took me like all night to finish

Feyre is finished! It took so long… I thought I wasn’t ever going to make it haha

Also I just opened print shops! Both on Redbubble and Society6, I’ll use both for a bit and see which one I like better.  

www.redbubble.com/people/dianulala

https://society6.com/dianulala/prints

And I had to upload all images really quickly, and everything is set for default prices/sizes etc for now. If you see anything is wrong or want me to change something please let me know! :D Or if I just stupidly done something idiotic.. XD

My favorite lyrics from Divide
  • just my two cents
  • Eraser: I wish that love was a currency and the whole world was wealthy
  • Castle on the Hill: I had my first kiss on a Friday Night, I don't reckon I did it right // these people raised me and I can't wait to go home
  • Dive: Don't call me baby unless you mean it // I've been known to give my all and jumping in harder than ten thousand rocks on the lake
  • Shape of You: Your love was handmade for somebody like me
  • Perfect: Now I know I have met an angel in person and she looks perfect
  • Galway Girl: I swear I'm gonna put you in a song that I write about a galway girl and a perfect night // She took me inside to finish some doritos and another bottle of wine
  • Happier: But I guess you look happier, you do, my friends told me one day I'd feel it too
  • Hearts Don't Break Around Here: She is the lighthouse in the night that will safely guide me home
  • New man: Still lookin' at your instagram and I'll be creepin' a lil, I'll be tryin' not to double tap from way back cause I know that's where the trouble's at
  • What Do I Know: Just remember that life is more than fitting in your jeans, it's love, understanding, and positivity
  • How Would You Feel: In the summer, as the lilacs blew, blood flows deeper than a river every moment I spend with you
  • Supermarket Flowers: A heart that's broke is a heart that's been loved // A life with love is a life that's been lived
  • Barcelona: We're going somewhere where the sun is shining bright
  • Bibia Be Ye Ye: I tell myself in every way I won't be doing this again and tomorrow's a brand new day
  • Nancy Mulligan: Never had I seen such beauty before the second I saw her, Nancy was my yellow rose
  • Save Myself: Before I save someone else, I've got to save myself

Done!! Phew, that’s probably the fastest painting I’ve ever done O.o Good thing is, I got that A in History!

Anyways, based on @beanpots’ awesome day\night AU and @exile-wrath’s fic! I absolutely loved both, and since I wanted to do a night themed History project, well, this happened XD

Acryllic on canvas and some sharpie and white gel pen for details. Only took like 12 straight hours to paint the whole thing .-. Don’t leave projects for the last day, guys. It hurts.

Btw thanks to my awesome bff @96rebo for listening to my midnight senseless babble and helping me pick out colors, even if you did fall asleep on me yesterday 😂😒

Into The Unknown (Piano)
Over The Garden Wall
Into The Unknown (Piano)

Into The Unknown - Over the Garden Wall

It’s been a while but here’s a piano piece from yours truly, your cool cat Josh~ Last night after a grueling night at work, I took the band and my coworkers to a trip… Into The Unknown~

Ooh boy, was I overdue for an OTGW piece but here. I played it out of being so tired and wanting something sweet but somber to finish the night off, and why not play them a song that reminds me of a special friend who helps me get through nights like this sometimes, heh. You know who you are, but this ones out to you, thanks for loving this show and I hope to spread it more myself!

That’s all I really gotta say, its fun playing music from this show and I plan to learn more when I have time. The band said it was a cute song and my coworkers are always happy to see me show off, I guess!~ Can’t lose my edge with the piano after all, but I haven’t given up. I played one or two more songs after this but they weren’t significant enough to record lol. For now, let’s enjoy this time in the Unknown, my cool cats. Thanks for listening, I love you all~

If there’s one thing I hate about ADHD and being unmedicated, it’s how bloody inefficient everything is.

It takes me about 5 hours to send 3 emails. At school it took me all night to do homework that took others about 1-2 hours. At uni people would exit the exam room an hour before the end when I was scrambling to finish the questions right to the last second (and usually didn’t finish - when I was given extra time I used ALL my extra time). I feel like the majority of my time gets wasted with build-up and transition times.

‘Where does my time go?’ I wonder as I skip from tab to tab, music video to music video, one social media feed to another.

Request: Mine

Request: Well, i was thinking about an imagine in which get drunk at a party an Juice drives you back home and you confess that you love him and you are jealous of the crow eaters?

Originally posted by carlos-juanortiz

Y/N’s POV

My father was a mechanic at Teller-Morrow Automotive and I had grown up around Samcro; I knew all the bikers and they were my friends. Their queen, Gemma Teller, was an important person in my life. She taught me a lot about that life, among other things that helped me to become a strong woman. However, crow eaters and sweetbutts still underestimated me, thinking I was just an innocent little girl.

“You don’t curse. You don’t get into fights. You don’t get drunk”, Chibs liked to remind me whenever I complained about it, “You’re a sweet girl”

Yeah, I got that often. I could be an old lady, I just had to prove to them and, more important, have an old man. That’s the hardest part. Do you know why? Because the man I wanted wouldn’t look at me like that. 

Juice was the sweetest guy I’ve ever met. He was nice to me and always respectful, but I wanted him to want me, look me like he looked at the other girls. Chibs knew I liked him and was constantly telling me I was better than the crows, but I couldn’t stop comparing me to them. Like the one who was touching Juice when I walked in the clubhouse that night.

He saw me but I quickly turned my look to the bar, walking toward there to get a drink. Chucky raised an eyebrow at me but put a glass in front of me. I glanced over my shoulder and Juice was still there, across the room, talking to Kozik while the crow stroked his arm. I was so angry that get drunk seemed to be a good idea, so I grabbed the bottle from Chucky’s hand.

“Aye lass”, I bumped into Chibs on my way out, “Where are you going?”

“Bite me”, I barked, though he didn’t deserve it. I walked to the swing Gemma had bought for the kids and sat there, drinking alone.

Chibs’ POV

He had finished his first beer of the night and was going to get another one when Y/N bumped into him. She was storming out the clubhouse and snapped when Chibs talked to her. That wasn’t like her at all and it took just one look around the clubhouse for him to understand why she was acting like that. A crow eater was all over Juice and he was letting her. Stupid boy.

