Context: Playing Rifts. My character was a vampire, but nobody knew I was a vampire. Vampires in Rifts are near-invulnerable. A nazi-like Coalition had caught up with our group in an attempt to destroy us. A fight ensued. My character got blasted on by 10 soldiers.
GM: All of you watch as this man gets absolutely pelted with wave after wave of laser bullets. His body topples and goes flying in to a wall. To your astonishment, he gets back up, his clothes a mess but otherwise unharmed. The soldiers all scramble to reload their guns in horror.
Medic: *shuffles through his biology book* THIS IS NOT SCIENCE!!
Vampire: Okay, I’m pissed. I go in to a blood rage and start cutting through them.
GM: You watch as this “man” uses his bare hands to cut through power armor, his blows literally turning people in to pudding. Any attempt to stop him is met with death.
Medic: *tears up his biology book* THAT’S IT! I QUIT! THIS IS BULLSHIT! SCIENCE HAS FORSAKEN US! LET’S GO BACK TO THE DAYS OF POW-WOWS AND VOODOO HEALING MAGIC!
Cas is done with Netflix – and when he says done then he’s
actually done with it (the fact that he doesn’t need to eat,
sleep or go to the bathroom does wonders when binge-watching) – he
picks up games.
Keith’s arms are pumping at his side as he sprints up and down the length of the training room. He finds it important to run daily to maintain his stamina because he never knows when he’s going to be put in a position where he’s left to flee without Red’s assistance.
Plus, he likes running. It feels like a release, like he’s loosening tight limbs after a fitful night of sleep. Sleep has never come easy for him, and it seems to only be getting worse while in space. His circadian rhythm is gone, and he can’t find it not matter how hard he tries. Time just moves differently in space, but he’s okay. He’s learning to adapt with little sleep; it’s not like it’s a new concept to him.
When he goes to cut a sharp turn to start back down the length of the room, he stumbles and falls to his knee. Nothing new, he’s fallen before. Only, this time it’s different. He hears a faint cracking sound that’s followed by a sharp, piercing pain that shoots all across his knee.
Gasping, he rolls onto his side, clutching his throbbing knee with both hands as his vision wavers in and out of focus. His heart is thumping loudly in his ears, making the string of curses slipping from his tongue sound muffled and distant.
In a brief bout of panic, Coran’s words from a few days ago slip across his mind.
“Everyone try not to get hurt, okay? The pods are due for a heavy maintenance check due to faulty codes running back to our systems.”
My group plays rift, which is like dnd with sci-fi and a lot of game and TV series jumping. We also have Gm or dm points if we have made our dm laugh with shit we have done. I have 7 at this point. I’m playing a necrocleric (deathwalker) devil. We were facing a demon, that has tamed another demon as it’s pet. Both were way above our level and the dm was gearing up for the fight. Well as a necromancer I have Hades as my god .
Me: I want to communicate with my god.
Gm: roll percentiles the higher the better
Me: alright… but I want to use all 7 of my Gm points to kill the demons
Me: *rolls 87/100*
Gm: … Hades smites them where they stand… damn you….
Request: “Draco is really anxious for you to go to a muggle concert and he doesn’t feel comfortable that you’re going so he tries everything to get you out of it. :)”
Summary: Draco tries to stop you from going to a muggle concert. However, he somehow ends up going with you. The experience was… interesting, to say the least. Nonetheless, Draco wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.
Pairing: Draco x Reader
Universe: Harry Potter
Word Count: 1,751
Warnings: None. Pretty fluffy, tbh.
A/N: Okay, this request was really interesting to write… XD so I hope you like it! Tell me what you think! Love you all! xx
It was just Shawn Mendes. You didn’t understand why Draco was making such a big deal out of it. They were muggles, yes, but you and Draco had been trying to adjust to the muggle world after the war with Voldemort. What better way to do that than go to an amazing artist’s concert?
“Oh my gosh, Draco!” You groaned as Draco buzzed on about how dangerous this concert could be. He was trying to prevent you from going, but you weren’t giving this up as long as you had those tickets.
“Y/N! Listen to me! I have heard things, bad things, about these sort of events! You can’t go, it’s too dangerous!”
With a light chuckle, you tore your eyes away from the book you had been reading, and turned your head up to connect eyes with the blonde prince. “Draco… I have a wand. If anything, I can use that to defend myself.”
He shook his head violently, his jaw tight. “We are not supposed to use our wands in public. Magic is not to be seen by the muggles.”
“Draco, that was on Hogwarts! We’re not in Hogwarts anymore! We fought for our freedom and now we’re here! Why are you so against this?”
