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[crayonurchin]

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[bunnysnared]

I FINISHEDDDD!!! its just the chibi lineup [i plan to do a regular full body one and many other short comics etc!] but its the easiest way for me to finalize their designs out!!

this au is my passion project my life's work my blood my thrumming heartbeat LOL i have all the lore worked out, it lives in my mind rent-free 24/7.. i am happy 2 finally share my designs ‧º·( ˃̣̣̥ω˂̣̣̥)⸝♡

[dailydungeondelves]

I am so entertained...

[sgt-toasted-bug]

Dungeon Master (DnD): What are you gonna wack him with?

Random student: Your weiner

DM: I don't think that would be enough

DnD player: You don't know his stamina!

[worldsokayestmagicalgirl]

✨ recap ✨ (non consensual therapy incoming)

The next morning, Amorè refuses to leave her depression burrito. Sylphi leaves a plate next to her on the floor, and over the course of the next few hours, her hand emerges occasionally from the pile of blankets to snatch some food.

Around noon, Agatha has finally had enough and uses Mage Hand to forcibly evict Amorè from her burrito, scolding her for her undignified conduct. Amorè has still not gotten over the humiliation of the night before and is still snappish at everyone, avoiding all attempts from Sylphi and Diana to ease her out of her funk. Agatha heads upstairs as Sylphi begins to lose her patience and turns the conversation back to Amore’s behavior and fainting spells.

Absolutely fed up with Amorè’s refusal to answer either of them, Sylphi casts Charm Person on her. Amorè fails her saving throw, and is made to spill her guts to Diana and Sylphi against her will.

She admits to being riddled with anxiety about failing Agatha’s test. This woman she didn’t even know existed until a few days ago has the ability to strip her of her family name if she finds her unworthy of it. It terrifies her to know she wasn’t strong enough to pass, and she thinks this is just another strike against her. She admits to having gaps in her memories, and an inkling that she’s forgotten something important, but every time she tries to examine it, she ends up feeling a deep sense of dread. She knows there’s something wrong with her and her family knows it. They act like she should have accomplished something by now, but she can’t find out what it is. She feels alone…She admits that she doesn’t trust Sylphi, and she thinks Diana does not care about her.

Diana confirms that she does care about Amorè before going upstairs, leaving Sylphi to pry deeper into Amorè’s emotional response.

But there are questions Amorè cannot answer, even under the influence of the spell. Her mind draws a blank, and it scares her, so she copes by acting aggressively towards people who draw attention to it. She confesses that she knows everyone around her acts like she’s a ticking time bomb, but she has too much pride to confide in anyone so she just keeps bottling it up. And who even would she confide in? Her parents don’t even seem to notice how much she’s struggling, they don’t even see each other very often.

Sylphi suggests they find a way to monitor her and find out what really happens when these fainting spells happen. She leaves to go ask Agatha about any magic items she may have that may be able to help them, and leaves the spell to fade as she heads up the stairs.

The moment she is no longer in range, icy clarity washes over Amorè as she realizes everything she’s just admitted to. Humiliation washes over her and she begins crying. Actual, ugly crying, that almost has her sinking to the floor in a heap. Birch tries to comfort her, but she gets up, and staggers out of the cottage, slamming the door behind her and heading into the forest.

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As always, Diana : @wolfy1298

[echoing-locations]

ghostsoap dnd classes? 👀

Oooo this is a good one. I gotta say there are actually a lot of options here.

I’ll start with Ghost cuz he seems a bit easier.

I feel like Ghost would be more of a physical fighter then a magic user, but I feel he’d use some magic. You know, so he always prepared.

Ghost would be a Fighter muilti-classed in Warlock, his patron being Shar. 

Fighter with the battle master archetype and Great weapon Fighting for fighting type, though he is proficient in using other weapons.

Ghost would’ve been made a Warlock unwillingly, like he had a symbol carved or sealed onto him by Roba or something. So he’s not happy he’s a warlock and has a patron to abide by, but will take the bit of magic he gets from it. I picked Shar because first: she’s cool as fuck, and second: she’s called the lady of loss. I will say no more.

Onto Soap!!

I actually really underestimated myself because now I’m very certain on what Soap would be.

