Thanks! 😀 It was my birthday indeed, I had a birthday on a Monday ( Bummer, I know ).
Sticking with the wood sprites, they don’t tend to have big parties or anything, but they do mark the passing of a year more or less. It’s kind of loose – they keep track of what season they were born in. Bowman Leafwing, for example, is a winter birth, while Rischa Songbird is a spring birth. So, when winter rolls around Bowman ages up one year and gets all the congratulations. His aunt might make him something nice if he’s been keeping out of trouble (or at least trying).
For general celebrations involving more of the community, they’ll tend to gather in the clearing within their clearing (a circular clearing, it is their literal fairy ring). They’ll have singing and drums and dancing, usually, and just have fun out there until it’s time to get some rest. Festivals like this tend to happen more spontaneously; they don’t do the same one every year at the same time, but rather when something noteworthy happens, they have a party and then the next day someone has to ink the story in the Archives.
By the time the Impala came into sight between the trees ahead, the sun was warm overhead. Jacob had almost gotten used to the tiny weight on his shoulder, barely noticeable unless he paid attention. Sam was a much quieter passenger than Bowman. Even Rischa, when she landed on him, had more questions.
He paused several paces away from the huge, shining black car and ignored the faint clatter of weapons in the duffel bag. “Crap,” he muttered. “I’m gonna guess you don’t have a spare key hidden in your bag.”
I don’t think it’s rude at all! Headcanons are headcanons for a reason. @nightmares06 writes Dean as straight and Stan is in a relationship by the time they meet in Brothers Consulted, so they won’t end up a couple at all in our stories, but it’s perfectly fine to think up your own versions of the story as long as you don’t demand we make it canon.
I can’t wait to write about Stan and Nathan, though. Nate’s just the right amount of chill to go along with whatever shenanigans his secret agent brings home.
( Much thanks to ghostquack for the amazing art! )
Scar Wolfblind, Wellwood’s bravest protector, would never hesitate to combat any threat that came against his forest home. With his sword drawn and ready, and with a defiant stance, he will fight.
Bravery, however, is not a perfect shield. When the fight is intense, Scar tends to come away with more injuries than the other knights. On those days, his longtime friend Cerul Elanwyn is there to patch him up and offer what healing magic he can.
Scar is offended every time he’s told to rest, but despite his ferocity, Cerul isn’t even a little bit intimidated.
Sam stepped up onto Jacob’s hand, again testing his weight on the unfamiliar texture of the teenager’s palm. It was so different than Dean’s; much larger but also much softer, lacking the calluses formed by years of hunting and car repair, scars of battle covering the surface. Jacob had quite a few years to go before he caught up to Dean.
It was a hand that didn’t belong to Dean or Bobby. Sam had never willingly stepped into a stranger’s hand like this, and he didn’t count earlier with Bowman. His mind was focused on one thing that time, that his friend needed help. Now, it was all he could think about. For so long, he’d never trusted anyone else with his life in their hands. Often with good reason, considering his experiences.
There wasn’t much time to waste, so Sam didn’t linger on the palm. He was there just long enough to examine the surface with a critical eye, then darted over Jacob’s thick wrist and began to climb the muscular arm. Sam didn’t say a word until he reached Jacob’s shoulder, taking his place where he felt most comfortable. He squatted down and gripped the hoodie fabric for balance. “Ready!” he chirped.
LMAO. What a great clay Jacob. That’s way too little for someone to be, and you’ve gone and illustrated in in as close to real life as we can get. I love it. XD
A request from @neonthebright of her character Chase trying to climb Jacob’s sweatshirt, and getting pulled away. It goes along with a recent installment in her Lilliput story. ^^ Chase is startled, though he shouldn’t have been.
Chase and Jacob belong to @neonthebright, art belongs to me!
Brothers Apart 