#&& v: carry on my wayward son [main]

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@borntothehunt gets a small starter for Jasper!

“I know you’ve grown up a lot…and you don’t need your old man as much anymore. But if you want to talk about anything, you know I’m always here. Right?”

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"Would I really still be me if I didn't take my hair care, seriously? Unlike Dean, I like to make sure my hair looks good." He teased, grin not leaving him as he took a nice long sip of his drink. For a moment, he was almost reminded of someone. The memory was hazy, but he remembered that smirk as if it was engrained on his mind. And the way Ruby talked about fries...It was all bringing something back he couldn't quite place his finger on. It was almost like waking up from a long sleep, still groggy and fuzzy around the edges. "The way you talk about fries almost reminds me of someone. I can't make out her face very well but I remember. There was this ranch we stayed at back when I was younger. When Dad actually settled down for a little bit. There was this girl...really smart. Great with horses. Had a really nice family. We were really close for awhile so I don't remember why I can't see her face. But you remind me of her." He admitted, taking a fry next and popping it into his mouth.

“cherry  flavored  and  eye  protection..  someone  takes  their  hair  care  very  seriously.”  ruby  easily  threw  back.  leaning  back  against  her  seat  with  her  arms  crossed.  the  playful  smirk  not  faltering  as  she  continued  to  look  over  at  him.  “guess  i  know  what  i'm  getting  you  for  your  birthday.  along  with  a  salad  shaker  to  go  since  you  eat  like  a  bunny  rabbit.”

if  ruby  thought  it  was  easy  with  sam  before,  clearly  she  was  mistaken.  back  then,  it  was  difficult.  heavy.  lucifer's  plan  set  and  all  she  had  to  do  was  get  sam  to  drink  some  blood  and  open  the  last  gate.  now?  this  is  easy.  nothing  looming  over  them  with  dread.  end  of  the  world  type  of  shit.  easy.  but  also  scary.  terrifying  even.  not  for  sam  but  for  her.  she  may  look  cool  and  collected,  but  her  thoughts  were  racing.  never  one  to  be  in  touch  with  her  feelings.  forgetting  genuine  care.  something  so  simple  like  going  on  a  date  with  someone  you  care  about.  once  buried  now  brought  to  the  surface  with  vengeance.

drinks  and  fries  brought  to  the  table,  she  could  feel  her  stomach  let  out  a  low  growl.  not  even  waiting  as  she  already  dug  into  the  fries.  “i  like  to  believe  that  potatoes  are  the  best  creations.  can  make  them  into  mash,  hash,  roasted,  baked,  but  fries?  top  tier.”  she  hummed  with  delight  as  she  popped  another  into  her  mouth  with  glee. 

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@bamsidsuperbitch continued from here

The hug was returned gently but warmly, a broad smile on his face. Seeing Sidney after so long of being on the hunt was like a breath of fresh air. Little did he know that there was more going on behind the scenes but hopefully that would be something he would figure out sooner rather than later. He pulled back, taking a moment to look at her. Feeling her gaze lingering on him, he couldn't help but feel a faint flutter of butterflies in his stomach. Sam was used to people looking at Dean, but not really him. It was far more of a rare occurrence but he found he liked it when it was Sidney. "Oh, you know. About as good as you can be when your job is going after supernatural creatures. Have things been...okay since we left you last?"

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[ LOOK ] sender holding receiver's jaw and turning their head to look at them (From Lucifer)

Thump, thump, thump! Sam could feel his heart beating hard against his rib cage as Lucifer’s hand gripped and guided his face until they were staring each other down. Part of him wanted to flinch, the other part wanted to show no sign of weakness. His relationship with the one before him was complicated at best. Setting off a war in his head.

Fear and understanding intertwined within him, rooting Sam to the spot. Should he be afraid they were this close? Caught like a deer in the headlights for a moment before he finally spoke, swallowing hard.

“…if you wanted my attention you could have just said so.” He attempted to keep his voice nice and level though he knew that his heartbeat was betraying his true state.

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@warriorwithasoftheart gets a small starter

"Dean...In what universe do you really think that's a good idea?"