Chibs shook his head and sat by the bar. Soon Tig joined him, “Did you see Y/N?”, his brother asked, “She just passed by me and is in the swing, drinking all alone”

“Aye, I saw her”, Chibs nodded and motioned at Juice’s direction. Tig turned around and followed his gaze.

“Idiot”, his brother mumbled.They had noticed, a while ago, Y/N’s interest on Juice and couldn’t understand why they weren’t together already. The young Son liked her too, always following her with his puppy eyes when Y/N wasn’t looking. “Should we do something?”, the blue eyed man asked.

“I don’t know Tig”, Chibs sighed, “I don’t know”

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They were playing pool and Chibs didn’t know how much time had passed until Y/N come back. She was drunk, carrying the empty bottle as she tried to get to the bar to asked for another one.

“Lass”, he walked to Y/N, to hold and stop her.

“Let me go Scottie”, she mumbled as he made her sit down. Chibs asked the prospect to bring her water and when he looked at Y/N again she was glaring at Juice, “Bitch! What is that crow doing?”

She got rid of him and crossed the room, faster than Chibs thought she could walk. Y/N grabbed the crow’s hair before Chibs could stop her.

Juice’s POV

He was talking to Kozik when Y/N arrived, but Juice saw her. Actually, he seemed to know whenever she was around, not being able to look away. Well, at least when she wasn’t looking because he couldn’t get caught. Why she had to be Gemma’s favorite? The Samcro queen would kill him if Juice tried to date Y/N, he wasn’t enough for Gemma’s favorite girl. 

She was beautiful, as always, but didn’t even look at him, going straight to the bar. The crow eater stroked his arm again, she had been doing it since the party had begun, trying to get his attention. Juice wasn’t into her at all and told her to get lost, the girl pouted and walked way. He looked at the bar but Y/N was gone. He wondered where she was and thought about looking for her, but Jax called him before Juice could even get up.

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Juice got Jax a phone number he wanted and got back to the party. His brothers were playing pool and Y/N wasn’t nowhere to be seen. He found a empty spot at the couch and sat there with a beer on his hand, thinking that Y/N must have gone home. The crow eater came back and sat on his lap.

“Get lost”, Juice sighed and was ready to push her away when someone grabbed the crow eater’s hair.

“Your bitch!”, he heard Y/N yell. Chibs was fast, holding Y/N before she could hurt the crow eater who was squirming on Kozik’s arms as he held her.

“Her keys!”, Chibs hissed at Juice. He ran to the bar and Chucky handed him Y/N’s car keys. His brother carried Y/N to her car and put her inside, “Take her home and come back. We need to talk lad”

“What?”, Juice looked at his sponsor and creased his brow. He couldn’t take Y/N home, she wouldn’t want him to do it.

“Now!”, Chibs barked and Juice rushed to get in the car. He watched Y/N through the rear view mirror as he drove to her house. She was laying on the backseat, mumbling on her drunk sleep. He found the house keys inside her car and carefully carried Y/N inside. He gently laid her on the bed and admired her for a moment, thinking she was the prettiest girl he had ever met.

“Juice?”, he jumped when she called his name.

“Yes”, he whispered, “Sleep now Y/N, you had quite a night”

“Ugh I’m drunk”, she mumbled, covering her eyes with her arm.

“Yes, you are”, Juice chuckled. He couldn’t help it, she was adorable, “Luckily you didn’t hurt that crow, Chibs stopped you”

“Yeah”, Y/N smiled, already falling asleep again, “Nobody touches my man”

“What?”, he asked but she was already soundly sleeping. Her man? The crow was touching him. Juice closed the bedroom door behind him, thinking about what Y/N had said. He texted Chibs to say he wasn’t going back to the clubhouse, but got no answer from his brother. Juice stretched on the couch, pulled the blanket up and tried to relax, but he couldn’t stop thinking about what Y/N had said.

Y/N’s POV

I opened my eyes and immediately closed them again. The blinds were open and the sun was hurting my eyes. I grunted as I tried to get up, feeling my head spin. Ugh, I had a terrible hangover. I slowly walked to the kitchen, desperate for some water. How did I get home? I had a vague memorie of someone putting me inside my car, probably Chibs, I wasn’t sure. Poor Scottie, he must have drove me home; he always took care of me. I had to call Chibs and thank him.

I was looking for my phone, when I walked in the living room and saw someone on my couch. I had a natural reaction, I screamed and the person jumped.

“Juice?”, I whispered when I saw him.

“What the hell?”, he cursed, rubbing his face.

“Sorry”, I grimaced, “I just saw someone on the couch and you were under the blanket, I didn’t know you were there”

“I drove you home”, Juice explained. He yawned and blinked a few times.

“I don’t remember it, I thought Chibs did it”, I said and Juice shook his head. Suddenly, I realized what he had to do. He had to carry me inside and put me in my bed. Oh my God! I had dreamed about him carrying me so many times, but none of them involved an unconscious me because I had drunk too much. I turned around and walked back to the kitchen before he could see me blushing.

“No”, Juice followed me and I started to make coffee, keeping me busy and buying me time to calm down, “You got into a fight with a crow, Chibs put you inside your car and told me to bring you home”

“Yeah, I… I remember that”, I mumbled. Damn it, why my hands were shaking?, “I mean, the car, not the fight. Did I really get into a fight?”. That was a first!

“Yes”, his tone made me stop what I was doing, “And that reminds me… Shit, you probably don’t remember it”

“What?”, I breathed as I turned to face him, panicking a little bit. What have I done?, “What is it?”

“I put you in bed and… You mumbled you were drunk and I said yes, you got into a fight with a crow and…”, I held my breath as he looked at me, “You said nobody touches your man”

“What?”, my heart was beating fast inside my chest and I was pretty sure he could hear it, “My man?”

“You punched the crow who was on my lap”, Juice bit his lip as I turned pale. I was so stupid! He wasn’t supposed to know like this, in a drunk confession. To be honest, I wasn’t planning to confess my feeling at all, not sober and certainly not drunk, “She was touching me Y/N”

“S-Sorry”, I stuttered, holding the counter behind me, “I was drunk”

“You’re blushing”, Juice raised an eyebrow as he got closer to me.

