#owd

[serxeri]

🥺 Hector and Alagossa from the indie game, Our Way Down.

[liwaj]

thank you, ressurectionists

[owdbrand]

Elegant and refined movements. #OWD encourages grace and poise as subtle forms of unleashed #power.

⚜️

#movement

[defender-nereida]

"What did this to you?" (caretaker-tess)

Nereida panted as she leaned on the door frame of the caretaker’s room. “Um… I was out on a hunt and I guess I wasn’t alone…” Her clothes were mostly torn to shreds, deep cuts all over her arms, torso, and legs. Her blue gaze slid to the woman and she let a soft grin creep across her face. “I wounded the beast pretty bad though~”

[impala-dreamer]

Sam + Heartbeat

Sam Winchester has many smiles.

They are few, and rare, but varied in meaning.

There are smiles for when he’s annoyed and trying to hold his tongue. The smile when he’s straining to be polite, the regular polite smile, which is amazingly similar to the fake polite smile.

There are smiles that accompany eye rolls and smiles when he’s tired.

Smiles just for Dean, smiles just for you.

There’s a smile for when Dean is being an idiot and Sam remembers why he’s the best big brother ever, and a smile for when they are reunited after trauma.

There’s a smile for when he’s quietly watching you, just observing your body language, trying to read your mind, and a smile for when he can’t believe how lucky he is that he found you.

There are smiles of relief and sweaty satisfaction; smiles of anguished exhaustion when no other face can be made. Smiles that can lift and break your heart all at once.

You thought you’d seen them all.

But the smile that lit Sam’s face when he heard the heartbeat of his child through the sonogram machine was the most beautiful smile you’d ever seen. It was real and true and full of wonder. It was scared and excited, it was hopeful, it was love.

Sam turned to you, flashing the perfect smile, tears streaming down his cheeks. “Do you hear it?” he asked, his voice tight with emotion.

“Yeah, Baby, I hear it.”

He took your hand and kissed it, squeezing so tight. “I love you,” he laughed between deep breaths.

“Love you too, Sam.”

His eyes flew back to the black and white screen, and you closed yours, trying to cement that perfect, beautiful smile in your memory; praying that you’d see it again and again.

[67midnightwriter]

300 Angst OWD Challenge Masterlist

Thank you to everyone who joined in! I had a blast, and I hope y’all did too! Here’s the full list! Jody + Tomato Soup

Dean + Pillow

Jo + Baby

Sam + Flour

FrenchMistake!Jared + Beer

Claire Novak + Balloons

Sam + Chicken Pot Pie

Dean + DVDs

John + Chains

Anna Milton + Tennis Ball

Sam + Paintbrush

Jack + Music

Jack + Pancakes

Castiel + Lampshade

FrenchMIstake!Jensen + Money

Rufus + Plunger

Michael!Dean + Panties

Sam + Coconut

Dean + Washing Machine

Castiel + Sticky Notes

Dean + Eggs

[dancing-the-hellfire-rumba]

Dean + cuddling for your one word drabbles 😍😍😍

Okay so, that walk in the woods in the middle of the night was a bad idea

“Jesus Christ it’s cold” you rub your arms almost violently through you jacket, faint puffs of smoke coming out of your nose every time you breathe.

“I told you to grab a sweater, you didn’t listen.” Dean rolls his eyes. “C'mon, don’t freeze to death on me, we’re almost to the car.” He pushes you through the trees, and catches you when you trip over a stray root peaking from the ground.

“Sorry.” 

Eventually the both of you squeeze into the impala, Dean shoving the keys in the ignition and cranking up the heat.

“Shit, can you turn this thing up? I can’t feel my fingers.” Dean shakes his head and opens his arms, You shuffle close and pull your legs to your chest, Dean wrapping his arms around your shoulders and back and you around his waist.

Your head falls on his shoulder, forehead resting on his bare neck. He sighs and rubs your back and arms through your shirt.

“Thank you for t-taking a walk with me.” You stutter through your chattering teeth. You don’t wanna talk about the nightmare, but you greatly appreciate him offering to lose sleep for a drive.

“As long as you don’t die of hypothermia.” He rumbles and you swat his chest.

“Asshole.” you mutter. You nose his neck and drop a kiss there because you can;t be arsed to leave this spot and kiss his cheek, squirming impossibly closer. “Thank you.”

One Word Drabbles! - Masterlist

[romanwrites]

OWD Snippet:

But why did that matter? They were orphans—even if they did seem to possess a great deal of Magic Possibility, what was that supposed to mean? If they didn’t have the appropriate teaching and the right Teacher, then they would never reach their full potential, and that would be a damn shame. But what did that matter? Kravitz bumps straight into a light pole, embarrassment rushing in him in a matter of seconds. He’s glad that it’s night out, and that there are not many people out. He’s sure his blush reaches his ears.