An Artificer specializing in Artillerist, and I think he’d have a level or two in Barbarian, Path of the Berserker.

I feel like it fits his character pretty well. It shows how calm and cunning he can be, while also showing how batshit crazy and uncoordinated he can get.

Now I want to write a whole ass fic about DnD 141 and the shenanigans they get into, but I gotta finish the one I’m working on now or else it’ll never get finished.

I’m definitely gonna draw these two fuckers all fantasyed out, and maybe even rope Gaz and Price into it. Maybe even Laswell.

[senkothesquirrel02]

My friend and I are creating a fanfic and we’d like some advice.

So I saw a while ago the meme about the smallest dragon with 1 single coin as a hoard as well as the tumblr story about it and I thought……….. why not make it ghoap? We made it a fantasy incorporated with humans (not to be mistaken as a hybrid au, this is full on supernatural au with some humans) It kinda has been an add/adhd brainrot story where we just indulged the chaos. By no means are my friend and I done writing yet and we will hopefully post on AO3. We won’t spoil the plot yet. (Yes it’s brainrot and hyper focusing but it’s fun) Also my friend told me to say I’m the one responsible for angst bits.

Here’s what we have so far for stuff/memes we added, advice/ contribution of memes or ideas greatly appreciated:

Soap and Ghost povs

Absolutely no idea how military works so working with idea of modern knights/bounty hunters

COD MW (2022) full crew including Farrah/Alex from their raid mission (briefly mentions a ValeriaXGraves crackship…….. I blame Glitch for the explanation of it to which it sounds very real #samesnake)

Cod zombies element 115 and Aether and Mr. Peeks

MW3 ‘23: only using Price and Sheppard end credit (‘23 canon does not exist)

Codm lore: only the tointine/couteau with the armor of Gideon, mention of kilo mythic, Templar and ghosts dynamic, added Sophia, Dame but playing with the fact she’s crazy and in Tontine (she tried raising Sophia to be her predecessor but there was hints in lore her training was very brutal like Damian Wayne’s but she’d possibly allow the shit the Tontine was doing like experiments), and tempest, also used the bit about Sophia working as Makarov protege. No mention of Shepard but will use basis of what happened in Winter War/Final Snow comics between Ghost and Temp as an “eye for eye” scenario, not trying to save Russian from merc sent after him— clearing up loose ends for Shepard)

With addition of mythic Sophia it kinda leaves plot idea of her 💀 then coming back due to the Valkyrie design.

COD Ghost comics (Codm is using cannon of 09 MW for ghosts character/most of lore) Mama Riley but she’s a dragon trapped by human Dad Riley thanks to enchanted item/trickery (yes we fixed the plot hole so she’s still seen as a good mom)

Mama Riley also becomes a patron of the lost and lonely children in the after life and beats the shit out of Dad Riley in afterlife (Sophia accidentally gets adopted)

Burnette ghost

MW ‘09 (using Roach, elements of price in gulag, Makarov being a🧚‍♂️)

Roach being embodiment of chaos

Mention of DC Comics, more specifically Damian Wayne and Talia Al Ghul

Marvel Deadpool/Spiderman dynamic (only for comedic relief and multiversal stupidity),bloodstone family, and mysterium

Looney Tunes types stilupidity (Wile E. coyote like traps)

Arcane aesthetic (steampunk/elegance from Piltover but wild magic is more accepted and grown wild in plants, small places/ towns more medival setup) and Vander (pre his first💀) with the bar

Mythology from Norse, Celtic, Dutch, Greek, Egyptian, and some D&D influences for creatures

Use of Spanish, French, Gaelic (might not be best translation)

NikPrice

GhostSoap

AleRudy

FarrahAlex

Dragon Ghost (crow mentality for shiny but coin is main part of hoard) Elf Soap (gets adopted by large creatures *cough* owlbear *cough* and has bad luck and Arson/pyromaniac)

Dragon Ghost Nik Price can shift to small version dragon, human, or large sized dragons (ghost likes being small 90% of time but price makes him be human…… this leads to soap thinking ghosts a baby) while in small dragon can’t talk in “human” tongue so squeaks (will have inner monologue tho found in italics)

