Been havin’ a lot of bro bonding feels since the comic came out. Like, if Genji really does have an arm and more importantly a tiddie under that armor than i think he’d eventually show it when he’s around Hanzo as part of healing process for both of them. and find some things haven’t changed when they fall back into easy banter, talking shit, being Extra™ and razzing each other about their respective love-interests like when they were young.
Context: This is my first DnD session, as well as for most of the other players, but there are a few experienced DnD players, including our DM. Our party consists of Two rogues (a halfling and a Shapeshifter), an Artificer (a drow), a Bard (an Air Mephit), a Cleric (another halfling) and a Ranger (me, a half-elf). We are doing our first combat against a group of Bandits, the leader of which is a Half-Orc. Half-orc is on his last legs, and all other bandits have been knocked out (save for one, which i shot). Also, we were playing on Roll20 due to living in different countries.
Me: Ok.. I’m gonna do non-lethal damage to big guy, it should knock him out. Hopefully.
DM: I’ll be kind and say yes, you can do non-lethal damage with your bow.
Me: Sweet. [rolls for hit, and ends up rolling two Nat20]
The entire party: [collectively LOSES THEIR SHIT]
DM: I– Uh, yeah, that’s just.. That hits. You draw your bow and aim, watching the Bandit Leader flail his scimitar around wildly, and as you fire the arrow hits his helmet so hard, it knock him out.
Me: [wheezing with laughter] Holy shit. First the mvp bird, and now this.
Stop messing round with that fire,
Living like love is just a gun for hire,
Cos one moment its just messing round,
To your wiki saying she’s your spouse,
Oh but its not just girls,
Cos yeah one moment I was tearing off her blouse,
Now she says she’s living in my house,
Babe I know you said you’d never smoke pot,
Its just; that burned Like your first splif,
Now we just hanging around in the dark, you’re pale as a ghost.
Stop messing round now, cos am too stoned,
You’re know I can’t save you cos in this game am too gone,
She’s only seventeen, and thinks at sixteen am all there is,
But a degenerate kind, baby am definitely not what you need,
She wants to dance with devil, Mr brownstone is just grave,
Oh Y’know the drugs will drown her out, just too young,
Can’t believe this is my life, smoking and fucking in the back,
That one protagonist child with short brown hair and bangs who goes into a strange world filled with monsters that want to kill them but they instead befriend them, their closest monster friend being a skeleton.
Update: thank you for reminding me about the goat demon that wants to kill them
So, today was a snow day and I was able to work on Fragile Design, including ironing out some tricky plot points (thanks to @optomisticgirl for her wonderful thoughts and encouragement). Now, I’m sitting here and thinking as my husband makes dinner (yes, I’m a lucky girl) and I need to write something short and sweet and involving no major plot other than references to potential impending storylines to come.
(also I’ve spent the past week re-immersing myself in @msgenevieve447‘s writing and loving every minute of it…this is an ode to her as well because she’s one of the people in this fandom than inspired me to write and I owe her much for that)
This little drabble is based on one of my all time favorite Captain Swan conversations, a piece of which is below:
Ah, yes…under the cut, for smutty reasons (you know how I do)…
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader (Y/N Y/L/N) -off screen lol
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Summary: Dean gets nervous when talking to the Reader over the phone.
Word Count: 1k-ish
Author’s Note: Heyy guys!! This is my entry for Shannon’s aka @splendidcas Birthday Fic Challenge!! Prompt is bolded!! I hope you guys like it!! I literally typed it up this morning so I’m kinda proud!! Feedback is always welcomed!! Also, watch out for a second part!!! *wink*
P.S. thank you to Arie and Ree for convincing me to post it, even if I was losing hope!!! *hugs*
The One - Part One
My finger hovered over the call button, my heart racing. It shouldn’t be this hard, right? Since when did I get nervous when calling a girl up? It wasn’t like me.
You giggled to yourself as you watched Jensen shake his ass on stage. You had never really noticed before; his legs were even bowed when he had them spread and was wiggling that cute ass of his.
You put your hand over your mouth to stifle the giggle as Jensen turned and looked your direction.
“What’s so funny out there, Ackles?” Jensen asked as he made eye contact with you in the audience and shook is hips once more.
You practically snorted trying to hold back the fit of laughter. This caused Jensen to quirk his eyebrow.
“You don’t wanna know, babe,” you managed, leaning over to the mic you were standing near. The girl who was next to ask her question looked at you with a smile.
“You see it, right?” you giggled to her. She laughed at you and raised an eyebrow questioningly. “His legs a bowed even when he is shaking that fine ass,” you whispered in her ear.
She bent over in a fit of laughter, and you smiled.
“Now I have to know,” Jensen smiled, turning around.
“You really don’t,” you sorted again as he walked toward the edge of the stage, his legs bowing perfectly. This caused your smile to widen as your eyes travelled down his body. He watched you drink him in, proud that you were enjoying the show when he stopped dead in his tracks and looked down.
“Are you fucking serious?” he snorted into the mic and looked back at you.
You winked at him and leaned over to the girl, close enough to the mic so everyone would hear. “He figured me out, I better run,” you laughed.
“Not so fast, missy,” Jensen growled, jumping off the stage. He sauntered up to the mic and stopped. “What is it about my bow legs that drives you so wild, woman?” he asked with a smirk. He knew the answer, but he wanted you to admit it in front of all these people.
“Let me count the ways, sweetheart. One of which you aren’t aware,” you smiled mischievously. He quirked his eyebrow at you waiting for you to continue. “Even when your spread eagle, shaking your ass, you still have the perfect bow legs,” you grinned watching his eyes widen. “What I wouldn’t give,” you practically moaned, surprising even yourself.
“You like that?” he teased, turning and walking away, jumping back on stage. The curve of his legs was enough to make your blood boil, and your lower half ache.
“Hell yes,” you answered.
Jensen tossed his head back in laughter at your response. When he gained his composure, he addressed the crowd.
“My wife, ladies and gentlemen. Not afraid to say whatever the hell is on her mind,” he laughed, winking at you.
“Damn straight,” you admitted. “Now let this poor girl ask her question. She has been drooling for a good ten minutes,” you laughed, elbowing her.
Jensen laughed again. He turned, looked over his shoulder and shook his hips again. “Ask away, darlin’,” he drawled.
The crowd burst into laughter. He was such a goober, but he was your goober, and you wouldn’t trade him for anything.