A place for things

I used to use Google docs, but the white mode only was really annoying me (tires my eyes), so I swapped to Ellipsus (which I genuinely love and recommend), but it was bothering me a bit that I need wifi in order to use it, so now I switched to LibreOffice Writer, which I do like.

It very much has a Microsoft Word feel, but is open source and you need no accounts to use it. It's local on your device, so no AI can scan it, and no wifi is needed.

Would anyone be interested in a really informal Midam event for Michaelmas/Adam's birthday?

Right now I'm thinking maybe just a week of prompts for art and fics, ending on 9/29.

Coming to you on August 28

Improvised Violence

Written by @xev3n with art by @adromelke & @banshee1013

Rating: Explicit 

Word count: 20629

Characters: Castiel, Dean Winchester 

Ships: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Tags: Graphic depictions of violence, Alternate Universe - Superheroes, Deadpool and Wolverine Vibes, Comedy, Enemies to Lovers, Retired Hero Castiel, Golden Retriever Dean Winchester, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester Has A Castiel Kink, Minor Character Death (past, Jack)

Summary: 

Castiel is done. Retired, burned out, perfectly content to rot in his rundown house with bad TV and cold takeout, and he wants nothing to do with the hero life anymore. Especially not with some loud, ridiculously pretty, golden retriever idiot who literally breaks through his window and refuses to leave.

Dean Winchester has other plans. One job, he says. Just one, then he’ll disappear. Except Dean doesn’t disappear. He drags Cas back into the field, flirts like it’s an Olympic sport, somehow makes Cas’ miserable life feel a little less empty, and ‘one job’ slowly starts seeming a lot more like teamwork, before eventually becoming something that feels dangerously like family.

Excerpt: He penned in another number. 4 in the centre column. The grid was almost done, which pulled the tiniest twitches to the corner of his lips.

There was a sudden loud smash as glass and splintered wood sprayed across the room like shrapnel from a cheap fireworks show. Something dark and cylindrical punched through the wreckage and embedded itself deep in the couch cushion, inches from Cas’ thigh. It blinked, a small red light pulsing once, then flashing, then began a rapid, high pitched beep.

Castiel stared at it for half a second with his pen still hovering over the Sudoku grid.

Fuck sake.

He launched himself toward the hallway door as the beeping accelerated into a frantic whine, and he made it about three steps before the device detonated with a concussive whump. The blast lifted him off his feet and hurled him through the flimsy hallway door like a ragdoll. Wood cracked and splintered around him, and he hit the opposite wall hard enough to dent a hole in the drywall before sliding down in a shower of dust and debris.

His back throbbed faintly, the healing factor (lazy bastard that it was after years of overuse) had barely started knitting the worst of it when a silver flash cut through the air. Cas jerked his head aside and a dagger thunked into the wall where his eye had been a moment earlier.

At the far end of the hallway stood a figure in a red suit and mask, outlined against the ruined living room. The intruder gave a cheerful little wave, gloved fingers wiggling like this was a social call.

“Evenin’, partner,” the masked man called out in a warm and bright voice. “Hope I didn’t interrupt anythin’ important.”

“Hey, I can top!”

“I mean.. you could try”

Now this, this is the first thing I drew between February and May....influenced by A LOT of Anime openings lol

I wasn't planning on taking in to Purcon, much less have it signed by Misha, but I was taking my sketchbook with me anyway and this was in there so I decided why not have him sign it

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Castiel & Dean Winchester, Lisa Braeden/Dean Winchester Characters: Dean Winchester, Lisa Braeden, Castiel (Supernatural), Many Canon Character Cameos

Additional Tags: Left at the Altar, Castiel Loves Dean Winchester, Implied future Castiel/Dean

Summary: Dean and Lisa are getting married and Castiel throws Dean a stag party. All the best, favorite things for his best friend. The wedding doesn't go as planned and Castiel makes an unexpected confession.