HC soap would be friends with reaper (or Donn Celtic god of death) and they’d be like “you’re not supposed to be dead, stay alive for one consecutive month please!” And soap will try to befriend every creature (leads to trouble)

Adding Atlantis (ghost would be a sea/land *atlantian* dragon because from research says the island supposedly was directly between Canada and uk part of Atlantic) as well as the utopia paradise of Avalon and hopefully a mythological citadel if I can find one (let me know if y’all know one, hopefully same idea as the Atlantis or Avalon, might make one linked to dragons or shadowrealm idk)

Dragon Nik/Price (Nik Batman and robin adopts Ghost. Price begrudgingly agrees)

Fae Laswell (no one screws with her)

Fae Gaz

Eldritch Roach (yes he will hide in vents, no one knows he eldritch besides Laswell, has shadow abilities due to ‘09, will be feral gremlin)

Do not know what to put AleRudy as or Farrah Alex (advice please)

Dame as human Witch

Temp/Sophia werewolves (using the idea of being able to tell who is shifter by a certain eye color, can’t remember who wrote that but it’s from tumblr

No smut but will have slow burn/makeout (accidentally made a steamy scene during Roba time but I won’t say where)

Will have angst (mostly directed to ghost, mentions of time with Roba including *that* Christmas, adding how he was hunted by monster hunters and being sold out on op then seperated from 141, being used in ritual by rusalka, and other bits) and heavy gore

Heavy swearing also

Flashback of memories (good and angst ones)

4th wall breaks (both are call outs)

D&D style side quests/tasks

Anyone saw despicable me movie where one minion drank something and turned into glow stick? Using that idea but it’s berries and ghost is impromptu glow stick

Friends idea “hear me out, bow with bell on small dragon ghost”

“He’s 7 he can’t drink” “what am I supposed to do with him?!”

Accents leading to mispronounced name (ghost to cost for soap)

Pavlov’s ghost in to “sitting pretty” at the sound of breagha when in tiny dragon form…….can and has happened when human(Gaelic for pretty)

Idea of a tiny predator being able to bring down big animal, like 10x their size (from black footed sand cat hunting style)

Tiny dragon scruffing (yes acting exactly like kitten)

“Stop telling everyone I’m dead!” (Pertaining to soap taking a most likely fatal contract from a drunk promising big payout and everyone presumes he’s dead and the drunks being yelled at because of it)

Soap sketching Ghost whenever possible

Garlic bread goblin meme of ARSON!!

Personal hc of Sophia and ghost having sibling dynamic after she stops trying to kill ghost for vengeance. Sophia being chaotic as well (she and roach might become friends…. Who knows).

“My death was greatly exaggerated”—Sophia (and kinda Templar)

Community hc of ghost and Farrah having sibling energy

“Welcome to the shit fuck hell festival.” Quote from a fanfic

“I plead the fifth” meme (not the song, the one of them accidentally admit saying they did something stupid and backpedaling)

“Why are you here? Five words or less” (something along the lines of) “out. For. A. Walk. Bitch.”

Ghost Sophia bonding over their traumas. Implied mention of Farrah and Ghost had bonded over their traumas

Literally everyone wants to beat the shit out of Dame (if you know Codm lore you’ll know why)

Gave Sophia the call sign rouge because in the contract business (and family tradition) they need call signs

Shadow company setting bounties on Soap (let’s just say soap blew up their complex on an op)

Working with idea for supernatural entities having fast regeneration and only being sent to limbo when receiving fatal injury so body can properly heal

Oh no he’s hot turns to “your telling me this dragon was a fucking 10 all along but none of you told me? I was carrying a damned 10 and treating him like a baby?!!!”

