#croatoan fanfic

[darkangel1791]

Because many of you answered in the poll that I should keep the disclaimer with the fic for the sake of historical preservation, I thought you might like to see this. It's about when Anne Rice Fanfic was taken off off the net.

In 2000, when the cease and desist letters were sent out by Anne Rice's lawyers, we were ordered to remove all fanfiction based on her characters from the internet immediately or we would be sued. A lot of pretty terrible things had already happened to some fanfic authors, so we all took them down. Where our sites used to be, many of us put this image.

It linked to a site which said this-

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WHERE CAN I READ FANFICTION BASED ON ANNE RICE'S BOOKS?

Nowhere. You can't. On April 7, 2000 Anne Rice had the following message to say on her webpage:

"I do not allow fan fiction.

The characters are copyrighted. It upsets me terribly to even think about fan fiction with my characters. I advise my readers to write your own original stories with your own characters.

It is absolutely essential that you respect my wishes."

This statement was then followed up by attacks on Anne Rice fanfic authors. The attacks consisted of, amongst other things, e-mailed threats regarding not only the writing of fanfiction but any writing that any fanfic author attempted to engage in (regardless of who owned the copyright), attacks on businesses that the fanfic authors owned and weeks of harassing personal letters sent to fanfic author's e-mail addresses and guestbooks. Personal information about fanfic authors was also dug up by Anne Rice employees and used as part of the harassment. Suffice it to say, Anne Rice made her displeasure clear.

SO WHAT HAPPENED?

Unable to defend themselves against these attacks, the fanfic authors responded by going into hiding.

BUT DOESN'T ANNE RICE HAVE THE LEGAL RIGHT TO TELL THEM TO STOP? WHY DIDN'T THEY JUST STOP WRITING AND LEAVE IT AT THAT?

Yes she does. However this was not an issue of Anne Rice asking the fanfic writers to stop. If that had been the case there would have been no problem. The problem was that she was not asking or even telling, she was using the excuse of fanfic to cyber-stalk and harass the fanfic authors, even after said authors removed the illegal fanfic from their sites. Not having the money or legal resources to defend themselves against this, hiding was the only option left.

COULDN'T THE FANFIC AUTHORS JUST TRY BEING NICE TO ANNE? MAYBE SHE WOULD HAVE AGREED IF THEY HAD ASKED POLITELY.

The fanfic authors were nice to Anne. When Anne Rice fanfiction started Anne's publisher was aware of it (even going so far as to link Anne's offical Random House website to many of the fanfic-oriented sites) and quietly let it be known that there was a "don't ask, don't tell" policy in effect regarding it - as long as the fanfic authors didn't shove the fanfic in Anne's face, The Powers That Be could pretend that it didn't exist. In addition to this the early fanfic authors spent months researching the legalities surrounding fanfic and asking questions of other fandoms to see how they respected copyright law in their fanfic writing. This knowledge was then used to create a disclaimer system to make sure it was understood that at no time did the fanfic authors intend to infringe upon Anne's legal rights.

This system of mutual respect lasted for approximately five years. After five years Anne Rice abruptly changed her mind and let the fanfic authors know it by way of her lawyers. Fanfiction is now considered unacceptable by Anne.

WHAT ABOUT DISCLAIMERS? DON'T THOSE WORK IN OTHER FANDOMS?

For years a disclaimer was used in front of all Anne Rice fanfics which mirrored the disclaimers successfully used by other fandoms, namely one which pointed out that the fanfic in question was a "non-profit, amateur effort not intended to infringe on the rights of Anne Rice or any other copyright holder." While this disclaimer has worked well in other fandoms, Anne Rice considers it unacceptable. According to Christine Cuddy, Anne's lawyer "Even when done on a non-profit and/or amateur basis, such use of [Anne's] characters without Ms. Rice's permission constitutes copyright infringement."

DID SOMEBODY TRY MAKING MONEY USING ANNE RICE FANFICTION? WAS THAT WHAT CAUSED THE PROBLEM?

No. At no time did any fanfic author make money using Anne Rice fanfiction in any way, non-profit or otherwise. The only times that money changed hands were when fanfic authors and fans bought Anne's own books.

WHAT IF I WANT TO WRITE ANNE RICE FANFICTION?

Are you sure? Know what you're getting into. The threat of personal harassment is very real. Anne Rice does not want you writing fanfiction and she has the money to make you stop. Do you really want to try this?

WHAT IF I HAVE ALREADY WRITTEN A STORY AND WANT TO SHARE IT WITH OTHERS?

Don't. Not if you truly want to obey Anne's wishes. That's really all that needs to be said there. However, if you absolutely have to write a fanfic story and have to show it to somebody else via the Internet (which is, again, a violation of Anne's wishes) then doing the following may be of help. Bear in mind that this is not being offered to you as a guarantee or as any kind of legal advice. You could do all of this and still get sued. These are simply suggestions which may help you avoid being harassed:

Do not put the story up on a webpage. Share the story with others in e-mail, such as on a private mailing list.

Do not attach your real name to the story. Use a pen name instead.

Do not use the e-mail address provided by your ISP when sending out the story. Instead create an anonymous account for yourself with Hotmail, Yahoo or any other web-based provider and do not include your actual name and address when filling out the forms for that account.

If you have to put the story up on a web page do not use the webpage that came with your ISP account. Get a webpage from a free server such as Geocities, NBCI or Angelfire.

If you have put the story on a webpage do not link to the story from elsewhere on your website.

If you have put the story on a webpage do not submit that webpage to any search engines, webrings, link exchanges or other public forum.

Do not attach any personal information to the story, your email or your website in any way. This includes your real name, the name of your ISP, your home address, where you go to school/work or anything else that could be used to trace the story back to you. Likewise do not include any information about whether or not you are or were in the ARVLFC, as it is possible for them to trace your personal information through there as well.

Obviously at no time should you show or send the story to Anne herself or anyone who works for her.

Again doing all of the above is a violation of Anne's wishes. If you are writing fanfiction based on Anne Rice's books then you are disobeying her orders. Period.

I'M NOT A FANFIC AUTHOR BUT I DO ENJOY READING IT. IS THERE ANYTHING I CAN DO?

