This chub escaped his cage last night (finally figured out how!) and had to spend some time in the time out cage until I got it sorted. Of course the BLIND mouse would escape. Guess it was a good thing it was him and not gambit because gambit doesn’t quite trust me yet.
I’m just saying, I’ve never been to a party where Mr Brightside hasn’t played at some point (usually towards the end of the night where things are winding down and people are more likely to be drunk and emo) so it’s not a stretch to imagine Jack sat against his bedroom door at the epikegster trying to fight off a panic attack - way after Kent’s left and Bitty’s given up knocking - as the floor vibrates underneath him and Brandon Flowers sings it was only a kiss, how did it end up like this? It was only a kiss…
OK this is from a series of DnD version 4 encounters I participated in back in 2010. I was really new to DnD, and everyone else in the party was an experienced player. Also, I was playing a Tiefling sorceress and built a reputation for myself as consistently rolling terribly on accuracy.
-Encounter where we failed at diplomacy-
DM: So you’ve broken out of the cage and now the mob of offended dwarves is after you. Wizard: I use my spell of prestidigitation to give them the finger.
-Encounter where we were trying to retrieve a relic from a house-
DM: You have arrived at the house. It is on fire, and the fire seems to have been set by fire elementals. Me (OOC): Finally! I level where I won’t suck! Warforged (OOC): Yeah, let’s have the fire-resistant one take point here.
Me (in a room alone): I want to do a perception check to see what this pot is. DM: Go ahead. Me: *passes roll* DM: It’s clearly magical, but you can’t tell what it does. Me: I knock over the pot so it smashes on the ground. DM: It was trapped, and smashing it sets the floor of the entire room on fire. Fire trap, roll one d6… But your fire resistance is 6 so don’t bother. Me: I dance in the flames and cackle loudly.
-Encounter where we have to escort an elf NPC-
Elf: *describes herself* DM: And then she does herbalist jazz hands.
-Encounter in a cave-
Druid (OOC): So you made a glowing stone duck? Warlock (OOC): Yes. (we needed a light source)
Me (OOC): Yeah, it takes a special kind of person to get hit by a wall. Ranger (OOC): Hey, it was a lucky shot!
(there was a shallow pond in our way) Druid: I send my familiar out to investigate. DM: As soon as he touches the surface of the water, it freezes. Your bear is now stuck until someone breaks him out of the ice. Druid: I run forward towards him shouting “No! My bear!”
Me: OK, so I move forward here. Warforged (OOC): Great idea, using the wizard as a shield. I’m sure drycleaning will get the bloodstains out.
-Encounter the boss battle is with three different dragons at once-
Me: I cast chaos bolt on the black dragon… *fails accuracy roll* DM: You somehow managed to miss a dragon the size of a house.
for @j2-wincest-reblogs (thank you so much for your words, I am a follower of your blog!) Those are the fics I’ve read with this trope, hope helps.
Lullaby VerseAU from the last minutes of episode 3x16. An encounter with a witch leaves Dean in a disturbing predicament. The relationship he shares with his brother will be put to test, and everything he thought he could control in his life will be changed forever.
Gifts from an Apocalypse Sam had always assumed weird to be synonymous with Winchester. And with Lucifer out of his cage, he only expected the strangeness quotient to increase.But even in his wildest dreams he had never anticipated that the biggest change of the apocalypse would be him and Dean raising a child. Together
Phoenix RisingSam and Dean are given a very special responsibility by Castiel that brings them closer over the years, until each realizes that he no longer wants anything but the other.
Mickey verse Sam disappears after a fight and Dean finds him ten month’s later in a hospital. Dean has to work to put their relationship back together while dealing with a major change in their lives.
I See the Moon Sam had known how Dean felt about him when he’d left for Stanford. His own feelings weren’t so clear. He’d needed time away from it all, hunting, his father, and especially Dean. It took him five years and a degree he hadn’t planned on to realize there was only one person he wanted to share his life with. He’d never considered the possibility that Dean would move on without him…or that something could happen that would erase him from his brother’s life completely.