“I’m just saying the Canadians were onto something with the Geneva checklist—”—Nik as it pertains to a monster hunter who caught Ghost

[“Laswell, he was going to sell it(whelp) to Sinombre. If we use those tactics we can get the name of Sinombre!”—Nik

“As much as I appreciate your enthusiasm. That would cause the UN to be hounding us and I don’t need that headache. Hey, PRICE DON'T YOU DARE USE THAT CAR BATTERY!”—Laswell

“But Laswell…….” —Price

“Just because the gulag used it on you doesn’t mean you do it to other people!!”—Laswell

“But-”—Price

“Where’d you even get the battery— did you take it out of my car?”—Laswell

“No, fine I’ll return it later.”—Price

“Better do it.”—Laswell] differing ideas for interrogation (‘09 iykyk)

Laswell being the only one to understand tiny dragon squeak/draconic besides said dragons

Idea of tiny dragon ghost being constantly yeeted

Air jail (oil lamp for tiny dragonghost when he acts like spicy little shit)

HC: They need to hide coffee from ghost or the little shit will be like hammy the squirrel from over the edge or twitchy for hoodwinked

“I can’t mansplain, manipulate, or make wife my way out of this……… Manslaughter it is.” —Nik or Ghost

[“What’s that small wood thing in the shape of a bag pipe?”

“An ocarina Johnny?”

“Oh! You mean the instrument that little elf guy plays in Zelda? What’s his name, Jerry or buddy?”

“It’s Link you uncultured swine. Never dis legend of Zelda again or ill sick Demise’s curse on your ass.” Ghost having too much knowledge about video games]

[hygienic-soap-dispenser]

HWS Nordics as DnD Characters - Part 1

So uuh I've been thinking about the best boys as DnD characters for a while now soooo I drew them and did a character sheet for each of them!! (Den and Swe will be coming in part 2 pinky promise 🙏)

Part 2 (Den, Swe)

For simplicity, I started them off on Level 1, hence no subclasses here. Also, there are def some things I need to work around, especially with the whole DnD Beyond thing, but I still hope y'all get the vibe I'm going for with these

✨ Their backstories, subclasses, and combat styles can be found under the cut ✨

Norway

Race: High Elf Class: Druid Subclass: Circle of the Land Background: Outlander

Having lived a good portion of his childhood among the fjords, mountains, and trolls, Nor has always had a deep connection with the land around him. His friends would help him survive, connect to the land, and learn to harness the power within it. He let it power and inspire him throughout his life. When Nor was part of his unions, he would often escape to the land to feel connected to himself again, and this is where he drew his power and magic which he still uses today. He is a free spirit within his land, and he will never let anyone take that away from him again.

In combat, Nor mainly focuses on spells and has a preference for ice magic and thorns, and he is excellent at taking advantage of the terrain around him. He is also one of the designated healers for the Nordics, along with Swe. At close range can fight with clubs, maces, light swords, or axes.

Finland

Race: Half-Wood Elf Class: Ranger and Rogue multiclass Subclasses: Gloomstalker / Assassin Background: Soldier

Fin has trained most of his life to be a warrior. Since his earliest days, he was tasked to defend the land and prevent any would-be invaders; it was his duty. But how could he with neighbours like these? He is small, and they are big, they are strong, and he is weak... but he is persistent. He will not let them win. For you see, Fin has some advantages: he is nimble and he lives in a land shrouded in forests and bogs. Thus, Fin became something else: not the strongest or the fastest or mightiest defender, but the most efficient, using his stealth and quick thinking to get any advantage he can.

In combat, Fin is focused on archery but is flexible and can jump into the front with dual-wielding weapons when needed. Is effective at any range: physically strong but even more nimble. He hides in the dark, ever watchful, striking at his enemies. He often forgets to cast Hunter's Mark.

Iceland

Race: Half-High Elf Class: Sorcerer Subclass: Storm Sorcerer Background: Hermit

Raised on a lonely island far from those he loves, surrounded by the raging oceans crashing upon his shores, the wind and rain shaping the docking and crashing of ships to his land, Ice has always been familiar with the winds and tides. Some even say that he came to being during a mighty storm, giving power to the tempest within that powers his natural abilities. Now, with his mastery over his inner storm, he tries to use his powers to safely guide ships, change the winds, and maybe even see more of the family and friends he longs to hold close.

In combat, Ice focused on lighting and ice spells, and still has some trouble controlling his fire-based spellcasting, but is working on it. Fights at a distance and can use Flight to maneuver around the battlefield for the best advantage. God help you if he attacks you from above.