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"It sounds to me like someone is still sore that they lost. And that I had one more growth spurt." Sam playfully chided, the grin not leaving his face for even a moment before he bit into his wrap and took a moment to chew. It was true that Dean had done a lot for him, so much that he'd never forget. His brother had given up a lot to raise him because clearly John hadn't stepped up. "A free trip to the moon that I don't even have to pay for? Sounds more like a reward than a punishment. You going for the best big brother award?" Sam asked, giving a small tilt of his head. If there was one thing the brothers were really good at, it was a nice long banter that came from years of being stuck in motel rooms and the impala.

"hide in--small--seriously???" cutting himself off not once but twice! the elder winchester turns his head and gives the baby winchestera a sharp huff followed, immediately, by an over-exaggerated roll of his eyes. "i'm still freakin' six one, dude. that puts you what? three inches taller? s'not like it's the size of the empire state building difference. you're sitting there acting like i'm rocking five foot six." a judgemental look is sent directly at the wrap that has plenty of meat in it. "all i see's a buncha green shit surrounding a few sad slices of deli meat."

a click of his tongue against the roof of his mouth in disapproval later? dean shakes his head and looks back to his own food. FOOD. real food! not that hippy stuff! "just remember who changed your jolly green giant sized diapers next time you bring up your one win at stanford. 'fore i stuff YOU in a box and ship your ass off to the moon. one way. no round trip."

[ladydaybreaker]

The Plan

Hey y’all! I’ve had some people ask about stories and I thought I’d let y’all know what’s going on!

I have a list of my update rotation going forward at the moment and we will see how well that goes haha.

Cross the Jaded Stars- officially doing prom things (Vicky and Jae are going dress shopping!!)

A Universe of Suns, Moons and Stars/Ad Astra Per Aspera- Either Tessa waking up after the stint in the hospital or V is gonna be trying to make a courtship circle for Thad (maaaay also throw in the second chapter of the oneshot book ficlet too)

iNtersubJeCtiVe requital- Tessa being brought up to speed on what happened…annnnd some other bits about her new lease on life.

Would You Fall In Love With Me Again? Uzi has to update the firewalls keeping the Solver in check, Nori helps…Uzi has a minor meltdown. Potential totally not a date just hanging out and stuff between N and Uzi (wiiiiiith potential Varsity poly showing up). May or may not hint at a new cast member :3 Who that is...I'll let y'all theory craft.

So that's my order...with hope of going back and doing a rotation with the human AUs as well...I don't like seeing fics sitting there for a while and people thinking they're abandoned (yes I'm aware I've been avoiding To Serve In Heaven, Or Rule in Hell...but I've said before, I have to be in a particular mood for that one. Also doesn't help that it doesn't get much traction because it ain't with the main cast. (Same with the human aus...)

So, I'm going to try and stick to a rotation as an experiment to see how well this fares:

Of Nightshade and Woodsmoke (The Fantasy au based off of The Apothecary Diaries and a bit of Mistborn, the Courtesan story)

Carry On Wayward Sons (The Something Strange In Coppersville entry)

Living Life on Hardcore (The Streamer!Nori AU)

Life is a Song, Love is the Music (aka Lifesong, the idol/music AU)

Cross the Jaded Stars (Aka JS/Jaded Stars, the swap au with Doorman kid J)

Ad Astra, Per Aspera (anything is fair game here in this one. Oneshot book, post canon or the lab fic)

iNtersubJeCtiVe requital (aka IR, the evil!Manor Crew)

Would You Fall In Love With Me Again? (aka, the extra bone-pain hurt juice story with Dimension Hopper, Eldritch Goddess Uzi)

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@angeledoe liked for a small starter ft a mention of @malka-lisitsa

“I’m beginning to think I can see why Katherine chose you for a progeny. Your wit is about as sharp as hers. I’m impressed.”

[huntmade-a]

         Their line of work took Sam all over the country, which made it hard to keep in touch with the few friends he’d managed to make along the way.  Most he lost contact with as soon as a number changed on a burner phone.  Arthur, however, was someone Sam made sure to always call.  The other had been there during a difficult time in his life.  Sometimes he felt like more of a brother than Dean did, which made Sam feel incredibly guilty.  He loved his brother, dearly.  But there were days when the older man made Sam feel like he was two inches tall.  Especially when they were spiraling through all that demon blood tension.