The room became devoured in tense silence, and you watched as Draco crossed his arms over his chest, a sign that he was going to do something you would not like. Once his lips parted, he snapped them shut, unsure of what to say. He was still not too fond of muggles, his old ways slightly rubbing off on him. The idea of you being surrounded by possibly thousands of them made him uneasy, which is why he had been trying to prevent you from going. Muggles are just as dangerous as witches and wizards, and that thought scared him senseless.
“I just don’t want anything happening to you…” He had finally whispered through the silence.
Your features softened to a soft smile, and a sudden smirk painted its way upon your lips. “That’s why you’re going with me!” You winked, climbing up from the couch and patting him on the shoulder as you walked past him.
“What?!” Draco blurted, wrapping his lanky fingers around your elbows and twisting you lightly to face him.
A laugh escaped your lips as fear consumed his features, his eyebrows furrowing and a pout lacing his lips.
“I bought two tickets. You’re coming with me.” You explained, a smug look making its way upon your face. A dismal groan escaped Draco’s lips, which made you grin. “Come on, big boy! Seize this opportunity with me!” You placed your hands on his shoulders and shook, running away from him and merrily jumping onto the couch. “CARPE DIEM!!”
A light smile tried to creep its way upon Draco’s face, but the bite of his own lips stopped it from escaping. He watched as you ran around the flat you two shared in enlightenment, the sight of you this excited over something making Draco genuinely happy.
“Okay, okay!” He yelled, causing you to freeze in place as you had just reentered the living quarters. You rose a brow teasingly, signalling him to go on. Say it. “I’ll go. Who knows… Maybe I’ll actually enjoy it.”
It appears Draco had spoken too soon.
“Bloody hell…” He whispered as thousands of teenage girls screeched around him. Their screams echoed throughout the stadium, a loud ringing making its way to Draco’s ears.
You laughed as discontent made its way upon his features. You knew he would act like this, especially since he would be surrounded by hormonal teenage girls. And you couldn’t enjoy it enough, honestly.
“Ha ha. Glad your enjoying my pain, love. Would you like some?” Draco had gestured his hands toward you, as if he were handing you his pain in his hands.
You teasingly rolled your eyes, a cackle escaping your lips as Draco winced when the volume of the screams increased as Shawn Mendes had started to make his way on stage.
“Look! There he is!” You pointed to the stage as the good-looking eighteen year old waved to the crowd, a large smile on his face.
You had actually listened to quite a lot of his music, and Shawn had massively impressed you with his melodious voice. His music told a story, along with the smooth melody of his tone and beats of his songs. Soon after discovering him, you knew you had to see him live, but what you were experiencing now was something highly unexpected.
However, you couldn’t deny that you were enjoying it so much more than you could have possibly imagined.
“Yeah, yeah…” Draco waved the 6′1 musician off with a roll of his eyes, removing his phone from his pocket and scrolling through it.
Shawn had thanked the crowd for coming, which emitted loud cheers from everyone, and soon, he had began to play his first song. Mercy was one of your favorites, so as soon as Shawn had started to play the rift, you squealed and jumped beside Draco, pulling his attention away from his phone.
Shawn began to teach the crowd how to hum the melody, and Draco watched as the notes gracefully slipped from your throat. A small smile laced his lips as he watched you close your eyes and sway side to side, singing along to the lyrics of the song. You hadn’t missed a beat, and Draco admired that immensely. He loved when you sang to him, for your tone was so ethereal, so natural.
As soon as the bridge of the soon had arrived, Draco was utterly mesmerized by you. You never failed to make him go weak for you, his usual rough exterior crumbling before his eyes. He was entirely and absolutely in love with you, and he hoped that you knew that.
Soon, the song had finished, and you snapped your eyes open to feel someone watching you. You looked beside you to see Draco staring at you, a loving smile on his lips.
A sheepish laugh escaped your lips, your hands going to run through your hair. “What?” You questioned, your eyes darting around you then back to Draco’s blue orbs.
He shook his head and cleared his throat, then brought his hand up to rub the back of his neck. He just realized he had been staring at you the whole time, and he wasn’t sure what to say besides, “You’re… You’re so beautiful.”
A pink tint fluttered its way upon the tips of your cheeks at the compliment. You were till not used to it after three years of hearing it from Draco. You didn’t think you would ever get used to it, actually.
“Shut up.” You nudged his ribs, wrapping your arms around him and snuggling into his chest. His arms tightened around you, his head nuzzling into the crook of your neck as you turned to face the stage, where Shawn had begun to sing Honest.
