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I've written a whole thousand words for my big bang today which is better than... the zero I was maintaining so I count that a win. Also changing what I was going to write (not the whole idea but just the kind of timeline) may prove disastrous... we'll see.
I've also started SPN fic set in the Aliens verse because... I have no excuse.
My muse is also schlepping around, drinking beer and scratching itself and not doing much else for me if the above is anything to go by. Anyone want to give me some crossover prompts? I'll do a couple that take my fancy... I need to kick my muse in the butt.
I've also started SPN fic set in the Aliens verse because... I have no excuse.
“One male, around twenty years of age in stasis. No sign of contagion at all,” she reported, looking puzzled. “Unless he was the unhappy victim of a really elaborate prank, I have no idea what he’s doing out here.”
“You okay?” Hicks hissed at Dean and he hadn’t realized he’d gone rigid at the mention of a young man until Hicks elbowed him in the ribs.
“I’m fine,” Dean hissed back and he caught Hicks rolling his eyes out of the corner of his own.
“Don’t give me that shit, man,” Hicks snapped, a little louder. He was stepping out of the puddle of his suit that he’d wrenched off and he now crumpled it into a ball with jerky, annoyed movements. “You been actin’ strange ever since we dusted off.”
Dean and Hicks had been friends a long time and he knew he couldn’t bullshit forever. Dean sighed and leaned close to Hicks so no one else would hear him. “My… brother was on LV-426,” he admitted and winced when Hicks’ face went neutral. He knew that Hicks only went blank when he was really furious.
My muse is also schlepping around, drinking beer and scratching itself and not doing much else for me if the above is anything to go by. Anyone want to give me some crossover prompts? I'll do a couple that take my fancy... I need to kick my muse in the butt.