NightmareJasmine: Look at what you’ve done…will he be mistaken for a leprechaun? Will Lucky Charms be his downfall?
Whether that happens or not (knowing Dean, he’s going to notice quickly that Stan is both irish and redheaded), it’s not quite what we’re looking for (more of a thing that might happen as an aside, not the basis of the storyline)
We’ll need the premise guessed, and until then it’ll stay shrouded in mystery
Has anyone been wondering about the tiny Stan pics we’ve had floating around?
Well, I’m here to tell you that it is from a new AU we birthed, and if someone can guess how it starts, we’ll have a sneak peek of it, along with excerpts after the current story’s excerpts wrap up!
Up. Down. Up again. Why does everything require climbing.
Resigned, Dean started his climb down, griping all the way.
“Y’know, I have half a mind to go back and grab one of Sam’s pencil tips,” Dean complained to the open air of the flat. “He’d notice in a second that it was gone, but it would be worth the look on your face when you either have to use a scrap of pencil to write with or get up and get your own damn pen that’s like five feet away.”
Has anyone been wondering about the tiny Stan pics we’ve had floating around?
Well, I’m here to tell you that it is from a new AU we birthed, and if someone can guess how it starts, we’ll have a sneak peek of it, along with excerpts after the current story’s excerpts wrap up!
Cocking his head, Dean was distracted from the paper he was working on, where all he’d managed to scribble in the not five minutes since he’d sat down to work, was two intersecting lines. Hardly the blueprint he had planned.
“Is he serious? ” Dean asked the empty room around him.
Jacob flinched so violently that he actually woke up with a startled breath. His eyes were wide for a second until he shut them and rubbed at them with his knuckles. He could tell by the wavering of the world around him that he was still drunk. And there was a wide green … wing? over him. Jacob shuddered and turned over in his place, trying to get comfortable again.
He brushed against Sam’s arm when he was shifting in place under the green canopy. With a mumble, Sam rolled a little closer, his arm landing over Jacob’s small body. Jacob flinched in surprise from the sudden appearance of an arm longer than his body. It was only a moment before Sam shifted again, pulling Jacob closer by instinct as soon as he noticed the shivers that wracked his body even in the depths of sleep.
Sam buried his head next to Jacob under the blankets, effectively pinning him to his chest the way one would a teddy bear at night. His grip was gentle, keeping away from the sore and bruised ribs that the tiny guy was nursing. Sam gave a brief mumble of contentment before he fully drifted into sleep again.
Jacob’s surprised squirming was practically nonexistent thanks to exhaustion. If he were at his full strength, sober, and not still shaking from residual fear, Jacob may have been able to squirm away. As it was, warmth that was all too hard to retain at his size was a welcome feeling. He settled with a weary sigh, knowing this was a battle he simply didn’t have the energy to fight. Sam’s heartbeat thumped steadily right behind his head, with Jacob nestled right next to his chest. It was a backdrop to him drifting off again, slipping back into a deep sleep aided by the copious amounts of alcohol still in his system.
The room settled into an uneasy silence as they rested, Dean on one side of the room against the wall, everyone else asleep under a green canopy of Bowman’s wing, blocking out sight of the enormous world around them.
“Could you pass me a pen?” Sherlock called without opening his eyes. This was not uncommon for him to do, John often claimed that the detective didn’t notice what was going on around him when he was deep in thought. And that was true, and it often left Sherlock speaking to an empty room. However, since meeting the Winchesters, he was always aware of extra hidden presences around, and he considered them on some level at all times. Calling at that volume, Dean could hear him fairly well, unless he was all the way down in Sherlock’s room.
And if he was in Sherlock’s room, Dean was in for strong words about privacy.
So I think it’s been what 5 years since I’ve last drawn @neonthebright ’s character bowman? She’s always been one of my favorite writers and I wanted to throw something special her way. So, here’s my drawing from 2012 and my one from today, 5 years later.
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Holy SHIT
Somehow I never knew that old drawing was yours (I still have it and it gets moved to new computers whenever I get one, I love it).
The progress is incredible and also I’m practically vibrating with excitement over some surprise fanart. Look at him. He’s ready to go. This is amazing and I’m so grateful ;w;
I can’t believe you still have it wow! And yeah I kinda hid who I was after I switched from deviantart to tumblr (had some sketchy people on there and didn’t want to advertise the move so I’m not surprised you didn’t know XD ) I’m so glad you like it though ❤
Brothers Apart 