May 30th excerpt:
Dean froze when he heard a scuff, then a distant door creaking open. “Jacob wouldn’t come up here unless it was an emergency,” he said knowingly, a dark tone in his voice. The sound of someone saying Dude! drifted to the tiny people in the room, and it wasn’t Jacob’s voice.
I’ve got a few other blogs I follow, both Supernatural and gt or both! I don’t think any of them are exactly like mine, but they are enjoyable. (If I could draw my blog might be different, lol)
For blogs where you can find both Supernatural and gt, I recommend @ask-tinycas and @ask-tinysam. Both have some wonderful artwork on their sites, if you look back in time. Due to real life obligations, they tend to be slower blogs, but I know whenever I see a post from either, I get excited! (the tiny Cas blog is Destiel oriented, for any non-shippers, but it is absolutely adorable, so don’t let that put you off from some great artwork and storytelling)
For just gt, check out @borrowedtimeandspace! There’s a good deal of fun Doctor Who gt going on over there. @neonthewrite is another fun gt-oriented blog, and you’ll find prompts that feature characters you’ll recognize from my stories – namely, Jacob, Bowman, Oscar and the gang! And you can send in prompts of your own. Another similar blog, @alittleblogoftrust is also great for gt fun from one of our wonderful editors @creatorofuniverses, along with @neonthebright herself!
For just Supernatural, I highly recommend @asksamstuff. The blog has a ton of great story and artwork on it, and the girl that runs it did the amazing picture of Ilyana and Sam for me!
May 26th excerpt:
While Dean was casually strolling across the floor of Jacob’s room, Sam dashed past him. Instead of pausing in the hand, he darted across it. Catching a hand in the thick fabric of Jacob’s shirt, Sam scaled up the thick, muscular arm. The threads formed handholds that his tiny fingers wound their way into by second nature. He could feel the muscles behind the fabric tense in Jacob’s surprise, but the human had learned not to flinch even when they caught him off guard.
In short order, Sam was perched up on Jacob’s shoulder, peering down at Dean with a completely innocent look. “What? You said just like every day!”
Dean gave a huff, stalking the last few inches onto Jacob’s hand. “That’s not what I meant and you know it!” he snipped, jabbing a finger in Sam’s direction.
May 25th excerpt:
Dean shook his head. “Sure, we’re stronger,” he agreed. “But our adopted mom, Mallory, wasn’t close to as strong as us or Walt.” He hovered a hand close to his chest, indicating her height. “She didn’t have as much luck as us or Walt when she got out of the house to get supplies, but she did manage to throw it up.”
Jacob stared for a second longer at the height Dean had indicated. Their adoptive mother was absolutely tiny. Sam and Dean were already small, but this woman couldn’t be much more than three inches by Dean’s measure.
He tried to think about what he knew of the family they had back at that motel. He hadn’t heard much about them at all, and with a small shred of guilt Jacob understood why. They’d be protective of them; Sam and Dean were just like that.
The pie that led Dean there in the first place vanished into the depths of the mini-fridge, forever out of reach for anyone his size. The way the fridge was designed with the airtight seal rendered it beyond their ability to open. If they could ever find a way to get in, getting to the food itself would be child’s play. The hooks they used for climbing would catch on the shelves and railings of the fridge without a problem. Dean’s bag was bigger than Sam’s, and he used every bit of that space when they were out searching for supplies. If he could fill it with food that he knew went to waste in the motel’s mini refrigerators …
Dean stared back up at the human’s words, his face clouded. The entire reason he was in the room was now out of reach, and he realized it always had been. He’d put both himself and Sam at risk for it. The only shining light was Sam evading capture. If their roles were reversed, he’d never forgive himself.
As he always did, Dean put his trademark snark to good use building a wall around his emotions. “If you didn’t go causing earthquakes with your big stomping feet, I wouldn’t have to be a ninja,” he griped up at Jacob, letting years and years worth of resentment shine through in his tone with a convenient target for it in sight. His voice bounced back at him from the glass, only fueling his frustration. “You left the pie out, that made it fair game.”