Given the sheer volume of Anne Rice fanfiction that has been written (and, as the above question shows, that people are perhaps continuing to write) it is obviously false to say that all Anne Rice based fanfic has disappeared off of the world wide web. Undoubtedly some of it still exists out there in some form or another. If you manage to find some there's nobody out there who can stop you from reading it and enjoying it. However at no time should you take what stories you find and put them up on your own webpage or even link to the webpages that you find without that author's permission. Making Anne Rice fanfiction available from your website via copying or linking to the story will get you into trouble - not just from Anne but from the author as well. Don't do it.

HOW DO I FIND THE STORIES THAT ARE STILL OUT THERE?

We don't know. And we certainly couldn't tell you if we did.

QUOTES OF NOTE

"I suppose the character is public ground. If you're willing to bring it into people's houses every week, the [fans] are entitled to certain liberties, where ever their imagination is carried by those characters."

--Paul Gross, aka Ben Fraser and Executive Producer of Due South, quoted in the Toronto Globe & Mail, Augst 8, 1998

"I am flattered and grateful for this outpouring of support, admiration and recognition. I am moved to tears actually at how my performance has moved so many others. The websites are magnificent. All the photos, artwork, chats, fiction and videos are really great. I honestly never thought I would create such a stir but I feel absolutely blessed that I have."

--Scott Cohen, aka "Wolf" from The 10th Kingdom in a letter to http://www.wolfpackclub.8m.com/letter.html. Spring 2000.

"I've read some of it... I find it very flattering that people love the characters that much."

- J.K. Rowling on Harry Potter fanfiction that can be found via the Internet. Fall 2000

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I believe this was posted on October 4th, 2000, which is Louis' birthday, and also Anne's.

I believe I know who wrote it, but I am not positive, and even 23 years later, I am not going to expose them to any possible danger. It may be improbable, but never impossible.

So this is our history. This is what happened. And do please remember that J.K. Rowling was thought to be a perfectly decent person in the year 2000.

This isn't meant to spread any animosity now. It is just a look at history. I don't see how it belongs in AO3, but I want to put it somewhere before the Wayback Machine drops it.

ARVLFC = Anne Rice Vampire Lestat Fan Club

In 2012, Anne Rice kind of said fanfic of her characters was okay, but in 2014 she took it back.

With her death, I should think that only Christopher Rice would have the legal right, and possibly the money, to pursue this again, but so far he seems uninterested.

You may also want to read this article.

A Deep Dive into the Anne Rice Fanfiction Debacle by August T.

[brainwormcity]

Art for chapter 11 of my fic The Boundless Echoes of Liminal Skies.

“Don’t go,” Crowley stepped toward her.

“Don’t worry, Master Crowley,” her face had gone blank as she set her eyes upon her target, “I may not know your friend’s name but I know yours.”

Before either of them could protest, she brandished the Quill and began, in all capital letters, to write upon the bark of the nearest tree.

‘CRO’

Aziraphale’s realization of her intentions sent a boiling torrent of rage through him.

[sapphireisverygaymydudes]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Major Character Death Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Castiel & Sam Winchester Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Endverse Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Endverse Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Endverse Sam Winchester, Lucifer (Supernatural), Apocalypseverse Lucifer (Supernatural), Endverse Lucifer (Supernatural) Additional Tags: End of the World, Falling in Love at the End of the World, Human Endverse Castiel (Supernatural), Alternate Universe - Croatoan/Endverse (Supernatural), Human Castiel (Supernatural), Flashbacks Series: Part 6 of Destiel Pride Prompts by Sailorsallyart on tumblr Summary:

Dean rubbed his forehead, trying to keep himself awake. He had wandered into Castiel’s cabin seven hours ago, wanting to talk to his best friend and instead found him on the floor, with an empty pill bottle next to him. The next hour was blurry in his memory, but it all ended when he was sitting on a short chair next the couch with Cas still alive.

 Prompts 21, 22, 25 of Destiel Pride Prompts by @SaliorSally on tumblr (Most Faithfull Mirror, Featherlight, I'll go with you)

[samjesswinchester]

SOME HOW THESE CHAPTERS HAVE ALL BECOME LONG but there is a new one for you :) 

Chapters: 12/? Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Jessica Moore/Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore & Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester Characters: Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer (Supernatural), John Winchester, Real Tyson Brady, Luis (Supernatural: Pilot), Original Supernatural (TV) Character(s) Additional Tags: Complicated Relationships, Love at First Sight, Established Jessica Moore/Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore Lives (Supernatural), Angst and Fluff and Smut, Eventual Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, emotional af, Season/Series 02 Series: Part 3 of What Never Was But Should Have Been Summary:

Despite knowing about the Family Business, Jessica Moore has committed to being with Sam Winchester. Medical School, Law school, the Supernatural, and other secrets make balancing their two realities feel nearly impossible. And it may prove to be the most difficult challenge they've faced yet.

[highfunctioningflailgirl]

Damage Control - 2x09 Croatoan

(Please read the tags and trigger warnings for this one!)

Dean’s heard the cheesy saying that the night is always darkest before the dawn, and although he doesn’t believe either Sam or he will actually see the next day, he’s inclined to believe whoever said it was right. Even with the sudden disappearance of the infected roaming around the clinic, the darkness seems to be pressing in on the squat building. The sky is pitch black, void of stars. Dean feels like he can barely breathe.

He’s keeping watch. While… and …are  patrolling the entrance, ready for the infected to return, Dean is inside, pacing in front of a locked exam room where Sam is sitting. Sitting and waiting. Through the glass part of the door, Dean sees him fidget, perched on the exam table, knee bouncing anxiously. Around his thumb, the cast on his right hand is fraying, as much as he’s picking at it. Shoulders slumped, jaw pushed forward, he looks every bit as tense as Dean feels. At least, as far as Dean can tell from where he’s pacing, there are no black veins running up Sam’s neck yet, and, so far, his little brother hasn’t tried to attack him either.

Dean feels the cold metal of his gun against the small of his back, where it’s tucked into his jeans. He’s refused to give it to Sam, no matter how many times he’s asked now, wanting to end his own life before the Croatoan virus turns him into a raging monster. Almost four hours have passed since he’s been infected, and Dean’s spent most of them arguing with Sam and telling him that, no matter what happens, he’s not going to put him down like a rabid dog.

