#FluffandAngst

[wandering-winchesters]

First Moments: Kiss

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Summary: The first time Dean Winchester kisses you Word count: 861 A/N: I am debating on making this a series, covering different "Firsts" with Dean.. Any interest in that? Let me know!

The first time Dean Winchester kisses you, it happens in the least romantic place imaginable—an old gas station parking lot on the outskirts of nowhere. The sun is setting, casting an amber glow over the cracked asphalt and the Impala parked nearby, her paint gleaming like polished obsidian. The faint smell of gasoline mingles with the crisp scent of impending rain, a storm brewing in the distance.

It wasn’t planned. Nothing about Dean ever feels planned, really. He’s a mess of contradictions—cocky and self-assured one minute, guarded and vulnerable the next. You’ve been riding shotgun with him for weeks now, chasing down leads, salt-and-burning restless spirits, and fighting things most people wouldn’t dare to believe existed. Somewhere along the way, you became more than just hunting partners. You don’t know what to call it yet, but there’s a connection between you, an unspoken pull that you’ve both been too stubborn—or scared—to acknowledge.

Until now.

It starts with an argument. Of course it does. Dean has this way of pushing your buttons, and tonight he’s doing it with the precision of a master.

“You can’t just run in there without a plan!” you snap, your arms crossed over your chest.

“And what was your plan, huh?” he shoots back, his voice rising. “To stand around and wait until the ghost decides to play nice? That’s not how this works.”

“It’s called strategy, Dean. Maybe you should try it sometime instead of going full kamikaze every damn hunt!”

He scoffs, dragging a hand down his face in frustration. “You know what your problem is? You think too much. Sometimes you just gotta act.”

“And you think too little!” you retort, your eyes narrowing. “One of these days, your impulsiveness is going to get you killed.”

The words hang in the air, sharper than you intended, and for a moment, Dean just stares at you. His jaw tightens, and there’s a flicker of something in his eyes—hurt, maybe, or regret—but it’s gone before you can be sure.

“Fine,” he says, his voice quieter now. “If you’ve got it all figured out, why the hell do you even need me?”

It’s not the first time you’ve fought, but there’s something different about this one. The air between you feels charged, like the storm rolling in above. You don’t answer right away, and Dean takes a step closer, his boots crunching against the gravel.

“Why, huh?” he presses, his tone softer but no less intense. “Why do you keep sticking around if I’m such a screw-up?”

Your heart pounds against your ribs, a wild, erratic rhythm that matches the storm clouds overhead. You open your mouth to respond, but the words catch in your throat. Because it’s not that simple. Because you don’t stick around in spite of his flaws—you stick around because of them. Because Dean Winchester, for all his faults, is the kind of person who will throw himself in harm’s way without a second thought to save someone else. Because he’s loyal to a fault, fiercely protective, and has a smile that could light up the darkest corners of the world, even when he doesn’t believe it himself.

“Dean…” you start, but his name barely makes it past your lips before he moves.

It’s not hesitant or tentative—it’s sudden, like he’s been holding himself back for too long and finally snapped. His hands cup your face, rough and calloused but somehow gentle, and then his lips are on yours.

The kiss is everything you didn’t know you needed. It’s not perfect—Dean’s lips are a little chapped, and the angle is slightly awkward at first—but it’s real. There’s an urgency to it, a raw, unfiltered emotion that leaves you breathless. His hands are warm against your skin, grounding you even as the world seems to tilt on its axis.

You don’t know who moves first, but suddenly your hands are fisting in his jacket, pulling him closer as if the space between you is unbearable. He responds in kind, deepening the kiss with a low, almost involuntary sound that sends a shiver down your spine. It’s like the dam you’ve both been holding back has finally burst, and there’s no going back now.

When you finally break apart, you’re both breathing hard, your foreheads pressed together. The storm is closer now, the first drops of rain starting to fall, but neither of you seems to notice.

“Wow,” you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.

Dean chuckles, a low, self-deprecating sound. “Yeah, uh… sorry about that. I probably should’ve—”

“Don’t,” you interrupt, your fingers still gripping his jacket. “Don’t apologize.”

His eyes meet yours, and for once, there’s no wall, no mask, no bravado. Just Dean.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” he admits, his voice soft and almost vulnerable.

You smile, your heart swelling in your chest. “Took you long enough.”

