Inktober 19th drawing for Nightmares06 for a future story illustration.
October 20th excerpt:
Glancing over his shoulder at the laptop, Sam sighed. “I’m afraid I won’t be much good on the laptop right now. I’ve gotta get washed up.” He dug out his hook. He could feel the dirt still in his hair after the earlier attack. As Dean would say, they were no good to anyone exhausted and strung out. “Did you have any other questions before I go?”
Dude, I got a million questions.
“Nah,” Jacob replied, offering one more apologetic smile. “You do whatcha need.” It didn’t do any good wondering if the awkwardness would ever wear off. Sam was used to Dean, and Jacob simply wasn’t him. They’d just have to play it by ear.
Beggars Can’t Be Choosers (1/3)
( DA Link )
I had to return to the fun little AU in which Oscar met Castiel, Angel of the Lord. And, inevitably, I had to see how Oscar would fare with the rest of Team Free Will.
I split it into fairly large pieces (chapter length each). The DA Link above is for people who don’t want to read all that while scrolling tumblr.
Oscar was out of breath by the time he returned home. His frantic glances gave his house in the walls a warped, scary appearance. Normally, home was safe. It was drafty at times and he couldn’t let dust collect for more than a day before it overran him, but it was home. He could go there after a day of foraging supplies and sit on his ring box chair to sew or burrow into his blanket nest to sleep.
Now, he couldn’t stay. It wouldn’t remain safe for long.
Inktober 17 2017 Poor Oscar
My Inktober entry for the 17th. This one took about 5 hours or so. for Neonthebright of her Oc Oscar. Poor little guy is scared out of his wits!
Look at this amazing work by wolfie180g!
This will pair in with the Beggars Can’t Be Choosers story, posting now!
This sounds so perfect! I’d love to see a story come from it! And dreams really make some of the most vivid stories out there, off-the-wall ideas that flow so well (or make zero sense once you really think about them). Thanks for sharing!
October 19th excerpt:
Jacob was fascinated, by Sam’s words and by the fact that he was talking to someone who could use a laptop as a bench. That never got old, the size disparity between him and the extra-small folk he’d met. A lot of people came up to his chest and complained about his size. They had no idea what he looked like to someone like Sam.
Yet there he was, not hiding away. Jacob was grateful for trust, however tenuous.
Jacob’s not looking too happy! Update tonight! (10/18/17) Pictures and wee Jacob by @creatorofuniverses
October 18th excerpt:
Jacob reached out to close the phone with a click of plastic against plastic. He pondered the conversation, finding even more questions in it that he could ask. Who’s Walt came to mind, but he knew better. Sam had hardly talked about any of the other people in his life; Jacob wasn’t going to ask him about someone unless Sam started that conversation.
It was weird. Sam was the same size as Bowman, but the similarities stopped there. With Bowman, it was hard to get a word in sometimes.
With Sam, awkward silences could pop up out of nowhere. He was an enigmatic little guy.
October 17th excerpt:
There was a pause on the other end as Bobby parsed what he’d just learned. Sam was calling, but not from Dean’s phone, odd enough on its own. “Sam? That you? I thought Dean got you your own phone, why you using some random number to call me? ”
Sam’s ears turned red. The phone Dean had brought him home had completely slipped his mind. Usually it got tucked just inside the row of books in the nightstand, and so far the only time they’d used it was Dean’s prank when he’d set it on vibrate and sent Sam’s entire bed shaking like an earthquake in the middle of the night. Sam hadn’t been able to sleep for hours after that. “Oh, I, uh… forgot about it?” he burst out, wishing his mind wasn’t so scattered.
“Well, I’ll have you know I’ve been looking into Celeste for you and Dean since you left, and I found a few interesting leads…”
Brothers Apart 