The rest of the night was spent blissfully wrapped in Draco’s arms, both of you swaying to Shawn’s slow songs and you humming lightly in Draco’s ear as the upbeat songs came on. The concert had ended late in the night, the moon shimmering against Draco’s skin, making him look effortlessly celestial under the moonlight. Your hands were intertwined as the two of you made your way to your car.
Lustrous smiles and light chuckles were spread throughout the air, and Draco began to drive away from the stadium, his fingers interlaced with yours against your lap. You ran your thumb against his knuckles, the vehicle silent as he turned onto the highway.
“So…” You suddenly blurted, a smirk making its way upon your lips. Draco hummed in questioning, his hand lightly squeezing yours in response. “How’d you like the concert?” You thrummed softly, placing your head against the headrest as you watched Draco smile.
“It was… interesting.” Laughs enveloped the car, Draco bringing your hand up to his lips to place a light kiss upon the soft skin. “I was with you, so it was perfect.” He changed his answer, causing you to swoon in the passenger seat beside him.
You shook your head, your heart humming happily against your ribs. “I’m glad I could make your day.”
Draco grinned as he spotted a sign on the side of the highway, an idea popping into his head. He turned to wheel to the right, exiting the highway, which you rose a brow at in confusion.
“Where on Earth are you taking me, Mr. Malfoy?” You teased, leaning over to him to place a soft kiss against his cheek. You laughed lightly as his cheeks tainted pink and a smile graced his lips.
“You’ll see.” He whispered, turning his head to place a quick kiss on your lips, all while keeping his eyes on the road.
You watched as a couple minutes later, Draco had started to pull into the place he had saw on the sign, and he grinned as your eyes widened like a child in a candy shop.
“ICE CREAM!!” You squealed, jumping out of the car as soon as Draco had stopped, emitting a laugh from his lips. He knew how much you loved ice cream, and he just couldn’t resist.
He chased after you after climbing out of the car, and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, nuzzling his head into your neck and placing light butterfly kisses on the skin.
“I know it’s at least and hour past midnight, but who could resist ice cream at one in the morning?” He whispered cheekily, softly massaging your shoulders as you scanned the menu for your favorite flavor.
You sighed at the feeling of his hands on your shoulders, and gasped innocently as you spotted your favorite flavor upon the menu.
“They have it!” You jumped up and down, drawing Draco’s attention to the small shop in front of you two. He smiled, walking away from you and up to the register, immediately ordering a cone for you and a cone for him.
You squealed again as Draco walked back to you with your ice cream in hand. As soon as he had handed you your cone, you smiled and thanked him, tilting your head up to place a kiss upon his lips.
“You’re the best.” You whispered, causing a smirk to grace Draco’s lips.
“I know.” He shrugged, leaning in to place another kiss on your lips.
Here’s some sketches I’ve been doing the last couple of days, and some older sketches that i felt like coloring.
First page is of my dragon girls, Vrinne (who makes bad pacts with chaotic evil dragon once-demigods for morally sounds reasons) and Ivy (an actual young dragon who hangs out as a teenaged girl)!
Second page is a fancy outfit for my most darling druid, Wren, a quick portrait of my new d&d character, Saoirse Cantarel, and an old sketch of a potential character I may make one day, a necromancer veterinarian.
So how about Genjis, Mccrees, Jack & Gabes reaction to the new recruit being really good and playing an instrument and singing? Headcannons or scenario, which ever is more comfortable for you~ love your blog btw, keep up the good work!
Okay, I’m gonna try and bounce back
Also, this is OOC so bare with me
-He loves to teach them twangy country songs that he can sing to while they play
-He loves to fall asleep to their music like a lullaby even if it’s far from it
-Doesn’t hear them sing that often but when he catches them singing it’s his favorite thing to listen to yield focus
-Doesn’t give them any special instructions usually, he just listens
-If they are around when he’s relaxing or meditating he’ll ask them to play something calm or something that
-Tries to teach them songs in Spanish though they are making slow progress
-So he gets them to play acoustic rifts on their guitar whenever they can it can get very mesmerizing
-Likes hearing older songs from his younger days it makes him very nostalgic
-He’s usually very stressed so it really calms him down to here the new recruit singing
Mental Health Days; they should be part of life for everyone.
Yesterday was tough, I woke up and could barely sit up. My whole body felt like all the energy was drained out. I finally got myself up, the whole time my love is telling me not to push myself so hard, I just worked the night before at my second job and I was beat. I give a ride to a coworker who doesn’t have a car (she pays me) and I didn’t want to leave her stranded so we still get dressed and drive on into work. Not even a mile down the road I see a driver do some stupid shit and it angers me so much than I had tears rolling down my face. My love finally convinced me to call out of work, we still dropped my coworker off, but we took a day.