“No, I… I’m not…”, I couldn’t find the words. He was so close and he was looking at me differently, there was something new on his eyes.

“Tell me”, he asked in a whisper, “Tell me the truth”

“She was all over you and I got jealous”, I admitted before I even knew what I was doing, “It was supposed to be me, the girl who fell for you the first time I saw you”. I looked up at Juice, waiting. He gently grabbed my arms and put them around his neck, “What are you doing?”

“No one touches your man but you”, Juice pulled me closer, making me gasp. Then he kissed me, gentle but dominant. I melted on his arms. I knew we had to talk about this, about us, but that was the last thing I wanted to do as Juice, my man, kissed me. My man. Mine.

Have You Ever (Part 2)

Here it is! Finally, part two of Have You Ever! I truly hope you guys enjoy it cause this one was very hard for to come to terms with and be happy with it! Please let me know what you think! Love, B xx

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“Have you ever lied?”

The question leaves your lips before you can stop it and it starts something you didn’t want to get into, except you do. You want, you need to know if he lied to you. If he lied about how good being with you felt, if he lied about always wanting to fuck you, if every moan and every kiss and every word that left his mouth that night was just an outright lie because he was too scared to tell you he regretted suggesting a fuck in the first place, but most of all, if he lied about loving you.

Unlike the first time you had asked him a question like that, he doesn’t choke on his drink and he doesn’t frown like you’ve just asked him an offensive question - he’s silent, his face unreadable and void of any feelings that might give away what he’s thinking right now.

“Where did that come from?” He asks you, same words that left his mouth all those months ago when you questioned him about fucking someone bare. Harry’s voice is low and serious and it makes you bite on the inside of your lip, nerves and regret making themselves present in your heart.

“Just wondering.” You shrug, turning your back to him and opening his fridge. You need to occupy your hands or at least try and pretend you’re done with the topic, so you won’t have to continue this awkward and excruciating conversation that’s making tears sting in your eyes even though the both of you have barely said anything.

“Yeah, I’ve lied befo’. Everybody has, isn’t it?” Harry offers and you sigh, eyes closing against tears that threaten to escape.

“Have you ever lied to me?”

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Bath Time

Dan x reader

A/n Here is a piece for a request I got. Hope you like it!

Your special bonding time with dan is different to others. It isn’t a romantic night or a film day but a good old bath.

Octavia ❤️

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It was almost bath time and funny as it sounds which was a very special bonding time between you and Dan.

This event happened once a week and you both desperately looked forward to it. Grabbing your pajamas from your shared bedroom, you headed towards the bathroom. There you found Dan filling up the bathtub with water and setting up the stuff. A warmth filled the bathroom. It was nice and slightly comforting.
You placed your stuff down and began to take your clothes off, starting with your shirt. Dan turned towards you smiling and followed your actions.

“Ready Y/N” he stuck out his hand.

You nodded and took his hand in yours. He pulled you close and you both stepped in. The water felt great, not too hot, not too cold. Dan sat down and gestured for you to sit as well. You sat between his legs with your back pressed against his chest.

“This is nice, yeah.”

He agreed with you snuggling his face into the crook of your neck. You both shared a kiss and began talking about your lives.

“How is the whole YouTube thing going?”

“Amazing but it is somewhat stressful trying to think of new content” he answered.

You both continued to have little chats like that for about an hour.

“Eww I look prune, Y/N” Dan complained shoving his fingers into your sight.

“Very nice Dan, you’ll be like that all the time when your an old man.”

He made a shocked expression and let out an overdramatic gasp.

“Will you still love me when I’m old and look like an ugly piece of fruit?”

“Asking the real questions here, but to answer the question yes. I’ll always love you Dan” you answered receiving a chuckle from Dan.

You both got up and wrapped towels around your bodies. Dan took yours and began drying your body. When he finished, you began to dry him. This simple bath was one of the best things about Dan and your’s relationship. You were able to relax and just be in each other’s presence, with all the worry and stress gone. That night you two fell asleep happy and carefree, wrapped in each other’s embrace. It was so easy when you were with the man you loved .

anonymous asked:

credit to zens-ponytail for this idea! jumin bringing his s/o to his home for the first time and his DAD JUST STARTS hitting on her?? and jumin sees and gets REALLY PISSY?????

oh goodness
~Mod L

“Are you ready to go?”
You spun around to face Jumin, smiling softly. “Do I look okay?”
He gently took your hand and kissed it. “Must you ask? You look stunning as always”.
You giggled, intertwining your hand with his. “Good! This is my first official introduction with your dad, and I want to make a good impression”.
“Don’t worry too much. It’s impossible for anyone to dislike you”.
“You’re too kind. Let’s go~”

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Remember This ~ Grayson

- I think this is my favorite story I’ve written so far since my writing is better than the last two. I’m practicing and trying my best so bare with me lol.

- P.S. This is kind of depressing


Grayson’s P.O.V

I remember the first time I saw you. You were sitting with your girlfriends, laughing up a storm in a quaint little coffee shop. One of your friends at the time, Kayla, who I got to know pretty well over the time I’ve spent with you, cracked a joke and you spit out your coffee everywhere. Everyone else looked at you like you were crazy, but not me. It was love at first sight from there.

That boisterous laugh is just one of the many things I adore about you. I also adore your warm smile that could lighten up any room you walked into. And the way your black hair hit right above your shoulders. I remember the day you got that haircut. You asked me with that little smirk on your face, “noticed anything different about me?” Of course I did. I noticed every thing about you. And don’t even get me started on those brown eyes of yours. Like caramel swirls that I just can’t help but get lost in.

You weren’t the hottest girl around, however, you were different and I liked different. Especially in LA where everyone was the same. Everyone was made up and fake, but you were real. As real as it could possibly get. And you were so stubborn. Once your mind was made up, then that was it. You definitely had a thick skull. But I loved you all the same.

I remember the first time I had the balls to come up to you. This time, you were by yourself at the bookstore around the corner. Hardly anyone ever came here. The only reason I did was because I saw you in the window as I walked by. That was a week after I first seen you. A week full of thoughts about you. About how much I wanted to kiss those big, but not too big, pink lips and tell you that my world was now much more colorful with you in it.