[curse-of-dming-strahd]

because the party heard that the Baron's trying to find a suitor for his son, they've been very concerned that he's going to try to push Ireena into marrying Victor they've also been carrying a dirty hippy druid named Jim around in a backpack (it's a whole thing) and one of them joked they should just clean up Jim and present him as a suitor instead and lord help me, it took all my strength to not entirely derail the campaign RIGHT THERE AND THEN and spin up a whole subquest to turn this grubby perma-baked wild druid into Barovia's Most Eligible Bachelor

[gloomwitchwrites]

I know you're a huge fan of DnD. So, I need to know, if 141 also plays DnD, what are they playing as?

Anon! I know who you are! Expect me in your inbox shortly to beef with you about going anon on me!!! (if it's not who I think it is this will be absolutely embarrassing but fuck it.)

Yes, I love Dungeons & Dragons. I've been a DM twice, and I've participated as a player. Currently DMing a campaign now. So, combining Dungeons & Dragons w/ Task Force 141 is SENDING ME!

Can you imagine the four them sitting around a table to play a TTRPG? I'm laughing my ass off just thinking about it. Would Laswell be the DM? I feel like she would be.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick Class: Paladin Race: Human or Orc Sacred Oath: Oath of Glory Alignment: Lawful Good

Gaz has a solid sense of justice. He’s quick to vocalize when he doesn’t think something is fair or when he believes something isn’t right. He’s also a team player and wants what’s best for everyone. He also wants to get the job done. Kyle is the support of the party. He’s gonna be smashing heads as much as he’s using Healing Hands on Soap & Ghost for also smashing heads.

John Price Class: Fighter Race: Human Martial Archetype: Battle Master Alignment: Lawful Neutral

I love Price. You love Price. We all love Price. But let’s be honest here…when it comes to Dungeons & Dragons, Price is a Basic Bitch™. He doesn’t know the rules, is overwhelmed by all the options, and Price just wants a character handed to him because he simply doesn’t want to deal with it. He is being dragged to the session by people who loves it and just want him to have fun.

John “Soap” MacTavish Class: Barbarian Race: Minotaur Primal Path: Path of the Berserker Alignment: Chaotic Good

Soap loves chaos and he loves to fuck shit up. He’s the demolitions expert. If he’s not blowing something up, he wants to be sent in, coach. A team player who is a tank in-game and in real life. Soap wants to be the biggest brute. The tank of the party. Barbarian’s get to Rage, and you know that appeals to Soap.

Simon “Ghost” Riley Class: Blood Hunter Race: Half-Drow Blood Hunter Order: Order of the Lycan Alignment: Lawful Good

Blood Hunters are monsters who fight monsters. They are often feared, ostracized, and misunderstood. They adhere to a strict code of discipline so they don’t succumb to their Hemocraft while fighting the forces of evil. Simon is a man that sticks to a strict discipline. He is feared and misunderstood by those that don’t know him. Plus, he hates talking. He likes to keep things to a bare minimum. Blood Hunters are not considered charismatic until the rest of the party gets to know them.

I could also see… Gaz: as a Ranger, Monk (Way of Kensei Only), or Cleric Soap: as an Artificer (Artillerist Only), Bard, or Paladin Price: as a Cleric (War Domain Only), Barbarian, or Paladin Ghost: as a Rogue, Ranger, or Barbarian (Path of the Beast Only)

[cielmeowtan]

I'm a d&d nerd, so have d&d au Soap 🧼😈

[crayonurchin]

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[creptolli]

CoD as DND Pt.2 !!

(Pt.1 - Rudy)

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish

Class: Bard

Race: Human

Alignment: Chaotic-Neutral

He used to use bagpipes, but unfortunately they didn’t turn out to be very portable.. so now he’s stuck with a lute (up for suggestions on replacing that)

He came from a good family, good upbringing. He overall had a great childhood and he’s always grateful for that, especially around other members of his party. He always, even from a young age, realised how lucky he was. He has 3 sisters (1 older, 2 younger), and a brother (younger) - I have a fanfic with a family tree I created called familial concerns linked below (however the storyline for that doesn’t apply here; just the actual family members)

He has a symbol on his tongue, symbolising a quill and ink. It was passed down in his family, they don’t know where it originated from but believe it’s because of their long line of bards and the magic that weaved. When he uses spells similar to vicious mockery or he’s just even persuading someone, it slightly glows an orange/red hue - increasing his charisma/charm.

