This goes out to everyone excited for the giant Jacob story!
Picture by the amazing @foolscapper, who runs the @asksamstuff tumblr! Her art is amazing.
Jacob Andris © @neonthewrite
Category: commissioned art
Sam can hang out on a shoulder and chill if he wants. Anyone who says different will have Dean to deal with. Do not mess!
Sam and Dean pictured here are the stars of Brothers Apart, and always ready to go.
Brothers Apart © @nightmares06
Sam and Dean belong to Supernatural!
( This fell into @nightmares06‘s inbox, but just fyi Oscar belongs solely to @neonthewrite. As for the rest, I’m so glad you like my stories so much! I have to admit, I was pulled into Supernatural the same way, by an amazing fic that I couldn’t get enough of. We’ve got plenty more in store for you! )
Oscar doesn’t actually have a last name. If his mom had one, she never got around to telling him before she vanished. We call him Oscar the OC, because in the earliest writing process I hadn’t picked a name for him yet. He was “OC” in all my notes, and fill in a few letters, you get Oscar!
As for appearance, Oscar has brown eyes and poofy, mousey brown hair. He’s super skinny and petite, reaching only three and a quarter inches in adulthood! He’s one of my wee-est characters.
Artwork by @mogadeer. Commission her, she’s amazing! ❤
Everyone wants to boop Oz.
For me, my answer will always be angst. I love it, I love the emotions it brings out, I jump into writing it with careless glee. Fluff is so much harder for me, though the angstier the angst, the fluffier the fluff will get. But angst… there are times when I can go on forever. I figure if I can my myself feel all these feelings while I write (cold and heartless as I am), it’ll work on everyone else when they read it.
I think I’m a little more evenly split. It depends on what mood takes me, but I like either fluff or angst, and I agree with the above. The fluffier the fluff, the angstier the angst can be. Honestly we have both hit each other hard with feels on either side of the spectrum as we muse about story ideas. But the angsty ones always come back and linger with us, I think.
Beware.
Mallory commissioned from the wonderful aibyou
I’ve got a few other blogs I follow, both Supernatural and gt or both! I don’t think any of them are exactly like mine, but they are enjoyable. (If I could draw my blog might be different, lol)
For blogs where you can find both Supernatural and gt, I recommend @ask-tinycas and @ask-tinysam. Both have some wonderful artwork on their sites, if you look back in time. Due to real life obligations, they tend to be slower blogs, but I know whenever I see a post from either, I get excited! (the tiny Cas blog is Destiel oriented, for any non-shippers, but it is absolutely adorable, so don’t let that put you off from some great artwork and storytelling)
For just gt, check out @borrowedtimeandspace! There’s a good deal of fun Doctor Who gt going on over there. @neonthewrite is another fun gt-oriented blog, and you’ll find prompts that feature characters you’ll recognize from my stories – namely, Jacob, Bowman, Oscar and the gang! And you can send in prompts of your own. Another similar blog, @alittleblogoftrust is also great for gt fun from one of our wonderful editors @creatorofuniverses, along with @neonthebright herself!
For just Supernatural, I highly recommend @asksamstuff. The blog has a ton of great story and artwork on it, and the girl that runs it did the amazing picture of Ilyana and Sam for me!
The pie that led Dean there in the first place vanished into the depths of the mini-fridge, forever out of reach for anyone his size. The way the fridge was designed with the airtight seal rendered it beyond their ability to open. If they could ever find a way to get in, getting to the food itself would be child’s play. The hooks they used for climbing would catch on the shelves and railings of the fridge without a problem. Dean’s bag was bigger than Sam’s, and he used every bit of that space when they were out searching for supplies. If he could fill it with food that he knew went to waste in the motel’s mini refrigerators …
Dean stared back up at the human’s words, his face clouded. The entire reason he was in the room was now out of reach, and he realized it always had been. He’d put both himself and Sam at risk for it. The only shining light was Sam evading capture. If their roles were reversed, he’d never forgive himself.
As he always did, Dean put his trademark snark to good use building a wall around his emotions. “If you didn’t go causing earthquakes with your big stomping feet, I wouldn’t have to be a ninja,” he griped up at Jacob, letting years and years worth of resentment shine through in his tone with a convenient target for it in sight. His voice bounced back at him from the glass, only fueling his frustration. “You left the pie out, that made it fair game.”
“Is that so,” Jacob answered through a chuckle that he poorly concealed. It was very difficult for him not to find that teeny tiny glare and endless sass entertaining. Whoever this guy was, whatever he was, he was funny. Jacob really hoped they could come around to some kind of understanding soon.
Excerpt from The Road Not Taken
Artwork by @lamthetwickster
“C’mon,” Jacob muttered, getting his finger and thumb pinched on the flat of the blade. It was delicate work, he realized, seeing that tiny hand clenched around the handle with a certain white-knuckled desperation. Jacob didn’t want to break the little weapon or the hand holding it, but he didn’t want to get sliced up either. It had to go, at least until he could calm the tiny man down.
The man fought back against his motions with a growing desperation, but nothing could stop the knife from slowly being pulled free of his grip. Jacob could have sworn he could feel the small legs trying to push against the inside of his fist for leverage during the short tug-of-war. One that he would have won instantly if he wasn’t doing his best to not hurt the little guy. Those fingers were tiny.
Once he managed to wrestle the knife free, he immediately set it down next to the tiny leather duffel bag for safe keeping. He stared with a faint frown at the cut on his finger before looking back at the little guy in his fist with a bemused look. “Gotta admit, I didn’t see that coming. Where’d you even get a knife like that?” he asked.
“What’s it to you?” Dean griped, still doing his best to struggle free of the constricting fingers wrapped all the way around him. “I don’t think they come in your size, Sasquatch!” The last thing he was going to do was open up to his captor and go Oh, hey. I made that as a test run for a present I wanted to make my little brother. Silver blade and all.
Excerpt from The Road Not Taken.
Wonderful artwork by @rerak-sketchbook!
Brothers Apart 