In response to Jessica’s gif of Stan… mY BEAUTIFUL GAY BABY OMFG nightmare, moga you better keep this one safe or I swear. He’s almost as innocent as Jacob (tho none can compare in innocence to the adorable Oscar) and those are to remain protected™ (tho all of them are cheeky little bastards when they aren’t kids bUT THATS NOT THE POINT HERE) ;-; look what you’ve done to me

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@borrowedtimeandspace – Hiya! Stan is actually mine, but I can see how it’d be easy to get that mixed up given how often we poke artists like @mogadeer for visual representations of the boy. Her version is cute, and it’s hard to dispute how adorable the gif with the mousie is x3

ProtectStanProtectingMousies2kever 

@nightmares06– I have no idea what you’re talking about, keeping characters “safe.”

@neonthewrite – Not gonna lie, the gif of Stan with the mousie makes me think of Oscar a little bit too because he is an honorary mousie himself (part of where his innocent factor comes from, really). I agree, protect all these cuties 2kever (I say, while I plan the next Sad Oscar installment).

From what I know of Stan, there are so so many more reasons to love him besides the fact that he’s gay, and I think it’s important to remember that it doesn’t define him! Just like Jacob being asexual isn’t the reason he has fans too. 

Eclipse over Wellwood

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neonthewrite:

With the eclipse going on, I couldn’t help thinking about what the sprites of Wellwood might think if the sun turned black for a few minutes in the middle of the day. Since they don’t have much reason to know what orbits are, they definitely wouldn’t make the connection that it’s the moon getting in the way.

Wellwood was a heartbeat of nervous energy. Cerul stood on the balcony of the cottonwood tree after the last twitchy-winged, concerned mother had fluttered back to her home tree. At last it seemed the tide of endless questions (mostly the same one) had ended. The sky and the air itself took on a strange tint as the last of the black disk slid over the sun far above them.

He only hoped he’d given the right advice. By the currents of worry on the air, he wasn’t sure.

Keep reading

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September 13th excerpt:

“One giant walking in the woods makes a racket, but two is almost enough to chase even the clouds away,” Bowman groused, though there was a smirk in his eyes.

“We’ve already been over my ‘stalking’ skills, haven’t we?” Dean asked sternly, the glint in his eyes belying the serious tone he’d taken. He cracked the first grin he’d had that day, glad to see their old friend, hale and hearty despite the trials of the last few weeks. Sam and Dean had very few people they’d consider friends, and Bowman was one of the exceptions who knew and associated equally with both brothers. “Good to see ya, small fry.”

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For sure!

Being a science graduate myself, I’m familiar with the physics of such a size difference. What I like about writing, especially in a universe with a supernatural bent, is that we can take a lot of those rules and bend them.

Sam’s size alone would be difficult to maintain for such a long lifespan. They should have higher metabolisms, age quicker, eat a lot more for the energy needed for this. Falling would do less damage, it’s like when you drop an elephant, it splats, when you drop a mouse, it bounces. (ffs who comes up with these experiment ideas; protect the elephants)

Especially in the extra tiny Jacob AU we do step back from those rules. He won’t have to worry about the water sticking to him that much. Sam can hurt his wrist when he falls just like Dean can, and they can (mostly) communicate normally.

(Jacob has some issues talking to Dean in the horror story, as we’ll soon see. He is too smol even with our lenient rules.)

We did have a previous ask come in about this like a year ago, so if you want to read some more into our thoughts, check it out here!

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September 12th excerpt:

Jacob trudged towards one of the worn, rusty gates in the metallic wall, glad the fence existed. It kept the sprites just a little safer from humans, tucked away so far that they hardly noticed the world outside the forest.

He wanted to do what he could to keep that peaceful simplicity intact.

“It isn’t much farther,” he muttered, leading the way through the gate for Sam and Dean. The words were as much for himself as for the brothers; the pressure in the air from Dean’s looks was all but tangible. He half expected to find holes burned right into his jacket when the trip was all over. He hadn’t gotten off to a good start with the guy.

Sneak Peek

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Since the story name was guessed while the excerpts were still posting, here’s a special sneak peek of Far From Home!

The car came to a halt, and the engine cut out. High heels clicked their way around the car, and once more the door opened. This time, there were two voices instead of just the one.

“What were you thinking? The ritual has to be tonight. We can’t risk it just because you got nervous, Cee.”

The next person to talk had the voice of the secretary that had helped Dean. “I was thinking that this is a hunter, and we can’t risk having him on the loose.” Unlike earlier on in the day when she’d fawned over Dean, her voice was confident and assured. “Or did you forget the last hunter that happened to come across our coven, Dee?”

Dean’s body shifted, and then was lifted up by the two women. The cadence of walking was much different, and Jacob found himself lying on top of Dean like they were watching TV in the motel room, swinging from side to side.

“Besides,” Cee’s voice went on, “three blood sacrifices are needed for the blood moon, right? This is kismet, not bad luck. Unlike the children, no one’s going to miss one little hunter, all on his own.”

Then Dean was dropped to the ground and propped up, and the faint rustling sound of a rope being tied was all that could be heard as the man was secured.

Jacob kept a hand over his mouth while the two women worked. Part of him knew there was no way they’d hear his rapid breathing or pounding heart, and yet every second he worried he’d see a hand diving into the pocket after him with well-manicured nails ready to snatch him up. Thankfully, the hand never came, and he was left in the pocket as the final knot was pulled tight.

He heard a weak whimper from close to Dean, and his heart fluttered. It sounded like another woman, this one much younger than the others. Missing kids, the distracted thought flashed across Jacob’s mind to join the flurry of his other thoughts. Footsteps faded away with talk of more preparations for the sacrifice, but Jacob’s attention turned inward.

Blood moon. Sacrifice. Kismet? They had arrived in the nick of time. 

The only problem was Dean was captured, and most of his weapons waited back at the motel.

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September 11th excerpt:

For a short moment, Jacob didn’t realize the small voice was directed at him. The brothers had their own rapport, but he was still an outsider among them. He glanced away from the view out the window to find a tiny expectant look aimed his way, and his eyebrows went up.