“What are you gonna do then, when I turn?” Sam had asked him, yelling. “What?!”

“I don’t know yet,” Dean had answered, just as angrily. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get there, okay? If we get there.”

“I’m going to turn, Dean,” Sam had urged him. “And I’ll attack you! If you don’t stop me I’m gonna kill everyone in this building, including you. Do you want to let that happen?!”

Maybe he does.

Dean had needed to step out of the room then, get some air. 

Maybe he wants to let it happen.

The admission comes unbidden, but it’s the truth. Dean had said it earlier - he is tired. That weight on his shoulders has become too heavy, and Sam doesn’t even know the half of it. Doesn’t know that Dad warned him of something exactly like this, exactly right here - that, if Dean couldn’t save Sammy, he’d have to kill him.

But Dad was wrong. There’s another way out: Dean can just stand down and let it happen. When - if - Sam turns, he’s going to infect him as well, and it’ll be all over soon. They won’t even be aware of the end when it’s coming. They will no longer be themselves, lost in monstrous thirst, oblivious to what's happening. 

It scares Dean that he’s even considering this. His father taught him to always keep fighting, to put one foot in front of the other, no matter what was coming at him. And he’s done that, after Mom’s death, after Sam leaving for college, after Dad’s death, after he found out about Dad’s demon deal. But the last couple of weeks have worn him thin and he sees no way out of this one. 

He turns his back on the exam room door and on Sam, just for a minute. Rubs his hands down his face, feels his exhaustion battle with the adrenaline that fear keeps pumping through his body.

He has kept fighting, but, in truth, not for himself, but for Sam. It’s always been for Sam. Since his father told Dean to watch out for Sammy, and then to save him (from what, Dad, from what?!), it’s been his job. Dean should have been dead a while ago. He’s been walking around with a borrowed life ever since some other young guy’s heart gave out so his own could keep beating. Definitely since his father traded his life for Dean’s after the car crash. 

It seems fate (and his dad) kept him around for one purpose only - to protect Sam. And now that he’s failed at that, too, now that Sam is dying, there’s no reason for him to be here anymore. 

A knock on the door behind him startles Dean out of his thoughts. He swivels around to look directly into Sam’s anxious face.

“What?!” he almost snaps, his eyes quickly running down his brother’s face and neck through the glass partition, expecting to see dark black lines appear. But Sam’s skin looks clean.

Sam points at his watch. “The doctor wanted to test my blood every two hours,” he says loudly through the glass. “It’s time again.”

The fear loosens its claws a little around Dean’s heart. For now, Sam still seems normal. For now, he’s still his little brother, alive and breathing.

Impatiently, Sam raps against the door again. “Will you let me out? I’m not going to bite you, I swear.” An unconvincing smirk tugs at his mouth.

Dean rolls his eyes and unlocks the door. Sam steps into the hallway, bringing with him the same smell of sweat and anxiety that Dean can smell on himself. 

“It’s been four hours now,” Sam says cautiously. “Do you think… maybe I got lucky? Maybe I’m not infected after all?”

Hope. Dean sees it shimmer in Sammy’s eyes, and it almost kills him. 

“How- how do you feel?” he brings out. 

“Fine. Nervous. I can’t sit still.” He chuckles nervously and runs his good hand through his hair. Dean sees that his fingernails are once more bitten to the quick. “But I feel fine. The others turned quickly. I don’t know, but maybe…?” 

Dean claps one hand on Sam’s shoulder and draws up an encouraging smile although, inside him, a terrible collision of hope and despair batters against his ribcage. 

“Let’s get you checked out then,” he says. “Doc’s in there.”

He steers his brother to the small lab room where the doctor is poring over slides and bloodwork of the previously infected. She looks up, a bit startled when they enter, and her questioning eyes flick from Sam to Dean.

“He’s still okay,” Dean says quickly. “Here for his bloodwork.”

The doctor relaxes and gives them a well-practiced smile. “Sit down then.” She points at a chair by the table. “Roll up your sleeve.”

Dean stays right next to Sam as she draws his blood, takes his pulse and blood pressure and checks his skin. So far, he’s clean, and Dean feels hope flutter–

No. 

He pushes the feeling back down. He won’t allow it. He can’t afford it. If Sam turns after all, it’ll crush him. He needs to be there for his baby brother, needs to see him through to the end, no matter how bad it’s going to get. And then he’s going to follow him. He won’t leave Sammy alone in the darkness. He won’t leave him. He won’t. It’s his job.

The Damage Control Series - Masterlist

Read the whole series on AO3 here:

[spnfanficpond]

SPN Rewatch: Fanfic Edition

Our goal is to rewatch the show with fanfic writing in mind. We want to look for all the places in canon where we could add a scene, show a scene from a certain character’s point of view, or change something to make things turn out differently. (We may also critique what the show writers did; that seems inevitable.)

Episodes we're discussing: 2.09 Croatoan and 2.10 Hunted

What time will it be for you:

UTC - Saturday 21:00

Los Angeles - Saturday 2pm

New York - Saturday 5pm

London - Saturday 10pm

New Delhi - Sunday 2:30am

Melbourne - Sunday 7am

Who’s invited? All Pond members, including Turtles! You don’t have to be a writer to have an opinion on the episodes that could inspire a writer! Everyone has valuable opinions about the show and could spark conversation and inspiration.

Where will we meet? In the discord server. There is a special channel for us to chat in so we don’t disturb other chats happening at the same time.

How does it work? On our own, whenever we have time, we all watch two episodes of SPN. At the appointed time, we all get together and chat about them. Although we have several questions to consider and creative ideas for you to do if you want, there is no pressure to actually have answers to these questions or have created anything prior to the chat. Didn’t get to watch them? No biggie! We’ve all watched these episodes enough that we can probably talk about them without rewatching them!

More info under the cut!

What questions should we consider while we watch? We have a few questions you can keep in mind while you’re watching the episodes:

Are there any “fanfiction gaps” in this episode? Any places between scenes where a juicy story could happen? (For example, one scene ends at night, but the next scene begins during the day, and what did they do with all of that time?)

