#coplins

[iliiuan]

There had been a Coplin, Benly, who thought everybody was scheming against him. He had starved to death when Rand was a boy, refusing to eat for fear of poison.

I wonder if he had taint sickness.

[coplins]

Hi! I first read Volatile Chemistry and The Depraved years ago back when I was still exploring ao3 for the first time. I've been in a nostalgic mood lately and I reread them and am currently reading Croatoan. I'm realizing in a lot of ways your writing and ideas for that verse have shaped my love for the archangels today and it got me wondering whether you had a discord for your writing, because I would love to get to know more people who've grown to love them through your writing too.

First of all, thank you! <3 The reason VC isn’t moving forward is the confrontation between Dean and Adam. I had a perfect scene in my head and I was writing up to it, but once I caught up to the scene I’d forgotten the dialogue and everything fucking stalled. (Not everything. I’ve got sections after that finished, but can’t publish them until I’ve gotten things sorted. :P) Now, with that anxiety-inducing piece of information out of the way, onward to your actual question: Wow. Um. Discord is a thing. That exists. That I’m aware exists. *scratches head* Which covers the extent of my knowledge about the thing. ^^’

It’s never occurred to me that there could be an interest in a discord for people who like my writing and like to discuss it, the characters, the headcanons, share reading tips about other writers with similar interpretations of the archangels as mine (now I’d be very interested in reading tips like that myself since at this point I’ve got one that’s still active and hasn’t switched fandom) and so on. Hence, the answer is no. I have Discord installed but never use it and have very little grasp of how it works, really. It’s a good idea, though.

Maybe there are other people out there that would be interested in it too? 

Anyone reading this who knows how starting a discord works? Please help? Because I’m here like:

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New installment of Packrunners

Just posted the latest installment. :D

[volatile-chemistry-fanfic]

Hello, I've been mostly lurking, reading your VC stories (and others on AO3 & love them all .... but so very sad that you have done updates on VC & Grudges since Jan/Feb 2018, but none since. Have you quit on these? I noticed you've started others instead :(

Hey... No, it’s not abandoned. Unless explicitly stated none of my WIPs are abandoned. As for starting on others instead? I’ll let you in on a little not-quite-secret; I’ve always got several wips going whether or not I’ve published them or not. Most writers I know have. As for VC in particular... In the current chapter where I stopped writing last, I was having trouble depicting a very emotional scene. Then life took a swing at me, making me very sick in pneumonia for several months and after I got well my father died. I started writing Packrunners instead of all my other fics because Packrunners is a mainly positive and upbeat series that helps me tackle the grief over dad.

I can’t give you any definite date for when I will take VC out of its hiatus, I can only assure you it isn’t abandoned. If you want to be sure you don’t miss anything I recommend you throw in a subscription on the series or put this blog on notifications.

I’m happy you like my writing. <3 Thank you! :)

[charlie-bradcherry]

"Why do I love you?" With Lucifer and Michael please? Shippy or not, up to you. (Bonus points if it's a sad Mad!Michael). Thank you, you wonderful person!

Lucifer is so baffled by the fact that his unbelievably demented older brother has found out how to somehow escape the cage. He finds a way to turn up into the throne room with his garments ripped and his face covered in spots of dirt like a peasant. He looks like he’s out of breath, probably has been smiting a number of demons on his way here, his eyes shifting to every corner of the room with uneasiness and completely ignoring his brother, who’s sitting on the throne staring at him in utter confusion.

He means to ask how in the hell he got out, but he doesn’t. He’s stunned by the way Michael looks right now even if it shouldn’t be much of a surprise – he looks awful. Still, Lucifer doesn’t have it in him to make any witty remarks right about now.

“Do not,” Lucifer warns and raises his hand when one of his demons moves a step to take action and handle Michael–even though there is no way one would stand a chance against an almighty archangel as him.

The king doesn’t say more and relaxes back into his throne, cautiously watching the ‘intruder’ that had burst into his room uninvited. However, he decides that he isn’t running low on patience today, studying him from afar with squinting eyes and waits for Michael to catch his breath and become accustomed to his surroundings.

