session previous to this, we thought our DM was joking when he described our boat spontaneously rising into the air. It was no joke. 

The game began with a combat on our boat, which ascended into the sky and was enveloped by an arcane vortex. The cause was quickly explained as we were addressed in a booming voice by a powerful sorcerer we had tangled with previously. His minions appeared through portals and we rolled for initiative.

This fight had some interesting and intense mechanics. Because of the vortex engulfing the ship, any movement required a saving throw to not be pulled off the deck. A second saving throw was needed to grab onto the ship. Our assailants were imbued with a visible, black aura that made them immune to this effect.

I fashioned a harness out of my gnoll lederhosen (long story) and tether myself to the ship. Our warforged paladin had some major saving throw bonuses (which fit very well thematically) so he was able to walk around freely. The monk was stuck back on land, watching the fight from the ground. And the drow rogue promptly double crit missed. 

Our DM uses a simple critical miss severity system. Upon rolling a 1, you roll again to determine how bad the crit miss was. 1 being disastrous and 20 being a regular attack.

Our rogue rolled two 1′s in a row, so naturally, he went spiraling off into the vortex. Instead of plummeting to his death however, he found himself inside the vortex with the enemies we had already pushed off the ship. This made for a unique 2 front battle. The fight on the boat and the fight flying around in the vortex. 

Ultimately, we were victorious and the ship came crashing back down. It sank shortly after. We returned to the mainland and I had an excuse to use my newly acquired TableTop Props wagon and trees. We later discovered the wagon party was associated with a Raven Queen death cult that we are off to investigate.