How would the episode be different if you changed one thing? What is changed is up to you. It could be as complex as a character making a different choice, or as simple or silly as someone wearing a funny hat throughout part or all of the episode.

What about this episode would you like to see happen differently? How would making that change affect future episodes?

List any parts of each episode that you think could be jumping-off points for a fic. Like, in the pilot, how did Sam meet their friend who was in the bar with them?

How would the episode be different if there were another character involved like a reader insert character?

Do any of the themes we've already discussed in The Archive (See the bottom of the doc under the heading "Thematic docs") show up in this episode? Does this episode bring up any new themes we should be watching out for in the future?

What else can we do before the chat? You can add any notes you have about the episodes we'll be discussing to The Archives! In addition, besides just discussing the fanfiction possibilities in every episode, we also want to encourage you to create things centered around the episodes we’re discussing and share them with the rest of us. Things like:

Write some meta about some part of the episode. What does this episode show us about one or more of the characters?

Write a fic based on the episode. Share a link to your fic in the discussion and we can talk about it!

Make a playlist that you feel reflects the mood of the episode.

Make some art or a photo collage or edits to go along with the episode.

We look forward to seeing everything you create! Be sure to tag us so we can reblog your work!

Have questions about this or anything else? Send us an ASK or send a private message to one of the admins below!

Admins:

Michelle - @mrswhozeewhatsis

Marie - @mariekoukie6661

MJ - @thoughtslikeaminefield

Mana - @manawhaat (Founder and Admin Emeritus)

[educatedinyellow]

Theme: Rec a fic that starts with the same letter as your username.

I spotted this rec theme on another blog and it sounded charmingly random and fun! I had a good time looking through my bookmarks and sorting out this little collection of mismatched seashells :)

Every Man's Got a Right by MollyC (SPN, Destiel, Endverse!Cas, time travel, 78K, E) In this one, Endverse!Cas is given a second chance to stop the world, and the people he loves, from going irretrievably off the rails -- he finds himself, without explanation, dropped straight into Season 2 and the first outbreak of the Croatoan virus. Watching him rediscover just how much Dean means to him and how far he's willing to go in order to change things for the better is beautiful. (Written in first-person, for those for whom that is a deal-breaker. It really shouldn't be, though!)

Everybody's Got a Hungry Heart by PallasPerilous (SPN, Destiel, musician!AU, 18K, T) Distinguished by Pallas's inimitable comedy-prose, this thing is an unhinged delight from start to finish. Dean is jumpy as shit. Why one possibly Icelandic beep-boop specialist has him on edge while Mick Jagger’s own vocal coach barely got his heart rate over 55bpm is a goddamn mystery. Maybe it’s the harp solos from that sample track; maybe Dean’s nervous that this is his last shot and if this guy can’t save Dean from filling out the back end of his contract with “Best Of” and “Live In Concert” compilations he might as well walk into the fucking sea.

Engineering 101 by Mara (Batman, Dick Grayson, early days, 4K, G) A clever use of extended metaphor to take a look at the process by which Bruce trains the first child he raises to be Robin and begins to realize what he risks breaking. (I'd say it largely embraces comic book logic in that it does not try to critique the whole premise of child crime fighting as an essentially bad thing, but it sprinkles in traces of real-life concerns. It doesn't vilify Bruce, but it does add some shades of gray to the creation of the dynamic duo.) "Engineering is about testing to destruction," Bruce said, settling into lecture mode. "You don't understand how you can do things better until you understand when and why they break apart."

The Eleventh Hour by Azdak (Man From UNCLE (TV), Napoleon-centric, 4K, G). OK, so, in the TV series there was an episode called 'The Gurnius Affair' wherein Illya had to go undercover as a bad guy, and -- long-story short -- things went wrong, Napoleon got caught, and in order to salvage his own cover and thereby the mission, Illya had to straight-up torture Napoleon. And he did so. Both of them were aware that he had to, both of them were horrified by the experience, and being 1960s television, there was never any adequate follow-up or emotional resolution. A lot of fanfic writers have tackled the aftermath of that disaster in different ways, and this is a fun and interesting take. Napoleon's narrative voice is many things here -- it's petty and angry in a way he rarely is, because his self-image and his pride have been so hurt and he's on ego overdrive here. But it's also wry, and self-dramatizing, and stubborn, and optimistic against all odds. Meanwhile, the narrative commentary of the femme fatale is a load of fun, too. A prickly, funny, angry, and ultimately triumphant brush with death is just what Napoleon needed, it turns out, to settle back into himself.

An Evening of Little Luxuries by otherhawk (MFU, Illya-centric, character study, 7K, G) Oh, I love this one, such a good look at Illya and what it means to him to live between cultures. Before the war he'd been more or less bilingual. He'd grown up speaking Ukrainian at home to his family and Russian everywhere else. After the war there had been no home left, and Russian had been the only language he heard, the language he thought and dreamed in. Now Ukrainian was simply another language he spoke, no different in his head from German or Japanese. His heart was a different matter, and he regretted that loss, regretted that when he dreamed of his parents, his sister, they spoke to him in a language that was no longer his own. Now, more and more, he found himself dreaming in English, and yes, that bothered him. He had no wish to lose Russian the way he'd lost Ukrainian. And so he let himself have evenings like this – the simplest things that felt like decadence – amid his fellow countrymen, many of whom, he suspected, were here for similar reasons.

Escape Velocity by Vehemently (Firefly, Simon Tam, character study, 5K, G) Such concise and vivid world-building, and a poignant look at how Simon grapples with how to accept the loss of the sister he once knew as he takes small, reluctant steps toward facing up to his own over-protectiveness toward the very different person River has now become.

Enduring, Quiet, and Calm by thesardine (BBC Sherlock, Johnlock, strange tenderness, 1K, G) A little gem of a sick fic -- so odd, so sweet. Has that hazy feeling of very late-night exhaustion.

Empty Houses by PlaidAdder (BBC Sherlock, Johnlock, case fic, 45K, T) A clever and involving case fic and the first story to feature PlaidAdder's wonderful take on Harry Watson. Written in that golden moment between Series 2 and Series 3 when we all imagined our own post-Reichenbach reunions and the possibilities for tenderness and healing were still wide open. This fic is rich in humor, compassion, and new beginnings, while also offering a darker take on some bits of canon than the show ultimately pursued.