You were sat in a red bean-bag chair on the floor reading Sense and Sensibility, a classic. I was nervous as hell, with my palms sweating and my heartbeat racing, but I went up to you eventually and you never looked more beautiful with your blushed cheeks and a shocked look on your face. I couldn’t help but grin. Most likely from being scared of you rejecting me.

We talked all day in that bookstore, hours passed and before we knew it, it was time to head home. I told you things most people didn’t know about me because I just felt that comfortable around you. You told me things that just made me like you more. I got your number and texted you later that night saying how much fun I had learning about you. You said the same and I went to bed smiling like a fool.

Three dates in and I was hooked on you. I know it sounds dramatic, but I waited my whole life for someone like you to come around. I know I was only seventeen at the time, but who cares. And yes, you were two years older than me, but two years didn’t hurt anything. Then came my eighteenth birthday. Your gift to me was your virginity which I was stunned that you were still a virgin, but that made it all the more special. So I made love to you and even though I’ve had sex before, those times didn’t even compare to this time. Cause this time was with you. After we finished, we cuddled, tangled in each other’s arms and that’s when I knew what paradise was. It was being your man.

Then, things took a turn for the worst. We fought like cats and dogs almost everyday and even over the littlest of things. Like what movie we were gonna watch that night, which ended up with me sleeping on the couch because I said some harsh words. It was tough and it hurt like hell to see that you didn’t love me anymore. You didn’t say that directly, but you didn’t have to. I could tell.

From your one-worded answers to the roll of your eyes whenever I tried to make you laugh. It just wasn’t the same. So one day you said, out of the blue, that we should take a break. I was devastated. I never thought you’d ever say that since you always told me you’d never let go. And yet, here you are, letting go. You got up abruptly, had all your things packed before I even got home, and were out the door in no time. I cried for days, weeks, probably even months. I honestly had lost track of time. My twin brother Ethan, who you had so much fun with when we went on our little adventures, told me that he was sorry and that things would get better, but it damn sure didn’t feel like it. My heart was broken and I felt completely empty inside. I wouldn’t wish that feeling on my worst enemy.

Well, time went on and things did get better. I hadn’t heard from you in months and I found somebody new. And I loved her a lot. Her name was Ashley and we did everything together and she made me really happy. However, the night we went out to the movies, I saw you again and this time with another guy. I froze. You were smiling from ear to ear, looking at him like he put all the stars in the sky. Which was the same way I looked at you once upon a time.

That was it. After that I never saw you again. Ethan told me he heard that you moved back to Arizona, your home state. And me and Ashley were doing great. But you’d creep back into my mind every once in a while. I wonder how you’re doing, if you’re happy, or even if you’re still alive. But if you are, then please remember this, I love you. I always have and I always will.

a few things i’ve learned from trying to write more in the past couple of years

usual disclaimer that i’m not published and these are things that work for me, when i say “you” i’m being abstract and referring to myself, etc, etc

this is a VERY LONG post, to everyone on mobile, i apologize

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anonymous asked:

I fucked a guy last night and when I pulled out shit came out... I really wanted to just to and throw up and have him leave but he was so awkward he just kinda froze all red and then he was like do you want to finish and I was too awkward to say no, so he helped me finish but it took forever and I barely came because I was so turned off by the whole scenario. He left and even kissed me, I ran to the shower afterwards now he won't stop messaging me to hang out again what do it do??!

It happens. It comes it anal sex. Clearly most people don’t plan on that happening. What you could do is actually be supportive. He clearly likes you. If you don’t that’s fine, but this shouldn’t be the reason why. Honestly, if you are going to treat him badly because of this accident then maybe you’re not mature enough for sex.

6. Serenade // Klance

« {Part 6 of my Valentine’s collection.} »

a/n: lance plays the ukulele, because of course he does. enjoy!

Everything went to shit when Lance found the ukulele.

Keith had no fucking clue how he’d even gotten one, considering they were in space, hundreds of thousands of light years away from Earth. The origin of the instrument, though, was unimportant. The real problem was that Lance couldn’t seem to stop playing it all the damn time. And he didn’t just play songs, either. He played them at Keith. As in, to serenade him.

Hey there Keith, what’s it like to be part Galra?” Lance sang to him after breakfast one day. “I’m only two feet away, but boy, tonight you look so pretty—”

Keith sighed. “Lance,” he said flatly. “Can you not? Also, ’Galra’ and ‘pretty’ don’t even rhyme.”

“What, you don’t like my gorgeous singing voice?” Lance asked. His hand flew to his chest in mock outrage. “Why, Keith, I’m offended!”

“You sing fine, Lance, but—”

“So you admit you like my singing?” Lance interrupted with a grin. He reached around and slung an arm over Keith’s shoulder. “Well then, you’re in luck—there’s a lot more where that came from.”

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Night in the Woods Review

Night in the Woods is a game that hits close to home. It’s a story about not knowing your place in the world and trying to figure out what everything means. The game takes place in a fictional town of Possum Springs. You play as Mae, a 20 year-old cat that just dropped out of her sophomore year of college. The story chronicles her return to her home, her reunited with her friends and family, and the darker mystery that’s surrounding the town.

The characters are the main highlight in Night in the Woods. Mae’s core group of friends include her old best friend Beatrice, her best friend from high school Gregg, and Gregg’s boyfriend Angus. The game has a finite structure of a kind of sort of daily rutine that you go through. You wake up in your old room at your parents house and go out everyday. You can choose to hang out with Beatrice, or Gregg, or other events around the town. This leads to a dynamic where you miss out on one activity over another, but that leaves you with your own story to tell.

In one case, I choose to hang out with Beatrice over Gregg. This lead to use visiting the local mall, which nobody visits any more due to the age of the internet. We went to a goth store and stole belt buckles and then messed with the wishing well and sprayed pedestrians as they were walking around the mall. I don’t know what would have happened if I decided to go and hang out with Gregg for the day, but that is what gives Night in the Woods a special quality. The developer has crafted scenes that you can miss out on and never see unless you decide to do a 2nd or maybe even 3rd playthrough. In a world where developers want you to see everything in the games they make, it’s refreshing to know that they’re are chunks of the game that I may never see, but I could have a conversation with someone and get an entirely different story out of them. The main plot goes on the back burner from time to time, but these personal stories that you get with Angus, Beatrice, and Gregg are well worth the wait for the twists and turns of the main plot.

