So this is from a second campign of mine. in it we are on the run from a lych king trying to go on this quest to gain the powers to defeat him. i missed one session and so next session i find out we have a ring of limited wishes. they decide since i didnt get a wish last time they’ll hand over the last wish to me.
Me: Ok so i doubt this’ll work but.. i wish that Lych asshole never existed. but thats dumb so let me think of a real wis-
DM: *rolls for it*…what the fuck
DM: *rolls again and laughs* YOU GOT 20 TWENTIES IN A ROW!
Me: wait what!? W-wait can i change my wish!
DM: to late you already said i wish!
Time and space begin to break apart
Bard Girl: THIS IS WHY WE SHOULDN’T LET HIM MAKE WISHES
Druid: ok from now on no one let him make aby decisions
04.30.2017//this is by far my fave spread, but then I could be bias (did you see what I did there? Yes? No? Alright). Anyways, I’ve officially finished my first year of university and it’s crazy to think that it’s already over. Like I have no idea what I’m gonna do for the next four months.
This was inspired by an idea from my Over 30 sisters & my impulsive purchase of a J2 Sandwich photo opp for Seacon in April. Ahhh! I’m freakin out! :) Enjoy!
Our boots crunched on the wet leaves as we moved quickly through the forest. The overcast sky and misting rain didn’t help since we were already cold in thin, gray jumpsuits. I shivered as I followed close behind Dean, Sam behind us with the stolen gun.
Suddenly we reached a clearing and I could see the outline of a small building. As we approached Sam and I kept lookout, and Dean went up to jimmy the door of the cabin. After looking inside a window, he stepped back and kicked the door in. Sam and I followed him inside, looking quickly behind us before barricading the cabin with a heavy dresser.
The cabin was dark inside with half of the windows boarded up, and the hodgepodge of furniture collected like dusty landmines. The earthy scent of rain and old firewood smoke filled the air. We spread out around the one room, searching boxes and crates. Sam banged open a rusty metal filing cabinet on the far wall, and laughed shortly as he saw what was inside.
It’s one of my ideas for an end to the Filthy Frank Show.
But if you’re curious for what lies ahead, you have been warned.
Frank lines the three of them up one by one.
“Cover your ears. All of you.”
They do as he says.
Sal turns around. Afraid.
“It’ll be alright Salamander Man. Just turn around okay? Here take your flute.“
Sal begins to play his classic song.
He spins around to look at Frank.
“Hey buddy, can you rap for us? Reaaaallly fuckin loud I want the neighbors to hear that shit. And no matter what you hear, do not uncover your ears.”
He perks up and sings his tune with his ears covered. Frank can’t understand his gibberish but he knows he’s calmed.
Lemon is curled up on the end going on and on about twenty-one, as usual.
Frank pulls the gun out from his waistband and cocks it. He starts with Sal. He puts the gun behind his head and looks away.
“I’ll see you soon buddy”
His flute hits the floor and his body drops.
Pink Guy continues his song, much louder and much more disconcerted than before.
Frank attempts to gather himself as he moves to Lemon. He puts the gun behind his head as he screams. He was about to pull the trigger but
“w-wait Franku please I don’t wanna die”
Frank, astounded by his first use of actual speech, lowers his gun.
He crouches down next to him
“It’s gonna be okay. We’re going to a better place. No more Chin Chin, no more worries.”
“Yeah sure fuck it twenty-one.”
He stands back up behind him, gun in hand.
“We’ll see each other soon.”
He slumps forward as fluids drain from his body.
And finally, Pink Guy. Frank finds this the hardest to do. Pink stops his song and uncovers his ears. He opens his eyes and stares about the bloodied room, and at the bodies of his friends. He breaks.
“God dammit Pink Guy, what the fuck did I say?”
“Because there’s nothing left for us here. Chin Chin will be here soon we’re running out of time. And I can’t stop him. No one can. And I’m not letting him take you guys. I’m not letting what happened to Safari Man happen to you. This is the only way. Now shut up an-”
“NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO”
Pink’s life flashes before his eyes.
Fighting to stay alive.
He remembers being chased in the pitch blackness, only the red light of his torch guiding his way.
He remembers the cool touch of a blood filled tub. He remembers the vomit, he remembers the pain.
He remembers Chin Chin’s curse. He remembers the agony he was put in.
He remembers Frank saving him.
And he trusts him.
He closes his eyes.
And he let’s go.
“Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck FUUUUUUUUUUUCK”
Frank screams as he cradles Pink’s limp body. He puts the gun to his head.
“I’m coming Pink Guy, I’m….”
But he can’t do it.
How many times had he had a shot gun in his mouth?
How many times had he said he wanted to kill himself?
But now that the time had come, he couldn’t bring himself to pull the trigger.
“Need some help?”
Frank looked up to see that familiar face.
George stood over him with that laid back attitude he always had.
“Fuck you faggot, get out of here”
He threw the gun at George’s feet.
“I just wanna help. You want out of here, and I… want you gone. It’s over Frank. “
Frank looked up again but lost breath at what he saw.
George stood there in his grey hoodie, black track pants, and those classic Nike’s.
But a dark force stood beyond him, he could make out a shadow lingering over him.
It was Chin Chin.
“You know what he wants. What we both want. Now either you let me help you, or he will.”
“…Fine. Fuck ass.”