“Is that so,” Jacob answered through a chuckle that he poorly concealed. It was very difficult for him not to find that teeny tiny glare and endless sass entertaining. Whoever this guy was, whatever he was, he was funny. Jacob really hoped they could come around to some kind of understanding soon.
Excerpt from The Road Not Taken
Artwork by @lamthetwickster
May 24th excerpt:
“Let’s save the Godzilla act for later. You don’t want to use up your best looming on us, right?”
Jacob shrugged slowly and pretended to think it over. “I guess you’re right,” he said after only a few seconds. “Don’t wanna cast a shadow on the training, here.”
Jacob lowered himself down to lie flat on his front. His arms, thicker than any of the others were tall, crossed and he rested his chin on them with a smile. “How’s that? Minimal looming and everything.”
May 23rd excerpt:
“You shake the fuckin’ ground, dude, holy shit.”
“He’s actually doing a lot better,” Sam chimed in loyaly. “You shoulda seen what it was like the first time we ran into him. Aside from all the grabbing and all that.”
“Just imagine seein’ that guy comin’ at you when you’re tryin’ to climb down from a table,” Dean grumbled to the side. “Snatched me right off my rope.” His hand absently brushed the hook dangling out of the duffel slung over his shoulders. A thick black thread from a sewing kit they’d found in an occupied room years back served as the climbing rope. “Godzilla, Jolly Green… whatever fits at the time.”
“Dean never gets tired of coming up with nicknames,” Sam snickered.
“C’mon,” Jacob muttered, getting his finger and thumb pinched on the flat of the blade. It was delicate work, he realized, seeing that tiny hand clenched around the handle with a certain white-knuckled desperation. Jacob didn’t want to break the little weapon or the hand holding it, but he didn’t want to get sliced up either. It had to go, at least until he could calm the tiny man down.
The man fought back against his motions with a growing desperation, but nothing could stop the knife from slowly being pulled free of his grip. Jacob could have sworn he could feel the small legs trying to push against the inside of his fist for leverage during the short tug-of-war. One that he would have won instantly if he wasn’t doing his best to not hurt the little guy. Those fingers were tiny.
Once he managed to wrestle the knife free, he immediately set it down next to the tiny leather duffel bag for safe keeping. He stared with a faint frown at the cut on his finger before looking back at the little guy in his fist with a bemused look. “Gotta admit, I didn’t see that coming. Where’d you even get a knife like that?” he asked.
“What’s it to you?” Dean griped, still doing his best to struggle free of the constricting fingers wrapped all the way around him. “I don’t think they come in your size, Sasquatch!” The last thing he was going to do was open up to his captor and go Oh, hey. I made that as a test run for a present I wanted to make my little brother. Silver blade and all.
Excerpt from The Road Not Taken.
Wonderful artwork by @rerak-sketchbook!
May 22nd excerpt:
Meanwhile, Sam was solely focused on his target. Jacob’s steps, though they were much closer than normal, didn’t register in his mind past the simple knowledge that Jacob was there.
That, and the way the floor quaked under Sam’s determined strides.
After so long spent with the teenager, neither Sam or Dean felt any fear towards him. They were a team, and he was an important part of it. Regardless of his size, Jacob was one of their extremely few friends, and could always be counted on.
All of this let Sam focus on his goal even as he ran across the center of the towering room. Normally, it would be the most dangerous place for Sam or Dean to travel. There was no cover, no places to hide. That far from the walls, a human could grab them up without a hope. Conversely, if the humans in the room didn’t spot them, they could be crushed underfoot.
May 21st excerpt:
Jacob reached his home and headed upstairs to his room right away. He closed his door behind him and stood in the middle of the floor, finally looking down at his pocket. “How’s things, guys?” he asked, lifting up the pocket flap to check on his passengers.
The open flap revealed the two brothers and their captive, all crammed into a pocket together. Sam remained in his own corner, merely a spectator to the scene.
When the huge voice rumbled out of the wall next to them, Sam glanced up and flashed Jacob a smile. One wouldn’t know
from his cheery disposition
that there was a guy held prisoner not an inch away.
Brothers Apart 