On a happier note than my last entry:
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ramblin_rosieFic roundup!
Sufficiently Advanced Technology, a Tok'ra Apocalypse timestamp
Two comment-fics for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
comment_fic and three from the hoodie_time winter-themed comment-fic meme
From the same meme, The Fifth-Grade Grinch, for a time-travel prompt by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bellatemple
The Closer We Are to Danger, an SPN/SGA one-shot AU forspn_in_space
And a bit of hurt!Dean silliness, Ol' Diz
And have a meme, while I'm at it:
Post the first sentence (or three) from every WIP you're currently working on, even if it's very short. Then invite people to ask questions about your WIPs. With any luck, you'll get talking about writing, and the motivation to take that WIP one step closer to completion will appear as if by magic!
1.Sam berated himself as he raced the Impala through the darkened streets, Dean beside him doing his best to choke back the sobs of agony. EDIT: Just finished and posted this one here.
2. Dean was wavering. His life had been unnaturally spared once, and Tessa was making an awfully good argument for just letting go, letting Dad and Sam carry on the fight without him. Maybe... maybe it really was time.
3. “Dean!” cried Sam, and Dean’s gloating over the shootout flipped to all-out panic as he realized their time was almost up. He dove for the phoenix’s ashes, scooped up a bottleful... and nothing happened.
4. Samuel finishes testing and exorcising the last of the extended family, to Mark and Gwen’s relief, and heads back to his office to make a phone call. He’s been trying for days now to get in touch with Crowley and find out what the game is, why so many of his family members have been possessed. Granted, he knows what Crowley is and always has, but his only reason for working with the creep is his promise to bring Mary back as soon as he’s found Purgatory.
5. Dean waited in the shadows until Sam and Jess had left for their party before letting himself into their single-wide. He didn’t feel like ruining their evening, and besides, he’d driven all the way from New Orleans and didn’t think he could discuss this problem civilly with Sam until he’d had a nap and some coffee. He got both while they were gone and was at the kitchen table working on his second cup when they walked in.
“Yáát’ééh,” he said with a smirk as they stared at him.
6. Dean straightened to look Kavanaugh in the eye, and Radek could have sworn the temperature in the room dropped ten degrees.
Note: This probably won't be the first line of the fic or even of this scene; it's just the first one I have written.
7. Jim finished outlining the mission—taking down a cell of the American Nazi Corps that was amassing funds and terrorizing Effingham, Illinois—and looked around at the team to make sure everyone was following him so far. Willy, Barney, and Paris were nodding thoughtfully. Sam and Dean Winchester were giving him identical skeptical looks.
8. The occupants of the nearly-new black Chevy stared up at the imposing façade of the Red House in confusion, then looked at each other, then at their car. The winter silence was finally broken by an American baritone:
“... the hell?!”
“Dean.”
9. “No, you idiot, don’t touch anything! We don’t know what this place....”
A blinding flash filled the room. Even before his vision recovered, McKay could sense that something was wrong.
“... does.”
Note: Again, just the first part I have written.
10. Dean Winchester swore by all that was holy that he would kill this Trickster.
It wasn’t Gabriel—unfortunately—but for some reason it had decided to take a page out of Loki’s book and stick them back in TVLand with the same rules for reasons known only to itself. And apparently the creep’s cable lineup included some show about Air Force POWs in WWII because he and Sam had suddenly found themselves in front of a burning B-17 and surrounded by Germans.
11. Sometime in the last yén of the Sixth Age, Rúmil of Lothlórien developed the ridiculous habit of adopting pet mortals.
Sufficiently Advanced Technology, a Tok'ra Apocalypse timestamp
Two comment-fics for
comment_fic and three from the hoodie_time winter-themed comment-fic memeFrom the same meme, The Fifth-Grade Grinch, for a time-travel prompt by
bellatempleThe Closer We Are to Danger, an SPN/SGA one-shot AU for
spn_in_spaceAnd a bit of hurt!Dean silliness, Ol' Diz
And have a meme, while I'm at it:
Post the first sentence (or three) from every WIP you're currently working on, even if it's very short. Then invite people to ask questions about your WIPs. With any luck, you'll get talking about writing, and the motivation to take that WIP one step closer to completion will appear as if by magic!
1.
2. Dean was wavering. His life had been unnaturally spared once, and Tessa was making an awfully good argument for just letting go, letting Dad and Sam carry on the fight without him. Maybe... maybe it really was time.
3. “Dean!” cried Sam, and Dean’s gloating over the shootout flipped to all-out panic as he realized their time was almost up. He dove for the phoenix’s ashes, scooped up a bottleful... and nothing happened.
4. Samuel finishes testing and exorcising the last of the extended family, to Mark and Gwen’s relief, and heads back to his office to make a phone call. He’s been trying for days now to get in touch with Crowley and find out what the game is, why so many of his family members have been possessed. Granted, he knows what Crowley is and always has, but his only reason for working with the creep is his promise to bring Mary back as soon as he’s found Purgatory.
5. Dean waited in the shadows until Sam and Jess had left for their party before letting himself into their single-wide. He didn’t feel like ruining their evening, and besides, he’d driven all the way from New Orleans and didn’t think he could discuss this problem civilly with Sam until he’d had a nap and some coffee. He got both while they were gone and was at the kitchen table working on his second cup when they walked in.
“Yáát’ééh,” he said with a smirk as they stared at him.
6. Dean straightened to look Kavanaugh in the eye, and Radek could have sworn the temperature in the room dropped ten degrees.
Note: This probably won't be the first line of the fic or even of this scene; it's just the first one I have written.
7. Jim finished outlining the mission—taking down a cell of the American Nazi Corps that was amassing funds and terrorizing Effingham, Illinois—and looked around at the team to make sure everyone was following him so far. Willy, Barney, and Paris were nodding thoughtfully. Sam and Dean Winchester were giving him identical skeptical looks.
8. The occupants of the nearly-new black Chevy stared up at the imposing façade of the Red House in confusion, then looked at each other, then at their car. The winter silence was finally broken by an American baritone:
“... the hell?!”
“Dean.”
9. “No, you idiot, don’t touch anything! We don’t know what this place....”
A blinding flash filled the room. Even before his vision recovered, McKay could sense that something was wrong.
“... does.”
Note: Again, just the first part I have written.
10. Dean Winchester swore by all that was holy that he would kill this Trickster.
It wasn’t Gabriel—unfortunately—but for some reason it had decided to take a page out of Loki’s book and stick them back in TVLand with the same rules for reasons known only to itself. And apparently the creep’s cable lineup included some show about Air Force POWs in WWII because he and Sam had suddenly found themselves in front of a burning B-17 and surrounded by Germans.
11. Sometime in the last yén of the Sixth Age, Rúmil of Lothlórien developed the ridiculous habit of adopting pet mortals.