Elevator Down by vikki (Inception, Arthur & Cobb, LJ fic, 10K, T) I really like this meditation on Arthur's backstory with the Cobbs. Psychologically interesting and elegantly written, and to me there's something touching about the thought that Dom's subconscious keeps lashing out at Arthur because, on some level, he knows it's Arthur who's working hardest to keep him alive. Arthur dreams up paradoxes. Cobb dreams up his late wife. One of these things is not like the other. One of these things is not safe.

Early Returns by rageprufrock (Inception, Arthur/Eames, journalist!AU, 15K, M) Rageprufrock is another author whose comedy-prose is always a pleasure. I love this one for the grouchy journalism malaise in which the embers of inextinguishable principle still smolder, lovingly described as only an insider can <3 For reasons that don't bear discussion, Arthur ends up at Safeway at a 6:30 p.m. on his way home for the night still carrying his messenger bag with his headphones around his neck, standing in one of the aisles looking at 200 different brands of plastic tableware and double-ply picnic dishes. He's been a journalist his entire professional career, so of course he's been this depressed before, but there's something profound when you mix the sinking misery of mortification with the heady, dizzying blur of self-directed fury, and it makes him feel numb down to the fingertips and toes.

If anyone else would like to play this meme, I'd be glad to see your recs!

[tremble-in-the-hips]

btw I have a The Road to El Dorado (2000) multi chapter fanfic if you’re into that sort of thing

It’s basically my pitch for the plot of the second movie with historical references, looking more at who the characters are, getting into their relationships with each other, and of course a slow burn relationship build up for the leads.

Get the link and synopsis under the cut.

The Road Uncharted (7295 words) by thisbirdhadwine Chapters: 4/? Fandom: The Road to El Dorado (2000) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Miguel/Tulio (Road to El Dorado), Chel/Tulio (Road to El Dorado) Characters: Miguel (Road to El Dorado), Tulio (Road to El Dorado), Chel (Road to El Dorado) Additional Tags: Historical References, Slow Burn, Original Character(s) Summary:

The gang sets out from El Dorado into the new world, picking up some skills and getting to know each other along the way. Things are mostly returned to normal for the dynamic original duo, but there are a lot of feelings that are becoming harder to hide. However, there's no time to talk as they are swept into a conflict between a community and a ship of enterprising English explorers. There is also the issue of the mysterious part of the woods where people tend to disappear out of thin air, to a place known to the locals as Croatoan. The past, present, and future blend together in a grander adventure than anyone was expecting.

[niche-pastiche]

I realized that if someone were particularly ambitious, they could probably write a Zero Escape!AU of Supernatural. But obviously, it would be Six Hours, Six Persons, Six Doors instead. I hate how well it works because I do not have the planning skills to pull it off, but I know it’s possible.

It’s also so niche that I’m pretty sure literally no one would read it because goodness gracious can you imagine the tags?

[darkstar6782]

Fade to Black - 2.09: Croatoan

“You know I'm gonna ask you why.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“So why? Why didn't you do it?”

Dean looks up at his brother and wishes that there was an easy explanation. That he could put into words the war that had raged inside him as he’d stood there holding his gun on that sobbing, terrified young man. There had been a feeling of righteousness, of destiny in his actions at first—Sam had seen it happen already, seen it in a vision, and who was he to argue with that? But Sam himself had begged him not to kill Duane, and was still shouting from behind the locked door at the other end of the hall, pleading for Dean to reconsider. Sam and his oh-so-reasonable arguments about conscience and free will, was a much better person than Dean could ever hope to be. Sam could never know, should never have to know what it was to make the truly hard choices… except Dean had already failed to protect him from that. Dean had failed to protect his baby brother from everything, in fact… well, everything except this. And maybe this was the moment that all of Sam’s visions and Dad’s warnings had been leading them to. Maybe this was the moment of truth, where he managed to save his brother or lose him forever…

Or maybe this was the moment when Sam lost Dean instead. Because this kid, tied up and helpless and crying like a baby… what if, some day, that was Sam? What if, on that day, Dean isn’t strong enough to do the right thing? It would be so easy to pull the trigger, to eliminate the possibility of a threat before it ever has the chance to manifest and threaten the only thing he has left. But if he does that, what’s to stop him from doing it again when the stakes are higher? If he kills this kid now, without absolute proof that he is infected, the question might haunt him for the rest of his life. Even worse, it might make it harder for him to give anyone else the benefit of the doubt later on, including Sam.

But how can he explain any of that to Sam now, when there’s so many other things to worry about? With a sigh, he opens his mouth and says the first thing he can think of to diffuse the tension in the room.

“We need more alcohol.”

He tells himself that he’ll explain everything later, once they’re out of this shitty town and this shitty situation. He ignores Sam’s huff of frustration as he gets up and heads into the dispensary to get more explosive chemicals, and he keeps his eyes on his work, lest Sam catch a glimpse of something in them and chooses to press the advantage. He hears a door close a moment later, but it isn’t until the sound of a scream echoes through the clinic from the room that Sam just entered that he realizes his mistake.

Screwed up again, Dean. Can’t you do anything right?

[wwwafflewrites]

Imagine Meeting the Winchesters in the Apocalypse

It had been days since you'd seen a real person.

You had holed yourself away in an old home, a few miles from where you used to live. You would peer out at the landscape, letting your imagination create dystopian pictures over the silent empty roads and overgrown grass. You hardly dared to leave, only when you were in desperate need of restock on supplies.

You were actually debating on going out today. The sun was strong and the sky was clear, and there were no signs of the zombie-like creatures being anywhere near this side of the country. You had checked everything twice. You had to be thorough when your life was on the line.

You had placed all your necessities in your drawstring bag, prepared to hike over to the nearest plot, a humble farm which hopefully still had some resources left, if hunters hadn't already wiped the place clean.

Hunters, you'd called them, were scarier than the zombies. They would pick a place clean, knives and guns at their sides, and move on to the next house. You had come across two parties of them, so far. The first set hadn't been very friendly, and you had nearly died to someone eager to shoot you. Luckily, they missed.