The main plot sees Mae struggling to find her place in the world. Mae drops out of college and returns home, but what will she do now? Early on, as you and your friends leave the pizzeria after band practice, you all discover a severed arm on the sidewalk. After poking it with a stick and being stopped by your aunt, who is an local police officer, mysteries dreams start to plague Mae. You go through your day to day, talking to your mom and dad, hanging out with your friends, and finding out more about the dark secrets that are swirling around.

The presentation in Night in the Woods is also something that I couldn’t get enough of. The art style has a very paper craft, hand-drawn style, but the dialogue is very adult. Character talk about not fitting in, moving away to find better things, and dealing with family death. Their was a somber moment where I wend grocery shopping and had dinner with Beatrice and her father at her home. Beatrice’s mother had recently pasted away and now Beatrice is stuck running the family business because of the emotional stress that her father has gone through. It’s these real moments that made Night in the Woods special to me, and some moments that also hit close to home with some of my own struggles in life.

The game took me about 7 hours to finish from start to finish. It was paced exceptionally well. Even in the down time where your just running around town talking to people and growing relationships with past acquaintances, the game is a breath of fresh air. The world feels lived-in and has a history and it’s own story just as deep as any of the characters that inhabit it.  Getting to know Mae, Beatrice, and all of the other townsfolk was such a joy. It felt like I’d known these people from years ago and I was reuniting with them all over again. Night in the Woods is something special. It made me laugh more than most games ever have, the characters all felt like real friends, and it also knew how to hit me in all the right places. Like I said before, Night in the Woods hit close to home for me. In a world where you don’t know what’s around the corner or not sure if you can go on another day, this game shows that it’s a struggle that everyone goes though. Even a 20 year black cat that dropped out of college.

Score: 10/10

‘Twas the night before Christmas, at least in LA—
For Dan, Phil, Jack, and Pewds, ‘twas in fact Christmas Day.
But for Mark, the clock chimed out eleven at night,
And he scritched Chica’s ears as he reached for the light.

All his friends and his loved ones were likely asleep,
But Mark texted “goodnight” before counting his sheep.
His eyelids grew heavy, mind drifting toward dreams,
When the silence was shattered by thudding and screams.

“Oh, godDAMMIT!” A voice echoed out of the smog;
Mark jumped out of bed and tripped over his dog.
He recovered and made for the window with poise,
Which vanished when he spied the source of the noise:

‘Twas Arin, decked out in a red coat and hat,
With a sleigh full of gifts and an elf-costumed cat.
And pulling the sled as it hurled through the sky
Were the Game Grumps and Holly—turns out, they can fly!

They were dressed up as deer, with bright antlers and hooves,
And cute onesies to keep them all snug on the roofs.
Their noses were painted; t’were tails on their butts,
As they flew past the window (and Mark’s frantic “WHAT”s).

“Now, Suzy; now, Barry; now, Ross, Dan, and Brian!
On, Vernon; on, Holly; on, Jack, Matt, and Ryan!
To the top of the house, without hitting more walls!
And don’t challenge me, Ross; you don’t have the rein-balls!”

As Arin called out, the Grumps swooped in to land;
Mark wondered if he should go offer a hand.
The rooftop was angled, not built for a sleigh,
And a hospital’s no place to spend Christmas Day.

But before Mark could move, he did hear a soft sound—
‘Twas the thump of the sled as it safely touched down
And the shuffling of friends on his roof in hoofed feet,
So Mark whipped out his phone, and he tweeted a tweet.

“All the @GameGrumps in costumes came out of the sky.
They’re up on the housetop! I swear I’m not high.”
Then his phone gave a buzz in the palm of his hand,
For @bwecht had replied, “Mind your own business, man.”

Mark huffed but then straightened and made for the stair
After giving the screen one more halfhearted glare,
For he heard Arin’s boots on the living room floor,
And Mark had a few questions, and then several more.

Arin bustled about, a large sack near his feet
From which he took gifts and then stacked them up neat.
A smile lit his face with each present retrieval;
When he laughed, his form shook like a bowl full of evil.

“Dude, what the hell?” Mark demanded, perplexed,
“You broke into my house! Where’s the courtesy text?
And why didn’t you tell me our friends can all fly?
Are these presents a trap? Like a face full of pie?”

Arin’s eyes, they did twinkle; he spoke not a word,
Merely finished unpacking, Mark’s questions unheard,
For his headphones were hidden beneath his red cap.
Then he vanished, his ears full of jolly gift-rap.

Mark gaped like a fish, then he rushed out the door;
All the Grumps shot him hand-hearts and took off once more.
They explained not a thing; Arin yelled, merry-bright:
“Happy holidays, all, and to all, a good night!”

Mark facepalmed and dragged himself into the house;
Not a creature was stirring, neither Chica nor mouse.
All the gifts glimmered, innocent, under the tree;
They could wait til the morning, post-sleep and coffee.

And so if, in December, you hear a strange sound
While you’re sleeping with nary a witness around,
Just remember this tale, and do try not to jump
If you creep out of bed and discover a Grump. ;)

10

My first roll20 event - ‘The Seed’

This was the ‘finale’ of a private storyline that was pretty big to Faervell’s overall story. A demonic ‘seed’ had been planted in his mind many years ago and has been festering and growing ever since. As of late, it’s been controlling more of Faervell’s actions, leading him to it’s final ‘phase’ which would entail forcing him to open a portal into the realm of it’s master and be eaten, providing an energized and tasty treat for the real demon.

Needless to say, those that actually know and care about Faervell did not want this, and they caught him before he could even start the process of setting up the portal.

Taking him to the infirmary, Elleynah bravely brought Cynel, Esme, and Feyrintha with her to delve into his mind itself and dig out the demonic entity that had grown inside. They wandered through memories that had been twisted, had to fight away deceptive reflections, had to run from some of them, all to finally get to the actual seed. 