Okay, I know this may count as a tad bit of mischaracterisation, but he can be very (jokingly) flirty. Like the man just loves to hone in on his inner bard and mess with people - not everyone realises he’s joking (Ghost) and not everyone realises he’s flirting (Rudy.. Alejandro realised though).

For the family tree, look below 👇

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[somelazyassartist]

I HAVE DND DICE SOAP IN MY ETSY SHOP NOW!!!!!!!

I have bar soaps with full 7-piece sets of Dungeons and Dragons dice inside them in my shop!! Currently all of these are labeled as clearance and are discounted ($8 instead of $12) because these were my very first batch and have a few minor cosmetic issues like air bubbles and slight seam lines between layers since I was still figuring out how to set them in the molds with dice correctly. I've got the hang of making them without those issues now, but I want to make some bigger batches first before uploading them, so you get the discount version slightly sooner than those!!

You can buy em HERE or in the link at the very top of the post!! I'm really excited because I'm super happy with how my first batch turned out even if I had some ups and downs figuring out how to work with dice!! I hope you guys like em as much as I do!! Reblogs are super appreciated!!

[nocturnesmoon]

I was an adventurer like you

Mhm you know what time it is? It's time for more of my random thoughts piled together into something I hope is coherent.

Today we are taking our lovely couple consisting of Simon and johnny and catapulting them into Faerun along with you.

Despite it's supposed glamour in the bigger cities, the realm of Faerun is quite the brutal one. Different species at war, the overlap between realms, the creatures and monsters that roam. It's quite the chaotic place to be, full of dangers and mysteries.

By the natural order of things, it's no surprise the number of adventurers that exist within these lands. There's rarely a shortage of them, as they seem to pop up everywhere, with new ideals, goals, and incredible powers. The young and aspiring adventurers quickly ends up taking the place the older retired ones.

Simon and Johnny were once such young and aspiring folk, a smile on their faces, excitement in their hearts as they went on unimaginable adventures. They fought creatures they'd never imagine; they fought devils, slayed dragons, and laid waste to goblin hoards.

They became quite renowned in their time under the aliases of Ghost and Soap. Songs and tales were written about them, big inns knew them well, and they became quite the role model for the younger adventurers.

That was a long time ago now, feels almost like an eternity ago. Though the circumstances of their retirement came unexpected to Simon, it eventually became clear it was a good decision for them both. Especially since Johnny took an arrow to the knee and was ready to settle, Simon saw it wouldn't be quite the same without his partner out there on the road.

Though they aren't active adventurers anymore they're still quite known, the young might not recognize them anymore but the older still hold their images in their heart. And though they are no longer out felling demons, they have their own way of getting by.

It was originally Simon's idea, but one that Johnny quickly took over. They opened a small potions shop just outside of a small town. Simon wanted somewhere with peace and quiet, and Johnny still wanted to hone his absurdly good craft of creating things. The compromise was quite easy to make from then on.

The shop became a trademark of the town, though business wasn't always through the roof, they made enough to get by. Anything between potions, ingredients, food, and general supplies could be bought there, making it a good pitstop for adventurers.

They managed to make quite a comfortable life here for themselves, even if they had to retire early by Simon's standards. Johnny tends to the shop and does most of the social bit, selling and buying, the whole lot. While Simon takes care of the garden out back and the miscellaneous maintenance around the house that's bound to occur with Johnny's experimenting.

It has become a weekly occurrence that something tends to blow up spectacularly, and while Simon is used to the sudden twists and turns of an adventure, these minor explosions might give him too many white hairs too early.

Despite the hiccups along the way, it's a quiet life that they're able to live out in peace. At least it was quiet until that fated day where you crossed their path.

It's nearing the evening, closing time for the shop and around the time where Johnny tidies the front desk up while Simon sits down with a cup of tea, and they talk. The door is almost thrown off its hinges as its being barged in, startling them both into action.

When you stumble in it's clear you won't make much of a threat even if you wanted to. You looked beyond drunk, stumbling in, knocking one of Simon's precious flowers over and shattering the bowl. Your sword was drawn but not to antagonize, merely so you had a support as you looked up at them with droopy eyes, pleading for help.

