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spn_j2_bigbang. I have some ideas and some thoughts and hopefully some thoughts that will turn into ideas. I've got a longish story idea already partially worked out and this may just be the forum for it.
I joined in on the Porn Battle V and actually wrote Noel/Ben Felicity fic here.
A little project for myself while I have a week's holiday is to update my master lists because they are not current (eep!) and also maybe think about tagging everything properly...
I am writing Dragon Bob!fic. I ofcourse sat down at my computer meaning to write the day off ficlets and failed... (they will be done at some point, yis!).
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“Maybe can you…” Sam took a deep breath and grimaced. “Can you pick him up?”
“What? Why?” Dean demanded, looking appalled at the idea. Sam was tempted to tell Dean that when he couldn’t see him, Bob was usually draped across Dean’s shoulders or curled around one of his arms at all times. He didn’t want to freak Dean out worse.
“Just do it. I want to see something,” Sam wheedled. He had convinced Dean to taste sour milk, a sandwich with a healthy dose of mould on it and a common garden snail with that voice and that argument and wasn’t really surprised to see Dean sigh and cross the room back to the small dragon and lean over to scoop him up.
There was a noise like old wood cracking and Dean jerked backwards, arms clamped around his torso like he’d received a bad shock. Bob had rolled out of the pile of clothes and Sam saw his tail disappear under the nearest bed. He was making a high-pitched wail that sounded so much like a child crying that Sam wanted to clamp his hands over his ears.
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spn_j2_bigbang. I have some ideas and some thoughts and hopefully some thoughts that will turn into ideas. I've got a longish story idea already partially worked out and this may just be the forum for it. I joined in on the Porn Battle V and actually wrote Noel/Ben Felicity fic here.
A little project for myself while I have a week's holiday is to update my master lists because they are not current (eep!) and also maybe think about tagging everything properly...
I am writing Dragon Bob!fic. I ofcourse sat down at my computer meaning to write the day off ficlets and failed... (they will be done at some point, yis!).
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“Maybe can you…” Sam took a deep breath and grimaced. “Can you pick him up?”
“What? Why?” Dean demanded, looking appalled at the idea. Sam was tempted to tell Dean that when he couldn’t see him, Bob was usually draped across Dean’s shoulders or curled around one of his arms at all times. He didn’t want to freak Dean out worse.
“Just do it. I want to see something,” Sam wheedled. He had convinced Dean to taste sour milk, a sandwich with a healthy dose of mould on it and a common garden snail with that voice and that argument and wasn’t really surprised to see Dean sigh and cross the room back to the small dragon and lean over to scoop him up.
There was a noise like old wood cracking and Dean jerked backwards, arms clamped around his torso like he’d received a bad shock. Bob had rolled out of the pile of clothes and Sam saw his tail disappear under the nearest bed. He was making a high-pitched wail that sounded so much like a child crying that Sam wanted to clamp his hands over his ears.
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