         Stepping out of the car, Sam stretches his back out to reinvigorate his muscles from the long drive.  Several bones pop and crack into place.  He can feel his features lifting when the other comes in to view.  “ Hey, man, “ Sam smiles wide.  One hand extends for a shake.  “ Been a damn long time. “   //   @halfbrecd liked the s.c. 

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EXCUSE ME?

If I had a nickel for everytime Sam fucked around and found out id be rich

[outlawshootist]

@rairaitoningu

   Bringing on new members was a massive headache for him. Not only was he considered a de facto leader with Winston, he took on responsibility in making sure each and every person they brought on board wouldn’t fuck up the system they had going. Thank the Spirits he didn’t have to deal with security and or stealth. Pharah and Genji could have that job all they liked.

   No, he had to deal with meeting them and seeing if they met the criteria for agents. It was hard, sometimes, not to go into ‘Reyes’ mode and veto all of them. To his old commander, none of them would have been up to snuff and it’s hard, sometimes, to differentiate between Overwatch ready and Blackwatch ready. Don’t even get him started on the fanboys and girls. One had already made Lena cry and disappear for the weekend. That was one of the hardest things, the ones who idolized and had visions of the previous overwatch in their head. He didn’t like disappointing them, but hey, he had to.

And here he was meeting another kid, might as well be a kid, right? Who was on probationary status with a background sheet as clean as Satya’s room. He needed coffee.

   “Door’s open.”

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@frombehindpaleeyes gets a small starter!

“You aren’t seriously considering this, are you? I mean… I get it. You want to spring into action to help but doing it on your own? It isn’t safe.”

[huntmade-a]

          The ebb and flow of nausea had hit Sam well beyond the house’s front door.  Somewhere along the dirt road he’d experienced a range of negative emotion that caused the younger Winchester to look over his shoulder.  As if someone was watching him.  Part of his problem was how familiar it felt.  Although, he couldn’t quite put a finger on how or why.

          Fingers grip painfully to the metal clenched in his flesh.  Something lingered in the air.  Blood, possibly.  Decayed meat.  They’d have to delve deeper into the darkness to know for certain.  But, every inch of Sam’s skin was crawling.  One by one the hairs were starting to stand on end.  

          He descended down and it felt somewhat representative of his state of mind.  Every step forward he reminded himself of all the reasons he fought.  Jess.  His mother.  All the innocents that lived peaceful lives, never knowing what truly lurked beneath the surface.

          “ Dean, “ he gasps after catching movement out of the corner of his eyes.  Strands glisten beneath the lights, which leads his gaze to the girl.  “ Dean, I think she’s alive. Why the hell would there be a captive...“

                    ──  @bloodsoakedfangs gets a plotted starter

[wryte-wrote]

Spell-casting and Ableism in “Carry On”

So, one thing that stuck with me throughout my reading of Carry On was how the spell-casting works. I personally loved how broad and open-ended the ability to do magic was within the setting of the story— the idea that some characters use wands, like Baz, and some use magical rings, like Penny—and some people just blow up and grow dragon wings and a tail spontaneously (I’m looking at you Simon Snow) — but the ability to practice magic depends quite heavily on the usage of magic words and modern language specifically.

However, where does that leave deaf people who only use sign language? Where does that leave mute people? For example, when Baz accidentally robs Philippa of her voice, it’s as if he seemingly strips her of her entire identity as a magician. She never even returns to school after the incident, and it’s almost as if her character fades into the background. I guess my main question here is, if you have to be able to speak to speak magic, at least for human Mages, does that mean magicians that are differently abled in the deaf/mute sense can’t practice magic at all? In that case, it makes what Baz did to Philippa 10x worse, especially considering she was 100% an innocent and just happened to get caught in the crossfire of Simon and Baz’ torrid love affair (before they even knew they were in one LMAO) and I low-key want to see something come of this... I think it’s an interesting concept to explore within this world, especially considering the Mage, even though he’s a POS, pretty much ushered in a new era of magic for all the magicians within the U.K. — if he was so obsessed with revamping these systems of magic, it strikes me as odd that he wouldn’t attempt to find a way to reinvent said system for magicians that can’t practice within the “normal” magical framework.