You had been more careful with the second group, hiding behind a convenient pine tree until they had satisfied themselves. You had been collecting mostly edible apples just a few meters away, and you don't know what you would have done if you had been in the house at the time. What if they had seen you?

You were fine as you were. It was a little lonely, but the solitude was better than constant anxiety over friends and family. Here, you were watching out for yourself and no one else. It helped you clear your mind. You really hoped to never see anyone again. It was a useless wish.

Exactly two weeks after your incident with the first group of hunters (you had been tracking days on a calendar, afraid of losing your sense of time), and nine days since the other sighting, your heart leapt in your throat. A pair, two men, both burly and muscular, and oh god they could kill me with one blow— were walking up the driveway and to the front door.

You could hear them: not what they were saying, but the muffled sound of them talking. The only slightly short man—he's still like six foot, god help me—was going on about something in a subtle southern accent.

Your heart was galloping right then. You were two stories up, had seen them through the window of the bedroom, and you were now debating on taking a brave leap out the window. If you didn't, there was no doubt they would find you. Even the best hiding spots were searched carefully by hunters. It was this and take the chance of a broken ankle, worst case a broken neck, or take the chance that these men weren't all that bad and risk a potentially fatal confrontation. Neither options were very attractive.

You steeled yourself. The window jump was more predictable, and you could estimate the overall damage you would take from this height. Below the window was mostly concrete, but if you could just maneuver yourself off to the right a little, it was possible that you could hit the overgrown grass with little injury.

First step, open the window. You did so, with shaky hands, the wind calmly breathing on your face. You could hear them downstairs—okay, okay, okay, just get out a little bit— you climbed out, leg first, clutching onto the steep roof with what little it provided you. Your stomach clenched as you eyed the ground below. You inched your way to the right a bit, straining to hold on and not fall just yet—

The bedroom door opened and you panicked, your feet digging in while your hands released and scrambled at the side for another grip, clawing like a rabid animal at the shingling.

A hand, not your hand, a strong hand, shot out the window and seized your arm. But a voice spoke through your panicked haze, "Hey, hey, you're alright. Easy, easy. It's okay." His voice calmed at your fluttering heart, like a break on a speeding car. His other hand reached out to grab you, keeping you steady against the side of the building. "Alright, now reach your leg through. Yeah, y—just like that. It's okay, you're not going to fall, I've got you."

Your breathing was erratic, reliving your terrifying experiences with past hunters.

The man directed you back in through the window until you were fully inside, where you sort of collapsed into his arms. He didn't complain, he just held you as you suffered through one of the worst panic attacks you'd ever had. Eventually, he sat you down on the bed, and you were faintly aware of his companion, probably his brother now that you thought of it, was watching the interaction silently from the doorway.

The man who had saved you from a poor escape attempt was watching you a space away, his eyes concerned and round. His hair was long and soft, and you had felt it brush against your arms as he had pulled you in. Distraction was a practice you often found useful nowadays when you battled anxiety.

You hadn't had anxiety before this… this apocalypse, you supposed, but times had changed. You had to adjust, understand your environment, and most importantly, understand yourself. It meant researching at the nearest library on anxiety disorders and how to manage them (and also grabbing several books on survival and tossing them into your drawstring). You guessed it was fair; people often got disorders from traumatic experiences, and with your past pretty-vanilla lifestyle, this dramatic change was no short of traumatic to you. You had to learn how to adapt to everything because everything was out to kill you.

Except these guys, apparently.

The hand that had probably saved you from a broken leg or worse was still planted on your shoulder, and you tried to remember that. You were safe, or at least at the moment.

You didn't know how long it had taken you to calm down after that, but you were impressed with their patience. The attack left you exhausted, which set deep into your bones and throughout the rest of your body. Suddenly the bed seemed very welcoming. You didn't let it show, though.

Finally, you broke the uneasy tension (your tension, but tension nonetheless; they seemed pretty calm about all this, though maybe a little concerned for your sake), "What's your name?" You decided to start off light.

"Sam."

"Dean," said the one at the doorway.

You stated your name and then sighed. "I haven't seen a real person in days."

Sam's eyebrow quirked, showing his confusion but not unkindly. "Real person?"

"Not a zombie."

"Ah," he answered. He took this pause to look back at his brother (or, at least you assumed), and they shared this knowing look.

You risked a question. "Have… you two seen anyone else? I mean… real people? It's been really quiet. I'm used to it so… quiet."

This time, the other man spoke up. "Nah. We actually haven't seen anyone besides you yet. We've been on the road for a while. Mostly silent. We think the virus is… um… done."

"Done?"

Sam was wary as he answered, "Well, the virus, uh— well, it…"

You gave them a look. "Can you not tiptoe? You obviously know more than I do. And whatever you tell me, I'm bound to believe you. We're in the freaking apocalypse, I don't think much is out of the question anymore."

Still, they sent you dubious looks.

"You could tell me it was unicorns and I'll trust your word. You probably saved me from a bad few fractures—"

"Oh, trust me, that fall would have more than fractured—" Dean cut in.

You glared at him to shut up. "I just want something to blame for screwing up my life."

Sam was hesitant, but he nodded. "It's a demonic virus. This one seems to have lasted a lot longer than… well, previous experience, but eventually all the Croatoans just… they just disappear."

You blinked, surprised but believing. "Huh," you breathed. Not what you were expecting, but you accepted it. It was better than anything you had dreamed up.

"Yeah," Dean huffed, scratched his head. "Pretty fricked up."

Sam stood, gave you some space. It was appreciated, but you wouldn't lie, their presence was nice. They were kind and gentle, everything you hadn't expected the two large men to be.

Later, you drifted to sleep with the rumble of the Impala and their muted conversations in your ears.

[samjesswinchester]

A NEW CHAPTER IS OUT AND I WOULD LOVE FOR YOU TO READ IT!!!