He laughs, the sound warm and genuine, and the tension between you finally seems to ease. The rain starts to pick up, but neither of you moves. For once, the hunt can wait. For once, the only thing that matters is this moment—messy, imperfect, and absolutely perfect all at once.

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[fancyfrey]

Unsettled/Disillusioned (on Wattpad)

Unsettled: Ezra brings an archaeologist to Chopper Base. Kallus feels he'd seen the man before but can't quite remember where. 

Disillusioned: when Cal calls upon the Ghost crew for assistance on a mission, Kanan soon realises just how much he and Cal had changed from their days in the Temple.

Ranks #1 NightsisterMerrin (Feb 14, 2024) #1 JediFallenOrder (March 25, 2024) #2 NightsisterMerrin (Feb 2, 2024) #3 NightsisterMerrin (Jan 25, 2024)

[authorbettyadams]

Kickstarter https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/humansareweird/flying-sparks-volume-1-science-fantasy-novel

Indiegogo https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/flying-sparks-a-novel-of-dragon-bear-and-boy/coming_soon

“Flying Sparks”

Science Fantasy Novel

100K Words

Drake is sworn to keep a secret he doesn’t understand, but whatever pulled him out of the flood, isn’t quite done with him yet, because even if you leave nothing but footprints, the things that walk the forest can still follow you home.

Indiegogo https://igg.me/at/FlyingSparksVolume1/x/20737048#/

Kickstarter https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/humansareweird/flying-sparks-volume-1-science-fantasy-novel

#FoundFamily #ScienceFiction #SciFi #Aliens #NationalParks #novel

[so-scarlett-maroon]

Unity Pairing and Bed Sharing Ch. 17: Flirting and Fighting

Friday morning Hermione was awoken by a tapping on her window. She walked over to see a large eagle owl sitting on the ledge. She opened her window to let it in. She fed him a few treats she stored in her desk, which earned her some lovely little happy twittering. She removed the note from the owl's leg.

Granger,

I'd like to take you out to dinner tonight at the three broomsticks. Meet outside the Gryffindor common room at 7?

-DM

Hermione was grinning from ear to ear. She quickly scribbled her acceptance and sent Draco's owl back out the window. She tried to think about what to wear. It was the three broomsticks, so casual, but it was their first date, so she wanted to look nice. She didn't have much experience dressing for dates. She couldn't exactly wear her Yule ball dress as she had with Viktor. And she and Ron had mostly hung out at the Burrow or with Harry and Ginny at the Leaky. Hermione decided she'd just have to figure it out later and got ready for her day of classes.

As she walked across the grounds on her way to Herbology, Draco strode up next to her, his long legs catching up to her with ease.

"Hello Granger," he greeted her smoothly with his aristocratic drawl.

"Having a good morning?"

"Why yes I am. How about you?"

"Well let's see I'm walking to class next to you and I have a date with a very sexy witch tonight, so yes, I'd say today is going splendidly."

Hermione could help but smile at his shameless flirting.

"You know you could have just asked me out in person right?"

"Absolutely not." He looked appalled. "That's not how things are done. And to be clear, I intend to do this right."

Continued on AO3

[sokkabeifong]

the waiting game (six times james potter is loud & the one time he is not) (on Wattpad) 

James Potter is the type of person who screams when you touch his shoulder. He's rowdy in the library, makes noise every night, and laughs when he shouldn't - he's just, in a word, loud. Lily Evans finds it to be the most annoying thing in the world. Until, of course, she doesn't.

[ajwinter-is-a-nerd]

Until My Last Breath - The Murder of the Lawliet Brothers (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1319111322-until-my-last-breath-the-murder-of-the-lawliet?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Alex_J_Winter&wp_originator=E%2FuDEVctbLX2xkha8PmTdii0DrhZ%2Bomysg1A5XQ3bu7BWq70xg4RHKDqXxIewkRm1xTQ49%2Fq7rYzisw9SCQEE7qQ73kc16pzVDNxVSiDHBBTVk%2BkrI78lRN60nxmWVK4 

Chapter 2 Summary:

We are introduced to the first time L and Light cross paths. Unfortunately for L, it is as a case study in Light���s University courses. The horrific tale of child abuse stretching internationally. 

There will be fluff in the next life, I promise!! 

