So do I! Let me know if you find any more!
Month: May 2016
I might have gotten them. Truthfully, I get a lot of prompts, so there’s no way for me to know whose are whose, especially on anon. I also won’t be able to do all prompts. I tend to focus on the ones that I get inspired by, and I’ve got a few set aside that I want to work on, but I’ve been to busy between work and other stories to do any. Of course, all of Brothers Asunder came from a prompt, and Brothers Lost was inspired by a prompt as well, so keep sending in any ideas. If you want to resend the prompts, because I know that tumblr does occasionally lose them, feel free!
–Also, asks are currently scheduled a week out in advance, unless they’re more immediate questions like this one, so if it’s an ask you’re asking about, it may be in the queue. It’s the only way for me to keep ahead of things because of work, and keep the blog going when I get besieged for a good few days in a row.
Just remember, there’s a chance I won’t get to the prompts because there’s a lot of ideas that don’t mesh with the world I’m making over here.
Sam tends to not be a fan of black coffee, and pine sap is much worse as far as pure bitterness goes. He probably tried it once at Bowman’s insistance, only to hear the sprite cackle as he made a face. Bowman, by contrast, loves the stuff. Sam’s more likely to go for maple or birch sap, as they are much sweeter and milder than pine.
Excitement!
Oh, and if anyone notices the excerpts are a little behind our writing speed… well, we’ve been writing more than a chapter a day this week, so we’re more ahead than I thought we’d be. The BU excerpts will show up soon.
As for BU… how about a peek? :3
“No, no, no,” Walt said under his breath as he tried to keep up with Sam’s fleeing figure. He needed to catch the kid before he stumbled himself ass backwards into trouble. The problem was Sam might be scrawny, but he was fast.
After losing Bree so recently, Walt refused to lose another kid like this. Even one that was a human so recently. Big enough to grab Walt up in a fist, and keep him trapped.
Trying to warn Sam’s family of the witch that was going to attack them had ended in failure. Walt was too late. He’d found the room in chaos, the older brother shouting his heart out in a thundering voice, and Sam…
For a moment Walt had feared the child was already dead. Spotting the tiny figure on the ground had solidified his determination, and he’d dared to dart out into the open to haul Sam out of the way. The father of the boys had come in, saving Dean at the last second.
If Walt hadn’t taken Sam, the boy’s own father might have unknowingly stepped on him.
“Sam! Wait up, please! You don’t understand!”
Walt’s shout was ignored. The tiny figure running from him veered for where a crack was letting in light, and his heart fell. That opening lead to one of the closer motel rooms. Sam was defensless if he stumbled into it.
By the time Walt made it to the room, it was already too late.
He squirmed his own way into the room, the leather bag over his shoulder almost catching on the opening. Sam was out in the center of the floor, frozen in fear, and at the end of the towering beds, was…
A human kid, younger than Sam, staring in disbelief at the tiny child.
May 2nd excerpt:
One of the nestlings leaned out further and grinned, and Jacob recognized those fluttering wings for sure. The kids were several feet away from them, and yet the distance probably seemed so much greater in their eyes. They had to tilt their heads back slightly to keep Dean and Jacob’s faces in sight.
“We came ta visit!” Vel announced. He finally stepped out of hiding entirely, folding his hands behind his back while his wings rustled in spite of himself. “We were wondering if, maybe … didja wanna play?”
Sam gave his arms one last stretch before gathering up his satchel again. “See you bright and early, or whenever you flop out of bed,” he said to Bowman before turning away.
Dean’s body stretched overhead, even flat on his back, so Sam grabbed fistfulls of Dean’s shirt, hauling himself up the hunter. The black flannel shirt Dean was still wearing had a comfortable pocket, the perfect size for Sam to use as a sleeping bag. He’d never tell Dean this, but he sometimes preferred sleeping in there. After a lifetime of being raised to fear humans and after being captured and almost sold off by humans not so ago, sleeping on Dean, Sam’s only real source of safety in world, comforted him.
Nowhere else existed where Sam could guarantee his safety like that. Dean’s rhythmic breathing and the gentle thudding of his heart underneath his body helped soothe him as well.
Once he’d climbed up, Sam walked briskly over, lifting up the pocket flap. Dean rumbled in his sleep as Sam slipped in, getting comfortable. The ground vibrated under him reassuringly.
Dean must have felt Sam climbing his side, because the hand Sam had been sitting on moments ago rose up, stretching protectively over the pocket and Sam. “G’night Sammy,” Dean mumbled before he slipped into sleep again.
Sam smiled. “ ‘Night Dean,” he called up as well, settling comfortably under the shadow of the huge hand. Dean’s thumb rubbed gently up his side once before going slack.
Artwork commissioned from @featherpantsgt!
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Since Jacob’s only four-going-on-five years old, there’s a steep chance that if he tries to hide Sam (Jacob, who is the worst liar around when he’s seventeen, trying to keep a secret from his parents at four), they will find him. So we will be finding out exactly how they’ll react during the story. And for anyone who knows Jacob and is familiar with his story, this is the first chance to learn more about his father.
May 1st excerpt:
Bowman grinned, glad to be home again and glad to hear the others so happy to see the giants with him. He spiraled downwards in lazy circles to greet the sprites waiting with Cerul, but one of them took flight on dainty, fluttering wings and rose through the air to intercept him.
“Birdie!” Bowman greeted, opening his arms to catch Rischa as she reached him. His wings, granted extra energy by the coffee, had no trouble compensating for her extra weight as he hovered there. Rischa merely sniffled and hid her face against his chest, hugging him tight. He drifted back down towards the balcony even as Jacob approached with a grin.
Brothers Apart 