Chapters: 11/? Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Jessica Moore/Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore & Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester Characters: Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer (Supernatural), John Winchester, Real Tyson Brady, Luis (Supernatural: Pilot), Original Supernatural (TV) Character(s) Additional Tags: Complicated Relationships, Love at First Sight, Established Jessica Moore/Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore Lives (Supernatural), Angst and Fluff and Smut, Eventual Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, emotional af, Season/Series 02 Series: Part 3 of What Never Was But Should Have Been Summary:

Despite knowing about the Family Business, Jessica Moore has committed to being with Sam Winchester. Medical School, Law school, the Supernatural, and other secrets make balancing their two realities feel nearly impossible. And it may prove to be the most difficult challenge they've faced yet.

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[a-winchester-fairytale]

End of the World ~ Desperate Measures

Summary: Kaylee stumbles upon something she should never have seen, alerting you to some of the secret practices taking place within the camp.

Endverse!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,446

Warnings: slight torture, canon violence, missing child

A/N: Sorry it took so long to get this part out to you guys.  I appreciate your patience with me.  The last few days have been a little insane. 

Catch up here ~ Series Masterlist

It had been two weeks since you had arrived at the camp and things had been mostly quiet.  You had avoided Dean as much as possible, mostly because you couldn’t stop wanting to see the man you knew in him.  Three members of your original group – Jacob, his wife Mary, and her brother Jim – had moved into a cabin near the infirmary, where Mary had started helping out as a nurse.  That left you alone in a cabin with Kev and Kaylee.  It was comfortable, and Kaylee seemed happy with it, never having warmed up to the others, despite the fact that they had been with you for over three months.

In fact, there were really only two people at the camp besides you and Kev that Kaylee showed any affection for.  The first was no surprise to you at all.  Since the first day that all of you had been allowed to join the camp, Chuck had taken a special interest in Kaylee and visa versa.

During the morning, Kaylee followed you to help in the garden.  There was something about it that she found relaxing, and when you asked Kev about it he confessed that it was something they used to do before the apocalypse.  In the afternoon, she would gladly help Chuck when he would go through the daily inventory.  Chuck’s was patient with her, never seeming to be uncomfortable with her silence.  Often you would see the two of them walking around the camp.  It was almost like the two of them could talk without saying a word.

It was actually her fascination with Dean that surprised you.  Maybe it was the way you avoided him that prompted her interest, or perhaps it was a curiosity about the way the others in the camp seemed to follow his instruction.  You didn’t know, but the fact was that you caught her several times sneaking around corners and trying to watch from a safe distance, every move he made.  To Dean’s credit, although he was aware of her, he never said a word about it.  He figured that as long as she wasn’t getting in the way, her actions didn’t warrant anything more than an eye roll.

All that changed one day when she stumbled upon something none of you realized was happening.

You were heading back from the garden, with Kaylee close by.  As you made your way back you headed to the infirmary to talk with Mary.  Kaylee, remaining faithful to her fear of shots, baulked at the change of direction.

“I’m just going to check on Mary and see if she needs anything.”  You tried to explain, but Kaylee shook her head. 

You sighed deeply.  Kaylee pointed toward the cabins, her eyes pleading with you to allow her to go on without you.  You smiled and nodded, making sure to tell her to go straight back to the cabin.  You didn’t doubt her safety in camp, and Kev had been so happy to see her come out of her shell a little.  This was the first place in a long time that she had been allowed any freedom and you wanted to help encourage that, knowing that Kev had instilled an understanding that she could not ever leave the camp grounds for any reason.

You watched her bounce off toward the cabins before turning and heading into the infirmary.

Kaylee skipped back toward the cabin, but stopped when she saw Dean marching toward the back of the property.  She glanced back over her shoulder to see you heading inside the infirmary, pausing for a moment before she smiled and headed in the direction Dean was going.  She stayed a few yards back and made sure not to be seen.  She watched as he unlocked the door to a shed along the back fencing line and stepped inside.

She listened at the door, hearing voices, but unable to distinguish what they were saying.  The door was still unlocked and she pulled it open just enough to slip inside.  A long shelf with random materials scattered faced her and through the open places she could see Dean standing right in front of a man sitting in a chair in the middle of a room.  Castiel stood to the outside of a bright red design that was painted on the cement floor.  She noticed some barrels in the far corner and slipped behind them so that she wouldn’t be noticed.  Castiel turned and walked out of the building, not glancing to the dark corner she was hiding in once. 

You walked into the cabin and smiled when you saw Kev still studying the maps Cas had asked him to look through.  He glanced up, smiling at you as you stepped inside.

“Hi, Y/N.  Where’s Kaylee?”  He asked absentmindedly, his face changing to concern when he saw the confusion in yours.

“She’s not here?”  You asked, glancing around.  “She didn’t want to go to the infirmary so I said she could come straight back to the cabin.”  You added, slight panic in your voice.

Kev stood up, placing his hands on your shoulders calmly.  “It’s okay.  She is probably just playing outside.  Come on, we’ll go take a look.”  He said, confident that she was fine.

The two of you wandered around camp, asking if anyone had seen Kaylee since that morning, but the answer was always the same.  You could tell that Kev was growing concerned, although he was trying to hide it and remain positive.

“Cas!”  You called out when you spotted him heading back from the edge of the property.  The two of you ran to meet him.  Cas stopped, glancing quickly behind him, before waiting for you to reach him.

“Is everything okay?”  he asked as you grew closer.

“I can’t find Kaylee.  Have you seen her?”  You asked.  Cas shook his head. 

“No, but I doubt she would be back here.  There’s nothing but a couple of old sheds and some storage.  No one else is allowed back here except Dean.”  Cas explained.

“Is Dean back there?”  You asked, gesturing to the shed you saw sitting several yards away from the rest of the camp.  Cas nodded and you took a few steps toward the shed.

“Y/N, let me go get him.  It’s not safe in there.”  Cas told you, placing his hand on your arm.  You eyed him suspiciously, convinced that he was hiding something, but decided those were questions best answered at a later time.  Right now, you wanted to find Kaylee.

“Now, Mark.  We can do this the easy way or the hard way, but you are going to tell me where they are hiding the colt.”  Dean told the man seated before him.

The man he called Mark just laughed, pulling against the rope around his chest that kept him in the chair.  Kaylee watched as Dean walked over to a table and poured salt into a jar of water, mixing them together.  He forced the mixture into Mark’s mouth and he screamed and gargled against the liquid.  Dean took a long silver blade and ran it across the man’s face, causing a cut along his jaw. 