It was a heavy fight, yet, they all managed to finally defeat the seed, Feyrintha devouring the rest of whatever was left of the creature. With that, they left Faervell’s mind and Elleynah confirmed that his mind had been purified, in a way. Damaged, but purified.


I had a lot of fun writing this and making the maps for it all. I wanna thank everyone that came for being patient with me, even though it took like three nights to finish, and I hope it was a fun story.

@jessipalooza @she-wants-the-d20 @stormandozone @cynfuldax

Extra extra EXTRA thanks for Saki who pulled through and helped make some AMAZING tokens, like the ‘corrupt seed’ that you see above. She’s fantastic.

@sakialyn

I look forward to making more in the future… maybe some for the whole guild too.

@thesunguardmg

@lauwurens so a fic about Hamilton not actually intending to throw his shot away

It’s more directionless and less heartfelt than intended, and only Hamburr if you’re squinting, but it’s… something? Please enjoy these bitter awkward men


Confession time, here’s what I got. My fellow soldiers will tell you, I’m a terrible shot.”


Burr sat by the hospital bed, though he was hardly welcome. That Hamilton was certain to survive was likely the only reason. Eliza and Angelica turned between staring at him with piercing, not-quite-glares, and ignoring him entirely.

Hamilton dozed fitfully, wrist swallowed in bandages. There was little chance of him ever writing with that hand again. It was his left, less dominant hand- his right had been holding the gun, well away from his torso- but it seemed symbolic, anyways. Burr huffed at the thought, drawing the stares of everyone in the room again.

Burr had missed his target somewhat, obviously. Hamilton was now more free than ever to continue slandering him, once he got out of here. Hell, even before then, he’d probably be writing away. Burr felt relief, anyways.

He didn’t think he’d regret killing Hamilton in a fair duel, at least not totally; but it hadn’t come to that, because Burr was a terrible shot.

Hamilton started to stir. Burr left before he was fully awake, as always.

Burr stopped visiting when Hamilton was deemed safe enough to return home, knowing the limits of both his own and others’ comfort. Hamilton, apparenty, didn’t- more than one letter arriving at his doorstep, demanding a visit.

Thankfully, Burr didn’t even have to pretend to be busy. His reputation as already non-existent before the duel- that was the whole reason things had escalated so far to begin with- and now Jefferson and the rest were wasting no time slandering him. He spared a moment to consider how much worse it could have been, and then went back to work making sure he wouldn’t be chased off with pitchforks.

All the while Burr waited for Hamilton’s other shoe to drop, for more public letters about how he should be kept from power and influence. He did not expect that to come in the form of Angelica showing up in person at his doorstep.

“Can I help you with anything?” Burr asked politely, once he was done staring.

Angelica raised a brow. “You can come with me.”

“Excuse me?” Burr blinked, knowing better than to make Angelica repeat herself, but being unable to say anything else.

“You’ve been ignoring Alexander’s letters. Lord knows I’d rather not see you again, but he’s being stubborn and it’s upsetting Eliza and the children.”

Burr stared, unable to smooth the confused crease in his brow. “I’m sorry to hear that. Mr. Hamilton should understand it would be improper for me to visit, all things considered.” Then, feeling a tad self deprecating, he added, “I’ve already had to fight enough not to be arrested, any approach to his home would probably be seen as an attempt to finish the job.”

Angelica gave Burr a deadpan stare. “Wear a cloak or something then. I don’t care, but you are coming with me.” She enunciated her words, all too serious.

Burr took a step from the door, suddenly wary. “I’m sorry, but I can not. Good night.” He moved to close the door. Angelica’s boot caught in the doorway.

“I’m not leaving.” Her eyes flashed.

Burr sighed. He wasn’t even sure why he was avoiding it so much; Hamilton always got his way when he was stubborn like this. “I don’t even know what I’d say, or what he even wants to hear,” He admitted.

Angelica was unmoving, as expected. “Perhaps that is why you need to talk.”

Burr sighed again, a weary exhale. “Fine, I’ll get my coat.”

When Burr arrived, Hamilton didn’t start speaking. He just stared, silent and unnerving, until Burr was forced to break the silence himself. “Hamilton, I don’t know what you want to hear from me.” He almost surprised himself with how easy it was to be frank, but it was hard to worry too much about formalities with a person when you’ve shot them.

“Well,” Hamilton spoke slowly. “Do you regret it?”

Burr narrowed his eyes, considering. “The duel itself? No, not really.”

“No, I know why all that happened,” Hamilton smirked, but it looked more like a grimace. “I meant that you got my hand instead of my side.”

“You’re asking if I regret not killing you when I had the chance,” Burr stated plainly. “If you just forced me here to guilt me into apologies, I’m leaving.” He stood up, just to make his point.

Hamilton’s good hand grabbed his jacket, grip surprisingly tight. Burr paused. “I forced you to come here so I could apologize.” Hamilton corrected, something strange in his eyes. Something strange that reminded Burr of nostalgic times, back when their opposition to the other was far more friendly and far less bitter.

“Apologize for what?” Burr couldn’t keep the incredulity from his voice. “You not apologizing for the slander is what brought the duel on, so it’s not that. I’m the one who challenged you, so you’re not sorry for that, and you certainly can’t be sorry for being the one who was shot!” Adrenaline filled Burr for the first time since the duel as words spat from his lips. He suddenly wanted to pace, but Hamilton’s hand still gripped his jacket in a deadlock.

Hamilton laughed, deep from the chest. The reaction was so unexpected that Burr paused, wind taken from his sails. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but talk less.”

Burr gaped, and then snorted despite himself. “That’s rich, coming from you.”

“Oh, I know,” Hamilton smiled, but the corners of his lips quickly dropped. “I could have stood to listen to you a bit more, back then. You probably were just trying to help.”

Burr hummed. “You mean I wasn’t being pretentious and unhelpful, just because I was already in a position of influence?” Hamilton winced slightly at Burr’s words, a repetition of one of his quite loud complaints in the past. He’d never taken it back his entire life, Burr didn’t know what to do now that he actually was.

“I need to apologize because I was intending to shoot you,” Hamilton finally admitted.

Burr tried to make sense of the sentence. “That’s the entire point of a duel?”

