(Story 11 of the Brothers Apart series)
Cowritten by @nightmares06 and @neonthewrite
Bowman lets Jacob know just what threat the Wellwood faced while he was away, and Jacob doesn’t quite believe him.
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Bowman Leafwing, Jacob Andris
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(Story 10 of the Brothers Apart series)
Cowritten by @nightmares06 and @neonthewrite
What happens when you have Winchesters in the Wellwood? A bad day for Bowman Leafwing, as an encounter with a certain hunter and his brother goes awry, and zombie wolves move into the forest.
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Bowman Leafwing
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Only humans, Bowman.
Yet he still loves the humans he claimed. Smol or tol.
Bowman couldn’t help but think of wolves then. They could set ambushes for their prey, leading it right where they wanted it. Then, they could strike.
Bowman was the prey now. Prey of a thing big enough to crush him with a hand, and smart enough to lay a trap for him. He squirmed and writhed and only found himself more and more tangled as he did so. There was no escape, and those footsteps crashed closer.
According to the timeline I was thinking of, Bowman would be about 20. Putting Jacob at 18 or 19. My characters are younger than the bros, and though Bowman doesn’t really care about age at all, it leads to a dynamic with Jacob looking up to the Winchesters (no matter what size everyone is).
Ha, I like that. XD “Get thorned!”
Of course, saying something like that would most assuredly get Bowman in trouble with his aunt. He’d better be ready to be locked out of the house all day if he’s going to say something so foul!
For writers (or artists) in the g/t fandom, the Fab 5 ( @bittykimmy, @neonthewrite, @nightmares06, @creatorofuniverses, and @borrowedtimeandspace) have put together a list of one word prompts – all of them chosen by GT people for GT people.
The objective? Send in an ask to any of those blogs (or to whosoever reblogged this post and thus took the challenge) with a number and a character.
What they do with the prompt is up to them. Have fun!
- Giant
- Rise
- Monster
- Peeking
- Hands
- Borrow
- Tinker
- Adapt
- Flight
- Possession
- Mouse
- Risk
- Shelter
- Darkness
- Argument
- Trust
- Protect
- Close
- Cooking
- Open
- Trepidation
- Startle
- Dash
- Warmth
- Flowerpot
- Invisible
- Escape
- Heartbeat
- Dew
- Freedom
- Wings
- Laughter
- Edge
- Slam
- Web
- Razor
- Threaten
- Snatch
- Solution
- Footsteps
- Secret
- Dollhouse
- Corner
- Vent
- Company
- Tremors
- Top
- Reveal
- Creaking
- Freefall
- Landing
- Vertigo
- Stuck
- Cling
- Separate
- Needle
- Fear
- Diversion
- Platform
- Sneak
- Cold
- Soft
- Exploration
- Ignorance
- Cage
- Curiosity
- Narrow
- Rescue
- Bottom
- Grow
- Stomp
- Cooperate
- Problem
- Raindrops
- Solitude
- Precarious
- Leap
- Stash
- Trap
- Flash
- Miscommunication
- Lantern
- Tiptoe
- Rumble
- Conspiracy
- Cat
- Attention
- Ceiling
- Experiment
- Touch
- Bookshelf
- Search
- Please
- Cradle
- Hide
- Hang
- Desperation
- Power
- Betrayal
- Tiny
Send in prompts! Character + word, feel free to send it to the BA askbox or any of our individual boxes!
(If you’re not sure who the character belongs to, send it here and we’ll sort it out)
August 4th excerpt:
A snare. It was a trap that, when Logan set it, would remain hidden amongst the foliage. When something wandered into it (a sprite included), it would tangle around them mercilessly, only tightening the more they struggled. The only way out would be cutting the wires away from them, and Bowman had a feeling Logan wouldn’t be kind in the process if he caught someone.
“Making art projects, I see,” Bowman snapped. “I’ve seen better.”
The cage rattled roughly as Logan gripped one end in a huge hand and tilted it sharply so that Bowman fell to one side in a heap. “You cheeky little shit. Do you know what this is?” he taunted, his hand still gripping the cage, hovering menacingly over Bowman.
August 1st excerpt:
“Feel like talking, yet, bug?” he spat, in a low voice that he knew was threatening. Indeed, he smirked when Bowman shivered involuntarily.
“Human, you ran out of things for us to talk about before you even got here,” Bowman shot back. He should have known to brace himself, but when one of those boots lashed out and kicked the cage several feet, he reasoned that it wouldn’t have mattered.
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