But this one is hella rough and has a laundry list of Trigger Warnings at the top of the chapter. 

General Story Description:

 L and Light have lived many lives together, but their lives caught another realm's attention long before it landed on ours. - In other words, L and Light live and die in a ton of different ways. They suffer but constantly find the spark to their own meaning in the other. 

 *****WARNING***** This story was created so that we could see the conditions that these boys would meet throughout lives, but because I am cruel and filled with the black tar of the earth these two go through some  ***TERRIBLE*** stuff. There is Graphic Violence, mention of child sex trafficking, Suicide, Suicidal Ideation, Self-Harm, Murder, Drug Use and Addiction. A lot of lives with a lot of different crap to go through.

[arcticfoxbear]

Indiegogo https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/flying-sparks-a-novel-of-dragon-bear-and-boy/coming_soon

Kickstarter https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/humansareweird/flying-sparks-volume-1-science-fantasy-novel

Humans Are Weird

So there has been a bit of “what if humans were the weird ones?” going around tumblr at the moment and Earth Day got me thinking. Earth is a wonky place, the axis tilts, the orbit wobbles, and the ground spews molten rock for goodness sakes. What if what makes humans weird is just our capacity to survive? What if all the other life bearing planets are these mild, Mediterranean climates with no seasons, no tectonic plates, and no intense weather? 

What if several species (including humans) land on a world and the humans are all “SCORE! Earth like world! Let’s get exploring before we get out competed!” And the planet starts offing the other aliens right and left, electric storms, hypothermia, tornadoes and the humans are just … there… counting seconds between flashes, having snowball fights, and just surviving. 

[jennrypan]

Liu Kang starting new timeline someone said he basically playing sims game, there's also someone said this representation of fans rewriting because the canon is suck 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

That's exactly what it is fr--

Lui Kang is a fanfic writer on a03 and the tags read as follows:

#Canon divergence #Everyonelives au #fluffandangst #rairpairs #Angstwithhappyending #itookafewliberties #notproofread

He wanted everyone to live the life they deserve and Shang Tsu fucked it up--

[emeraldrosequartz]

Chapter 15 of “Pursuit of a Simple Life” has been posted to AO3!

Dave and Gemma’s shopping day continues! And it’s SO FLUFFY!!!

Read the next chapter here!

@caffiend-queen @shiningloki @talklokitome @amaru163 @nildespirandum @archy3001 @myoxisbroken @dangertoozmanykids101 @imnotrevealingmyname @ohhhmyloki @latent-thoughts @grufflepuff-writes-stuff @mastreworld @alexakeyloveloki @realityhelixwrites @wrathkitty @devilish–doll  @starrynight35 @cursedcursingviking @dianamolloy @baby-bunting @bethbabybaby @arch-venus25​ @mareebird​    

[aftgficlibrary]

Can I get Neil being a math genius and andrew loving his nerd of a bf?

sure thing! -félix

Solvable by justdk (T | 2,434 | 1/1)

Who knew that Neil was actually smart?!

Part 8 of Andreil Week 2018

Knives And Spoons by moonix for SpangleBangle (T | 7,176 | 1/1)

Aaron isn't pleased that his study buddy is starting to fall for his twin brother, but it's happening despite his best efforts.

Part 1 of Salt Bros & Roller Derby Vixens

Neil’s A Nerd by praising_the_foxes (G | 455 | 1/1)

Neil can be pretty dumb sometimes, but that doesn't mean he's not smart as fuck

Part 4 of Tumblr Headcanons

library hours by lolainslackss for exybee (T | 10,026 | 2/2)

Andrew always sits across from the same guy in the library. The set-up suits him: they're both night owls, they're both relatively neat, and they both like the quiet. There's absolutely no need for them to get to know each other. This delicate balance shifts, however, when the guy sprains his ankle and Andrew finds himself breaking all his own rules and driving him to the emergency room.

A wintry college AU featuring all-nighters, homemade sushi, copious amounts of coffee, and many mixed-up feelings.

Milkshakes And Mathematics by moonix for exybee (T | 7,311 | 1/1)

Neil is a mess, academically and romantically. But to be honest, so is Andrew. Featuring Gauss the dead cactus, Kevin’s flashcards, a whole lot of junk food, a knitting club, Matt’s mom friend of the year award, bad flirting, first dates, snogging in cars, and all the usual blood, sweat and tears that come with selling your soul to academia.

