I don’t know what’s going on with this😂 I guess I lied about posting less, apparently drawing them actually helps when I’m sad ;D
Tag: crossover
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It would be entertaining for sure, considering Dean’s probably going to want to kill everything at first while Sam wants to befriend them all! If anyone ever wants to write it, feel more than free. My personal experience with Undertale extends to what I’ve seen on my dash, I’ve never experienced the game myself.
It is, the poor brothers!
For anyone that missed it, during the original guessing game for the AU and a few of the excerpts, in Brothers Consulted, Sam and Dean did not escape from Celeste. John never found her, Walt never rescued them. The brothers woke up together in a hexbag a week later.
Taking the first chance he gets, Dean cuts them free and they scale down the nightstand she left the bag on, getting away. Problem is, they’re still thinking like humans, so they go looking for help. And the people they find don’t help them find their father like they’d hoped.
Captured just like the others littles in Taken, Sam and Dean are shipped off to England (Much like Mina Chandler would have done with Bree, Mikael and Christian if given the chance). Once there, Dean contrives an escape using a paperclip left near their cage, getting himself and his little brother out of there. They aren’t about to make the same mistake twice, and are found huddled together by an older couple, standing the same size as Sam and Dean. They take the two children in, sheltering them until the brothers decide to move out.
And of course, they pick 221B Baker Street to move into.
We’re so glad to see you so interested in our stories!
For all stories written and edited, when we are in the last week of our current story posting ( Family Ties ), there will be a poll put up. It will list the titles of the stories ( not their AU names), and gives us a fun way to fairly randomize what posts next. The horror story with Jacob is the third story in the Brothers Found verse, so we won’t see that on the poll just yet, and Brothers Consulted is currently in progress of being written.
Fear not, they will be posted in the future!
Story excerpts for Brothers Consulted starting soon.
Sneak Peek of Brothers Consulted!
Saving people, solving crimes
The flatmate business
( Sam and Dean by @nightmares06, Sherlock and John by @borrowedtimeandspace )
“John,” Sherlock greeted, sparing a glance in his flatmate’s direction. That split second was more than enough for Sherlock to register the confusion, utter shock and disbelief fighting for attention on the doctor’s face as he stared.
At the sound of the second human coming into the room, Dean backed himself against the far wall of the jar. He pulled out his hook, wielding it as a backup weapon and knowing it wouldn’t do much if he needed to defend himself. That didn’t matter; if he was going down, he was going down fighting. There was no way to know how this human would react. The first one’s reaction was bad enough.
Sam could feel the weight of the gaze on him double in intensity, and he tried to make himself seem smaller. He put his hand on his own weapon, using the feeling of the hilt in his hand as an anchor. If they tried anything, he could defend himself. It didn’t matter if it was useless, it was better than being trapped in a beaker or a jar.
Dean jabbed his hook in Sherlock’s direction. “Just because we’re trapped like rejects from Land of the Giants doesn’t mean we’ll answer your questions like good little captives,” he growled, refusing to show any weakness in front of the new giant. “Now let my brother go.”
John blinked hard, trying to force the hallucination out of his sight. It had to be that, or Sherlock drugged his tea again… But no. One of the little figures spoke quite harshly to Sherlock. At the mention of a brother, John’s eyes darted to the large beaker. He’d almost missed the other person entirely, curled as he was into a ball of stress and fear.
“Oh God,” he breathed. These were people. Much smaller than average, but people all the same.
He walked numbly forward, a million questions flying around his head at once. The more pressing one stuck out just as he came to stand next to the seated detective.
“Sherlock, what have you done?” he demanded, his attention split between his sociopathic friend and his captives.
Artwork by the ever-wonderful @lamthetwickster!
It is definitely a crossover with a different, preexisting canon! In fact, though it is not @borrowedtimeandspace‘s special, she has actually written these characters before on her blog, and that served as the inspiration to start this new story.
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This is indeed an option, and the fact that they’re on two separate continents will not deter the idea! There’s ways to get them all together that fit into the already-existing BA lore.
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They would probably get a kick out of that! They do the same thing a lot when they’re working with victims (or the Ghostfacers), correcting mistakes and lore that went wrong. Those stunts can get pretty wild, so hopefully they don’t try anything too crazy.
Calling John Bohnam (1 of 5)
A short story of Brothers Apart
(It’s been a long time since the last BA update, and we miss them as much as you do! So enjoy this short update from the series from when Jacob discovered exactly what, and who, he missed during the events of A Lich of Sense!)