TL;DR — there’s a level of intrigue surrounding ableism within this world that I want to see explored 👀👀 is Philippa going to come back? Will she be the next big bad? I haven’t read Wayward Son yet so idk she could make an appearance, but I’m v interested in seeing if Rowell happens to pick this plot line back up! I can sense villainy afoot within Philippa, but I suppose we shall see 😆

[outlawshootist]

@gotnowhereelsetogo

He’d argued with the others to go on this mission. Some of them, namely 76, thought he’d be a better fit, knew Dorado like the back of his hand. Others didn’t want him so far away when they needed him there. He argued with both sides and finally won when he told them he did most of the bounty work clean up in the US midwest and knew better how to handle mercenaries.

That was enough for them for now and there he was, outskirts of Dorado.

They needed information, needed something more to nail down a file on LumeriCo. 76 hadn’t been able to get as much as he’d liked, but he also had been against working with other outlets like the gang and mercenary corps to get it.

Jesse had no such qualms. He just hoped they’d be as welcoming as he wanted them to be, considering he’d sent out a notice that he wanted to meet and discuss a temporary partnership. 

He was just waiting for the liason, now.

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Arms were quick to wrap around her and hold her close, eyes closing as he listened to her pour her heart out to him. A hand moves to gently run through her hair in a soothing manner. Another flicker of memory. The same way he'd comfort her so many years ago when she got a cut or something upsetting happened. It was like so much had changed and yet...It hadn't at the same time. "I'm sorry it's been so hard...Neither of you deserved to go through all of that. Especially not you. You should be enjoying your childhood and growing up, not worry about me or your mother." He said softly as he rocked her back and forth slowly. If he were able, Sam would gladly go back in time and fix it all. But this time had been needed to figure himself out. So he could be a better husband, a better parent, and finally find some peace within himself. Some acceptance. "I would never leave for a reason like that. And I don't want either of you to blame yourselves. I was the problem...But I'm here to fix it. I'm here to stay if you both want me around."

⸺  𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚  𝗢𝗣𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗦  𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗙𝗧  𝗜𝗡  𝗔𝗡𝗗  𝗢𝗨𝗧  𝗢𝗙  𝗙𝗢𝗖𝗨𝗦  ,  the  young  hybrid  unsteady  in  mind  and  body  as  her  dad  reassures  her  .  she's  been  burying  her  emotions  for  so  long  ,  spending  her  nights  at  the  bottom  of  a  bottle  rather  than  think  logically  about  why  he  may  have  left  .  her  mind  had  jumped  automatically  to  blaming  herself  ,  and  so  she  has  .  hearing  him  speak  ,  hearing  him  explain  that  neither  she  nor  her  mom  had  done  anything  wrong  .  .  .  it  sends  both  a  wave  of  relief  crashing  over  her  ,  and  a  wave  of  regret  .

❝  i'm  sorry  ,  ❞  charlotte  gasps  ,  throwing  herself  into  his  arms  as  another  round  of  sobs  wracks  small  shoulders  .  ❝  i'm  sorry  ,  i  didn't  -  it's  been  so  bad  ,  dad  . . .  mom  has  been  so  upset  ,  and  i  just  couldn't  -  . . .  i'm  sorry  .  ❞  she  burrows  her  countenance  into  his  shirt  ,  staining  the  fabric  with  running  makeup  as  the  safety  of  her  father's  embrace  grounds  her  as  much  as  is  possible  in  her  state  .

❝  i  just  figured  you  wouldn't  leave  unless  one  of  us  had  done  something  wrong  . . .  it  wouldn't  ever  be  mom  ,  and  uncle  dean  seemed  just  as  lost  as  us  . . .  so  i  figured  it  had  to  be  me  .  ❞  her  timbre  is  shaky  ,  entire  frame  trembling  as  she  thinks  back  on  the  time  he's  been  away  .  how  many  nights  she's  spent  trying  to  bargain  with  the  universe  to  bring  him  back  .  i'll  be  better  ,  i  promise  .  i'll  be  a  better  hunter  ,  a  better  daughter  . . .  i'll  be  better  .  just  please  ,  please  bring  him  home  .  it  had  never  occurred  to  her  that  he  could  find  his  way  back  on  his  own  .