Simon is the first to recognize the familiarity in your face. He remembers you from all those years ago, a battle against a horde of goblins, back when you were all young and bright eyed, with that spark for adventure that kept you alive. Though you didn't adventure together for long, you fought alongside each other well.

You had fought bravely, even taken a hit that was meant for Simon. He suddenly remembered he never got to thank you. Though with the dark no-nonsense presence he gave off back then he doesn't think you expected a thank you if you even remember.

You liked them both quite a lot back then, if his memory doesn’t betray him, though sadly you weren't able to join them on future adventures, and they hadn't seen you since. Simon would be lying if he didn't occasionally think about you, Johnny would be too. They both knew there could've been something special there if they had let it grow before taking off.

He wonders what in the world happened to you, during all those years. Clearly you kept your career as an adventurer alive, a lot of battle scars littering your body and face that he doesn't believe you had back then.

Johnny doesn't seem to recognize you as quickly, not that there's much to see when you fall face down on their wooden floor. "Ach c'mon I just washed the flooring," Johnny exclaims as you topple over, your bloodied sword scattering off next to you and creating a splatter.

They both look at you cautiously, as if to see whether or not you were gonna get back up. When you don't move Johnny takes a few steps forward, crouching down next to you as if to see whether you were even alive.

"How much did ye drink," Johnny scoffs and carefully rolls you over to see if you were awake and faking. "Bloody idiot-" he cuts himself off when he sees the wound in your side and the pooling blood beneath your body.

All it takes is one look between them before Simon springs into action, walking over to a medicine cabinet they keep in the shop's storage area. Johnny carefully hoists you up, hooking an arm under your knees and one on your back to pick you up.

He takes a moment to take in your actual state, you looked pale, sickly so. You'd likely been wearing armor once upon a time, but your breastplate had been ripped clean off, only leaving the leather binding underneath. Your clothes were torn and dirtied with either blood or mud. It wasn't an unusual look for the adventurers that came in to shop, but admittedly they normally didn't collapse on the floor either.

Johnny carries you out of the shop area and into the back where the rest of their house is. He gently gets you situated on the couch as Simon comes with different sets of supplies, they needed to stabilize you. While Johnny went to work on your wound, Simon went back out to the shop.

He had intended to clean up the flooring, so Johnny didn't need to bother, but was promptly interrupted when he realized the shop wasn't empty like they left it. An Orc was bustling about, tall enough to barely fit in there with the lower ceiling.

Simon held back a string of curses that wanted to bubble up, he had nothing against the orcs, but they were closed and had a bleeding out person in the back, this was too much. "Excuse me" his voice sounded out and caught the attention of the orc, "We're closed."

The orc grumbles something incoherent glancing back outside briefly before fully turning their attention on Simon. He noticed the several other orcs waiting outside the shop, it made him grit his teeth. If they brought trouble here it wouldn't be good, even if he was quite skilled once it's been a while since he picked up an axe or a sword.

"We're looking for someone that came through here," the orc grumbles again, Simon starts to realize it's just their speech making them harder to understand, some sort of accent. "They're likely injured," the orc continues "And we need to take them with us."

They then proceed to give him a long description of the features on the person they're pursuing, and it doesn't take a genius to realize it's you. It makes Simon really start to wonder what in the hell you were up to, and whether or not you were really worth the trouble.

"Ain't seen anybody," Simon grumbles back, crossing his arms over his chest as he looks the Orc up and down. If it came down to it, he could reach for the knife on his belt and spin it into the orcs uncovered neck, then make a beeline for better equipment.

"Don't kid us" the orc starts to sound irritated, "we're not dumb we see the blood on your floor, just hand them over and this will go fine."

They didn't seem to want to go easy, but Simon wasn't about to get violent just yet if he didn't have to. "I don't know what you're on about, that's fluids from a broken potion, i was just about to clean it up," Simon rides it off, keeping himself stoic to pass off the lie.

"Then where's the glass," The orc asks again dumbfounded, seemingly questioning their own judgement now that Simon brought up a different possibility.

"I…cleaned that up already…" Simon answers, looking on to see if the orc buys his lie, no matter how flimsy it might seem it is still believable.

"Hmf alright…if you see them come find us…" the orc says it's final and then leaves the shop once more. Only when the door closes, and the orcs are well on their way does Simons shoulders relax again.