Kingdom Come After getting knocked up in the midst of a zombie apocalypse, this time should be easier. Instead of wayward Gods, Leviathans, and running for his life, all Sam has to deal with is his suburban life, and there isn’t much of a challenge there. Well, okay, maybe his daughter has formed an unhealthy bond with the family dog, and maybe Dean’s best friend should butt out and find someone else to pine after. And sure, Sam still has to deal with the fact that he’s a pregnant guy, which is pretty much the crappiest situation ever. So perhaps things aren’t quite as peachy-keen as he thought they were. Featuring Chester the dog, Reagan, the psychotic tomboy daughter, Mona, the best friend with not-so-good intentions, and in the middle of it, Sam and Dean trying to figure out how they fit together in this whole screwed-up scenario. (This fic is a sequel of In the Name of the Father, the Son, and the Zombie Spirit )
Four Christmases Dean is amused, Sam is easily persuaded and DJ is wearing antlers. Christmas with the Winchesters.
Regrets Sam refuses to allow the Crossroads Demon to have his brother.
It’s a Not-So-Wonderful Life Dean has finally given in to the Mark of Cain and become a monster. Gabriel gives Sam a chance to save him, but only by erasing himself from Dean’s life. What would Dean’s life be like if Sam had never existed? Without Sam, Dean gets the apple-pie life Sam always wished he could have, never knowing what his brother sacrificed. Until the day that something supernatural happens, and Dean’s happy, normal life encounters a snag or two in the form of a tall, dark-haired stranger.
The Humble Pie The Trickster decides to take the matter in his own hands about the future apocalypse. The only way he knows is to give to the Winchesters something else to live for other than John’s vengeance, Sam’s plan of rebellion and Dean’s desperate need to keep the family together.
Not a Curse After AllDean didn’t understand how his life always seemed to take the oddest turns. Another case with a witch and it was official, he was dying, not just dying, but a slow torturous decent into his worst fears before he went. He was eating like a teenage girl on a date, sleeping like a middle aged man in a mid-life crises and he hadn’t wanted sex in….shit he didn’t even know how long.
Only Dreams First-time Wincest. Sam and Dean struggle to cope with the end of the world.
Ben Has Two Dads Uncles hen Ben turns thirteen and learns that Dean Winchester is his father, he runs away to join his father (and uncle). A tale where boys are boys, Vikings are Vikings, unicorns go to Candy Mountains, Dean and Sam are in big gay love, and Ben becomes a Winchester.
The Best Gift Of All Verse Sam runs away from and abusive relationship, taking his daughter with him. On the road and trying to get as far as possible on limited funds, his car breaks down. Against his better judgment, Dean, a mostly retired hunter and the town mechanic, offers to let them stay with him until repairs can be made. (Sam and Dean aren’t related)
Home Visits Dean Winchester is in the process of adopting a daughter when a government worker throws his delicately balanced world off its axis (Sam and Dean aren’t related)
Into My Head Child Services caseworker Sam St.John moved from San Antonio, Tx, to Galveston, searching for a more gay-friendly environment. He never expected to meet Dean Winchester and his family, who run a horse ranch and riding stable on the island. They welcome him with open arms and Sam can’t help falling for the silent green-eyed man. (need an AO3 account to read it)
Lesbian. Everyone was calling her a lesbian. It was all Grace Manchester’s fault. Why did she have to tell everyone what had happened between them? It was just a little kiss. She thought Grace really liked her, but clearly that wasn’t the truth. It had only been one day since she tried to kiss her friend– well, ex-friend now– but the entire high school was talking about it. She was only a freshman, but her reputation was already ruined– well, what little reputation she had.
Instead of hanging out with Laura and her friends like she usually did after school, she went straight home. It wasn’t that they didn’t know or were homophobic, but she just wanted to be left alone, to hide away in her room for the rest of her life. When she arrived back at the group home, she walked inside, looked at everyone that was there at the moment, and stated flat-out, “You all better leave me alone tonight or you’re dead meat.” She didn’t know how many of them knew, and didn’t care; she was ready to pounce at anyone who gave her a hard time for anything.