5. What’s a crackship you love?
Oh, man I have so many crackships. In the traditional sense of “pairing I like just because” I would have to say Dean/Ketch is high up there. In terms of “this pairing has the potential to get ridiculous” it would be Jimmy/Balthazar.
15. Post the last line you wrote without context.
She yawns, stretching her arms high over her head so her shirt rides up and exposes her belly button.
Thanks!
16. Describe your WIP that currently has the highest word count.
My longest WIP was for my FTH auction (yeah, it’s taken me a while). It’s a dean/cas/jimmy a/b/o college AU in which Dean is an omega, Cas is an alpha, and Jimmy is an omega. There’s some jealousy, loads of sex, and insecurities. It’s been a pain at times and I need to go back and fix things but it should be fun to read when it’s finally ready.
Thanks!
Fanfic Asks
1. If you’re an author, how many WIPs do you currently have? (Be honest!)
2. What’s next on your ‘to-read’ list? (Fan fiction or otherwise)
3. Do you prefer canonverse or AUs?
4. What fandom’s/ship’s fan fiction do you read the most?
5. What’s a crackship you love?
6. What’s the last thing you read that made you laugh?
7. What’s the last thing you read that made you cry?
8. Bed sharing or roommates AU?
9. Fake dating or arranged marriage?
10. Mutual pining or enemies to friends to lovers?
11. Kid fic or childhood friends?
12. Friends with benefits or secret dating?
13. Exes or established relationship?
14. (For authors) Post a line of dialogue from one of your WIPs without context.
15. Post the last line you wrote without context.
16. Describe your WIP that currently has the highest word count.
17. Describe a fic that is still in the ‘ideas’ stage.
18. Do you have a fic reading/writing routine?
19. What’s your favorite character headcanon?
20. Do you have a favorite fanfic or author? If so, tag them/post a link and share the love!
Well if you want some variety can I reccomend Demons and Wizards cover of Immigrant Song? It is A+
It is A+ indeed. I’ll go back and forth between the cover and the original lol
Dean is a witch, Cas is his familiar. They get bullied a lot. (Based off of this.)
Dean is used to idiots making fun of them: ever since he and Cas found each other, he’s been called everything from impotent to fairy princess. This is probably because Dean wears a leather jacket and jokes about his perky nipples… and his familiar is a delicate-looking, pretty blue swallow.
Cas, in his bird form, is fluffy and adorable. When he’s disgruntled, he puffs up to like twice his regular size, when he’s happy, he chitters and sings and flaps around like a goddamn rocket. He pecks people when he’s pissed.
He’s also ridiculously powerful.
Which, honestly, goes a long way to showing up and flipping off any and all assholes, but Dean’s favourite part of those whole process is this, right here: the moment when Dean raises a brow and goes “I’d quit if I were you, man. Cas ain’t a fan of bullies.”
The other dude sneers in his face, pushing at Dean’s shoulders. “What’s the little birdie gonna do, huh? Bitch slap me?”
It takes all Dean’s self-control to stay put, but he does. Because this has happened a million times before and will continue to happen. Because people are dicks, and the look on their faces after being dealt with are ten times better than any fist fight Dean starts.
Sure enough, as the asshole moves in to shove Dean a second time, Cas flits off his leather-clad shoulder, lands smoothly on the concrete with human feet. Or, well, boots. Heavy leather work boots, topped with ripped blue jeans and wearing an AC/DC t-shirt. He’s got on of Dean’s flannel’s on top of that, and finishing the ensemble is an over-sized denim jacket covered in anarchist patches and buttons. A handful of leather bracelets adorn his left wrist, and there’s a bandana wrapped around the ankle of his right boot because the lace is broken. Castiel Novak is a grumpy, sweet, six-foot tall dude with a perpetual bedhead and day-old stubble, and his feathers match the blue of his human eyes.
The asshole’s own eyes widen at this new development, taking a step back as Cas steps forward, hands curling in the other’s loose shirt. “The little birdie,” Castiel says in his deep, gravel-rough voice. “Will indeed bitchslap you. Before cracking your skull and divesting you of all your pathetic, small-minded ideas about masculinity.” Cas smirks when the guy basically gulps. “Unless,” he says good-naturedly. “You have something to tell us? Us being, of course, myself and my boyfriend.”