“Even to the very end, you’re still an asshole huh? I know there’s more to you than that. I’ve seen it.”
“Wanna suck my ass while you’re down there kissing it?”
“I’m gonna miss you Frank. You’ll always be a part of me, and I’ll never forget that.”
“Don’t cause too much trouble up there. And hey lighten up. You’re free now.”
“And so am I.”
George pulls the trigger.
A loud gunshot heard for miles rings out.
He releases a sigh of relief, the shadow of Chin Chin fades away, and the whole world is lifted from his shoulders.
okay so i was having thoughts this morning about how i believe that obi-wan was probably t h e best master for anakin under the circumstances (and a few others) and how as much as i hate predestination, if you accept anakin as (one of?) the chosen one(s), then he is fated to bring about the fall of the Jedi - cos you can’t have balance when the lightside outnumbers the darkside by as much as it does. and i started thinking about how what if the universes where obi-wan is his master greatly delays him fucking off to the darkside and bringing about the end of the Order? well, he was all of 23 when that happened, which means in other universes, where obi-wan is not his master, he probably abandons the order much younger than that.
okay, so - an au where.
an au where qui-gon lives. despite reasons why it probably wouldn’t happen, he becomes anakin’s master, obi-wan fucks off to do Knight Things and Grow As His Own Person. anakin has his canonical crisis of faith and great realization that being a jedi is difficult and not actually all that he thought it was going to be. he fucks off from the order - say around the age of fifteen?
qui-gon, despite everything, goes off to hunt him. despite this “betrayal”. after all, anakin is the chosen one, right? so he even goes so far as to call in obi-wan to help him find anakin. meanwhile, anakin is employing every last trick in the book to remain out of reach. he won’t go back - he won’t. he can do more good out there in the galaxy, instead of tied down by the (hostile, tbh) jedi order.
it just so happens that obi-wan finds him. rather than try to arrest him or anything (leaving the order is not a ‘take into custody’ offense, as obi-wan well knows) and actually talks to anakin about the reasons why he’s fucked off. he finds the reasons understandable. besides, becoming a jedi is not being conscripted. anakin has the right to leave if he feels like it. obi-wan tells him that it’s fucking dangerous for a half-trained force sensitive out there in the wild galaxy, but when anakin doesn’t change his mind (because he’s hella stubborn tbh) obi-wan is just like “welp” and lets him go. he tells qui-gon he never found anakin, but that it’s really unreasonable to hunt the kid down for fucking off. it’s another thing that qui-gon and obi-wan don’t see eye-to-eye with.
so that’s that, right? they’ll never see the chosen one again.
but wait, there’s more. So of course the Sith find anakin. he must bring balance to the force. Dooku and Sidious play bad cop/good cop until anakin is firmly under Sidious’ thumb. (presumably, Qui-gon would have found nine hundred different ways to keep anakin away from palpatine, who might even have been the one to plant the idea of running off into anakin’s head on the few times when he was allowed to speak with the kid). anakin goes corrupt, as you do when siths are fucking with your head, and the story proceeds.
here it is, the fall of the jedi order, and order 66.
ymmv what happens to qui-gon. does he live through even this? or is he shot down protecting obi-wan? in either case, obi-wan survives as he tends to, trying to regroup with the rest of the surviving Jedi. of course, you have this wretched sith lord, Darth Vader, hunting them all down. his skill with a blade is unparalleled. no jedi who has faced him has survived.
when he finds them, obi-wan stays back, sacrificing himself to save the others. and yet, to his surprise, darth vader does not kill him. darth vader himself does not understand entirely why, only that once when he was very young, a jedi heard him out and let him go.
he does not let obi-wan go, but neither does his blade fall.
For the 5 ficlet, how about percabeth and the five times one of them tries getting a pet?
Percy was six years old when his mother took him to the aquarium for the first time. Sally and Gabe had gotten married a few months ago and things at home hadn’t gone the way she planned, but she finally managed to save enough money to take Percy out to a nice place.
Percy was more than happy to visit the aquarium, even though he wasn’t sure why he was hearing voices calling him “Lord”. When he told Sally, she just laughed and told him to find his favorite exhibit, Percy didn’t see the worry on his mother’s face.
Percy loved the aquarium, he couldn’t remember the last time he had felt this happy—well, a time when his mother’s cooking wasn’t involved. They stayed there from opening time until closing, enjoying each other’s company and feeling happy to be together, away from Gabe.
“Can we buy a fish?” Percy said when they were walking back home.
“I don’t think right now is the best time to get a pet,” Sally said, holding his hand a little bit tighter.
“I can take care of it, mom!” Percy replied. “Please! I can buy the food with my allowance!”
“Gabe won’t allow it sweetie, but I promise you, one day I’ll get you a pet,” Sally said.
“I’m really sorry baby, I truly am.” Sally couldn’t look Percy in the eyes; she didn’t want to see the sadness in them. “But maybe I can bake you some cookies?”
“Can I help?”
Sally laughed. “Of course you can! You’re my little assistant after all!”
Ok ok ok… So here are two Oikawa + “Swedish” outfits. (I just picked two guys at random from my school year catalogue and drew their outfits) that anon requested. I really don’t know what is fashionable here… So I just did this instead, I hope it’s okay! One thing I noticed was that almost all guys are wearing blue jeans that’re cuffed + a random long sleeved shirt…. Yeah!