Once he does, he speaks.

“You,” Michael points at him with a shaky index finger. “You savagely cruel beast!”

“Good to see you too, brother of mine,” Lucifer jests and smirks.

“Monster!”

“Hm, heard that one before. Lacks originality.”

“You abandoned me in the cage, left me to rot mercilessly in there with nothing but endless torment. And I, the stupid fool that I was, thought you’d come back for me when you left but you didn’t. I despise you.”

“Now, see–I had a pretty good reason for doing that, didn’t I?” Lucifer stands up from his throne, feeling up for debate and slowly walks down the stairs to meet Michael face to face. “If memory serves, all those years ago you said that it was your destiny to slay me just as Father said. And when the time came and we stood toe to toe in that cemetery, and I offered you a chance to stand by me, you refused. You simply paid your debts.”

“How dare you speak to me this way. Have you forgotten who you are, Lucifer? What you planned to do to this world?” Michael says bitterly, fuming from the inside. “You plotted an apocalypse! Total demolition to something that Raphael, Gabriel and we both worked so hard on along with our Father! A legacy of our family!”

“And that was supposed to stop me from destroying it because…?”

“So you really are that cold-hearted!”

“In my defense, you’ve all betrayed me!” Lucifer yells, throwing his hands up into the air. “You expect me to stop and reminiscent of the past and then decide not go through with it because we were such an apple pie family back in the day?”

Michael glares at him and sneers angrily. He wants to lunge forward and kill him with that bit of excitement pumping inside of him, Lucifer knows his brother better than anyone.

“Maybe if you knew what love was, you would’ve.”

When the last word tumbles from his mouth, he gets shoved back so hard by an invisible force of energy that he nearly falls backward. Lucifer growls, breathing erratically when Michael dusts himself a little.

“Like you were ever that warm-hearted, Michael. After my fall, I prayed to you when the cage tormented me, I sat on my knees with my head between my hands, not knowing what to do but thinking about you! I gave you my trust and you stomped on it, even after I had offered definite peace on that field,” he reminds him, his finger sharply pointed in his big brother’s way. “And after all that time I thought you’d changed, but you hadn’t. Not a single bit, big brother.”

“Admit it. You only wanted me back because you wanted revenge on Father, nothing more.”

“That is not so.”

“Quit lying, you know it’s true,” Michael speaks gently this time, slowly walking back to his previous place after having been pushed back by Lucifer’s grace. “You would have continued bringing the apocalypse… even me being on your side wouldn’t have changed your corrupted mindset.”

The ruler of Hell bows his head, and sniggers. “Oh, we could do this all day.”

There is nothing funny about this, nothing at all. This had been weighing down on the both of them for ages and there would come no end to it, no matter how long they argued about it. The feeling of betrayal would stay for centuries. To scream at it each other about their anathematized lives was like a hunger, and they could only be satisfied for a moment only to feel the need to do it again later on because it was like an instinct. That they could cope with what they had endured for so many years. They’d done this so many times in the cage before—it was an endless loop of arguing and thrashing.

“If you really think that I am the monster, then think again,” Lucifer says, raising his chin defiantly. “Did your so-called lord and savior save your ass after having been so obedient and righteous as He wanted you to be?”

Michael avoids his gaze then, and Lucifer thinks his patience is starting to fall off the radar after all.

“He leaves you behind like you are nothing but an obsolete toy to him and you are left with the blame because you think it is right to punish yourself. How half-witted do you have to be to not be able to see how wrong that is?”

“I failed to execute my duty. Maybe I just lacked the discipline… It is not His fault. It is on me.”

“For Heaven’s sake, Michael! You fucking idiot!” Lucifer bows back and laughs maniacally, bitterly, like he’s beginning to lose his mind. “I seriously am starting to think that the cage guided you into retardation – I defied my fears, you must defy yours! The first step you take is acceptance. The blame isn’t on you, it is on Father for being an irresponsible douchebag and we deserved better than this.”

“Defy my fears?” the elder archangel whispers to himself. “Deserved better?”

“You must believe that!” Lucifer all but screams and the walls tremble with vehemence. “For me.”

