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- Under 100 word request ficlets. Give me a fandom (that I write), a character or pairing (that I write) and a descriptive word or an ordinary domestic task.
- I know there are a lot of people anticipating and invested in the robot!Dean story that I am working on and I'm tempted to open it up since it's technically a request fic since so many of you asked for a followup so nicely. Keep in mind that this is a story from Dean's POV and a quest for the elusive Supernatural brand of blue fairy but I'm also doing some flashbacks etc. What would you like to see in the story? (Please remember my brain is a strange place and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
deirdre_c's story that thing that's golden eventuated from her asking for the boys doing something domestic like vacuuming so you never know what you're going to get).
- I haven't seen my![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
spn_summergen request yet. My first story has been posted but my pitch-hit hasn't as yet. Just watching the community. If anyone *has* seen my request come up and I missed it like a dufuss please let me know.
- Now purely for fun - have a teeny tiny Doll!Castiel fic.
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"Dude, that’s not even funny. Where the hell did you get that thing anyway?” Dean asked on a Tuesday morning when he woke up to a very realistic-looking Castiel doll sitting on the bedside table, propped up against a lamp.
“What thing?” the doll asked and Dean fell out of bed.
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"I don't see why you find this amusing," Castiel grouches, pacing the small round table next to the kitchenette. His tiny trenchcoat swishes with his movement and Dean could swear his unruly yarn hair is blowing in an invisible breeze.
"Believe me, I'm just glad it's not me this time," Dean says, trying to get his chuckling under control.
Right at that moment, Sam bursts into the room. He sees Dean, sees the doll version of Castiel and lets out a relieved-sounding breath. "Thank christ, she was blaming me for this," Sam says, indicating his breast pocket. Dean hadn't noticed when Sam first entered that there's something tucked into the pocket like a handkerchief.
It looks a lot like a small female doll with long black yarn hair and a really pissed-off expression.
- I know there are a lot of people anticipating and invested in the robot!Dean story that I am working on and I'm tempted to open it up since it's technically a request fic since so many of you asked for a followup so nicely. Keep in mind that this is a story from Dean's POV and a quest for the elusive Supernatural brand of blue fairy but I'm also doing some flashbacks etc. What would you like to see in the story? (Please remember my brain is a strange place and
deirdre_c's story that thing that's golden eventuated from her asking for the boys doing something domestic like vacuuming so you never know what you're going to get). - I haven't seen my
spn_summergen request yet. My first story has been posted but my pitch-hit hasn't as yet. Just watching the community. If anyone *has* seen my request come up and I missed it like a dufuss please let me know.- Now purely for fun - have a teeny tiny Doll!Castiel fic.
"Dude, that’s not even funny. Where the hell did you get that thing anyway?” Dean asked on a Tuesday morning when he woke up to a very realistic-looking Castiel doll sitting on the bedside table, propped up against a lamp.
“What thing?” the doll asked and Dean fell out of bed.
"I don't see why you find this amusing," Castiel grouches, pacing the small round table next to the kitchenette. His tiny trenchcoat swishes with his movement and Dean could swear his unruly yarn hair is blowing in an invisible breeze.
"Believe me, I'm just glad it's not me this time," Dean says, trying to get his chuckling under control.
Right at that moment, Sam bursts into the room. He sees Dean, sees the doll version of Castiel and lets out a relieved-sounding breath. "Thank christ, she was blaming me for this," Sam says, indicating his breast pocket. Dean hadn't noticed when Sam first entered that there's something tucked into the pocket like a handkerchief.
It looks a lot like a small female doll with long black yarn hair and a really pissed-off expression.
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SGA/SG1. Lorne/Novak. Changing sheets/making the bed
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"Did what?" Lorne asks, looking up from his sprawl on her half-made bed. The fitted sheet was on and Lindsay had been busily tucking the edges of the topsheet into the corners when Lorne had launched himself from the doorway.
"Help," Lindsay snorts, making quotes with her fingers when she says it.
"Why bother?" Lorne asks, rolling over and taking the top sheet with him so the two corners Lindsay had managed to complete untuck and he's rolled himself in it like a burrito. "It's just going to get messed up again."
"Have you got your boots on?" Lindsay suddenly almost-screeches and Lorne winces, yanking the sheet over his head.
He'd forgotten about that.
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