@nightmares06:

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.

@neonthewrite:

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.

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Mallory commissioned from the wonderful aibyou

nightmares06:

callowyn:

scrapedknees:

au where dean died hunting by himself and sam inherits the impala except it’s the anchor to dean’s ghost and sam can’t make himself burn the thing down so he’s stuck with his jerk ghost of a brother

and sam keeps getting older and dean stays 26 and stays 26 and then one day sam looks up and is like “dude. I’m OLDER than you now”

and dean’s like “whatever old man I’m still the hot one” but sam is like wow, wow, dean, I AM THE OLDER BROTHER

and dean is like YOU ARE NOT, TAKE THAT BACK, and he’s joking (or at least sam thinks he meant to be joking) but four years is a long time for a ghost and the words make the impala jump and twitch under sam’s hands like they’re about to send him off the road

and sam slams on the brakes and dean is like shit sorry sorry sorry sam I’m sorry I didn’t mean it sammy

sam pulls over and it’s just to clear his head, it’s just to avoid being a road hazard, but the doors lock when he reaches for the handle

dean hasn’t done this before

and part of sam is worried about his brother but more than he’d like is thinking salt gun in the back of my jeans and god this would be easier if dean would stop flickering like that because now his face looks wrong and not like sam remembers

but dean pulls himself together and apologizes some more and sam is like “it’s okay, dean” and “I’m not gonna leave you”

and doesn’t bring up how the doors are still locked.

This broke my heart and I just had to write a story for it!

Don’t You Cry No More

It’s been a few weeks since I cried while writing, I guess I was due for a good one.

Sorrynotsorry

All inspiration from @scrapedknees and @callowyn

June 4th excerpt:

“Okay,” Jacob spoke softly, already adopting a mindset towards being as quiet as he could. “What should the plan be once they point out the right trailer?” he asked, glancing in the mirror to meet Sam’s gaze before looking down at his pocket. He brushed his fingertips just barely over the small form slumped within. “Got a plan?”

Lulled to a half-sleep inside the pocket interior, Dean gave a slight jolt when huge fingers brushed against his side. The voice rumbled overhead, reminding him where he was just then. Not at home, safely hidden away in the walls. Their friend was lost and in trouble, and they needed to find him.

With wobbly knees, Dean stood with one hand against each side of the pocket to stay standing. The thick threads made it easy to hang on and hold himself up, and he shoved the pocket flap out of his way to see where they were.

Well, in gt there always seem to be ideas involving vore or at the very least, mouthplay. For myself, the original idea to have it in the Comeback Kid wasn’t my idea, it was actually my writing partner’s.

For me, vore is touch and go. When I was a kid, if there was a show on that involved vore of any kind, even something silly and dorky like Donald Duck’s three nephews shrinking down to get a bad guy out of their uncle, I’d be terrified for days afterwards. It bordered phobia for me. Nowadays, I’m much better around it, and don’t mind the occasional vore fic, but I should warn ya. When I write, I like my writing to border realism, so if there’s vore, it’s not going to be safe vore.

June 3rd excerpt:

The unexpected voice cut directly through the thunderstorm in Dean’s dreams. It drove him awake rapidly, the instincts of a hunter combining with the instincts he’d gained after so many years living cursed.

So he startled awake.

Dean sat bolt upright, pushing himself away from the intruders on the table.

I have a feeling those little guys would end up with pie, but they’d get out of the room as fast as possible regardless. It’s dangerous to be around any humans, and they might seem friendly, but it’s better to be safe than sorry.

None of that would stop Dean from coming back to their room later on and demanding an explanation for all of it. How do they know about little people like him? Do they plan on trying to find anyone else in the motel?

He’d want to make sure the others at the motel weren’t in any danger before letting his guard down.

You can count canon Jacob in with the friendly humans too. Bowman has bopped those lessons into his head many times. We’ll just have to see if Sam and Dean do the same with Jacob the drifter.

June 2nd excerpt:

Sam grabbed onto Dean’s wrist. “It’s not working, is it?” he demanded in a hush out of habit. When Dean didn’t respond, he yanked the hand away. His eyes blew wide. “Dean!”

Dean’s brow was furrowed in pain instead of concentration, and a trail of blood ran down his face from his nose. Sam grabbed onto his shoulders and shook him to break his concentration.

Blinking his eyes open, Dean groaned, slumping into Sam’s arms. Both brothers fell to their knees in Jacob’s hand when Dean sent them both off balance. “If you think it’s so easy, you do it! I don’t see a handbook lying around that’s all about how our Wonder Twin powers activate!”