And suddenly, it’s all just a little bit too much to handle, way too much – perhaps the temperature in the throne room is getting higher, or he himself is glowing like the sun. Either way, Michael doesn’t know, but he teeters on spot and he can’t think straight anymore because there is a sudden dizziness to him; he hears voices, the tittering of lost souls in the ninth circle, he’s losing vision and it’s like he’s falling into a void of confusion.

Lucifer loses all of his anger and narrows his eyebrows at the way his brother sways a little and looks into the empty. There is an odd change to him, that is obvious.

Michael bares his teeth in frustration and forces his eyes shut, puts his hands in his disheveled raven hair, nails clawing at his skull to draw blood at the sensitive skin and Lucifer watches intently for a moment because it is such a familiar act. No–he has done it several times himself. He understands that feeling of dread and desperation, the need to know if this is still reality and to simultaneously punish himself by perceiving pain. It is like a curse.

“You are mad, brother,” Lucifer murmurs, his voice tranquil and his eyes soft. He carefully reaches out and grabs one of Michael’s arms to make him stop doing this to himself.

But there is an expression so innocent and heartbreaking on Michael then, when his eyes open and they shimmer, his face flushed and wet from the warm tears cascading down his cheeks that are eventually being wiped away by one of Lucifer’s cool hands. He looks so naive this way, so young and afraid and lord be damned – he has a strong desire to lean in and kiss his kin until he’d crumble into his arms.

He doesn’t, though. The Morningstar just stares at him, eyes brimming with warmth and the much reassurance that he has left, and Michael’s breathing slows down to normal as they keep their eyes locked on each other.

He asks, still a little out of breath, “Why do I love you?”

Lucifer smiles genuinely at him for the first time in forever.

“Because, that was our destiny. It always was.”

[askatosch]

coplins hat auf dein Foto geantwortet: Everyone gets a leather jacket Raphael

I love these! Are you planning to do Gabe and Luci too to complete the set? Or are you content with only these since Luci and Gabe have leather jackets in canon?

That depends on how much time I'll have the next days. My main focus was to give Raphael and Michael their own leather jackets, because they don't have them in canon yet. But maybe I'll find the time to draw Gabriel and Lucifer too.

[coplins]

Hop(e)s & Honey 

Written by: @thedogsled Art by: @coplins (Ao3: Coplins) DCBB Fic Masterpost

Tags: beekeeper!Cas, brewer!Dean, summer romance, so sweet it hurts your teeth, nature-loving Castiel, fluff, meet cute, there are puppies, horse riding in cowboy hats, dandelion wishes come true. Rating: NC-17 Warnings: N/A Summary and notes under the cut.

Summary: Castiel is the youngest heir of Shurley Honey, but his elder brothers seem determined to take the company in a direction that Cas finds shocking; Michael’s plan to thin their much respected 100% natural product with corn syrup fills Castiel with disgust. Still, what can he do but focus on the work? Finding homes for his new beehives leads Castiel to the Winchester farm, where Dean grows hops and apples and brews his own craft beers and ciders. With little brother Sam moving away to pursue a married life in California, Dean is faced with the unfortunate prospect of no longer being able to sustain his grandfather’s farm on his own. Two legacy businesses collide, and in the midst of them, a beekeeper and a brewer fall in love. Can they survive a long dry summer, beehive theft, cougars, and honey entrepreneur Cain Adams, whose pursuit of Castiel has more than just a business partnership in mind? For Castiel and Dean, a new life waits for them only if they can find the courage to meet each other halfway. What new honeyed elixir will become of them during this summer of romance?

Finally! My last DCBB for this year. :) I want to thank my writer for the cooperation and helpfulness, providing me with anything I asked for and being patient with all my questions. It was nice working with ya. ;)

Holy crap, this was a lot fluffier than I’m used to! ^^ Fluffy or not, it’s well written, sweet, interesting, and as an added bonus I’ve learned an awful lot about bees reading this fic. I can recommend you all hop over and read it. Or should I say... buzz off and read it? ;D 

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Illustration for  A MATE HE CAN’T REFUSE By @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell  (posted individually for reblogging purposes.)

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