It was only a moment before Castiel came back inside, walking up to Dean and stopping him.  “Y/N and Kev want to talk to you.  They are outside.”  Castiel told him.

As soon as Kaylee heard those words, she knew she was the reason.  She shrunk back as Dean followed Castiel outside.  She wondered how she was going to get out of the shed without being caught when she heard the stranger speak her name.

“Kaylee right?”  He cooed.  “I know you are there.  You may as well come out.”

Kaylee glanced toward the door and then back to Mark before she slowly stepped out from her hiding place.  She walked around the shelving until she was standing in the middle of the room facing the man.

“Come closer, Kaylee.  I need you to do something for me, ok?”  He asked, his voice maintaining a gentle tone. 

Kaylee glanced back over her shoulder and then took a few more steps toward him.  She stopped just out of reach, her feet barely inside the red paint on the floor.

“Can you take that blade there and make a little scratch on the floor for me?  That paint is too perfect.  I think it needs to be broken a little.”  He said, a sinister smile on his face.

Kaylee thought about it, but shook her head.  Although his request seemed simple enough, she was afraid Dean would be mad at her for messing up something he had made. 

“Dean won’t be mad.  He will be happy that you fixed it.”  Mark told her, seeming to read her mind.  She thought about it, looking over at the blade and then back at the man before her. 

She walked over and picked it up before carrying it back to where she previously stood.

“That’s it.  Right here.”  Mark told her, pointing to the ground near the chair. 

As she got closer, she looked up at Mark and saw the black in his eyes.  She gasped, dropping the blade just as he reached out for her.

The two of you waited outside the shed as Castiel had requested.  You watched him go inside and after a few moments he came back out with Dean behind him.

“What is it?”  Dean grumbled.

“We are sorry to interrupt, but have you seen Kaylee around camp since this morning?”  Kev asked before you could say anything.

Dean crossed his arms in front of him and shook his head.  “She’s probably hiding around a corner somewhere, but no I haven’t.”  He replied.

Kev nodded and started to turn around to leave when a loud crash came from inside the shed.  Dean’s head snapped around, he glanced at Castiel and the two of them rushed back to the door so quickly they didn’t notice that you and Kev were running close behind them.

You stepped inside the door and through the shelf you could see Kaylee standing before a man tied down in a chair.  She looked frozen, staring into his face, as his hand reached out toward her, a sinister smile on his face.

“Kaylee!”  You screamed, making a move to reach her when Dean came from the side and ran an angel blade through the man sitting in the chair.  As he did, Kev reached his daughter, lifting her up into his arms and swinging her around behind him to protect her.

The instant you realized that Kev had Kaylee and any risk to her was over, you glanced around at the table sitting beside where Dean stood, the demon trap on the floor underneath the chair, and at the man who had obviously been there for a while.

Kev picked up Kaylee and took her outside, not setting her down until he was in the sunlight and could make sure she wasn’t injured. 

“Damn it.”  Dean growled, looking at the demon before tossing the blade down on the table with his other tools. 

You could feel Cas tug at your jacket, urging you to follow him outside, but you were frozen in shock at the picture before you.  It wasn’t until Dean met your eyes that you found the words that had been frozen in your throat.

“You’re torturing?” You accused, still wishing you were wrong. 

“He was just a demon.”  Dean muttered.

“A demon inside a person, Dean.”  You argued.  “You said you would never do that again after you came back from hell.”

“Yeah, well I didn’t expect all of this to happen at the time, Y/N.  We are at war, and wether you like it or not, desperate times call for desperate measures.”  He said, storming past you and out the door. 

You followed behind him, the hurt you felt at seeing him this way not allowing you to bite your tongue.  You ignored Cas and Kev, your focus only on Dean.

“And what measures are so desperate that you have to resort to torture?”  You asked.

“Look, you want to see this place as some kind of sanctuary or something, that’s fine.  I won’t stop you.  But if you have no idea what it takes to keep it that way.”  He said, pointing his finger at you.

“Dean, come on.”  Cas said, trying to stop the argument, but Dean just ignored him.

“Just stay out of the way, and keep that kid away from me.”  Dean said, gesturing to Kaylee. 

You were so angry you never noticed the change in his tone.  The truth was that when he stepped inside that shed and saw the demon almost grab her, it scared him.  He didn’t want to admit it, but he killed that demon to protect Kaylee without a second thought.  Afterwards, he was angry at himself for not reacting in a way that would have protected her without losing his chance of getting to the colt.  It was that anger that he was lashing out with now.

“You can’t just….”  You started to shout at Dean, but Kev stopped you.

“Dean’s right.”  He said, surprising everyone.  “Just because we found a place in this world where we can sleep at night, doesn’t mean that the world is no longer a dangerous place. Kaylee shouldn’t have been back here, or following you around camp.  It won’t happen again.”  He promised, glancing sternly down at Kaylee.

Your anger melted away at Kev’s acceptance of Dean’s words.  When he reached out for your hand, you took it, but glared once more at Dean before walking away with Kev and Kaylee.

“I don’t trust that guy.  My instincts tell me there is something off about him.”  Dean mumbled to Castiel, eyeing Kev suspiciously as the three of you walked away.

“Is that your instincts or your jealousy?”  Castiel asked.  Dean snapped around to glare at him.

“I’m not jealous, Cas.”  Dean snapped.  “I don’t care what she does, or who she does it with.  That was a long time ago.”  He added.  Castiel smirked, thinking he sounded more like he was trying to convince himself of that fact.

“Really?”  He challenged.  “Is that why you haven’t had anyone staying the night in your cabin since Y/N showed up?”

“What are you babbling about?  Amy was there just the other night.”  Dean argued, but Castiel shook his head.

“That was two weeks ago.”  Castiel pointed out.

“No…it was…oh, hell Cas.  I’ve been busy.”  Dean argued, but Castiel was already walking away, chuckling at the way Dean stumbled over his words.

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[alliehallowseve]

The newest story in my Wincest Colored Glasses series is up and available in case anyone is interested.

It takes on the episode Croatoan and gutted me to write.  That episode has one of the best most beautiful scenes between Dean and Sam ever!!!  (that is saying a mouthful since the two of them have so many beautiful scenes together.)