[wandering-winchesters]

First Moments: Hug

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Summary: The first time Dean hugs you. A/N: I am going to keep it going! Please let me know if you have any suggestions for "Firsts"! Word Count: 1,143

The dusty Kansas sunset painted the world in streaks of orange and purple as you stood outside the small, dilapidated diner in Lebanon. You’d been on the road for weeks, chasing a string of supernatural leads that didn’t pan out, and your frustration had finally caught up with you. The Winchester brothers were somewhere inside, sharing a rare moment of peace over greasy burgers and fries. You’d been tagging along with them for a few months now, after a chance encounter during a hunt in South Dakota.

At first, you weren’t sure how long the partnership would last. Dean, ever the protective big brother, had been wary of letting a stranger join their team. You were no stranger to the life, though—you had your scars, both physical and emotional, to prove it. Still, earning Dean’s trust felt like climbing an impossibly high mountain. He was guarded, sharp-tongued, and carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, a fact you’d come to realize more deeply as time went on.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like you—he just didn’t trust easily. You’d seen glimpses of his softer side: the way he’d check on Sam when he thought no one was looking, the gruff jokes he used to break tension, and the rare moments when his walls came down just enough to reveal the man beneath the hunter. But a hug? That seemed as unlikely as a demon voluntarily taking a salt bath.

You leaned against the Impala, arms crossed, staring out at the quiet stretch of road. Your mind wandered to the hunt you’d botched last week—a werewolf case in Nebraska. It should’ve been straightforward, but a moment of hesitation on your part had nearly cost Sam his life. Dean hadn’t said much about it afterward, but you could feel the tension radiating from him. You’d been carrying the guilt ever since, and tonight it felt heavier than ever.

The door to the diner creaked open, and Dean stepped out. His leather jacket was slung over one shoulder, and he had that familiar look of suspicion and curiosity on his face.

“You gonna stand out here all night, or what?” he asked, his voice rough but not unkind.

You shrugged, not trusting yourself to speak. Dean wasn’t the kind of guy you could fool with small talk or half-hearted excuses. He saw through people like glass.

He approached slowly, his boots crunching on the gravel. “You’ve been quiet lately,” he said, leaning against the car next to you. “Quieter than usual, I mean. What’s going on?”

You hesitated, debating whether to brush it off or let him in. Finally, you sighed. “Just... thinking.”

“Dangerous pastime,” he quipped, though his tone lacked its usual edge. When you didn’t laugh, he frowned. “Come on, out with it. What’s eating you?”

You glanced at him, surprised by the genuine concern in his eyes. It wasn’t often that Dean let himself be openly vulnerable, even in the smallest ways. “It’s that hunt in Nebraska,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “I screwed up, Dean. If you hadn’t been there, Sam might’ve—”

“Stop,” he interrupted, his tone firm but not harsh. “Sam’s fine. You’re fine. That’s what matters.”

“But it was my fault,” you insisted, the guilt bubbling to the surface. “I froze up, and—”

“And you’re human,” he said, cutting you off again. “It happens. Trust me, I’ve made more mistakes than I can count. You learn from it and move on.”

You shook your head, unable to meet his gaze. “I just... I don’t want to be a liability. You and Sam, you’ve been doing this your whole lives. I don’t want to be the reason something goes wrong.”

Dean was quiet for a moment, and when he finally spoke, his voice was softer than you’d ever heard it. “Listen, this life? It’s not easy. Hell, it’s damn near impossible sometimes. But you’re part of the team now, and we’ve got your back. You’re not a liability. You’re family.”

The word hit you like a punch to the gut. Family. It was something you hadn’t felt in a long time. Not since you’d lost your parents to a demon when you were a teenager. Not since you’d been hunting alone, keeping people at arm’s length because getting close to anyone felt like a risk you couldn’t afford to take.

Dean must have noticed the look on your face because he shifted uncomfortably, running a hand through his short-cropped hair. “Look, I’m not great at this touchy-feely stuff, but... I mean it. You’re family. And family doesn’t bail when things get tough.”

Something in you broke at those words. The tears you’d been holding back for weeks spilled over, and you quickly turned away, embarrassed. “Sorry,” you mumbled, wiping at your eyes. “I didn’t mean to—”

“Hey,” Dean said, his voice gentle now. Before you could protest, he reached out and pulled you into a hug.