“Wait a sec, you two are—”
“Cracked skull, wastoid.” Cas shakes him a little to scare him, and Dean can tell the mouth breather almost pisses himself. His heart swells with pride.
“I’m sorry!” the other guy blurts out. “I’m really sorry! You guys aren’t fairies, o-or anything! You’re–You’re—”
“More powerful than you,” Cas helpfully supplies.
“Yeah, that! A-And—”
“Ruggedly handsome.”
“Uh huh!”
“And better than you in literally every possible way.”
“Yes, okay?! Yes: you’re better than me in every way. I’m sorry! Just leave me the fuck alone!”
“Gladly.” Castiel then pushes the asshole so that he ends up flat on his ass, palms scraped up on the pavement as he turns to Dean with a quirk of his mouth. “You ready to go?”
“Yeah,” Dean grins back. He moves up to press a quick kiss to his mouth, and Cas, adorably, blushes. “Careful on the turns, though.”
“M’always careful,” Castiel grumps. Still, he laces their fingers together as they walk towards his ‘66 Triumph Bonneville, tossing Dean a helmet as he slides his own over his head. Cas straddles the bike and grins when Dean presses himself behind him and holds on tight. Castiel revs the engine and they take off.
The guy, sitting dumbly on the ground, stares after them.
I should be writing but listening to Immigrant Song on repeat and fantasizing disjointed scenes and dialogue is more fun.
Salim by Elicia Donze. Drawn in PS. Please do not remove caption.
[Caption: A realistic digital painting of Salim from American Gods. Portrait is from the hip up. Salim is seated in a wooden chair. He has short dark hair and a beard. He’s wearing a pale blue suit with pearlescent buttons over a white shirt and gray tie. His hands are clasped in his lap, and his expression is serene. His eyes are glowing orange like a cat’s. The background is deep coral red framing a window of gold.]
I’m watching @eliciadonze get one horrible, disgusting and hateful anon message after the other, all claiming to speak for the SPN Family / Fandom (it physically makes me sick to see), and I want to so desperately help her. People are saying we need to “clean up our trash”, and I agree and I would friggin’ LOVE to do that, but what else can we do besides report accounts that are openly being hateful?
All these cowardly shits are hiding behind anon – there’s no way to find them (as far as I’m aware – if there is please let me know). I want to help. I want to do something that shows that the vast majority of the fandom isn’t like that. It’s so goddamn frustrating seeing the same shitheads who send vile, hateful messages to people like Eliza, but also MANY of my friends WITHIN the SPN fandom, use the SPN Family name as if they speak for the majority. And they get away with it because they can hide behind anonymity – it’s beyond aggravating.
What can we do to stop this??? I swear I’m willing to do the work, put in the effort, just point me in the right direction!
Reblog the art.
Every single time you see her getting a piece of hate, go into her archive and find a piece or two and reblog it. The worse the day is, the more art you grab.
Licia has some of the scariest and most dedicated haters I’ve seen in action, and there is literally no way to tell if the ones that are using the SPN Family name against her are even part of the SPN fandom on tumblr, because the hate she’s getting isn’t just from tumblr users… and no, there’s no way to track down the anons. Tumblr doesn’t tell you the isp of anons you block.
What we can do is show our support, and the best way to do that is by reblogging the art and sharing it. Yes, send letter love if you want – and please, for the love of god, let her have the space to rage and be hurt by this when you do so, because fuck this stuff hurts. But as soon as you see the hate start, go onto her blog, pick a piece, and share her art.
If you share her art, you increase her exposure, which builds the number of good followers she has, and you increase the chance that she can get a commission.
We can’t fix the world (I wish we could), and there’s no way we can take back the anons words and the fact that it looks like this hate is coming from us. But sharing her art has the chance to make her actual life easier, financially.
Reblog her art.
This holds for any artist or creator who gets attacked or harassed.
If you’re frozen with indecision, afraid you’ll add to the stress, don’t know what to say, or are sick and tired of seeing hate, reblog the art.
Good attention is armor against bad attention.
Thanks for this – I will go and do that right now because you deserve all the well-paid commissioned work you can possibly take on (and more!) and the world is a better place for having your art in it.