He lets out a sigh and continues his work of getting the floor cleaned of your blood before it soaks into the wood. Luckily there wasn't a lot to clean, and he took the courtesy to wipe off your blade as well, putting it off to the side so you could take it back later.

By the time he's all done and joins Johnny again, you're all patched up and snoring away. Your wound wasn't severe but would likely still need weeks of rest before you could do any adventuring again.

They let you rest, discussing amongst themselves what to do with you while they make dinner together. It's only later that night when you wake up again, Simon had almost fallen asleep sitting in a different chair, Johnny sitting on the floor next to the couch they had placed you on.

Johnny was quick to assure you of your safety, explaining how you ended up here as far as they know, and that they got you patched up. You thank them profusely, feeling rather embarrassed at the whole deal.

They let you stay the night, getting you filled up on water and food and making sure to tend to the wound as it needs. The night ends up quite entertaining for the three of you even with the rather grim start of it. You all catch up on each of your adventures, they find out what you've been doing since all those years ago and what accomplishments you've gotten.

They're very impressed as well, even if they had seen the potential in you, so many with good potential die young. To see how far you've gotten, only a few years younger than themselves, and still going, it's something to be proud of.

Neither of them mentions it, but part of them regrets not making a longer friend of you all those years ago. You were easy to talk to, excitable, and eager you would've made a good companion when they were still adventuring themselves.

They're once again reminded of what brought the three of you together in the first place, what kept you guys talking even once the battle was over. You couldn't lie to yourself either, you had missed a connection like that, a thing you hadn't found anywhere else, with anyone else.

After you've gone to sleep on the couch again, and they've retrieved themselves to their bedroom, they find themselves unashamedly scheming on ways to have you stay. They saw something in you they haven't seen in anybody else, something sweet and caring, while still adventurous and wild.

Maybe they could have you come back at least if you didn't want to stay.

The next morning however you awake in agonizing pain, having Johnny absolutely panic that his remedy wasn't working, and immediately getting to work on a new one. Meanwhile Simon does his best to soothe you, moving you into their bed instead of the uncomfortable couch.

They close shop for the day, spending most of it tending to you, trying to get you stabilized again. Worst case scenario they'd have to go find a healer of some kind, there was a cleric that would sometime pass through town, and they could ask around.

By the end of the day things are looking up once again, the pain isn't as bad and one of Johnny's remedies seems to have worked for you. They insist you stay the night again, so they're sure you're healing okay.

They end up falling into bed with you, though it's soon you seem to not mind it. Having them on either side of you to make sure you didn't roll around on your wound, and to protect you should you need it, found itself to be quite comforting in your state.

From then on you don't really make any incentive to leave during the healing process. It's slow and grueling, with a few setbacks it felt too long at times, but it eventually got better. Once you did, you slowly started helping around the shop, trying to repay a debt you insisted on owing them despite how much they assured you it was fine.

You helped clean up after Johnny's experiments, restocking the shelves, and even assisting Simon in the garden when it wasn't a lot of physical labor. You enjoyed the mindless activities, being able to make conversation with them while doing it was usually the best part.

You enjoyed Johnny's quips, and excitement over his passion for potions and remedies. In contrast to the quieter time spent in the garden with Simon, you enjoyed his jokes and his insightfulness when it came to the plants. To see him have a gentle touch with them, much the same how he handles his partner (and you in turn), it was heartwarming to see for how brutal he used to be in your eyes.

It took quite a while for you to get back to your full strength, and by the time you did you had found a place with them. A place where you could explore the connection that attracted you in their direction, what made you so good for each other.

Even as you started up smaller adventures to get yourself back on track, you were never gone for long. The once pitstop, became a full stop for you, a new home with them that slowly developed into something beautiful, that you couldn't stay away from.

Mmhm the things i'd do to see these two fight dragons...too much

I kinda have some more ideas for this, in a fantasy dnd kind of setting, but i dont know if im gonna make it into anything.

I'm also working on a different actual series that i hope to share the first chapter of soonish, if i can get myself to actually plan it out and fully finish the first chapter. Exciting things :))

(I read through this a few times but i have an urging feeling i missed a mistake somewhere so if you find it i apologize)