It wasn’t one of those quick, awkward pats on the back you’d expect from someone like Dean. It was solid, grounding, and full of unspoken emotion. His arms were strong around you, steadying you as you let yourself cry against his chest. You could feel the warmth of his leather jacket, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, and the faint scent of motor oil and whiskey that clung to him like a second skin.

For a moment, the world stopped. The weight of your guilt, your fears, your loneliness—it all seemed to fade in the safety of his embrace. Dean didn’t say anything, and he didn’t need to. The hug said it all: You’re not alone. You’re not a failure. You’re family.

When you finally pulled away, his hands lingered on your shoulders, grounding you. “Feeling better?” he asked, his voice gruff but kind.

You nodded, swallowing hard. “Yeah. Thanks, Dean.”

He gave you a small smile, the kind that didn’t come around often but lit up his whole face when it did. “Don’t mention it. Seriously. Ever.”

That earned a laugh from you, and the tension between you eased. For the first time in weeks, you felt like you could breathe again.

Dean patted the hood of the Impala, his way of signaling that the moment was over. “Come on,” he said, opening the passenger door. “Sam’s probably eaten all the fries by now, but maybe we can grab some pie for the road.”

You climbed into the car, feeling lighter than you had in days. As the Impala roared to life and the brothers started bickering over music choices, you found yourself smiling. The road ahead would still be hard, but for the first time in a long time, you didn’t feel like you were facing it alone.

Dean didn’t hug often, but when he did, it mattered. And in that moment, it was exactly what you needed.

Tag List: @roseblue373 @hobby27 @jc-winchester @whump-loverz @pizzagirlxnsfwx @king-of-milf-lovers @jollyhunter

[authorbettyadams]

Lava Pool - Excerpt 18 - Flying Sparks - A Novel – Where a Family Shares

Original Post: http://www.authorbettyadams.com/bettys-blog/lava-pool-excerpt-18-flying-sparks-a-novel-where-a-family-shares

Drake McCarty’s leg was shattered deep in the wilderness, and as the flash flood closed over him, he looked death in the face. When he wakes up in a hospital bed, in a military base that shouldn’t exist, he has a whole leg and a furious sister to deal with. Drake is sworn to keep a secret he doesn’t understand, but whatever pulled him out of the flood, isn’t quite done with him yet, because even if you leave nothing but footprints, the things that walk the forest can still follow you home.

Excerpt 18

Bard very rarely found himself angry at their hosts. For the short time they had been on this world the humans had shown them nothing but kindness and curiosity. They had even been allowed a large amount of freedom. Granted the air of this world was miserably still and dead and the cold seeped deep into his form, but the caverns had been provided for them and occasionally the thin atmosphere would come alive with music and he could dance to the alien throbbing. That thought made him shift in the cleansing pool and flicker pale yellow with distress. Miner felt his stress and extended a massive pseudo pod to gently rub up and over Bard’s smaller form. Bard deliberately lit up brightly in bold green and the scattered light reflected off the natural cavern roof. One of the larger stalactites caught the light and began to flow down from the ceiling. It formed into a massive drop and fell into the rolling sulfurous pool. Once in the orange fluid it changed from the tone of the surrounding rock to a dull mustard yellow. Bard trilled out several inquiring notes and swam over to where Bludgeon floated. The mass of the older warrior easily dwarfed the younger but the half-caste showed no fear. Keeping his colors a cheerful pink he began to rub against his colony mate. Gentle notes of music began to radiate from the dilithium sulfide around them. The pure warrior class began to relax and ever so slowly his colors turned to a murky green. He pulled away from his smaller companion who trilled in annoyance. “Easy there little brother,” Bludgeon laughed. “You are done now. I am done now.”

Science Fantasy Adventure Story 100K Words Order Now!

FoundFamily #AlternateHistory #FlyingSparks #ScienceFiction #Scifi

Audio Narration and Animation- https://youtu.be/PsR0Xn-ji14

Indiegogo https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/flying-sparks-a-novel-of-dragon-bear-and-boy/x/20737048#/

Kickstarter https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/humansareweird/flying-sparks-volume-1-science-fantasy-novel

Humans are Weird Books - https://www.amazon.com/stores/author/B00WQ0MDD4/allbooks?ingress=0&visitId=3974e835-72b1-447d-8da0-a11f0b13024d&store_ref=ap_rdr&ref_=ap_rdr

[so-scarlett-maroon]

Unity Pairing and Bed Sharing Chapter 25: Shock and Soothe

HERMIONE

Draco grabbed her hand and pulled her into him. "Hey, it's alright. I'm here."Hermione could feel herself vibrating with rage.