“I’m
sorry, but there’s no smoking in the restaurant.”Balthazar looks absolutely
scandalized. “Excuse me?”“We’ve got a no smoking policy,”
the server says as he drops off their drinks. “So no cigarettes.”“We’re outside,”
Balthazar protests. “We’re on the patio.”The server stares down at
Balthazar, looking less and less impressed with him as the conversation went
on. “Still drinking our drinks and eating our food, aren’t you?” He doesn’t
wait for Balthazar to respond. “So still the restaurant, ain’t it? Put out the
cigarette, or leave.”Balthazar appraises the man in
front of him as he puts out the cigarette. “If I were to ask to speak with your
manager…?”“Then I’d be happy to inform you
that I am the manager. And the co-owner.” His expression softens
a little. “Look, we got guests who come in with allergies and stuff. As someone
with a cat allergy, I totally get the not breathing thing. We try to make it as
comfortable as possible for everyone. So no smoking.”Now Balthazar’s interest is
piqued. “You serve at your own restaurant? How… plebian of you.”“That’s
what you got out of everything I said?” The man shakes his head and stares at
Cas, who’s quietly been smirking at the whole exchange. “Honestly, Cas, where
you get these guys?”“Cas?” Balthazar repeats
suspiciously.“Balthazar is an old friend from
college. He’s something of a culinary snob, and I knew only your burgers would
do.” He gestures between the two men. “Balthazar, this is Dean. Dean,
Balthazar.”“Awesome.” Dean winks at Cas
before turning back to Balthazar. “Guess if Cas is vouching for you, you can’t
be half bad. I’ll be back with your burgers in a bit.”As soon as he’s out of earshot,
Balthazar rounds on Cas. “I can’t believe you took me to a restaurant just so
you could flirt with the hot owner.”Cas blushes. “I didn’t—that’s not
why—”“Oh, hush.” Balthazar rolls his
eyes. Cas has always been so damned obvious about this sort of thing. He
remembers Cas drunkenly crying to him about that Daphne girl after (badly)
flirting with her at a party. Of course when he’d sobered up, he’d been too
embarrassed to ever talk about it again and had avoided Daphne like the plague.
“Clearly you need my help. The poor man’s as into you as you are him, and you
two are such idiots neither’s made the first move.”“Dean doesn’t—he-he wouldn’t—”
Cas swallows thickly. “You really think he’s interested?”Seconds later, Dean drops off
their burgers. “Farmer’s Market for you,” he says as he sets down Balthazar’s
meal. “And Honey Mustard Delight for the angel,” he says as he places Cas’
burger down.Cas digs in and Balthazar wants
to smack him for being so oblivious. “Seriously? Was that not clear?”“What?”
“He called you angel.
That, Cassie, is a flirtation if I ever saw one.”“No it wasn’t. He’s just being friendly.”
Even Cas looks like he doesn’t quite believe it.“Either you ask that man for his
number, or I’ll do it for you. We are not leaving here until you do it.”Balthazar continues to glare at
Cas menacingly whenever Dean stops by their table to check on them, but Cas
remains frustratingly quiet. Honestly, Balthazar doesn’t know how much more
pitiful longing he can take before he goes stabs himself with his butter knife.
That would have to be less painful than watching these two bumble
through a courtship.When Dean comes to pick up the
check, Balthazar shoots Cas a warning look. Cas tries to ignore him, so he
kicks Cas under the table.I hate you, Cas mouths before turning to Dean.
“Dean, are you busy this evening?”
“Huh? Oh, I don’t think so.
Benny’s comin’ in to take over the night shift, so I won’t be working if that’s
what you’re asking. Why, what’s up?”“Would you be interested in
maybe… going out for dinner? With me, I mean, if that wasn’t clear—” Another
kick stops his babbling and forces a somewhat pained smile.“On a date?” Dean asks slowly.
“Yes?”
Dean smiles brightly. “Sure
thing, Cas. You mind swinging by the restaurant around five? If we’re going out
on a date, I wanna show off you off in my Baby.”Balthazar’s head whips around at
that, but Cas seems to understand whatever the hell that
means, so he doesn’t say anything.“I can do that. Five o’clock
then.”“Awesome. I look forward to it.”
“Me too, Dean.”
Clings to you Is there anything i can do to help
Thanks. Not really. I just need to mellow out, I think. Let myself have a while to not do anything.
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