I can’t even fathom how my day would have been if I hadn’t taken the day off. I probably would have sat at my desk and cried off and on. Instead I stayed home and played Rift and recouped energy that was no where to be found that morning. I didn’t have a nervous breakdown, I didn’t cry anymore, my mind didn’t spiral into a dark place like it normally would. Now I’m back at work, fully awake, energized, and able to handle the day. The world didn’t end because I took a day off, this company I work for didn’t fall into ruin because I wasn’t here, and no one died because I was at home recovering. Everything was fine.
I’m a big supporter of Mental Health Days, especially for those of us who are labeled as ‘high-functioning’. Don’t exclude yourself though, everyone can benefit from Mental Health Days! Schedule them in advance if you want to, a day all about you and what you want. Wanna veg out and watch tv all day? DO IT. Wanna cook different meals just to try them? DO IT. Wanna go to the park and paint? DO IT.
Not everyone will understand or agree with you, but it’s not about them, it’s about you and your mental health. Doctors harp on physical health, but not everyone brings up mental health. If we can’t mentally function, what kind of life does that become?
I will continue to promote and support Mental Health Days, maybe one day they’ll be part of the norm.
Feel free to reblog to add your support for mental health days!
Sighing, Joe lifted his eyes to meet Conor’s, who shrugged.
“That was shit, wasn’t it?” Joe asked.
“It wasn’t shit. It just wasn’t…” Conor waved his hands in front of himself, searching for the right word. “Look, you need to connect with the song. And you just aren’t; have you thought about trying a different one?”
“No. I want to do this one. Please, Conor. Once more?”
“Once more. And then we take a break.”
Nodding, Joe adjusted the headphones over his ears, taking a breath. He looked over the lyrics on his phone one last time, although he already had Ed Sheeran’s lyrics memorized by this point. Sensing he was ready, Conor started the music, the opening beat coming through to Joe’s ears.
He tried to follow Conor’s advice, he tried to connect with the lyric’s as Ed Sheeran sang about home, memories, and love. Joe was determined to make his first cover song Photograph, there was something about the song that drew him in. It was the song that made him want to do a cover song for his channel.
But there was just something not clicking. And Joe could feel himself getting frustrated.
As the song came to a close, he closed his eyes, gripping the mic stand tightly.
“Joe,” Conor started, but Joe just shook his head, ripping the headphones off.
“It’s fine. Let’s just leave it for today. I’m hungry anyways.” Without waiting for a response, he spun on his heel and walked out of the room.
Maybe singing was a bad idea.
“Jack?” Joe asked as he opened his front door, the Maynard brothers spilling into the flat.
“Lovely to see you too, mate.” The younger man smiled over at him as he headed back toward’s Joe’s office, Conor following behind.
“I thought a fresh set of ears might help. Maybe we’re just missing something.” Conor explained, and Joe let the door fall close as he trailed after them.
“Maybe I should just not bother. Or listen to you, and choose a different song.”
“Nonsense.” Jack told Joe, glancing up at him from his new found spot on a bean bag. “Conor said that you wanted to do this song, so by golly, we will make it work!”
“By golly?” Joe laughed, looking down at the other man.
“Already in high spirits, then.” Jack grinned. “Now get your butt over to the mic and sing to me!”
“Alright, alright.” Joe laughed again, grabbing the headphones Conor was holding out to him. “I’ll give it a go. But just one try.”
“Just give me a minute to get set up.” Conor told him, settling into the chair.
As Joe slipped the headphones over his ears, his eyes met Jack’s, who smiled over at him again, offering him a thumbs up. Shaking his head, Joe adjusted the mic stand, and turned on the equipment.
“Ready when you are.” Conor told him, and Joe nodded, taking a breath. He went to close his eyes, but was stopped by a voice.
“Oi, I said to sing to me. Eyes open, Sugg.” Jack demanded, but his tone was still gentle.
So Joe opened his eyes, meeting Jack’s gaze as the opening rift played in his ears.
“Loving can hurt….loving can hurt sometimes…but it’s the only thing that I know. When it gets hard, you know it can get hard sometimes. It is the only thing that makes us feel alive.” Joe sang the words, getting lost in the lyrics as he sang to Jack.
The younger man kept his eyes locked on him the entire time, and Joe watched as Jack’s cheeks tinged red about halfway through, only deepening as Joe continued to sing.
But he didn’t think about it, instead focusing on the lyrics, and on singing to Jack.
For the first time since he had chosen this song, Joe felt as if he had connected with the song and what the words meant.