"I'm going to Apparate us back to the edge of the Hogwarts grounds now."

Hermione nodded that she was ready, and Draco could Apparate them without the risk of her Splinching.

When they arrived, they both began wordlessly making their way to their little bank of the Black Lake. She could tell he was giving her time to calm down and she appreciated the still silence they walked in.

Once they'd settled into their spot, sitting on Draco's transfigured handkerchief again, she turned to look at him.

"If you say I told you so I swear to Morganna I will hex you so hard."

Draco held up both hands in a display of innocence. "I've said nothing!"

"She just made me so mad! She has no idea how much that stupid paper has messed with my life. Molly Weasley still thinks Harry and I used to date. And the idea of using our relationships as newspaper fodder… it just cheapens everything we have."

Draco looked at her and smiled his gorgeous smile and Hermione felt her whole-body tingle in response. "What did I do to earn that look?" She asked.

"Did you mean what you said? That I can redeem the Malfoy name on my own?"

"Yes, absolutely. You are brilliant and hard-working, and you've totally rejected the prejudices of your past. I know the rest of the wizarding world will see that about you soon, just like I do."

"I've always loved seeing you all lit up with righteous fury but having that light turned on my mother in defense of me may be the most incredible honor of my life."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "I know I'm a lot but don't make fun.""I am fully serious Hermione. Having you speak up for me? Having all of the force of Hermione Granger fighting, in my defense instead of against me, was absolutely Earth-shattering."

Continued on AO3

[hlficlibrary]

A Sweeter Place by @halosboat I 50K

Harry doesn't think he has it in him to find love again, at least, not until he meets a man at his support group that just might change his mind.

The prompt was: Older (like 50+ ideally) H & L are both recent widowers who meet in a grief support group. They both think it's too late for them to find love again until they develop a strong friendship that quickly becomes more.

[ajwinter-is-a-nerd]

Until My Last Breath - Soul Mates (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1319110797-until-my-last-breath-soul-mates?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Alex_J_Winter&wp_originator=kKFcmKj%2By5UQXDT2vXMhr7g65c3W7zEvc52Qaro9FNHIZTo5Vu1UnBQuoJ2hvGwAXfdj1Ecop1lr5JurXQparmrLS5dDkFLF71BcePWQxYPWvNEIAFTfaisRsx87eTYN 

L and Light have lived many lives together, but their lives caught another realm's attention long before it landed on ours. - In other words, L and Light live and die in a ton of different ways. They suffer but constantly find the spark to their own meaning in the other. 

 *****WARNING***** This story was created so that we could see the conditions that these boys would meet throughout lives, but because I am cruel and filled with the black tar of the earth these two go through some ***TERRIBLE*** stuff. There is Graphic Violence, mention of child sex trafficking, Suicide, Suicidal Ideation, Self-Harm, Murder, Drug Use and Addiction. A lot of lives with a lot of different crap to go through.

[arcticfoxbear]

Audio Narration and Animation - https://youtu.be/8wOHkDy8_sc

Indiegogo https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/flying-sparks-a-novel-of-dragon-bear-and-boy/x/20737048#/

Kickstarter https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/humansareweird/flying-sparks-volume-1-science-fantasy-novel

Humans Are Weird

So there has been a bit of “what if humans were the weird ones?” going around tumblr at the moment and Earth Day got me thinking. Earth is a wonky place, the axis tilts, the orbit wobbles, and the ground spews molten rock for goodness sakes. What if what makes humans weird is just our capacity to survive? What if all the other life bearing planets are these mild, Mediterranean climates with no seasons, no tectonic plates, and no intense weather? 

What if several species (including humans) land on a world and the humans are all “SCORE! Earth like world! Let’s get exploring before we get out competed!” And the planet starts offing the other aliens right and left, electric storms, hypothermia, tornadoes and the humans are just … there… counting seconds between flashes, having snowball fights, and just surviving.