Excerpt:

Castiel reached out and squeezed Dean’s hand with a grin before letting go and folding his hands in front of him. Dean grinned back and waved at the guests before settling in position. After waiting for a couple minutes, Dean started to fidget and the guests were looking around, confused and waiting for the procession to begin. Sam stood and, as inconspicuous as a moose in a post office, walked to the back and poked his head out to the lobby. Then he fully slipped through the door and it shut behind him. Dean’s face lit up when the door reopened, slightly confused when Sam slowly re-entered the room and walked up the aisle looking … embarrassed? Angry? Annoyed? Castiel couldn’t figure it out. Castiel stepped down to meet Sam at the bottom of the steps. “What’s going on?” Castiel whispered. “Is everyone ok?” “There’s no one out there,” Sam frantically whispered back. “This was stuck to the door though.” Sam handed Castiel an envelope with Dean’s name on it … in Lisa’s writing. Castiel’s seen it enough on cards and little post-it notes on the fridge. His heart dropped as he took it and looked up at Dean, who still somehow looked optimistic. He stepped closer to Dean and handed him the envelope. Dean looked at it, turning it over in his hands as his face went from optimistic to resigned. Dean let out a sigh that spoke volumes before huffing a sarcastic chuckle.

BEFORE & AFTER GIF CHALLENGE

SEBASTIAN STAN as NICK FOWLER

Fat Horse No. 20

It’s the year of the horse and I’ve always been a horse girl at heart, so I’m finally taking advantage of the excuse to fill the world with fat little horses! These felted friends are about the size (and shape!) of an apple, and if you happen to have any apples to share I’m sure they’d help you out! You know I had to make a pigeon once I decided to do a pegasus. The chest features Angelina sparkle fiber for that flash of iridescence!

Filiori Commission for the lovely Slushpuff on X!

Fili doing silly poses for Ori to sketch

Coming to you on August 26 

Controlling the Narrative

Written by FriendofCarlotta (@friendofcarlotta) with art by twinone (@twinone1221)

Rating: Explicit 

Word count: 23426

Characters: Dean, Castiel, Emma, Kelly, Jack, John, Sam, Charlie, Anael 

Ships: Past Dean/Lydia, past Cas/Meg 

Tags: No archive warnings apply, Modern AU, Secret Relationship, Kid Fic, Non-Binary Character (Emma), Queer Themes 

Summary: 

Mayor Castiel Novak is running for reelection. As such, it's slightly awkward that he's in love with Dean Winchester, his opponent's son. Things become even more awkward when a photograph showing the two of them in an intimate moment is leaked to the press.

But wait, it gets worse: Dean discovers that his father's campaign leaked the pictures in the first place. Now, Dean and Castiel must decide if they're ready to own their relationship, no matter the effects on Castiel's political future.

Excerpt: “Fucking Crowley,” Castiel mutters to himself as he thumbs back to his recent calls and hits the dial button. “Stupid fucking Crowley and his fucking money and his fucking suits—”

Laughter sounds over the line as soon as the call connects, and Castiel instantly feels better at the sound of it. “You alright there, sweetheart? Gotta be something bad, to have you swearing this much.”

“Yes, it’s bad,” he says. “Awful. Horrible. Devastating. I won’t be able to see you on Thursday.”

“Aw, fuck.”

“My point exactly.” Castiel gestures expansively at the general situation, though there is no one here to see. Perhaps he should reconsider his stance on video calls, if only where Dean is concerned.

“What’s the conflict?” Dean asks.

“Well, two things, as it turns out. I’m meant to be going to the ribbon-cutting for a new community center, and then I’ll need to leave for a fucking fundraiser at Fergus fucking Crowley’s house.”

“Ugh, he’s the worst,” Dean says, and this is the kind of thing that has Castiel increasingly convinced that Dean is the love of his life. “Important donor though, unfortunately.”

“Not as important to me as you,” Castiel says, almost desperate to get this point across, because even five months into this whatever-they’re-doing-together, he can’t quite believe someone as gorgeous and smart and generally wonderful as Dean is willing to put up with him.

“I know, sweetheart,” Dean says, soft and quiet, and Castiel wishes Dean were here with him, sitting in the passenger seat, steady eyes fixed on him and their hands linked together. “You’re a busy man, Mr. Mayor. I knew that going in.”

I love you. The words sit on Castiel’s tongue all the time these days. They have become a permanent part of the landscape of his mouth. He should be charging them rent, or perhaps adjusting the zoning code in the general vicinity of—