Jacob Andris sat in what the wood sprites of Wellwood had dubbed “his” clearing. He’d been back to visit as many times as he could manage since he first wandered deep into the forest with his friends and discovered that an entire village of tiny little winged beings lived out there. They remained so isolated from the world that they barely knew humans existed before Jacob and his friends, Bobby and Chase, showed up.
Now, in an autumn a little over a year after he first met Bowman Leafwing, Jacob was back again, watching his small friend wheel about in the air. Bowman’s vibrant green wings contrasted with the trees around them, which were showing their reds and oranges with the turning of the seasons. Soon they would drop to the ground, and winter would be upon the woods.
Bowman was agitated over a long story he’d spent the last several minutes recounting. Jacob knew better than to interrupt even the more outrageous claims from the sprite, so he simply watched, nodding when appropriate. Some parts had the sprite so riled that he nearly derailed his train of thought to grouse about them.
More than once, Jacob had to wonder if there was some kind of special mushroom out in the woods here that might have inspired Bowman’s imaginative tale.
At the same time, a lot of it seemed so plausible. Especially the part about a human catching Bowman and taking him out of the forest. Jacob had to prompt Bowman to move on from describing the many corners found in a human dwelling as the sprite was driven to distraction by the foreign thought.
Bowman’s story also included zombies, of all things. Zombie wolves, raised by a zombie magic user of some kind, that was there to claim sprites for some purpose of which the mere memory made Bowman shudder. If it all really happened, Jacob was loathe to think about the fact that he hadn’t been around to help. His best friend might have faced something straight out of an intense nightmare and he was alone for it.
“So,” Jacob finally interjected when Bowman’s story was winding down, “this Dean guy. After he brought you back to the woods and fought the … life-sick things, he’s an ally now? Him and his sprite-sized brother Sam?” It was one of the more intriguing parts of the story, the possibility of a human who stood the same height as Bowman paired up with a man who fought zombie wolves without flinching.
Bowman flew in a tight spiral, diving downwards so he could stop to hover at Jacob’s eye level. “Yes. He started out blasted rude, grabbing me and keeping me in a pocket. Which, by the way, if you ever try that, I will kick you in the face.”
Jacob held up his hands in surrender. “Wouldn’t dream of it,” he assured the sprite.
Bowman nodded in approval, but he still seemed cynical of something. “You don’t believe me, do you?” he said, narrowing his eyes at Jacob’s face.
Jacob offered him a sheepish grin. “I … well, it’s just pretty out there, is all,” he admitted.
Bowman rolled his eyes. “You always said no one knows the sprites exist, but here I am. Existing.”
“Okay, yeah, but zombies, Bowman?” Jacob shot back, trying to hold back a smirk. At this point, Bowman would be riled up either way. He might as well get some entertainment out of it.
Bowman pointed at him. “They called them that, too,” he insisted. “Zom-bees.” Jacob gave him a skeptical look, and Bowman scowled. “Whatever!” He flew in a wide circle around Jacob’s head, wings rustling. “Do you believe me or not?!” he asked.
“Okay, okay, say I believe something happened,” Jacob conceded. “Did those guys say they’d come back?”
Bowman stopped with a faint rustle of his wings as they shifted to hover. “No, they had to go fight more monsters,” he answered. To Jacob’s continued disbelieving look, Bowman frowned and added hastily “But they left a piece of paper with numbers on it and said I could use it to contact them if we needed help ever again!”
With that announcement, Bowman darted out of the clearing, determination carrying him off like a shot. Jacob flinched from the sudden exit, and then relaxed again. He was intrigued by the promise of solid proof, so he waited.
XD Jacob has good reason to be paranoid here, at least. They are but small grains of rice to him. He’ll have to watch out when he talks. Little guys like that can’t take a lot of volume from someone his size! Plus on the other hand, Jacob might not hear them if they say something to him (Bowman would be pissed if he couldn’t scold Jacob).
Regular Sam at least has a bit of experience climbing sharp cliffs, like elevator shafts, though the smol versions of him take it to a whole new level! He’d be fascinated to see one of him climb himself, especially since he knows he’s a tall guy.
The folds would be pretty intricately detailed. A normal smol could easily fit their fingers through the holes of most fabrics (especially the flannel that the Winchesters wear), so someone that’s that much smaller might be able to stick their entire arm in. @.@ That’s a lot of fabric.
Brothers Apart 