“When I’m away…I will remember how you kissed me, under the lamppost back on 6th street, hearing you whisper through the phone, wait for me to come home.” Joe finished the song, the words falling from his lips easily. Silence fell across the room, but Jack and Joe continued to stare at each other.
“Wow.” Was all the younger man managed to say, his cheeks still red.
“Joe,” Conor’s voice snapped him out of his trance, and he dragged his gaze away from one Maynard brother to the other. “That was it.”
“It?” Joe asked, lifting the headphones off of his ears, placing them on the desk.
“You connected with the song. I don’t think I’ve heard you sing better.”
“Oh.” Joe smiled a little at that, “Thanks.”
“What were you thinking about?” Conor questioned, smiling back at him.
Joe’s eyes darted over to Jack, who was still looking at Joe, his head tilted slightly as he studied him.
“Uhm, I was thinking about,” He scratched the back of his neck, mumbling the next words, “Singing to Jack.”
“Then I think you need to think about Jack more when you sing.” Conor grinned, looking between the two as they spluttered.
“What does that mean?!” Joe asked, his own cheeks burning.
“Oh, you know what it means.” Conor laughed, standing from the chair.
“Please, elaborate for those of us that don’t know what you mean.” Jack demanded, jumping to his feet.
“Joe just sang a love song to you, bro. That’s what I mean. I think you two need to talk. I’m going to go grab a drink.” Conor patted his younger brother on the arm as he left the office, closing the door behind him.
The two remained silent, eyes down to the floor.
“Were you,” Joe jumped at Jack’s sudden words, “Were you really thinking about me?”
“Uhm,” Joe lifted his gaze back to Jack’s. “Yeah, I was. Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize.” Jack shook his head, “Joe, that was amazing. Honestly. But, why that song?”
“I was drawn to it…the love behind it. And the love with another person….” He trailed off, eyes widening as he realized what he was saying. Because Joe realized why it was better singing the words to Jack.
“Are you saying you like me, Joe?” Jack asked, half teasing, but there was a scared look in his eyes. Scared of being rejected.
“Yes.” Joe swallowed, “Yes, I am.”
“I don’t think I’ve had anyone confess their feelings to me via song. Kind of romantic.” Jack chuckled, his fingers slipping through Joe’s.
“You know me,” Joe smiled, “I’m a romantic at heart.”
“I hope you don’t expect me to sing back to you.”
“Well, since you’re a shit singer…”
“Oi!” Jack protested, but before he could say anything else, Joe leaned forward, pressing his lips against Jack’s.
“For the record,” Jack mumbled when they broke apart. “I like you too.”
“I think I knew from the moment you started blushing.”
“I wasn’t blushing.”
“You totally were.” Joe laughed, falling against Jack as the younger man tugged him forward, a hand wrapping around his waist. “But it was adorable, don’t worry.”
“Damn right, I’m adorable.” Jack smiled, leaning down to kiss Joe again.
i wonder if whatever keith does that distances himself from team voltron is him starting to realize that maybe "shiro" isn't the real shiro
that would actually be pretty interesting to me, because out of everyone in team voltron, i think keith would have been the more logical choice to come to conclusion that something isn’t right with “shiro”. if it’s done right, hopefully we will be able to learn their backstory and the connection the two share together, besides the vague “my life would’ve been a lot different if it wasn’t for you”. it would be interesting to see keith doubt shiro is the true shiro.
or! my next choice would be lance. then pidge. and i’m saying this despite my biasedness, but lance is one of the most observable members of team voltron in regards to people, their emotions, what makes them tick, and figuring out if something feels off or developing an alternative plan. (i.e. lance knowing pidge has a connection to the kerberos mission despite how secretive she was at the time and the fact they weren’t close back then, and even mentioning along with shiro at the end of s3 that something wasn’t right at the end of ep. 6) pidge is also one of the more observable members of team voltron considering how she was able to pick apart their flaws and techniques to use against them in the comics.
so knowing this, lance or pidge, or hell even both, can discover that there’s something off with shiro, but keith, hard-headed and loyal to shiro over anyone in canon right now, would disagree. it’d be really easy to break up and cause a rift in the team after that, essentially sending hunk or allura or coran on either side of the issue. it would be interesting af to see allura on the same side as keith for once, and to see hunk on opposing sides of pidge and lance, his friends from back at the garrison. it’d add tension to keith and lance who only just got their relationship on track and turn mutually supportive and watch how they handle disagreements now. it’d develop the relationship between lance and pidge. there’s a lot of ways this can go.
i’m sure there’s another alternative but those are the two big ways i see the ‘rift’ could play out if it’s specifically connected to shiro and the “not really shiro” thing going on. it’s just a theory though.