“No, well I mean, you’re right. But I was going to tell people I threw my shot. It was in my letters and everything.”

Burr paused again. “But- you made no indication of throwing the shot. You had your gun, and your glasses, and you weren’t raising it away.” He thought about it a moment longer. “But if I drew first and killed you, it wouldn’t have mattered.”

Hamilton nodded, head dipping down. “If I won, I’d burn the letters. If I lost, you would lose, too.”

Burr sat down again heavily, staring at his hands. He shouldn’t have been surprised- it was smart, and they were the opposite of friends, now. “Why tell me this? Why not still go through with it?” If Hamilton had brought him here to say this, he was clearly dropping that plan. But, “You could use it to raise your status again, potentially.”

“Burr, I’m tired.” Hamilton loosed a long sigh. “My political career is ending, maybe it’s already over, and I wanted to use my own potential death as a final act of revenge.”

Hamilton stared into Burr’s eyes- he did look tired, exhausted even. “It is rather draining,” Burr admitted. He wouldn’t pretend he was much better.

Hamilton huffed, almost but not quite a laugh. “I told Eliza everything. She’s the one who insisted I speak to you. After telling me off herself, anyways.”

“Should I be thanking her?” Burr wondered aloud. “Does this even change anything?” 

“I don’t know, do you forgive me?” Hamilton shrugged. He also dropped his gaze.

Burr considered. “Well, you didn’t actually go through with it,” He said, “And plus, I did get to shoot you. The duel concluded honourably, and with no casualties. I’d say we’re even.”

A small, genuine smile worked its way onto Hamilton’s face. “Like it never happened?”

“I wouldn’t say that,” Burr corrected. Any other time in his life, he would have let it go with a completely false “sure”, but he found himself unable to lie after all that. “But I suppose we can move on, since the matter’s concluded.”

When it came to Hamilton, nothing was ever concluded. Hamilton could have died, and that would still be the case; he would have found some way to haunt Burr forever. The closure, however, did mean something. Burr would have to thank Eliza later.

Benevolence 2

2/20 I just so happened to read the first chapter and realized my dumb ass spelled ‘hear’ instead of ‘here’. Anyways here the second chapter 

Word Count: 2,198


    “When you create a piece of fashion don’t compare it to someone else. That’s the entire point of being unique, your pieces won’t stand out unless they’re unique.”

            I’m sitting in the middle of my lecture usually I was all up for paying attention in class but, I was more focused on the lecture I would be getting when I got home. If I recall correctly Baekhyun said “Family meeting as soon your class ends Y/N we have things to address.”       

                                                   It took everything in me not to start cackling at the word ‘family’. This was anything but a family this was pure bullshit. He wants me to get along with Taeyeon so damn bad yet, when he saw us in the shower he looked anything but happy. Baekhyun behaves like a child meaning he’s still upset about last night. I can’t focus on that right now these assignments are going to take ages. Then on top of all of that I still haven’t finished my birthday dress, I’ve been working on it for almost six weeks. I’m adding each individual diamond, it’s costing me thousands. The only reason I’m putting in so work is because, Baekhyun promised to spend the entire day just us on my birthday. Another thing he had decided to bribe me with when I tried to leave, again.       

 “Y/N and Lisa will be working on the designs for the school’s annual ballroom party. I expect no mistakes to be made.” Our Professor spoke sternly. 

I look over to my left and saw Lisa, I didn’t know much about her other than what she told the class. “I’m a trainee who will debut soon enough.”  I never really paid much attention to anyone in my fashion course honestly because there were too many people in the first place. If there was one thing that I’d always choose over Baekhyun it would be my job. 

“Hello Y/N, nice to see you again.”, Lisa whispered as she caught my gaze. 

“Same to you, Lisa” I gave her a small smile. “I’m thinking lace gowns with 1 and a half inch gold threading.”

Lisa looked taken aback, I hope she didn’t expect our project meant getting personal. However, she quickly masked the expression with a large small, my biggest pet peeve. When people gave me those big ass fake smiles.

“Once we get the stencils with the correct sizes we can start.”, She declared, grabbing a sheet of paper and jotting something down. “Here’s my number we could meet tomorrow maybe?” Gazing down at the paper with numbers on it, I tore a small piece of it off and wrote down my own number.

“Sorry tomorrow is actually my birthday but, we can meet the day after. Here’s my number give me a call if you need anything.”

“Sure, Happy early birthday.”, She spoke gathering her things once the bell rang.

Giving her a small nod I walked off preparing myself for what was going to  happen once I returned home. My mind soon wandered off to Baekhyun and the days we used to spend alone. Our relationship was never just about sex we used to actually spend still with each other enjoy each other’s company. It’s more than obvious that that’s all done with now. I scold myself sometimes for evening going back to those memories because, with the way things are now his love for me was always lust.

“Y/N you work too hard nowadays come on, let’s rest for a little while.”, Baekhyun whined from the sofa.

“You know how important it is for me to get this work done. If I miss making one design my entire career could be over. On top of all that I still have to make the outfit’s for your Lotto video.”, I ranted grabbing my hand sewer to hem the last part of the shirt. It’s sweet how much he wants to spend time with me but, this work has to be done.

“Do you at least want me to make you something to eat?” 

A chuckle escaped my lips before I could stop it, Baekhyun couldn’t cook. I knew this for a fact when he made me ramen instead of sweet and sour pork like he promised. I didn’t say anything because I honestly didn’t care the ramen was still delicious. But I did mutter a few mocking words toward him at the  end of the date. “I didn’t know sweet and sour pork came in ramen form. I guess I should tell the chief down at my favorite restaurant that he’s doing it wrong.”

            I’d never forget the way his smooth pale skin turned a light peach color. I’m guessing he just thought I didn’t notice the switched menu items. He quickly apologized and said he had forgotten that I requested a specific menu item. It was cute how embarrassed he had gotten. The next we had dinner I ended up making it myself. “You could’ve at least let me help you.”, He grumbled stuffing his mouth.

 “I like cooking Baekhyun, you don’t have to go through the trouble.”

Chuckling again at the memory I turned towards him. “Yeah can you make some of your ramen shaped sweet and sour pork?”

I scowl took over his usually happy looking face as he remember the night he tried to cook me sweet and sour pork but failed desperately so, he made ramen hopping I wouldn’t notice. He always tried to feed me little white lies to make me think he was great at anything and everything.

“At least I tried to make it for you, do you even realize how hard that shit is?”, He pouted.

“Baekhyun it took me twenty-five minutes to make it, it would’ve been fifteen if someone wasn’t kissing down my neck every five minutes.”, I giggled at his reaction.

“Well I’m used to watching the cooking not actually doing the cooking.”, He mumbled going into the kitchen.

 “I can make you the best ramen you’ll ever taste.” He declared snatching a pot down causing the rest to fall on top of him.

“You idiot.”, I laughed going over to get them off of him. “I don’t need you to cook for me because, I know you love me.”

“I’m still cooking the ramen.”, He muttered as he pressed his lips against mine.

Oh has the time gone by, what makes me feel even more stupid is the fact that he was lying. He knows how to cook a decent meal, he does it for Taeyeon all the time. He saw my reaction the first time I caught him making sweet and sour pork for her. He claimed to ‘just gotten the hang of it’ but, I smell bullshit all over that excuse.

           Walking into the apartment I could feel that something was off. Sprinting back out the door honestly seemed like a better option. I had no idea what to expect all I know is that Baekhyun was and still is angry. But over what? It’s not like he didn’t invite Taeyeon in the shower whenever I got in him with him. I mean shit it was a rare occasion when she wasn’t present whenever we took a shower. It had gotten to the point where I had to sneak him into the bathroom to be alone together.

“Y/N, come here.”

Shit.                                                                                                                       It was too late now, I couldn’t just run off. Taking a deep breath I walked further into the apartment only to see Baekhyun sitting on the couch. Where was Taeyeon? She was always here for shit like this, she used it as an excuse to speak to me.

“Where’s Taeyeon?”, I asked slipping some design stencils onto the coffee table.

“She’s at the studio trying to talk about a solo project.I already talked to her about it when you left for school. I wanted to speak to you alone, Y/N.”

Taeyeon working on a solo project is not my business. I guess she really is trying to ‘work hard’ again. Baekhyun however, I knew he wasn’t going to let this one go. I saw that look on Baekhyun’s face this morning it would’ve sent shivers down any man’s spine. I’m glad he isn’t pushing anything about last night.

“There’s nothing to talk about, at least I won’t do the talking you’ll just sit and yell at me.”, I remarked.

“Y/N, stop getting smart and just sit down.”, He barked smacking his hand on his thigh. Rolling my eyes I sat on the far end of the coach away from him. If I was being truthfully with myself I wanted to roll on his side and cuddle up to him but, I see no point in trying at this point.

“Now I want to you to tell me what happened this morning AND I want to talk about last night.”, He expressed firmly.

“I was going to take a shower when Taeyeon suggested she’d hop in. She slipped and fell on top of me right before you came in nothing else. I didn’t even want to take a shower with her I don’t even like her.”, I replied crossing my arms over my chest. It was true, only reason I even let her take a shower with me is because she asked so damn fast about it.

“There’s nothing to talk about last night either. You and Taeyeon didn’t care about the fact that I had to get up early today but decided to have sex while I was in bed. Don’t worry that’s not even the worst part you Baekhyun, had no problem with me leaving the room last night. Then you waited till after you got done fucking Taeyeon to come ‘check on me.’ “, I snapped at him

“First, I don’t like you or Taeyeon even touching yourselves let alone each other. Second, I was still hard Y/N what did you expect me to do?”, Baekhyun barked back at him.

Was he serious?

Was he fucking serious? I couldn’t stop the smart remark from rolling off of my tongue.

“I didn’t fucking want Taeyeon touching me and I really don’t see the problem with me touching myself since you never do.”

“Is this what’s this about sex? God Y/N, I could fuck you anytime you want me to you know that.”

“Really that wasn’t the case last night Baekhyun, you pushed me away!”, I shouted.

“Because, you had just got done complaining about not getting any sleep from having sex I wasn’t going to fuck you with your damn attitude.”, He snapped “While we’re on the topic I think I’ve had enough of your attitude towards Taeyeon. She’s trying her best to make this relationship work while you’ve been shitting all over it.”

“You both knew I never wanted this bullshit excuse for a relationship to even happen! I’m not going to sit around and be fake smiling in her face like I don’t want you to myself.”, I hissed at him. I was now getting up to walk away to finish some work upstairs.

“I’m not yours anymore Y/N, at least not completely. I think your being a little greedy and selfish by not even trying to make this work. Tomorrow as your punishment, Taeyeon will be coming with us for dinner.”

 She really just had to fucking ruin everything did she? I can’t completely blame her Baekhyun is taking this way too far as well. He knew how excited I was for my birthday this year. I wanted to spent the day alone with him.

       “Fine it’s just the dinner anyways.”, I mumbled getting ready to head back upstairs. 

“I’m not spending the day with you either I have practice tomorrow.”

I froze, no, no, no,no, he couldn’t be taking that away from me too. I’ve been working on this damn dress since forever because I was so excited to spend my birthday with him. He couldn’t take the day away from me fuck the dinner.

“Baekhyun, are you serious you told me you had cleared your schedule for this.”, I spoke this gritted teeth turning around to face him.

“Well, some things came up I’m sorry baby.” Liar he was lying he purposely filled his schedule so he didn’t have to spend my birthday with me.

“Baekhyun please, I just want to spend some time alone with you on my birthday. You know how excited I was for this.”

“Enough  Y/N, Taeyeon is coming with us or Taeyeon and I go to dinner alone.”, He snapped at me before going into the kitchen.

I dragged myself upstairs into master bathroom locking the door. I didn’t even want to seem weak for even a second in front of anyone. I just don’t understand why this was even happening. Why out of all the times for Taeyeon to come back into the picture is when I love him. I felt my eyes begin to water.

“No Y/N you will not cry over any man.”, I yelled at myself. Unlocking the door I tried to put myself together. 

“You have to go finish that dress to have dinner with Baekhyun and Taeyeon.”, I mumble to myself.


Next chapter is birthday chapter I’m going to honest there’s no happy moments. It’ll be some smut towards the end but pure angst. Thanks for reading.